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Days of Future Past : Edited & Complete 11/20/11	By : Remarkable Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 12307 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Lucius had meant to tell Severus of his wife's pregnancy, however something held him back from doing so. Perhaps it was a bit selfish, but even if Hermione decided not to approach him and Cissa, he still didn't want to see her go back to his old friend with the antiquated, backwards notions of marriage Severus still held as true. The man had nothing but horrid examples of relationships growing up. It was no wonder the man was a bit touched in the head. He had simply listened to him rant about Hermione after his tongue was fully healed. Lucius would as soon have seen the entire thing removed than have it restored to its whiplash glory, but alas, he didn't fancy a stint in St. Mungo's himself or a poisoned dinner one night down the line.

He found the little witch curled up in the library, her head bowed and form snug against the werewolf. His arms were wrapped around her as if he were her husband instead of Severus.

'Ah well, if she fancies, the wolf, more power to them,' he mused, grabbing up the half empty bottle of wine and other bit of sparkling cider for he and Cissa to finish off. Waste not, want not, after all.

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Hermione was heading for breakfast in the formal dining room three days later when the booming shout of her husband's voice reached her ears as she came closer to the front hall which passed to the formal dining room.

"I want to see Hermione! Now either you Apparate your leathery hide and find her or I'm going to-"

"You're going to what? Old friend?" Lucius smoothly intercepted, not wishing for another graceless faux paux to slip from the other man's lips. He was getting tired of the man's tantrums. Perhaps Hermione had the right idea cutting the man from her life. It was such a bother smoothing over every little bump in the road the dark wizard stubbed his toe on. The social recluse was no longer fun to be around, having lost his sense of humor even around Lucius.

"I want to see my wife." Severus had both feet firmly planted on the ground, arms crossed and scowl in place.

"Your wife no longer desires your presence, I'm afraid. As a guest in my home, she has the right to refuse to see anyone she pleases."

"Lucius. We've been friends for thirty plus years. You will retrieve my wife immediately so that I may escort her home."

Lucius stepped in close to his old friend. Hermione crept closer so she could hear.

Severus tried to back away but was held in place by a wand firmly placed at his throat. His face turned white and his stance faltered.

"You misunderstand, old friend. Perhaps you didn't hear me correctly? Well, let me make it clear to you, and I'll use small words so you'll be sure to understand."

The look on her husband's face was priceless. She stifled a giggle.

"Your. Wife. Does. Not. Want. To. See. You. Kapeesh?"

Severus inclined his head ever-so-slightly and with a sharp spin, was out on his heel a moment later.

Seeming quite pleased with himself, Lucius preened his hair like a peacock fluffing its feathers and practically glided into the dining room. Hermione was greeted like a queen and she tried not to smile through her breakfast and the polite conversation that followed. She had never seen anyone put Severus in his place. It was a refreshing change of pace to have not only hexed him but put out on his arse by his best and only friend.

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The Ministry halls were quiet in the time immediately preceding the lunch hour. Everyone was rushing to finish up whatever work they were doing before the Ministry clock tower gonged the noon hour and the halls were flooded with hungry witches and wizards.

Severus loved walking the Halls of Slytherin this time of day. He was able to look down upon all the descendants of the great Salazar and other dignitaries that had presided over Hogwarts, the Ministry and the Wizengamot for generations. He took great pride in being a son of the English wizarding elite. Although his own Muggle father was an asshole, Severus Snape considered himself to be quite a cultured and proper gentleman.

He scowled when he spied the last person in the world he wanted to see stalking right towards him.

Remus Lupin marched right up to him, toe-to-toe and faced with Severus' own ebony wand, which the lithe, muscled wolf matched.

"To what do I owe the displeasure, werewolf?" he sneered, brandishing the tip of his wand in a circle.

"You've lost, Snape. She's lost to you. You're a fool. She loves you, and you can't even see what you're giving up, do you? Pathetic."

Remus circled with the dark wizard, light against grey, straight up valor against shadowed maneuvers.

"I've no idea what you mean, wolf," Snape growled. "Now take your meaningless drivel and be on your wretched way."

"You wish," taunted Remus. He was feeling extremely put out. It wasn't fair that this greasy, ugly bastard held the heart of such a marvelous woman. It really grated on his nerves that she was pregnant with his spawn to boot, but it wasn't the babies' fault. Any part of Hermione meant the world to him, no matter the filth they were bred from. He would love them as any biological child of his own.

"You had the entire world in the palm of your hand and gave it up to be a controlling, monstrous, pathetic excuse of a wizard. Don't blame me when she closes the door for good and never speaks to you again."

It hit Snape like a ton of bricks. The wolf was in love with his wife! He could recognize jealousy from across a crowded room. It was so plain on his ugly face the air between them reeked of it.

"So that's why she's gone. You've taken her from me! I'll kill you for filling her head with your lies!"

Remus dodged a stinging hex, sending back an Expelliarmus that was easily dodged as well.

"She invited me to the manor you useless git! You've driven away most of her family and friends, she has no one left to care for her!"

"So you use Lucius' home to poison his mind against me and fuck my wife under another man's roof. That allows you to justify your pathetic Gryffindor sense of justice!"

The hexes were coming fast and furious now, having gone from simple school-boy jinxes to all-out dueling. The conversation was halted in lieu of concentrating on leaping away or blocking the other one's hexes, oblivious to the destruction they were doing to the hallowed halls around them.

"Confundo!"

"Protego!"

"Erecto!"

"Wingardium Leviosa!"

Snape summoned a giant wall of marble between them while Lupin levitated a massive statue and threw it at the wall, shattering it into hundreds of marble blocks, weighing half a ton apiece flying in all directions.

The pieces landed disparately, gouging the once-pristine hall and marking it as an impromptu war zone.

"Confringo!"

"Finite Incantatem!"

"Nox!" All the lights went out in the hall, leaving only a thin beam of light from the high, arched window above them.

"Lumos!" The lights came back on, revealing Snape darting behind another chunk of marble.

"Reducto!" The rock exploded and Snape was thrown backwards down the hall.

Lupin raced in a desperate attempt to freeze Snape before he could do any further damage to the hall.

"Langlock!"

Remus felt his tongue stick to the roof of his mouth and silently cursed himself for failing to protect himself from the obvious line of attack.

"Incarcerous!"

Now covered in rope, Lupin hit the floor and watched helplessly as his wand rolled away.

A bloodied and battered Severus now stood above him, favoring his left leg and a large gash in his head. The blood poured freely from the wound and Remus could clearly see the white of the man's skull gleaming in the pale light.

"Now, we finish this, wolf!"

Raising his wand, Snape was halted by a shout of, "Expelliarmus!"

The long ebony wand shot from his hand before Severus could open his mouth to cast.

Remus never did find out what Snape was going to hex him with.

Within moments the hall was swarming with Aurors and other Ministry officials blocking off all entrances and exits. Both men were promptly taken to holding cells where they were healed and questioned.

Remus was let go on his own cognizance, but Severus fumed when he watched the werewolf stride from the room a free man while he was held like a common criminal.

Head Auror Draco Malfoy was soon positioned inside his godfather's cell. After listening to the man curse and blame everyone else for the past half hour he'd had enough.

"Silencio!"

Holding up both hands, Draco shook his head to the negative. "Uncle, don't make me immobilize you as well."

Sullen and resigned, Snape dropped into the hard wooden chair across the table from Draco.

The thirty year old Auror sighed. "Look, Uncle. I know it doesn't seem fair, but I'm just following protocol. You clearly threw the first hex, and seeing as how you and Lupin caused over a million galleons in damage to three departments, destroyed three irreplaceable paintings and statues and halted a full quarter of Ministry operations for repairs for a full month, you are being charged with battery, attempted murder, gross criminal damage and gross criminal negligence. If you plead guilty I can get your sentence reduced and the battery and attempted murder charges chopped. You'll have to serve one hundred eighty days in the minimum security wing of the new Auror prison, out for work release on good behavior seeing as how you're a prominent business owner, and a fine of two million galleons payable starting immediately from all royalty and business income while incarcerated, and half of it after your release."

He covered his eyes with one hand. "No, Uncle, don't even fucking start. I've had it up to here with your antics. Kingsley wanted to throw you into Azkaban and throw away the key and we haven't put anyone in there for five years."

Severus dropped back into his chair after rising, trying to get Draco's attention. Resigned to his fate, Draco rose to leave.

"Oh, and one last thing. Unless you decide to undergo permanent cognitive behavioral therapy, my father and mother, Lupin and Hermione have signed a joint restraining order against you, barring you from coming within one thousand feet of any of them in perpetuity."

Draco stopped at the door and scanned a note a fellow Auror handed him. With a shake of his head he sent it floating over to his Uncle.

Without turning around he said, "For their sake, I hope you do the right thing. I really hope you do the right thing."

With that, Draco was gone, the spell lifted and another smooth vellum parchment clutched in his hands with the flowing cursive of his precious wife. Fingers trembling and much more hesitant than the first time he'd opened such a message a few short weeks ago, he read her message.

Severus,

It is with a heavy heart I write this letter, possibly the last one you will ever receive from me except through our separate barristers. Draco has kindly filled me in on your circumstance. Despite your attempt to kill one of my best friends over your obsessive rage and jealousy of your property, as you've called me so often, I must admit that Remus is also at fault and thus, the blame lies squarely on his shoulders as well.

I am not, nor have I ever been unfaithful to you. My heart lies solely with the man I fell in love with, may he rest in peace.

It is only fair that you know I am ten weeks pregnant with our identical twin girls. Despite your extreme misgivings on being a father, I hope you find it in your heart to accept them as your own and not push them away as you have their mother.

Visitation will be supervised for the first five years of their life, and pending the approval of both barrister-appointed Wizengamot child guardian ad-litems, they will be allowed to spend every other weekend and summer hols with their father until the age of eleven when we will share joint custody every-other-week and holidays when on summer break from Hogwarts.

In two weeks' time the dissolution of our marriage will be final barring the removal of my signature. Kingsley has granted me a no-contest dissolution on grounds of unusual and extreme duress and circumstance.

At this point in time I assume there is no hope of saving our marriage. I will continue to reside at Malfoy Manor until the birth of our daughters where I will then move in with Remus Lupin to co-raise them in a neutral, loving environment.

Yes, Remus has told me he is in love with me. I never wanted things to end this way but our babies deserve every chance at life. I refuse to raise them in an environment where they are unwanted and unloved, and terminating the pregnancy is out of the question. If you wish, I have taken the liberty of also filing dissolution of paternity papers with the Ministry seeing as how you never wanted children.

You are free to sign them at any time and will never need to bother with us again. I will know of your decision on the duplicate paperwork in my possession.

I know there is little chance you've made it this far in my letter, but in case you have, please know that I always have, and always will love the man buried deep inside of you that I know still loves me unconditionally but was ultimately too weak and afraid to allow even his own wife inside to comfort and love him. I wish you all the best, Severus, and hope you do take Draco's advice and begin the cognitive therapy. The door is still open. There is still a chance but at this point it would take a miracle to convince me that you're heart has really changed.

Godspeed. It is a shame you've let the days of your past become those that have haunted not only your future but those of everyone around you.

Goodbye Severus. You were the best and brightest light of my life. I shall miss you dearly.

Hermione

And so, the great and enigmatic Potions master extraordinaire, black bat of the dungeons and feared Death Eater broke down in the Ministry holding cell and bawled like a newborn babe, rocking himself for hours until he at last fell into an exhausted, restless sleep haunted by another man raising his family while he looked on from the cold, deathly prison that was Azkaban. In his dream he died, old, alone, friendless, loveless and penniless. A miserable soul doomed to repeat the same reincarnation for all eternity.
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Days of Future Past : Edited & Complete 11/20/11