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Welkin in the Wizarding World (COMPLETED)	By : welkin_cooper Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 14600 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Rescue Me

Severus and Welkin set up a blind date for Hagrid. Bella welcomes an opportunity to dispose of both Snapes when she discovers them in an ideal location.

"I wish to go back inside, Welkin. Why do you insist on loitering here in the street?" Snape asked impatiently.

Several Muggles passing the entrance of The Leaky Cauldron glanced at them, nodding with perfunctory politeness.

"Because I want to give Hagrid and Lilith a little more time alone without us, so we won't be in the way while they get acquainted," Welkin explained again. "I told you that five minutes ago. Weren't you listening to me, Severus? Sometimes I think you tune me out on purpose."

"We could give them an eternity and those two are not going to be any more comfortable with one another than Peeves with the Bloody Baron," Snape said. "It is obvious to me, even if you are too stubborn to admit that your ridiculous idea of pairing them was a bad one."

"It just needs a little time for the chemistry to work," Welkin insisted. "It wasn't helping anything when you kept making all those snide remarks about that incident that Hagrid had with those blasted skoots."

"Blast-Ended Skrewts," Snape corrected her.

"Well, whatever they're called... did you have to keep bringing it up? How is Hagrid supposed to impress her if you keep pointing out his screw-ups? How would you have liked it if somebody did that to you all the time when we were first getting to know each other?" Welkin asked. "I would have thought you were more of an idiot than I did."

"I do not fail at my endeavors," Snape asserted pridefully. "There would have been nothing for them to point out."

Welkin fixed him with a look that said she could refute that haughty pronouncement if she wanted to, but then pressed her lips together and said nothing.

"How I ever let you convince me to set up this ludicrous doublet of a date, I shall never know," Snape groused.

"Double-date," Welkin now corrected him. "You must have been delirious with lust, as usual."

"Odd. I seem to recall that it was you thrusting those delicate little hands of yours up my nightshirt quite relentlessly last night. I was perfectly content to read," he claimed.

"Always did like those nightshirts of yours. Easy access." Welkin folded her arms and leaned against the wall. "I didn't see you shrinking away from me and asking me to stop. Anyway, I was just trying to keep my hands warm. It's cold in those dungeons. Remember the marriage contract? I think that part about worshipping me with your body entitles me to share the heat generated by those enormous balls of yours."

Welkin turned to look through the doorway, saw that Lilith had finally removed her black leather jacket in the crowded and overly warm interior of the pub, and Hagrid was placing it on the back of her chair for her. At least that was a good sign. Lilith no longer looked like she was about to escape through the nearest exit to try to ditch him.

She turned back to Severus and regarded his solemn face as he shifted from foot to foot on the pavement. The way he was squirming, he looked like he was overdue for the loo.

"I know you're bored and need a piss, Severus, but just a little bit longer, please?" Welkin pleaded for his patience, even though she was much more bored than he was. She reached out and threaded her fingers through his, tickling the palm of his hand with her thumb, stroking it back and forth.

"Five more minutes, not one second more, and then we must return to our seats, Welkin. After I return from the loo, if he has not yet managed to speak to her about something she finds remotely interesting, we are leaving. I do not intend to waste the entire evening here listening to him struggle through this travesty of a date when we could be at home in bed," he said.

"But it's only seven o'clock. What are we anyway, farmers? Who goes to bed at..."

Welkin trailed off with a grin as she realized what he was suggesting. "Oh!" she said, grinning broader.

Welkin wrapped her arm around one of his. "Those Blast-Ended Skrewts got you all hot and bothered, have they?" she teased. Sex was the one thing they always seemed to see eye-to-eye on.

She was just about to kiss him when a large mass cast a shadow over them from the doorway.

Hagrid cleared his throat discreetly. "If yeh don' mind, Lilith and I will be leavin' now. She's goin' ter show me 'er collection." He blushed slightly.

"Collection?" Snape said curiously.

Lilith turned her back to them and dropped her jacket low enough for them to see the beginning of a beautifully rendered and colorful dragon tattoo starting at her neck and disappearing beneath the low chemise she was wearing. Apparently it covered her entire back.

As Welkin looked at it she suddenly shivered, but she didn't know why and shrugged it off as a chill from the wind that was stirring tonight.

"Hagrid noticed my dragon when he was being such a gentleman and helping me with my jacket. "I can't believe how much he knows about them. I just love dragons too. They're so large and fierce... but very misunderstood creatures, I think," Lilith explained. "I have a big collection of them. I'm going to take Hagrid back to my place and show them to him, if you don't mind us skipping out on you," she added.

Whether they minded or not, she sauntered off down the street, tugging the lumbering and blushing Hagrid along with her.

Several other people shot curious glances at the towering duo, even though this section of the street was known by the local Muggles as being unusual in the number of eccentric characters it attracted. They took a lot less notice of oddities like a Half-giant and an Amazon on a date here than they would in a more posh neighborhood.

Welkin grinned up at Severus and arched an eyebrow at him in triumph. She was up by two on him. He hadn't thought that the Minerva/Aberforth pairing would work out either, and they were regulars at Madam Puddifoot's now. Aberforth had even gone so far as to introduce Minerva to his goats.

Snape stood there gaping, astonished at the notion that Rubeus Hagrid might actually get laid tonight before he did. He watched the tall leather-clad woman and Hagrid the Half-giant, with the handle of his incongruous pink parasol protruding from his side pocket, as Welkin stated her optimistic view of things.

"It's a promising start, don't you think? They have something in common to talk about. A shared love of exotic animals," Welkin said wisely.

"Show him her collection, indeed," Snape snorted to Welkin. "If I know Lilith, that is not all she will be showing him."

"Really?" Welkin said breathlessly, picturing it in her head. "Do you think they're going to actually fuck? That might be a problem. I mean... I don't think they make a condom big enough for... I mean... If they make giant-size rubbers, I bet they're not being literal about it. They wouldn't be big enough for an actual Giant, I don't think."

"It is a bit late to contemplate such things now," Snape told her. "Hopefully, Hagrid will know what to do if she is agreeable. It is no longer our concern."

Snape encircled Welkin's waist with his arm. "The tedious portion of this evening is officially at an end. We shall return home immediately, where I shall reacquaint you with my giant-size Blast-Ended Skrewt."

"Would that qualify as bestiality, do you think? That's one we haven't done yet," Welkin pondered.

"I do not think so, but I would be happy to consult the Restricted Section for something which would."

Snape grinned evilly, checked the street for evening strollers who might be startled by their abrupt disappearance, and Disapparated with her.

"Why are so many vital potions ingredients so disgusting?"

"What constitutes disgusting to you?" Snape asked, handing her a trowel and something to snip with. "Put all of the ingredients you find into your bag and we shall separate them later," he instructed.

"Yes, my Lord and Master... It's pretty disgusting if it's anything with pus that oozes, or smells strong enough to knock out a charging Hippogriff at forty paces. That kind of thing. Why does it have to smell bad to work? Like that awful pre-natal potion. Promise me I won't ever have to drink that stuff again!" Welkin grimaced painfully at the horrible memory. "What's all this stuff we're gathering for? Why can't we just get it out of the greenhouses?"

"Which of those jumbled questions and statements would you like me to address first, Welkin?" Snape asked.

"You're getting to be quite the stand-up comedian, Severus. We should open up a comedy club in Hogsmeade, right next to the brothel. You could split your time between the two," she said wryly. "Why can't we just get this stuff out of the greenhouses?"

"Because some of the ingredients that must be used to slow the progression of Albus's condition cannot be cultivated, are only found growing in the wild, and must be gathered fresh.

"Oh... this stuff is for Albus?"

"Yes." He was already kneeling on the ground, snipping the tips from one of the plants he was after.

Welkin shut her mouth, bent to her task and started energetically poking at the base of the nearest tree with her trowel, digging for one of the numerous roots that were on his precisely lettered and numbered list. For her benefit, since she was not as well-versed in the ingredients as he was, he had included moving pictures of each of the needed roots and herbs, as well as habitats in which they would most likely be found.

Snape smiled to himself as he heard her start to sing under her breath. It was a Muggle tune that sounded vaguely familiar. Something about whistling while you worked, which is exactly what Welkin began to do.

A scant one hundred yards away, hidden from view behind another massive oak tree, someone else was smiling at Welkin, feeling glee at her providence in discovering that the accursed pair had ventured into the Forbidden Forest.

Bellatrix Lestrange stifled a crazed giggle with the back of her hand, her wand drawn and at the ready. The shadowy one, the Dark Goddess, had truly favored her. With any luck, she would be able to dispatch both her primary target, Welkin Snape, and her cowardly husband, who had been a thorn in Bella's side for far too long.

No doubt he would abandon his Muggle whore to try to save himself, just as he had when the Dark Lord had needed him. But even if he escaped, she could always make it appear as if Snape himself had arranged his wife's death, and those bumbling imbeciles at the Ministry of Magic could deal with him as a murderer, as they had always wished to, but were prevented by Albus Dumbledore's intervention. The hellish confines of Azkaban, and perhaps the horror of a dementor's kiss would do quite nicely to remove Severus Snape from his undeserved place as Voldemort's most trusted servant.

The only question was, how was she to arrange it? Bella watched and stewed in her hatred, as Welkin worked her way deeper into the forest.

"We should be heading back to the castle," Snape said, dumping the remainder of the roots he had harvested into his bag and pulling the closure tight. There was no reply.

"Welkin!" he shouted. "The sun will be setting soon! We must go back!"

Still no reply. She must have wandered out of range of his voice. No need to panic just yet, but he needed to find her. He could not chance her getting disoriented in the forest in the dark, and wandering into some danger unaware.

He set off deeper into the forest, following the trail her feet had left in the soft earth, which was still damp from yesterday's rainstorm.

"Welkin! Answer me! Where are you?"

Where Welkin was, she was not sure. She had not been paying attention to how far, or the direction she had gone. Each time she had thought to turn back to rejoin Severus, she had been distracted by the discovery of a new source of the herbs or roots they needed for Albus. She thought to retrace her steps but a sudden whirlwind had dropped a shower of leaves from the trees and effectively obscured her path back the way she had come.

"Severus! Can you hear me?" she shouted to him. How far had she gone? Maybe she could try to signal him with her wand somehow, and then just stay put so that he could find her.

As she was pondering that plan, she heard a rustling from a nearby thicket of bushes, and immediately tensed. Weren't there supposed to be all manner of dark creatures in these woods? Werewolves and giant hairy spiders and God only knew what other things that might hunger for human flesh and blood?

"Welkin! Where are you?"

Thank God. It was Severus, come to look for her.

"Severus! I'm here!"

She moved in the direction of his voice, pushing her way through the foliage into a small clearing beyond which was an outcropping of massive stones. Severus' voice was coming from inside the darkened entrance to a cave, which was set into the side of a rocky hill.

"Severus?"

"Here! In the cave! Welkin! I am injured! I slipped on wet stones! Help me!"

"I'm coming! Don't move!"

Concealed behind one of the larger stones at the face of the cavern entrance, Bella removed the point of her wand from her throat and waited anxiously as Welkin rushed towards death, lured by the magically altered sound of Bella's voice, and Severus’ need for her.

Welkin had just breached the entrance when a deep rumbling sound halted her. She stared into the dimness.

"Severus?" she called uncertainly.

Two enormous yellow-orange eyes suddenly glowed at her like gigantic embers in the dark, as the sleeping dragon awakened.

"Oh... shit..." Welkin started to back slowly away.

Bella quickly raised her wand and directed it into the cave in the direction of the dragon.

"Imperio!" she spoke the curse, and forced her mind and will into the creature's brain, seeking to agitate it.

"Attack! Kill the intruder!" she hissed. "Kill her! Kill!" she commanded.

The dragon whipped its scaly tail in the air and let it fall with a thud, writhing on the ground as it slithered towards Welkin, who realized now that it couldn't have been Severus she thought she heard.

"Nice lizard. Sweet lizard. You great big black… fucking... dangerous son of a bitch… Welkin's just going to leave now… no need to see me to the door." She backed away stealthily, praying that she didn’t trip and become an hors d’oeurve.

The 'nice lizard' bared its teeth at her, saliva dripping from the points of the fangs in anticipation of a charbroiled delicacy - her!

Welkin abandoned all pretense of soothing the angry beast, turned and ran. She bounded out of the cave with the dragon in pursuit, roaring and snapping at her. Outside the cave, the creature spread its leathery black wings and flicked out a tongue of flame at Welkin's retreating back.

Feeling the heat at her back, Welkin whipped out her wand and turned as she ran, aiming at the creature. “Stupefy!” She let loose a volley of attempts to halt, or at least slow the dragon enough to allow her to take cover, but her puny efforts only seemed to enrage it.

Welkin dived back into the thicket of tall grass she had emerged from earlier, hoping that whatever the dragon was guarding in the cave would keep it from pursuing her further once she was out of sight. No such luck, and she realized quickly that had been a terrible move, as the flames set the dry grass ablaze. She barely had time to emerge on the other side before the fire engulfed the entire undergrowth.

As the enraged ophidian stomped through the flames, Welkin raised her wand one more time. “Expecto Patronum!” she shouted, unleashing the milky silver image of her Patronus and sending it to find Severus. If only she could stay out of the dragon’s reach long enough, Severus might find her in time.

The dragon was spewing hot bursts of flames at her in a straight line as it took to the air to pursue her across the clearing she had reached. She had reached the boundary of the Forbidden Forest, but the dragon was still in pursuit, the flames were getting closer, and she wasn’t going to be fast enough to reach the castle.

Strafing run! Welkin thought, suddenly remembering her father’s stories of his war service during World War II and the infantrymen attempting to evade enemy aircraft as they ducked for cover. She began to run in a zigzag pattern. If she couldn’t outrun it, maybe she could confound its aim.

Snape had never been so glad, or so horrified, to see a Silver Stag Patronus in his life. He ran after it on foot, his wand drawn. As happy as he was to know that the Patronus would lead him to Welkin, he dreaded the thought of what he might find once he located her. Welkin was a more than capable duelist and would never have cast the Patronus unless she was in trouble. It must be something she couldn’t handle on her own.

The stag bounded through the air, bouncing off the surrounding trees, headed towards the clearing that separated the Forbidden Forest from Hogwarts. The closer he got to the edge of the forest, the better he felt. Snape had instructed Welkin before they set out together, in the unlikely event that they should get separated, she should return to the clearing and wait for him there. Very few of the more dangerous denizens of the forest would venture past the boundaries of the woods.

Snape burst into the light of the clearing as the Patronus dissolved in mid-air. He whirled in place, his cloak billowing in the cool air, as he scanned for some sign of her. What he saw was an erratic running figure pursued by a fire-breathing Hebridean Black dragon, one of the wildest and most dangerous, which had abandoned the shadowed refuge of the forest to chase after fresh game. Snape recognized Welkin’s hunter green cloak several seconds before a new burst of flames blasted towards her and her shriek of pain traveled to his ears. “WELKIN!” he shouted, his heart pounding.

“SEV – E – RUS!” she screamed just before she fell.

Snape took flight, rocketing into the air and covering the distance between them in seconds. As he landed in front of her, another blast of flames was nearly upon them as he raised his wand. “PROTEGO INCENDIA!” he shouted, and the flames bent backwards as the protective shield surrounded them.

“We’re safe!” Welkin shouted, clutching at her right ankle, where there was a blackened, smoking gash in her suede boot.

“Only for the moment. This breed is a man-eater. It will not just quietly give up and go away. Once aroused they are both savage and relentless, and this shield will not hold long enough for others to miss us and come looking for us,” Severus informed her, dashing her celebratory feelings.

“We cannot stun it. That would require more concentrated force than you and I combined can produce,” Snape said thoughtfully.

Welkin realized he was no longer speaking to her, but more to himself, trying to rationalize his way through this predicament and come up with a plan.

“It will have to be destroyed,” Snape announced tersely. He knelt beside her and touched her face. “To attempt it, I shall have to lower the shield. Do you understand, Welkin?”

Welkin understood too well what he was getting at. If whatever he planned succeeded, they would be on their way back to the castle. If it didn’t, they would both be dead.

Welkin stroked his cheek and kissed him. “For luck,” she said, smiling wanly at him.

“I shall need more luck than that, my love,” Snape replied and gathered her into his arms. He kissed her roughly, bruising her mouth for what could be the last time, as the dragon raged and belched fire at them, repelled by their protective bubble.

When he straightened and rose from his crouch, Snape assumed a stance with his legs apart and Welkin saw his left hand clutch at his cloak convulsively as he prepared to drop the shield. Welkin fixed her gaze on the profile of the man who was the most precious possession she had in this world, other than Sully. If the worst happened, she wanted her last sight to be his beautiful face.

Severus grimaced in concentration and the vein in his forehead twitched as he raised his wand again. With perfect timing, he dropped the shield as the dragon was between bursts of flame. He pointed his wand and shouted the only incantation he was likely to be able to get off.

“ENGORGIO PECTUS PETORIS!”

Of course, Welkin thought. He was targeting the dragon’s heart, to enlarge and explode it. It was a brilliant strategy.

The monster twitched and thrashed in pain, but managed to belch one more fiery blast as the vital organ Snape had targeted swelled to bursting capacity.

Severus knelt again quickly and grabbed her, rolling to the side with her as the flames scorched the earth where they had been. He rolled again to cover her protectively with his body and Welkin strained to look over his shoulder as the dragon roared again in pain and its massive heart burst, its body falling to the ground beside them with a loud thud, shaking the ground where they lay.

Snape’s eyes were squeezed closed, as if he wasn’t sure they were both still there and not lying in a heap of charred flesh. When he opened them, Welkin was staring at him in wonder.

“That was fucking awesome!” she gasped admiringly, hugging him tightly. “You rescued me… just like in the fairy tales!”
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