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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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The Dark Lord Commands

Snape mentally spars with Voldemort and is forced to spin another story and admit that Welkin is not what he was led to believe. To Snape's dismay the Dark Lord plans another 'get-together' on Halloween.

Snape sensed immediately that something was causing Voldemort to be more guarded with him than he usually was. They each danced around it for nearly half an hour, mentally and verbally sparring, until Snape suspected that, just as he had feared, the reason that he was summoned alone here tonight primarily had to do with Welkin.

It was only when Bellatrix Lestrange interrupted them briefly with a communiqué for the Dark Lord and he noticed her appraising gaze on him as she left the room again that Snape decided he was certain he was right.

He had suspected that Bellatrix was the one who made an attempt on Welkin's life and now he also suspected, based on Voldemort's sudden renewed interest in questioning him about Welkin, that Bella may have told the Dark Lord what she had observed in the Forbidden Forest when Welkin was fleeing the dragon.

If she had, Voldemort would now certainly be questioning Snape’s loyalty again and it was imperative that he offer him something new to quickly restore his faith in him as a trusted servant.

"Milord... There is something else which I wish to report to you," Snape said with an air of cool detachment.

"Something concerning your wife, perhaps?" Voldemort responded equally calmly, but with a hint of irritation. He had already seen what wispy concerns he had been able to see about his wife that Snape had floating in his mind.

The blood congealed in Snape's veins as Voldemort subtly confirmed that he knew about Welkin, although just how much he wasn't sure. Snape tried to pretend ignorance of his meaning to him and continued with his supposed revelation.

"Yes, milord... It is something of no real consequence, but nonetheless something which I have only recently discovered and I feel I should apprise you of," he lied expansively.

"Another of your wife's sexual intrigues—other than the one with Julien Bell—perhaps?" Voldemort was toying with him—trying to intimidate him. He fixed his red-eyed gaze on Snape, waiting for his response.

"Nothing of that lurid nature, milord," Snape continued unfazed. "In the course of... guarding my property from damage... I have recently discovered that she has lied to me about her true nature."

"And what nature is that?" Voldemort asked a bit more harshly than before.

"She is not a Muggle as I was led to believe. I have discovered that she is a magical—though not a particularly skilled one—since she is an American and apparently had no formal schooling in the Craft until Dumbledore took it upon his meddlesome self to tutor her in the use of a wand."

Snape noticed that Voldemort did not seem particularly surprised at his news.

"Tell me, Severus, why is it that your wife would choose to conceal this from you?" Voldemort asked. "How was she able to conceal it so well from you for nearly two years? That you were so easily duped does not speak well of your abilities or usefulness as a spy to me, does it?" Voldemort asserted. "But it does contradict your assessment of her skills, since she was able to fool you so completely, according to your own account."

"I have questioned her quite extensively—and painfully—in this matter and she has admitted to me that she had known of my proclivity for uncomplicated sexual liaisons with Muggle females and sought to use that pretense, as well as her sexual charms, to ensnare me as a husband. I beg forgiveness that my preoccupation with my personal appetites and desires have resulted in my inadvertently misleading you, milord.”

Snape stood stiffly awaiting his fate, steeling himself for the pain of the Cruciatus Curse. One of few of the Dark Lord's trusted advisors who had been spared the excruciating pain of punishment in this way, he was not looking forward to giving up his virgin status in that respect. He felt Voldemort probing at his mind a bit more aggressively and shielded himself as only he could, allowing just the thoughts he wished the Dark Lord to see.

After long, agonizing minutes, when Voldemort had dissected his thoughts as expertly as a Muggle surgeon wielding a scalpel, the Dark Lord turned away and returned to his seat at the massive table.

“I cannot pretend that I am not disappointed in your gullibility where the lady in question is concerned,” Voldemort told him, motioning for him to sit. “However...”

Voldemort raised one claw-like white hand and pointed at the crystal decanter on the table, which levitated into the air. The stopper removed itself and the container poured a stream of ruby-red wine into one of the stemmed glasses. The glass slid across the distance between them and came to rest in front of the now seated Snape in invitation.

Snape should have been relieved that Voldemort did not seem intent on punishing him and was now also addressing Welkin as a ‘lady’ instead of the usual disgusting epithets he was accustomed to call her when he thought she was a Muggle. Instead, the change in his manner towards her raised another alarm deep inside him, in the feelings he had swaddled away where the Dark Lord could not touch and defile them.

“However,” Voldemort repeated as he continued. “I also cannot pretend that I am not greatly relieved that you have, albeit it unwittingly, chosen a more appropriate sort of wife befitting a Death Eater.”

Voldemort smiled slyly. “Although it will not be possible for Lucius to join us this time due to circumstances beyond his control, shall we say... I am looking forward to renewing my acquaintance with your wife. Yaxley tells me she is quite an ardent admirer of mine.”

To Snape’s well-concealed horror, Voldemort’s smile broadened into a sharp-toothed, predatory grin.

When he returned from his conference with Voldemort at nearly midnight Snape didn't tell Welkin right away what had transpired and she didn't ask. She was so anxious to make love to him and he was so anxious to let her that he delayed the inevitable for a few hours until both their desires were temporarily slaked.

"It's a good thing tomorrow's Saturday and you don't have classes to teach," Welkin said, running her hands over his pale, sweat-drenched skin appreciatively. "I think I've finally worn you out."

"Do not be so certain of that," he advised, running his fingers through her hair, mussing it even more than it already was. It felt so good to hold her against him and touch her—to share her thoughts and his with her. She belongs to me... and I to her, he thought with the periodic sense of wonderment he felt at the situation. It was happiness such as Severus Snape, always on the outside of a normal life before, had never really expected to have.

Oblivious to those particular thoughts at the moment, Welkin laughed and wiggled gently against his side with pleasure.

"That's what I like about you, Snape. You're always able to pull off one more glorious, amazing fuck. Do you think we'll still be doing this when we're old and gray? Will you still want me when my tits are sagging and my ass is dragging?"

"Forever and Always, my pet. That is the beauty of wizardry. I shall be able to perform Wingardium Leviosa and a Tightening Charm on you and hold everything in place while I have my way with you." He arched an eyebrow at her wickedly.

"What of you, my love? Will you still desire me when my arse is scrawny and flat and my cock is as limp as a Carpathian Bloodworm?"

"Severus... Don't be silly. You know I will." She reached around him and patted his bare ass tenderly for emphasis.

Welkin giggled at the image he painted of himself as a wizened old man with a limp dick.

"Anyway, your ass is already a little scrawny but your prick is never gonna be limp... even when you're as old as Albus!"

"True," Snape agreed immodestly. He was quite proud of that fact, and not inclined to be modest about it in any way. He was happy that Welkin agreed with him, as he had expected her to.

“...and thy desire shall be to thy husband, and he shall rule over thee,” Welkin quoted, her voice a little muffled against his chest.

“Another Muggle Bible verse, Wells?”

“Courtesy of my Bible-thumping Sunday-go-ta-meetin’ Mother,” Welkin confirmed grimly.

“Behold, the man is become as one of us to know good and evil: and now, lest he put forth his hand, and take also of the tree of life...” Snape quoted back.

“You know the Bible?” Welkin asked with obvious surprise.

“Courtesy of my Muggle father... who seemed to think it his duty to turn me from the pathway to perdition due to my mother’s wicked heritage,” Severus answered wryly.

“The Bible’s not such a terrible thing... if only people like my mother and your father wouldn’t pervert it so. There’s really beauty in it in essence, Severus,” Welkin said with interest in this unexpected new topic for them to discuss. “There’s room for both the Light and the Dark... no matter what people say. It’s a matter of degree... and usage. One just can‘t operate well without the other,” Welkin said, stroking his cheek soothingly as she spoke.

“Maybe someday we can make our own Eden,” Welkin mused to him.

“There is always Avalon,” he teased. “It is much less mythical than Eden... and I daresay would be easier to find.” He pressed his lips against her forehead in a kiss.

“I have always appreciated your congenial attitude towards the Dark Arts,” Snape added. “You are my most apt pupil. Perhaps it is a result of your own wicked heritage,” he teased her again.

He threw a leg over hers and pulled her even closer. How do I deserve such a woman? he asked himself again. It was a hard habit to break—questioning his own worthiness. Perhaps it is as she says. There is no deserving. It is enough that she chooses me as I am and chooses to stay at my side—that she will never leave me—as I shall never leave her.

They lay still, breathing each other's scent, stroking each other gently for the sheer pleasure of it and looking fondly into each other's eyes until both finally started to speak at once.

"What did Voldemort want?" Welkin got her question out first, which was a usual occurrence in the Snape household. He had long since become well-accustomed to her rapid-fire delivery of questions and queries about things. It was much more unusual when she was quiet.

When Snape answered her in detail, he was surprised as she lay quietly until he was finished, not offering to interrupt him as she usually did.

"I've been expecting something like this," she said. "It was bound to happen sooner or later, wasn't it?"

She also knew they had both been avoiding discussing it for the past two hours, choosing instead to occupy themselves with the enthusiasms of joyous sexual abandon before turning to things sure to be unpleasant.

He didn't answer, studying her face for signs of panic, but he saw none. A year ago he would have seen both fear and a valiant effort to suppress it on that expressive face of hers.

"So... the jig is up and he wants to trot me out like a prize pig and inspect me again, huh?" she asked with resignation. "When?"

"There is to be a party at Malfoy Manor on All Hallow's Eve," Snape informed her. "Narcissa has been commanded to host a banquet as usual even though Lucius is imprisoned, and our presence has been commanded in attendance. It is an adult party and Sullivan is exempt from the affair—do not worry on that account," he added quickly. "Voldemort seems to have forgotten about Sullivan for the moment."

"I hope he forgets about him from now on, or that could become a problem sooner than we expected." Welkin frowned.

She suddenly remembered something else about the day. "We'll be having Sully's birthday cake earlier in the day anyway," Welkin said in an oddly dreamy way. "I'm glad it won't interfere with his special day."

"Are you certain you are quite alright, Wells?" Severus asked her, concerned that she seemed so calm.

"Of course, Severus." She smiled at him confidently. "Why wouldn't I be? You'll be with me, won't you? There's nothing to worry about as long as we're together."
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Welkin in the Wizarding World (COMPLETED)

The Dark Lord Commands