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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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Snape's Island Idyll

Severus and Welkin frolic in a romantic island paradise, courtesy of Albus Dumbledore. Snape shares one of Welkin’s disturbing dreams about his future.

Snape and Welkin Apparated onto the sand, and a few startled, reddish colored crabs reluctantly scuttled away sideways to make room for them on their captured spot of beachhead. The warmth of the sun kissed the pale faces of the intruders, and a gentle sea breeze ruffled their hair fondly, greeting their unorthodox arrival in the private island paradise.

"First order of business," Welkin announced, impulsively dropping her ornately embroidered carpetbag in the sand, "is that we're going native!" Wasting no time, she whipped out her wand and flourished it at herself and Severus in turn.

Snape, looking as startled as one of the crabs that were keeping a stalk-eyed, cautious and suspicious watch on the interlopers, dropped the larger bag he was carrying as his dark clothing transformed into something much too brief and revealing to suit him.

Welkin gave a loud, appreciative wolf whistle. "You look great in a loincloth, Sevvy! Turn around and let me see your butt."

"You should have asked me about this, Welkin!" he berated her, feeling much too exposed and vulnerable in the new attire, regardless of what she thought about it.

As usual, she was exaggerating the dubious appeal of his thin, somewhat awkwardly constructed physical attributes. Bless her for that particular propensity for selective blindness where I am concerned, and thank Merlin that we are the only two humans on the island, he told himself.

Struggling with the dilemma of what to do with his hands, since there was now no place to put them, his eyes involuntarily strayed below Welkin's neckline to her bare breasts. He had to admit that it was an immediately arresting view. Welkin was similarly clad as he was—in nothing but a brown leather loincloth. She twirled for him cheekily with a grin on her face, and he saw that the back of her brief outfit was much briefer than the front—only a leather strap bisected her perky round arse cheeks. So... that was what was lodged uncomfortably between his own buttocks, he realized. He blushed at the thought, and his sallow complexion turned slightly pink as he frowned at her.

"Don't be shy just because we're out in the open, Severus. It's not like I haven't seen, as well as felt, every delicious inch of you before. Albus wanted us to relax and have fun, and it's warm and private enough that we don't need to wear all those bulky, confining clothes. I think our matching outfits are cute, don't you? You look just like Tarzan, Lord of the Jungle... and I'm your devoted Jane. There's no one else on this island except us," she reminded him.

"This strap between my buttocks is quite annoying," Snape noted grumpily, shifting uncomfortably in the sand in a fruitless attempt to dislodge the irritant that was digging into him.

"We can go naked, if you don't get used to wearing the thong," Welkin offered. "It can be a little bit irritating rubbing back and forth in your crack," she admitted, reaching around to adjust and tug hers out a bit. "Other than that, I was hoping you'd like the idea of these outfits. I think they're really sexy," she cajoled.

She thinks it is sexy, Snape argued to himself to keep from saying or doing something that might prevent him from reaping the benefits of that attitude.

"I suppose... if there is no one else around... it might be acceptable to costume in this fashion for a time. I can endure the discomfort," he agreed.

"I should hope so... you big, bad Death Eater, you," she teased.

"You are more trying than Voldemort at times, Wells, and just as stubborn in pursuit of your goals," Snape charged.

"Don't knock it. You never know when my stubborn attitude might come in handy for you. Now, grab our bag and follow me, Tarzan... I think our quarters are supposed to be in that direction, according to Albus. Let's go get settled in," she suggested, pointing across the beach in the direction of a heavily forested area.

Snape retrieved the larger bag, but he ignored her instructions to follow. He rebelliously took the lead instead and struggled through the warm, shifting sand with Welkin taking up the rear on their march.

And what a rear it is, she thought admiringly.

"Must be jelly, 'cause jam don't shake like that," she quoted a song lyric aloud.

"What did you say?" Snape asked with clueless innocence.

"Nothing at all, sweetie. Just another of my obscure Muggle cultural references. I'll explain later," she promised.

As they got closer, Snape easily spotted the small round thatch-roofed hut nestled among the trees and located about 100 yards into the forest. He marched them up to it and dropped the bag he was carrying at the base of the structure.

The hut was primarily constructed of closely roped together cane. The thickly thatched roof was cone-shaped and rose to a point like a witch's hat. Green and colorfully flowering foliage dotted the top of it here and there, so that it resembled a large living organism.

Welkin stopped beside him and stood quietly looking up at the hut, which was elevated off the ground on stilts.

Severus watched her face as a little of the color drained out of it and her body tensed. "How are we supposed to get up there?" she asked him anxiously.

"There is a rope ladder to climb... or we can levitate," Snape replied nonchalantly. "Wingardium Leviosa!" he pronounced, and their bags rose into the air and ascended until they had deposited themselves neatly on the circular deck surrounding the hut. "Would you like for me to levitate you or would you care to try it yourself?" he asked with deceptive politeness.

"I'll climb the rope ladder. It's better exercise," Welkin decided quickly. She felt safer having something to cling to just in case. "If I didn't know better, I'd say Albus planned this on purpose," she accused. "Stay behind me just in case I fall." She climbed several steps up on the rough rope rungs and paused to allow him to follow.

Sighing heavily, Snape followed her. "Albus is as disturbed as I am that you have made no progress with flight and precious little with personal levitation. Levitating merely a few feet off the floor will not be sufficient for your examinations, Wells. I agree with your conjecture about Albus. I would not put it past him to have designed this abode with that in mind to force you to test yourself."

"Don't talk to me while I'm climbing... it makes me nervous," she said. It was only 15 feet, but it took much longer than it should have to climb to the top because of the overcautious way she proceeded.

"No sweat," she lied as she finally grasped the top railing and pulled herself onto the deck.

"If it was so easy for you, why are you so pale and tense in appearance?" he asked astutely.

Welkin frowned at him for pointing it out and turned towards the open doorway of the hut without response.

"One moment," he said as he pulled her to the side. He levitated their bags inside neatly, then scooped her up into his arms and carried her over the threshold. "It is tradition, I believe," he said as he set her down again.

It really is hard to stay mad at him when he does unexpected things like that, Welkin conceded.

"That's only a tradition when you're first married, but I appreciate the romantic gesture," she told him. "I guess this shows that you're not completely disappointed with me and my awful lack of magical progress."

"You have your compensating qualities. Your expertise at oral stimulation particularly springs to mind. It is quite... magical," he noted with a smirk.

"One of these days I'm going to figure out how to swallow the whole damn thing, and you'll be my slave," she promised.

"One of these days I am going to insist that you do, and after my enormous cock has choked you into unconsciousness you will no longer be so cheeky to me," he promised.

"You're an evil asshole. It's lucky for you that that is the type I'm attracted to, you cheeky devil. But if you’ve got to ride my ass, at least ride me to death like your bitch instead of bitching me to death with bad critiques of my magical deficiencies,” she retorted.

"Your difficulty with flight is practically your only area of weakness, my pet. However, I shall not mention it again for the duration of our stay here. I shall leave it up to you whether you wish to test yourself and I shall not force the issue. We are here to enjoy ourselves, are we not?" Snape concluded their verbal jousting on an upbeat note.

"Exactly... and just look at this fabulous view!" Welkin grasped him by the hand and tugged him over to one of the windows, which faced the beach and the ocean. “We’re so close to the water that we’ll be able to hear the waves at night when we're in bed.”

"It will be most pleasant," he agreed with uncharacteristic congeniality. "I am also quite relieved to see that we have what appears to be a comfortable and hopefully sturdily constructed bed, as I intend to be quite aggressive with you."

A cane frame bed, covered in pristine white linens, a sage green coverlet folded at the foot, and white and sage green pillows, was in the center of the single large circular room. Some geometric patterned woven mats covered the rough wooden flooring surrounding the bed. There were a couple of rattan chairs and matching table near one of the open windows. The table was partially covered by a rough grey burlap looking tablecloth, and a tall greenish grey stone vase in the center of the table held some sprigs of bright pink hibiscus flowers. There was a pottery bowl holding a variety of colored fruits.

Some of the same rough material that covered the table was secured on pegs above each open window and could be lowered to shut out intruding insects if needed. Open woven baskets of various shapes and sizes hung randomly as the only wall decoration. One shallow one contained several crockery bowls and a modest number of wooden handled eating utensils.

A couple of darker, tall covered baskets stood on either side of the bed, serving as end tables. The most interesting and distinctively stimulating feature of the room to Welkin’s wandering eye were the large erotic figurines of couples engaged in sinewy sexual congress that adorned the top of each basket like fertility totems and looked to be carved of dark ebony wood.

“Wait a minute... where’s the bathroom?” Welkin asked.

Snape crossed to another rough length of material, which was hanging on a semi-circular rod from ceiling to floor behind the bed. He pulled it aside to reveal a rustic looking copper tub that might be big enough for two if the two were acrobatic enough.

“Apparently, we shall be obliged to use spells to provide our own water and heat source,” he observed. “As there is no plumbing, there is either an outdoors facility for bodily eliminations, or the outdoors is the facility.”

"So much for paradise," Welkin said sarcastically.

Snape smirked at her, and she quickly regained a little of her previous enthusiasm.

"Strike that. Big deal that there's no bathroom... it's still gorgeous here! I guess having to take a shit or two in the woods is a small price to pay in exchange for four days alone with you in paradise," she said.

"With my extensive knowledge of flora, you are fortunate that I am here to advise you which leaves are safe for you to wipe with, my love... and, of course, as befits the image of the model husband that I am to you, I shall do my utmost to protect you from anything which might be slithering through them." Snape could not help goading her a little about roughing it.

"Asshole. I'm Slytherin too, you know—I'm no sissy girl. Whatever's slithering around out there better slither in the other direction if it interferes with me and mine. I'll hex the crap out of it." Welkin grinned at his prodding. "Let's go exploring a little, model husband. Maybe we'll find a magical outhouse close by."

Reclining on their bed with her head in Snape's lap, Welkin bit into another tasty fig and reached up to solicitously feed Severus the other half.

They had not found a magical outhouse on their exploration, but they had discovered fig trees, date palms, plantains, mangos, copious other flora, reptiles, and many colorful birds, including an ibis that sauntered past them with regal disregard on stilt legs as they were kissing by the waterfall.

The small waterfall spilling over an outcropping of rock and the beautiful little clear pool of water that accompanied it were the most exciting finds of the day to Welkin. Severus responded to her obvious enthusiasm for the location by lying with her on the soft grass of the bank and making love to her.

Afterwards, he had plucked a large white blossom from one of the nearby bushes and placed it in her hair, smiling to himself at the effect it created. Welkin fell into a drowsy nap with the sound of him murmuring in her ear. She was still wearing the flower he had adorned her with when they finally made their way back to the hut in late afternoon.

"After Voldemort is defeated, we can relax like this more often," Welkin quoted a familiar hoped for reality to him.

Severus stroked the bangs away from her forehead before responding. "Wells... you are aware that scenario may not be possible for some time. And now, with Albus so ill and his time so near... perhaps it is time that we revisit your plan to keep Sullivan safe," he said soberly.

"He's really that sick?" Welkin asked, looking distressed.

"His powers are fading," Snape said. "I notice it more because I am with him much more often than you."

"I didn't know... I mean... I did know, but I just didn't want to think about it too much. It's too upsetting. I love that crazy old wizard. It's awful to think that he might not be around Hogwarts, especially when he's needed now more than ever."

"Draco is definitely up to something, but I cannot convince him to confide in me," Snape said with frustration in his voice. "I fear that it may not be long before he makes another attempt on Albus's life."

"Can Draco really do it, do you think?"

"He does not have the fortitude to accomplish it, despite what he thinks or boasts. It is not in him to kill. In that, he is quite unlike Lucius. Lucius could do it with no such qualms and still sit down to tea as if he had only squashed a somewhat worrisome insect."

"But... if Draco can't, then..." Welkin sat up and looked at him fearfully.

"Then I must," Snape finished bitterly. "That is why you must be prepared to flee with Sullivan at any time if it becomes necessary."

"I'll flee with him... temporarily... until we can stash him away safely, but I'm not going anywhere without you," Welkin reiterated stubbornly, as she always did when Severus brought up the possibility that they might have to separate.

Welkin suddenly rolled off the bed and padded over to the carpetbag she had brought with them, as if something he had said had prompted it. When she retrieved a large bottle and two glasses, Snape understood.

"You brought that with you?"

"I can't believe I almost forgot about it. We haven't missed a dose of it since we first developed it, and it's important that we keep drinking it. I used a chilling charm on it. It doesn't taste as good at room temperature. It's sort of like Jager in that respect... the colder, the better."

She poured a small glass for each of them, put the stopper back in the bottle and returned it to the bag before walking over to hand him his glass.

He regarded it thoughtfully. "Why are you so determined that I continue drinking this, Welkin? Aside from your alleged 'clinical trial' period, I mean. We both know that it has been quite long enough to deduce that it does seem to have some beneficial effects in nearly all areas of health. However... some of the ingredients you insisted on including would lead me to believe that you have a particular emphasis in mind."

"What ingredients?" she asked disingenuously.

"Mistletoe for the base... bezoar... essence of rue... powdered moonstone... all of those ingredients are used as antidotes for poisons," Snape pointed out. "I ask you again... why do you insist that I drink this?"

"To help you build up immunity, that's why!"

Snape frowned. "Because of your dreams? You have told me how indistinct and unclear that they have been. Is a vague feeling of dread really enough to warrant such extreme measures? I can carry a bezoar with me to protect myself from poisoning and accomplish the same purpose with much less inconvenience, can I not?" he asked.

"I want you to carry a bezoar... just don't stop drinking the VitaPresul tonic. What if you forget the bezoar one day... lose it... or have it taken from you... or you’re poisoned and you just don't have time to take it? You have to keep drinking the tonic, Severus! Please keep your promise to me that you will," she pleaded.

Her happy mood had flip-flopped and she was suddenly on the verge of tears at the thought that he might abandon the nightly routine.

As delightful as her eruptions of passionate feeling could be at times, Welkin's explosive emotional reactions to things that happened in her dreams could be most disconcerting and inconvenient to Severus at other times. Like now, for instance, when his rational mind balked against accepting that skewed logic that the dreamers of such dreams believed in fervently. To her accepting nature, because she had seen it in her mind, it must be so.

"I saw you drinking it, Severus!" Welkin insisted again. "You promised me that you would drink it!"

To calm her concern and to forestall her from turning on the waterworks, Severus raised the glass of green tonic to his lips and drained it in several deep gulps. Regardless of his belief in the logic of it, she was right. He had promised her, and he would never willingly break an oath to her.

For the rest of their stay on the island, Welkin made an extra effort to ease Snape's anxiety over the future every way that she could think of. She fed him and fussed over him, massaged him and serenaded him, described their imagined bright future together with their someday-extended family in their someday-private home away from the daily annoyances that Hogwarts held for him.

She even managed to master her fear of heights, to an extent, and forced herself to levitate the short distance from the hut to the ground without using the rope ladder. Severus reinforced her willingness to ignore her fear by rewarding her with the verbal praise that he had discovered that both she and Sullivan responded well to whenever they were proud of a new skill—often proud to an extent that was completely out of proportion to the level of the actual accomplishment.

As always, Welkin joyfully shared her body and mind with him until even he was almost sated. By the third day, she was a mass of happy bruises, and he was in high hopes that she might have conceived, although he did not mention it.

The irony of their situation was not lost on Severus. The last thing that he wanted was to part from Welkin, yet if she was pregnant, it would increase the probability that she must leave if their situation became too dangerous for her to stay with him.

On the other hand, if something unforeseen parts us with... finality, despite my many promises to her not to let it, at least she shall have Sullivan and the baby to comfort her. His uncertainty about the right thing to do only increased the more that he thought about the conundrum, so he tried not to.

Between every other activity, Severus and Welkin calmly made their plans and discussed their options together. They were like generals planning a major military campaign. All contingencies had to be considered. No detail must be overlooked. Surprisingly, Welkin, who was notorious for her fly-by-the-seat-of-my-pants and everything's-going-to-work-out-okay attitudes, agreed completely with much more meticulous Severus about this. Their very survival was at stake. In as far as was possible, nothing must be left to chance.

With a well-defined game plan, they both regained a bit of confidence and were feeling cocky until the third night when the shadows inevitably fell again.

"You have not had such a vivid dream in quite some time," Snape said.

"You dreamed it too this time, didn't you? I could see it on your face when I described it," Welkin said. "Why did you have to wake me up before the end? I might have seen something useful to explain it better—something that might help us know what to avoid."

"You would have seen nothing. I awoke before you did, and I saw only what you did before I woke you," he responded.

What little of the vision that Welkin had seen was disturbing enough, but she would have been willing to endure seeing much worse if it would somehow help keep Severus safe.

Welkin had seen Severus lying in a heap on the dirty floor of a dismal, dark room. He was alone, and a pool of dark liquid that looked like water in the deep shadows surrounded him. Was it water? Or was it... something more sinister?

"Everything was so dark... I didn't recognize the room... did you?" Welkin asked him anxiously.

Snape drew her into his arms before he dared to reply. Yes, he had recognized the room. It was the place that James Potter had once warned him away from going. He felt Welkin trembling, even though the night air was warm. "It was... the Shrieking Shack," he whispered.

They hugged each other tightly in silence, each considering the ominous portent of the unwanted dream they had shared.

"Severus," Welkin said at last. "I want to go home." Even as she said it, she wondered where that was. Was it Hogwarts? Spinner's End? The Wizarding world? The Muggle world? Nowhere? Where is our future together taking us?

They had arrived together on this island paradise in light, hope and freedom—Albus Dumbledore's gift to them. They would leave in darkness, bound again by the chains of their own uncertain future.
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