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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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A Death in the Family

Albus pressures Severus and Welkin to assure him they will stick with his plan. Welkin flees Hogwarts with Sully when Severus keeps his promise to kill Albus. They deliver Sully to Welkin's brother for safekeeping, and Severus must be the one to console his son at their parting.

At least once a month, the Snape family escaped Hogwarts and spent a relatively quiet weekend at Spinner's End. Welkin had reasoned that it was not good for the house to stay empty for so many months of the year when it was easy enough for them to make the trip quickly and efficiently now that Sully was older.

Severus had no objections to the idea as long as Welkin did not expect him to bring along Persephone the goat every time. He agreed that the mini-vacations, as Welkin called them, afforded them more privacy as a family and gave him a little time away from the headaches that plagued him at Hogwarts. One of his main headaches was still Potter, and it was always a pleasure to forget about him for a while.

Another inducement for Snape was that it also meant that he could sample Welkin's cooking skills more often.

Sullivan gave another high-pitched squeal to demand his attention again, and Severus reminded himself that this was one of those comfortable, domestic weekends he was fortunate to be spending in the bosom of his family.

"Daddy, some!" Sully yelled as he generously held out the wooden spoon he was gnawing at for his father to sample. Sully was perched comfortably in Snape's lap with Severus steadying him with one hand around his stomach. Some pale yellowish globs of batter spattered the kitchen table and Severus as Sully shook the spoon insistently. "Daddy, some!"

"Daddy, Daddy, Daddy," Welkin mimicked as she used a tin to finish cutting rounded shapes from the dough she had flattened out on top of a light sprinkling of flour. "All I ever hear is Daddy. What about Mama? Mama is the one slaving over a hot stove to make you teacakes you little monkey.   Sometimes I wish you had your precious Daddy stuck up your little butt. Then maybe you'd get enough of him," she told Sully in a sweet voice to disguise her annoyance.

"I reserve that particular honor only for his mother, who has a much more accommodating and delightful arse," Snape told her, amused by her show of pique over Sullivan's favoring of him. "Like our son, I find that she can never quite get enough of me either."

Snape retrieved the spoon from Sully and licked it once to placate him. Sully grinned up at him and scrambled down off his lap. He toddled away into the sitting room on a mission.

"And what shall I lick for you, Mama?" Severus asked cheekily as Welkin returned from putting the teacakes into the oven. He pulled her into the lap that Sully had recently vacated.

"I'll show you later after Sully's asleep," she promised. "You've tasted it before, but it's still a pretty good vintage. In the meantime, how about a little snack? There's some bacon left over from breakfast. I could make us a sandwich."

"You are always thrusting food upon me, Wells. I have gained at least a stone since we began these weekend sojourns," he complained.

"It's all muscle, sweetie," she told him, "and it's in all the right places." She leaned in to kiss him as she ran her hand down his chest, over his stomach, and continued slowly towards her ultimate destination.

"Daddy! Daddy!" Sully ran back to them carrying one of his favorite books. "Daddy! Read, Sully!"

"And you say you want more children," Welkin sighed. "At this rate, with this many interruptions, it's never gonna happen."

She started to rise to give Sully his seat of honor back. "We'll try again later after story hour."

"Mama, no!" Sully said as he tried to pull himself into her lap.

"I guess he wants us both to have story hour. Nice of him to share you with me." Welkin laughed and pulled Sully up into a more comfortable position. She leaned her head back against Snape's chest and sighed. "I just hope it's not that damn Annabelle the Awful Animagus again."

"I believe that we all have that particularly obnoxious tome committed to memory by now. The author should be Crucioed to within an inch of sanity for his crimes against the wizarding literary world in creating that ridiculous monstrosity," Snape blustered. "It is completely unrealistic, and the words do not rhyme properly."

"I think basic lack of realism is kind of the norm with children's literature, Sevvy," Welkin pointed out. "But you're right... the rhyming stinks. I have no idea why Sully likes it so much. Maybe Minerva has him brainwashed."

"Maaaagus!" Sully shouted happily, and Welkin cursed softly as Severus opened the slender book Sully had thrust into his hands to an animated picture of the equally happy but despised Annabelle. He began to read dutifully in a low growl.

Annabelle Ditwiller, who was only two,

Rarely would do what they asked her to.

She would shilly-shally and preen and pout,

Till their faces were red, and they would shout,

Annabelle Ditwiller, don't you dare,

Turn yourself into a purple hare!

Mind your elders and eat your haggis,

You awful ickle Animagus...

"Are you certain that you would not wish your mother to finish this abysmal epic for you, Sullivan?" Severus asked hopefully.

"No!" Sully said stubbornly. He shook his head firmly from side to side. "Daddy, read."

Welkin snorted and chuckled. "You know... I think I'm beginning to see some of the advantages of not being his favorite parent."

A cold rain arrived with the first day of May 1997. It brought with it a chill that rudely invaded the body of Albus Dumbledore, who felt it in every suddenly aching bone in his body. Every movement was an effort, and as the days of the month ticked away, he found himself calling on Snape more and more often for assistance in combating the relentless progress of his debilitating condition.

"Thank you, Severus," Albus said a bit more humbly than usual after one such occasion. "I could do this myself, but my lack of dexterity makes it a much more lengthy task than I have time for at present. I have another appointment quite soon," he explained.

Snape finished massaging the thick blue paste into Dumbledore's withered hand and spoke a quiet incantation. It would only start to numb the area ten minutes after application, and Severus knew how painful the application process must be, but Albus endured the procedure with impressive stoicism except for one involuntary wince he gave towards the end.

Snape did not acknowledge his thanks. He rose to place the tin of ointment carefully on a shelf behind his mentor and master of many years.

"The pain should not return until the even. When you feel the joints of your fingers begin to stiffen, you may reapply at that time. If there is nothing else..." Snape nodded and made as if to leave.

"Please, Severus, be seated. I wish to speak with you before Harry... before my appointment arrives." Albus caught himself a little too late.

Snape pursed his lips in annoyance. Potter... always his precious, sacrificial Potter," he thought with disgust. He replaced the chair on the other side of the desk with a wave of his hand and reluctantly reseated himself.

Albus noted the look of disgust on Snape's face at the mention of Harry's name. After all this time, could he still blame the boy for the offenses of his father? Plainly, he could.

"Bed... now!" Snape growled as he swept through the door like a dark-eyed demon. A strained expression was on his face.

"Now? I thought we were going to lunch?" Welkin said with surprise as he threw her on their bed and pinned her to the mattress with his hard body. He pulled her panties down abruptly and began to finger her.

"Well, okay... okay... slow down just a little bit, Severus. I'm not complaining much about the change in plans," she assured him, "but what do I owe this unexpected pleasure to this time? Did Albus piss you off again?" she asked. "God bless him for that," she added with a good-natured laugh.

The last time Severus had been this anxious for sex in the middle of the day was two weeks ago after an extended conference with Dumbledore about Harry Potter. That nearly always intensified his need for angry, explosive sex to help release his emotions and then reel them back to a manageable level of control.

“Yeeessss,” he hissed impatiently. "Be quiet and spread yourself," he demanded. "I do not wish to hear anything issue from between your lips in the next minutes except moans and the appropriate profanities. Do you understand, my wife?"

"Yes, sir, husband, sir!" she answered him clearly. She was free to object and decline to cooperate when Severus was this abrupt with her, but she was not particularly interested in trying to make a point about her independence now.

She did not realize that he intended to use his wand on her until she felt the point of it against her clitoris and he spoke the incantation. Her clit and surrounding vulva twitched and tingled as if struck by a jolt of electricity. She felt a gush of slippery fluid forced out of her as the stimulation triggered an immediate strong orgasm. "Oh, fuck!" she shouted, writhing against the bed. He pressed her down on the bed with one hand on her stomach and applied his wand a second time to her sensitive fleshy nub, waiting for her first orgasm to subside.

"I can see how much you like that by the way you squirm about. Stop whimpering now and tell me what I already know... that you want more," he instructed. His eyes narrowed to mere slits and his deep voice was a little raspy. She knew without being able to see it that he must have unzipped his trousers and was fingering himself as he instructed her in what to say.

"Yes, please... I want more, sir. Please, do it again. I want to come again," she told him. It was not role-play this time. It was the truth. She so much wanted to feel that lovely scorpion's sting again.

"Inside this time, I think," he growled. Snape moved the wand from its resting point and inserted the tip of it several inches inside her. He calmly spoke the incantation again. This time it felt as if her head was exploding when she came. She convulsed and arched off the bed despite his best efforts to pin her down. "Son-of-a-bitch!" she shouted. "Oh, nooooo... Stop! Stop!"

Snape withdrew the wand, at last a little hesitant with her. "You wish me to stop?"

Welkin grasped his erection quickly and began massaging it firmly. "Does this feel like I want you to stop?" she asked. "Don't be stupid."

"I instructed you that I did not wish you to speak," he repeated quietly.

"Am I supposed to take that seriously?" she asked. "You don't really know what you want from me half the time until I give it to you." As she was speaking, she moved the tip of his cock between her legs and inserted it inside herself.

Snape had just leaned closer and smiled a bit lecherously at her when a sizzling sound came from the fireplace and the short golden flames became taller and burned with a bluer heart.

"Welkin," a familiar voice issued from the midst of the usually soothing flames. "Please report to my office if you will... immediately."

“Drat that man! He is not satisfied with goading me with his infernal questions. Now, he wishes to harass you as well!" Snape exploded. He pulled away from her in frustration.

"Goading you with questions? Why? About what?" Welkin asked. She sat up looking puzzled.

"Though I have assured him many times, he wished to confirm my resolve to follow through with the things that I have pledged to do to bring his campaign against the Dark Lord to fruition," Snape said.

"Why would he think you might do otherwise? You always keep your word," Welkin said.

"Perhaps he does not share your confidence in me!" Snape spat out the words bitterly. "Perhaps he thinks that I might have thought better of it... now that I have you and Sullivan to consider."

"Then, he doesn't really know you as well as he should, does he?" Welkin said quietly. She placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"Perhaps I should prove him right and abandon this madness," he said. There was a small tremor in his voice.

"But that's not who you are, is it?" Welkin responded.

"Albus is waiting," he replied, ignoring her question.

"Let him wait a little. You're more important to me," Welkin said seriously.

She grasped his hand, and he felt her love radiate through him like a warm caress.

"Instead of asking me to influence him on your behalf, you should be trying to help him get through this without either dying or destroying himself emotionally," Welkin told Dumbledore. "Can't you see how it's tearing him apart to have to do this to you? You're the one who brought me here to be a support to him, and that's exactly what I intend to do. I'm going to support him in whatever he has to do for you... or against you, if needs be."

"Against me? How can it be against me if I have requested it of him? Do not misunderstand me, Welkin. I want only the best outcome for you and Severus. However, he must not allow his own feelings and desires to interfere with the plan we have agreed upon, regardless of the personal consequences. It is imperative that he play his part to the end. So much hinges on this, and only he can do what must be done. You must be strong enough to support him in this, even if the outcome is not what we would hope," Dumbledore said.

"You sound like you're not expecting this plan of yours to work," Welkin told him. "Must you make it sound so grim?"

"I do not mean it to sound grim, but I do mean to impress upon you how crucial it is that he stay the course. I think you already know that your influence on Severus and his actions is considerable. I ask only that you not use it rashly, emotionally, and selfishly.”

Albus watched as Welkin rubbed the back of her left hand and her wrist in an absentminded and nervous way. A thoughtful frown creased her brow, and then anger flashed across her expressive features.

"What if I don’t want to be as damn noble as Severus? What if all I want to be is completely selfish? I want a live husband—not a dead hero! All I really want is for Severus, Sully and me to be alive and happy together. We deserve that! What if I don’t give a flying fuck about anybody else?” Welkin asked defiantly.

“Then I would suppose that I have made a serious error in my estimation of your character as well as in my selection of you to be paired with Severus,” Albus replied. “But I do not think that I have. You do care about the fate of others more than you sometimes wish to admit. From the very beginning, I saw the toughness and the fighter in you as well as the capacity for great tenderness. You will have ample need of both of those qualities before the battle ends. I know that you will fight for Severus because you love him and wish to keep him alive... and in doing so, you will fight for us all. After he does what must be done, and I am no longer able to help him, I trust that you will. I trust you, and I trust Severus to do what is right.”

Welkin saw Albus wince in pain as he leaned back in his chair, and his obviously weakened condition distracted her from their argument.

“Are you okay?” she asked, rising from her seat to move to him and place a comforting hand on his shoulder. “Do you need me to call Severus?”

“No, I have no need of him... at present,” Albus said. It would have sounded cryptic except that Welkin knew exactly what he meant. He referred to the awful moment when he would ask Severus to end his life. There was no way around it. Not even she, the eternal optimist, could see one.

“He loves you, you know,” Welkin said, looking into those clear blue eyes. They were the eyes of a younger man looking back at her from the old wizard’s drawn face.

“I have come to realize over the years that Severus does indeed have a greater capacity for love than I had initially thought,” Albus agreed. “Although he might be loath to admit it publicly, I am pleased to know that he has more regard for me in that respect than I perhaps deserve. I count his ability to love as his greatest strength. So, you see... as I perceived in the beginning, you are each perfectly suited to the other in that respect.”

“That's one thing you don’t need to convince me of,” Welkin said. “But you do need to convince me that you love Severus enough to fight for him too. Help him, Albus... please... while you still can.”

Albus drew a deep breath that sounded like a labored sigh.

"There will always be help given at Hogwarts to those who ask," he finally responded.

This time it really was a cryptic statement—one that Welkin knew by his expression that he would not expand on. It still gave her hope that Albus might be holding some cards close to his chest—cards that would be played when they were needed.

"Severus loves you," Welkin said again. "I love you too... and you'll always be a part of our family," she told him, no longer able to withhold that comfort from a dying man.

"Always," he repeated. "Whether I deserve it or not," Albus said. He smiled at her through his pain. He had heard Severus use that word with quite dramatic effect once. How can one word convey so much meaning? he marveled.

Panic and confusion reigned in the hallways of Hogwarts. Adults herded frightened students in their night garb back and forth as sporadic shouts of "Death Eaters!" and "Death Eaters in Hogwarts!" sounded.

Welkin clutched Sully to herself and hurried up the stairs from the dungeons. At the top of the steps, she burst into a fast moving swirl of panicked bodies knowing how strange it must look that they were both fully dressed in traveling clothes at this hour of the night.

Severus had already fled, and she pushed her way through the entry towards the front doors with single-minded purpose. Out into the night and across the grass she sped. She hurried faster as a growing number of people gathered in shock around the crumpled body of Albus Dumbledore lying on the ground beneath the Astronomy Tower.

Welkin ran past them quickly without stopping to look at the gut-wrenching sight. She headed straight for the Whomping Willow tree as Severus had instructed. When she reached it, relatively secure in the knowledge that no one would be watching, she used a branch to press into the knot at the foot of the tree to gain access to the secret passageway.

Severus would be waiting for her in the Shrieking Shack, the place she now feared the most because of those awful dreams. No use to worry about that now. You have to stick to the plan, she advised herself sternly. She slid down into the dark, musky, earthen passageway with Sully as soon as the branches stopped waving at her menacingly. She lit the tip of her wand for light and continued running.

The knock on the door startled him a little, even though he had been expecting it. "Be very quiet," he cautioned to the fair-haired boy seated on the floor beside his chair. The boy paused with his blue crayon poised above the page of his coloring book and his eyes went wide, but he obediently said nothing. He merely sat and watched as his father stood and walked across the carpet lightly to peer into the peephole in the door.

Exhaling a sound of relief, Glenn unlocked and threw open the hotel room door. He drew the couple inside, securing the door locks again.

"Wells! I was beginning to worry. It's been two days since we got to London, and I hadn't heard from you since you emailed me the day before that asking me to come. Thank God you're all alright."

"The authorities were a bit more difficult to elude than we anticipated," Severus admitted. "For that reason, it is imperative that we conclude our business here as quickly as possible." He had been looking about the room as he spoke, and his questioning gaze fell on the boy sitting cross-legged on the floor.

"Marie thought it would be easier for Sully to leave with me if I brought Donovan along to keep him company on the trip," Glenn explained.

Welkin set Sully down on his feet and knelt beside him. "Look, Sully. It's your cousin. You'll have Donnie to play with while you're away. Won't that be fun?"

Donnie, who was several years older than Sully, got to his feet and approached them cautiously. He was keeping a suspicious eye on the tall, dark, scowling man with his Aunt Welkin.

"Sully go way?" Sully asked Welkin.

"Yes... only for a while... remember? We talked about it the night we left the castle. It's just for a while, not forever, and then we'll come get you again," Welkin told him.

Sully gestured towards Severus. "Daddy come?"

"No, Sully. Daddy and Mama can't come with you. Uncle Glenn and Aunt Marie are going to take care of you for a while in America... just like Auntie Vi does when we're at home, except it'll be for a longer time. Snake will come with you, and you'll have a new friend to play with. Cousin Donnie will be there. You're going to have so much fun!"

Welkin was trying to make it sound like a great fun-filled adventure and was almost succeeding. Sully was eyeing Cousin Donnie speculatively.

"Daddy come?" Sully asked again.

Welkin tried to ignore the fact that he was not quite as insistent about having her along. "No, sweetie, I told you. Daddy and Mama have to stay here to help... take care of some things. We'll come to get you as soon as we can. Okay, Sully?"

Glenn tried to take Sully by the hand, and he pulled away sharply. "No! No! Daddy come! Daddy come!" He ran towards Severus and grasped him by the leg as big, glistening tears slid down his cheeks and he continued to wail. "Daddy come! Daddy... Daddy!"

Welkin looked at Severus helplessly, trying not to cry herself. Sully should not see them upset. It would only confuse and distress him more.

Severus bent and firmly but gently loosened Sully's grasp from his leg. He picked him up carefully and turned away from them with him, but not before Welkin saw the telltale twitch of the vein in his forehead that let her know how very difficult this was for him too.

"Sullivan," Severus said to him quietly but firmly. "You must not cry. You must be brave. I will come for you when I am able—I promise you that—but you must be brave and endure what must be endured for your own protection, my son."

Sully snuffled loudly as Severus held him and continued to reassure him. Welkin stood by feeling utterly helpless. He's just a baby. How can we expect him to understand? Welkin thought as her heart ached for him.

Even if he could not quite understand, Severus's soothing voice seemed to do the trick after a time, and Sully calmed down enough that Severus felt able to set him down again.

To Welkin's relief, Donnie stepped forward decisively and took his cousin by the hand. "Come on, Sully. You can come and color with me. You can use any of my colors that you want. Would you like that?"

Surprisingly, Sully actually let himself be led away by the older boy, and he settled down on the floor of the hotel room with him.

"You understand that by shielding Sullivan you may be putting your own family in grave danger?" Snape asked Glenn bluntly. His dark eyes bored into Glenn's, searching for any hesitancy or lack of resolve on his part.

"Sully is part of our own family... so is Wells... and so are you now." Glenn shrugged. "Marie and I both agreed that the best thing to do would be to pull up stakes and leave Dallas until all this mess blows over."

Severus looked surprised. Are they really willing to go to such lengths to protect Sullivan? He was thankful if they were. Relinquishing Sullivan to them was harder for him than it might appear on the surface.

"That may not be enough if the Dark Lord decides to search for him," Snape told him.

"Don't you worry, Severus. If there's anything the Cooper clan knows how to do it's disappear. We've had a lot of practice. We've been doing it for centuries." Glenn grinned at him as Welkin hooked an affectionate arm around her brother's waist. "We'll keep in touch like you asked. If there's any trouble, you and Wells will be the first to know about it. We'll take good care of him for you."

"That's for certain," Welkin agreed. "He'll be safer with Glenn than with anyone, Severus. I wouldn't let him go if I didn't think so."

Severus looked at her oddly, and there was a long pause before he spoke again.

"If that is the case, then... you must go with them, my love," he told her softly. "I have decided that it is what I wish. You must be safe as well. I will not have you sacrifice yourself for my own selfish concerns."

Welkin detached herself from Glenn abruptly and returned to Severus's side. "No way am I leaving you. No... fucking... way," she said firmly. She wrapped her arm tightly around his. "And don't you try to convince me either," she told Glenn before he could align himself with Severus against her.

"I know better, Wells," he assured her. "You'd better just give it up, Sour Cat," he told Severus with a good-natured chuckle. "She always has been as hard-headed as a mule once she's made up her mind about something."

"Don't let Sully forget us, Glenn," Welkin begged wistfully.

"No... fucking... way," Glenn echoed her words.
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