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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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Chapter 71
The Shape of Terrible Things to Come
“I really admire the way you handled that little incident with the sword,” Welkin told Severus as he perused her personal journal. It had become a weekly ritual of his, now that she no longer objected.
“I see that you thought it significant enough to write about,” he noted. "Although you did not agree with my decision to put it into the water," he grumped. "Surely, the Almighty Chosen One can deal with a little head cold if he is mighty enough to defeat Voldemort," Snape reasoned sarcastically.
She could have pointed out to him that Harry might have died prematurely, but Welkin wisely ignored the deliberate provocation in favor of truthfully stroking Snape's ego.
“I think almost everything you do is significant, and I like to give you credit for it… for posterity.” Welkin’s voice softened a bit and she leaned towards him to deliver the kicker. “Especially if… you’re doing it to me.”
“Our posterity seemed less than impressed with me, when last we spoke,” Snape said glumly. The slight slump in his shoulders as he recalled the last time they visited with Sully via Glenn and Marie’s internet connection was not lost on Welkin, and her words came out in a rush as she quickly reassured him.
“Sully didn’t mean what he said, Severus. You know he didn’t. He adores his Daddy almost as much as I do, and he knows you’d never break a promise to him. No matter what he said. He just hates not being able to be with you now. He probably thinks if he throws a tantrum you’ll give in and come get him right away, that’s all.”
Welkin’s face betrayed her own doubts about her biased analysis of Sully’s tantrum for just a moment before she brightened again. “Man… did you see Glenn’s face when the computer monitor shattered? He’s seen Sully’s temper before, but never quite so… explosively.” She grinned expansively. “We should pay him for the monitor, of course.”
She rose to wrap her arms around the source of Sully’s precociously destructive magical outburst. “Is that normal… what he did? I mean… for such a little boy.”
“Normal? Sullivan is precociously talented and destined to be a great Wizard. As you once said, normal is not necessarily a desirable condition. You and I do not produce simpletons, Welkin. Although he does appear to be a bit too fanciful. 'DumPa Abbus' wishes to give us a fox? And who is this Arty Myst person he is suddenly so verbose about?”
“You thought it was funny too when he started calling Albus ‘DumPa’ instead of Grandpa,” Welkin said. "Albus would have loved that Sully remembers him so well and thinks of him that way, even if he does kind of butcher his name. Glenn says ‘Arty Myst’ is an imaginary magical friend he’s started talking about lately. That’s not unusual for his age. He loves Donnie, but Donnie isn’t like him. Not in some important ways. ”
Welkin hesitated an instant, then plowed ahead. “You remember what that’s like. Not to have anybody like you to talk to. I know I do.”
Severus was quiet for long moments. Welkin knew he was thinking about his friendship with Lily. "Yes... I do know what that is like," he finally acknowledged quietly.
"When this is all over, he'll be back with us again, and we can make it up to him. I hope it's soon. A boy needs his Daddy," Welkin repeated her litany, as she always did. She grasped Snape's hands tightly and kissed him.
"A boy needs his mother too," Snape added, as he always did.
Welkin's bracelet suddenly began to flash green.
"It's Glenn! Something must be wrong with Sully, Severus!"

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Hermione hastily stuffed as much food as she could carry into her bag along with the medicine needed to tend to Harry and Ron. Retrieving the Sword of Gryffindor from icy waters had been life threatening. It was lucky one or both of them weren’t killed. Harry might have been, if not for Ron. What fool had put the sword into the cold water instead of in their tent. She wished she knew.
She made a mental note to repay what she had taken from the shop after the war. She needed to get back to camp to Harry and Ron as soon as possible. They both tended to do stupid, risky things without her around. Things like she was doing now, apparating into the midst of Death Eater territory to get needed supplies. If she had told them, neither would have let her do it alone.
"Got everything you need, Gryff?" a familiar voice suddenly asked.
Hermione whirled to face him in panic of who else might be with him. "Julien!"
Noticing her eyes darting around him, he displayed his empty hands to her, his wand still tucked into the belt of his cloak.
"The others are right behind me, I'm afraid. Voldemort has made it much too easy to trace you and the others when you get into range. You shouldn't have come." He took in her pale and thin appearance. "I can see by looking at you how necessary it was, though. Get what you need and go quickly. I'll tell the others you were already gone."
"Julien," she repeated softly. "I didn't think I'd ever see you again."
"I could say the same. I'm glad I was wrong. I've wanted to see you. I've thought and dreamed of little else," he admitted. "I should not have spoken to you the way I did. I thought it was for your own good. Not because I wanted to."
"Julien," she said a third time, as if repeating a charm. "I still love you, but..."
"... You have to go back to them," he finished for her. "Just as I have to do what I must. Don't think badly of me."
"Never," she assured him, and stepped closer to be taken into his longed for embrace. As they shared what might prove to be their last kiss, there was a chorus of popping sounds and Julien's four Death Eater companions materialized around them in the darkened room.
"Started on the Mudblood without us?" Mulciber spoke for the others. "The Dark Lord wants her alive, but I doubt he'll care in what condition. She should be fun for us for a few hours under an Imperious Curse, don't you think?"
"I get her second," Selwyn staked his claim. "Without the curse. I want some resistance left in her. She'll remember it longer." The looks on their faces, and Selwyn's words, disgusted and infuriated Julien.

Julien drew his wand. "Go!" he yelled to Hermione, as he stepped forward to block their aim.
She caught a glimpse of the others closing ominously around Julien as she took the opening he gave her and dissolved in Disapparation.

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Sully was waving his hands and arms in the air excitedly as he described what he'd seen.
For once, Severus ignored his son's confused tenses and focused strictly on what Sully was saying. It was not a particularly comforting narrative. Indeed, if Sullivan had inherited his mother's abilities, it was an unsettling vision of things to come.
"Mama was black. She flyed up! Mama was white. She falled down! Daddy was red. He won't wake up! Try HARDER, Daddy! I wanna go home, Unka Glenn. I gotta help my Daddy wake up!." He began to cry in obvious distress.
"I'm sorry. When I couldn't stop him from crying, I didn't know what else to do but call you," Glenn said. He tried to hand him his beloved Snake toy, but Sully would have none of it and firmly pushed it away from him.
Glenn held him against his chest and tried again to calm him down. "Your Mama will help your Daddy. You need to stay here for now, little man. Your Daddy's okay. Nothing is going to hurt him."
"I want to help Mama and Arty Myst wake my Daddy up! I want to go home! My Daddy NEEDS me, Unka Glenn."
"It was just a bad ole dream, baby!" Welkin told him. If only she could crawl through the computer screen and hold him close to her. "Mama won't let anything happen to your Daddy. He's right here. See?"
"You hided things in the burned place. The bad man had you in a big house. He hurt my Daddy! Snake is BAD, Daddy! GO AWAY! Bad people flyed after you, Mama. You falled down a long way! You had red on you, and Daddy was all red. You can't get him to wake up! You were crying too!"
"Sullivan. Listen to me," Severus told him. His calm, commanding voice stopped Sully's spasmodic crying like magic as he obediently turned his attention to his father.
"You have helped already, by telling us your dream. Your mother and I will be even more careful now. Nothing will happen to either of us. However, you must stay with your Uncle Glenn without complaint until we come to get you. Will you do that?"
Sully looked solemn, his black eyes shiny with his tears. "I guess I can, my Daddy." Reluctant to give up so easily, he tried to bargain. "If I don't cry, can I come home now?"
"No, you can not."
"Soon, baby. soon," Welkin added, wanting to soften his father's bluntness.
Welkin really wanted more details of his dream, but was afraid to ask him questions. It might just cause him to dwell more on his fears. God knows it was causing her to. Severus was shaken too. She could tell. He was just the only one of them able to disguise it, that's all.

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"You risked your life for this food," Ron said. "At least eat a little something."
"Maybe a little later. I'm not hungry right now," Hermione said, sounding much too apathetic to Harry.
"You should have told us," Harry said. "We would have gone with you."
"Three of us would have been a bigger target," Hermione shrugged, telling him what he already knew. She had argued long and hard with him already about his planned return to Hogwarts to hunt for Horcruxes. She thought they needed a strategy. As usual, Harry was willing to fly by the seat of his pants without one.
"You didn't have any problems by yourself?" Ron asked.
"None worth mentioning," she lied.
"Regardless, don't do it again, woman," Ron teased. When she didn't rise to the bait, he really began to worry.
"You dropped something," he said, bending to pick up the antique silver necklace that had fallen out of the pocket of her cloak as she was hanging it up. "What's this? It looks old."
Hermione snatched it from him. "Just a family heirloom. Nothing of interest to you."
"With a B on it?"
"I'm not about to start explaining my family genealogy to you this late in the evening. I'm going to bed." She retreated to her makeshift bed behind the privacy curtain and sat on the edge of her bed to examine the necklace closer. Julien must have slipped it into her pocket when they were kissing.
As she slid one finger over the ornate initial, B for Bell, the secret latch sprang open. It was a locket. Inside was a moving picture of Julien. As she stared, miniature Julien mouthed the words "I love you" at her.

She smiled at him and whispered "I love you too" before she began to quietly cry.

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"You will have everything arranged for the ceremony by the appointed date?" Voldermort asked.
"Yes, My Lord. The eclipse will be August 22nd of this year. All will be prepared," the old Wizard assured him.
"Then it is time to secure my illustrious consort in advance of the day of our joining. I will make an announcement shortly after Beltane to the Wizarding World at large following Harry Potter's return to Hogwarts and his capture and destruction when we are alerted," Voldemort said.
"What if Potter does not come to Hogwarts, as you expect he will," Yaxley speculated.
"You question my sources, Yaxley?" Voldemort sounded insulted.
"No, My Lord. Of course not," Yaxley diplomatically relented that line of questioning.
"Potter and his friends will be there. But they'll find something other than what they came there to seek," Voldemort said.
"What if Snape is reluctant to hand over his wife?" Yaxley conjectured.
"Impossible!" Voldemort chortled. "Besides, it's not as if he has a choice. Perhaps Severus has at last outlived his usefulness to me. After all, what good is a spy once Harry Potter is dead and my rule is assured?"
"Secure the woman when Hogwarts is invaded. Bring her to Malfoy Manor unharmed. She can be our guest until I have need of her," he told Yaxley. "Say nothing to Snape. I have something else I need to discuss with him. Perhaps I'll deal with two potential problems at the same time, the Elder Wand and the woman's misplaced loyalty to Snape."
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