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Mourning's Doves	By : Remarkable Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 22885 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I own nothing pertaining to the Harry Potter series or its affiliates and make no money from the publication of this fic. Damn, huh?

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I didn't want to keep you guys waiting. I know the last chapter was sad and disheartening, so without further ado, the ending. I know this could have been explored a hell of a lot more, but this is what my muse decided on, especially with all the other things I am working on and beta'ing for. It needed to be gotten out, and it is finished. Complete-o Finito. Special thanks and love to LittleLotte for your dedicated reviews!

Chapter 8

It was Lucius Malfoy who finally paid a visit to the place he considered a hovel. It really was nice, charmed little home set back a ways in the countryside with few neighbors. By Malfoy standards, it was a deplorable little hut, more of a dressed up shack really. Still, his best friend of thirty years and the man's mate loved it, so he stood by and grit his teeth when he was forced to call.

Severus hadn't made his monthly delivery of Lucius' personal health regimen of potions. If he didn't get them, he suffered greatly from long-term effects of the Cruciatus, barely more than a gibbering wreck. He NEEDED those potions to function.

As soon as he felt the wards shift to accept him, his eyes adjusted to the large, rocky grave site in the front yard.

How garish! A fresh bouquet of flowers was laid atop it and the epitaph taunted him with “Here Lies Remus Lupin, Mate, Lover, Friend and Father.”

Father? What the bloody fuck was going on?

Lupin was dead?

His mind reeled and he raced up the stairs, his expensive cloak snagging on a loose nail and tearing. He didn't notice. In his panic he didn't notice, either, the two figures kneeling on the opposite side of the grave, huddled together in on themselves.

He pounded on the door disgracefully, thudding and shouting until an irritated baritone snapped from behind him, “Would you quit trying to huff and puff and blow my bloody house down? We're sitting right here.”

Lucius yelped and spun, out of his element momentarily. Seeing the two figures staring almost right through him made his skin crawl. Who in sodding hell was the woman? She looked vaguely familiar.

“Lupin's dead?” he gawked, gesturing uselessly. Lucius winced, fully aware of his disgraceful faux paux.

“Obviously,” Severus drawled, his eyes tinged yellow and red-rimmed from -could he have been crying? “Obviously,” Severus drawled again, catching Lucius mid-stare.

The blond aristocrat drew himself up a bit shakily. “I've come for my monthly potions. Do you have them ready?”

Snape stared at him steadily, holding the young woman close to his side. Dammit, where did he know her from?

“Of course I don't have them ready! Do you think I'd be in my lab, happily stirring away for your preening amusement while my mate and mentor is fucking DEAD?”

Lucius took a step back, not wanting to incite the wrath of the obviously unstable lycan.

Instead of taking the irritable wizard to task he shook his head, holding up his hands placating. “Of course not. Forgive me. But I do need them, and not for preening, as you are well aware.”

A tight, thin-lipped nod was all he got in response.

Lucius took a deep breath and continued on thin ice. “My Manor and all of my wealth is at your disposal, for whatever you may need. Yes, it is a selfish offer but I am in desperate need of your services. If I can make you at all more comfortable during your time of grieving, whatever I have – is yours.”

Snape hissed, his teeth gleaming and crooked in the late morning light. “Get out!” he hissed, advancing on Lucius who wheeled back in alarm, drawing his wand.

“No, Severus, you mustn’t!” the witch trilled, finally breaking her silence like a porcelain doll from off a shelf. She looked ready to break in half, her hair vibrant and curling, an unearthly glow to her skin even as her own yellow, brown and red-rimmed eyes bored a hole through his head.

“We need him.”

Snape whirled on the girl but she didn't flinch. “We do NOT need his patronizing dribble!”

“He's not patronizing, you great bat!” she challenged, chin coming up quickly. “He's offering you help, and you're too fucking stubborn to take it. Well, I am going to make the decision for you. I refuse to live here any longer and watch you slowly die. If you are going to stay, fine, but I have more than one life to worry about now!”

Her lips were quivering and fresh tears started to track down her face. Snape rushed into her arms, holding her tenderly and shushing her as she sobbed. “No, no my dear, no please don't cry. I promise not to follow in his footsteps. Never, no never, mia, never never.”

“Who – are – you?” Lucius inquired, squinting his eyes as if that would trigger the memory.

The woman looked up at him and smiled through her pain. “Why, don't you know?” She chuckled, laughing in a way that had the hairs on his neck and arms standing on end.

“No, I do not,” he responded carefully.

“I am the one and only, Mudblood, Hermione Granger,” and she grinned, her eyeteeth prominent even in early pregnancy.

Lucius fainted dead away.

It was the first time Severus had laughed in weeks.

Inside of three days everything had been transferred from the house to the Manor. Hermione's wolf decided it liked it there and that it was a good place to raise lots of cubs. She also decided that she was the new Alpha queen, and made this known to Severus when he was rude to her, refusing him sexual release and he proving he was unable to force her. One bite from her strengthened jaw and elongated canines had him gasping for breath, helpless on the floor in submission.

No book had ever covered that eventuality but Severus found he enjoyed being dominated by her, as long as he got to pretend to be in control once in awhile.

Lucius made good on his offer, obviously extremely lonely now that all of his family was dead to him (during the war) and he'd alienated many. He spent long hours talking with Hermione in his library, no evidence of the old blood prejudices evident. Time and shock had washed away the old. The library and lab from their old abode was easily accommodated by the sprawling Manor's copious wings.

Hermione, or rather, Sheelah, had other plans for their unexpected benefactor.

Severus, or rather, Scar, was extremely jealous. He could see what she was doing; enticing Lucius with her subtle scenting, leading him by the nose around his own home. She wanted him as another mate and provider.

The day Charlie Weasley, turned by his brother Bill in a fit of madness before killing him in self defense, showed up at the Manor, Severus lost it.

He confronted her, lock stock and wand out for battle. She was now big with the children she carried but did so gracefully.

“What in blue blazes is going on? Are you deliberately trying to drive me mad? You know how I feel about you!”

“You need to get over it. Your scent is terrible. I don't even want to mate with you, the way you've been acting.”

Severus trembled in rage, obediently going to his knees when she flicked her fingers at him but still holding his wand on her. “Please, don't do this to me,” he begged, losing it, dropping the ebony wood with a dull clatter. He fell at her feet and groveled. “Please don't abandon me, please do not make me the puppet of other wolves. I couldn't bear to be another's whipping boy again.”

She gathered him in her glowing arms, providing warmth and comfort for his shattered soul, barely healing with self-castigation from Remus' death.

“I would never do that to you. Why won't you trust me? The others will strengthen our pack. Lucius will provide for us. I've already spoken with him and he is wary, but willing. I've been exploring my powers and there is so much you don't know. We need to convene a meeting. Do you remember, that night Remus made love to you? Do you recall what he told you about the circle of life?”

Severus' breath caught, the memories flooding him like a tidal wave. He nodded despondently against her, buoyed momentarily by the love shared with is former Alpha, still stricken with a paralyzing fear that he'd have no place in her heart if more wolves were brought on board.

“Will there be anyone else?” he whispered desperately, holding his head tightly against her bosom like a lost little boy.

“No, only those two I've chosen. I need them to work, to keep up a semblance of normalcy. You and I shall raise the cubs, home school them and do research. You shall see. It will be the peace you've always longed for. I will bear them each one cub, but any others I carry will be yours, my darling, darling Severus.”

“Promise me, promise me,” he whispered over and over.

With wide eyes he knelt before her, laying his palms upright as she placed hers palm down on them.

“I solemnly swear that Severus Snape is my number one, my true love and seed, protector and mate, first in all things that touch our lives, so mote it be.”

He cried with joy, his wolf dancing in glee as the magic swirled around them and zoomed straight into his chest.

He was on her in an instant and she allowed him the frantic mating to seal the deal.

Damn, he was hot.

Sheelah took Lucius as a mate in her ninth month of pregnancy. He was extremely nervous, like a skittish colt submitting to being shod for the first time. He also screamed like a little girl when he was bitten and promptly came in his pants.

The other two had pissed themselves laughing.

Even though Lucius was weak after his turning, he was in magnificent physical shape and transformed quickly, taking advantage of his heightened awareness to smell and fuck his new mate until he was limp with pleasure.

Hermione was extremely satisfied as well, as Charlie was no slouch, either.

Lucius grew extremely attached to her protruding belly, lavishing her with attention as if he were her personal house elf. It happened in new wolves and she allowed him this eccentricity, knowing it was no more his regular personality that it was for Severus to fart sunshine or rainbows on a cloudy day.

The day of birth arrived.

They laughed. They cried. They celebrated and howled with joy.

The two infant boys were perfect, fully lycan and perfect copies of their fathers. One was Remus' only offspring, the other Severus'.

They had perfect little mops of hair and squalling, red faces as soon as they were cleaned up from the womb.

The three men fell in love instantly, as did the house elves and their mother.

Two years later, she gave birth to another set of twins, a fraternal boy and girl set that had Lucius on his knees praising his mate and savior, the mother of his brand new children.

The year after she had another little boy, this time for Charlie, and a little girl, this one Snape's.

Her last child, a singleton, was another son, also Severus'.

Lucius' and Severus' daughters were treated as regal princesses in the home, not to be out-manned by their brother's rough and tumble manner but kept in check by their over protective fathers.

The family was a houseful of joyful, wolfish fun and that of a loving, close-knit family, forever remembering the original Head with a deep and abiding fondness, and a really expensive, commissioned portrait that kept tabs on them all.

Such were the children, the true doves borne of the mourning, that fateful morning, when a true omen had heralded that which had been foreseen, but never garnered true meaning until now. With trusting hearts and open arms, the family of lycans moved forward into a new era of peace and serenity, marking a new beginning of hope for wolves and their offspring alike, for many years to come.

Love Love Love to all! I hope despite the twists and turns, you enjoyed this fic as much as I enjoyed writing it. Love Love Love! xoxo -Remarkable
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