Fairy Tales

Severus Snape had been incefuceful abyss. He had spent the remainder of his holidays between his home with his family, Hogwarts with Dumbledore and very little time at 12 Grimmald Place. Unfortunately, this was about to change. Not only was he due at headquarters shortly, the dunderheads would be there. Why that Weasley woman could not control those brats of hers was beyond him. Fred and George were comical to a point, he remembered them brewing a potion that would “put hair on your chest” literally during their Second Year, however; these extendable ears were beginning to be annoying. Surely someone other than him new that they were sneaking around and listening; Lupin had too, he could see the mind, also.

He continued buttoning up his cloak and walked straight to the kitchen, reaching for a vile of his appearance potion, he realized that this was his final vial. He would have to make time to brew more either late this evening or early in the morning. Turning he saw a monstrous pink tea towel on a squawking elf. Severus kicked himself for having the urge to comfort the creature. Pushing down the feelings of compassion that Bethey always preached, he turned to the sniveling thing and barked, “Why are you snotting all over that towel?”

“Phoebe is so, so very sorry; Master Snape….Phoebe is getting a bad feeling…a very bad feeling sir.” The elf blew her nose on the pink towel and Severus winced in disgust. “Master Brandon…oh….Master Brandon…” The crying elf buried her head inside her arm wiping away stray tears, without warning she ran towards the cement wall and began pounding her head against the wall. Severus was all but amazed, he knew that Brandon was a fuck-up; he wasn’t a complete fuck-up and had been doing better these past few days. The elf must be bloody mad. Severus grabbed the elf by the nape of the neck and pulled her up to his noise that was substantially larger than it was mere moments ago, “You will refrain from burdening my eyes with this terrible display of loyalty. Brandon is capable of pulling himself out of the fire; he must figure this out on his own so that he will be accepting of it. Now, go…clean something!” The elf scampered away.

“Frightening the help, Severus, my, my, I thought you had outgrown your torture phase. The poor creature.”

Yes, dear, the poor creature that has to live with me and do my bidding. The poor creature that is tortured on a daily basis by your daughter whom will only eat certain humane foods. The poor dear that has to wear that awful color because the child you bore thinks it ‘pretty’. Yes, love, I know that I am the bane of all our elves existence. Trust me, this is why they allow the cat, which we are not supposed to have, that I have thrown out numerous times, whom I have threatened many times that I will drain quickly if he comes near me again, piss in my shoes.”

“The cat adores you.”

“I am going to cook the cat. Bar-b-que it on a pitch in the front yard, invite the neighbors to partake in my shindig.”

“Do and Bethey will never speak to you again. You know how she loves animals.”

Helena Snape walked over to he husband and took his color in her hands straitening it. “I will miss you”, she said quietly.

“As I you, but I must return. I will send correspondence, I will floo you, apperate home.”

She laid her hear on her lovers shoulder, a single tear rolled down her cheek, “Be safe, my love. Come home to me.”

Severus broke the embrace, cupped her face with his hand and apperated away.




The members of the Order were bustling around trying to prepare for the meeting. Molly Weasley was frantic to put the food on the table, he was coming tonight. She had spent the day preparing foods that all of the order could appreciate, she has cleaned the old Black home to the point that she was sure all that the wallpaper was a slightly different shade. She had sent all the children to get dressed for dinner and to wash up. She would serve her meal the moment he arrived.

Ron was starving when he sat down around the table with everyone else. “Mum, let’s eat, come on…”

“Stop it, now”, said Molly, “the professor is coming and tonight we are going to wait on him, he needs a decent meal. Poor man, wondering around you-know-who all the time…”

“You know the big, greasy git never eats here, what is the point of waiting?”

“Language, Ronald” Molly spat as she popped him in the back of the head. “Do not be rude about a man who is risking life and limb…”

Bill, Sirius and Remus were in the corner discussing the current headlines of the Daily Prophet. Minister Fudge was seriously considering passing a marriage law. The men were taking turns laughing about that being the only way Fudge would ever get a woman.

The front door opened and Dumbledore and Snape walked inside.

“Kingsley will be detained, he asked us to start our meal, and he will get a plate when he arrives.” Dumbledore announced. All of the people were in a scuttle to get places and food; no one more anxious that Ron. Fred and George were fighting over a turnip pie that they swore was divine; Tonks was pushing Lupin out of the way to get to the potatoes.

Severus leaned over to Dumbledore’s ear and whispered “This is exactly why I do not eat here nor do I spend my leisure time among these cretins.”

Dumbledore gave a twinkle and a nod. Severus swore the man was becoming more and more like Santa Clause every day. Molly came over and grabbed Severus by the arm, “Eat, surly I have something that you can enjoy. A nice meat pie? I have loads of deserts, made special for you. You rarely ever dine with the family.”

“Madam, could you remove yourself from my arm, I am capable of finding a seat all on my own, thank you.”

“See”, Ron stated, his mouth full of food, “ungrateful.”

Severus shot him a disturbing look, settling down to the table between Lupin and Bill Weasley. Unfortunately, Sirius was across from them, he would have to look at his old nemesis throughout the whole meal and meeting.




Kingsley Shacklebolt was walking down Grimmald Street. He had been held up at the Ministry taking reports of “Sirius Sightings” all over London, promising to look into all the reports therefore awarding the gallons on Sirius’ head to the lucky sighter.

In all of Kingsley’s years of being an Auror, he had never seen a sight stranger than the on he was approaching. A small girl was standing in the middle of the road, spinning in circles; she appeared to be speaking to someone, or maybe to herself. She was crying. She had the darkest hair that he had ever seen, so black that it was almost blue. She turned to him and looked into his eyes, they were the queerest shade of blue and Kingsley felt her drawing him near her. Bending down he looked at her, “why are you crying?”

“My papa, he is here, somewhere, I can feel him. I can hear his voice in my head, he keeps saying ‘come to me, sweet, I am right here’ but I can not find him. All of these houses are muggle homes; he would not be in a muggle home.”

She fell to the ground crying harder. Kingsley did not know what to do; he had limited experience with children. “You are ruining your pretty dress. Here let me help you, my name is—“

“Kingsley Shacklebolt.”

“Yes, child, how did you know that?”

“I just knew.”

He looked the child over. She was adorable; fluffy dress with a ribbon in her hair, shiny shoes, white hose…she looked the part of an aristocrat child. Her facial features were somewhat familiar; he had to place her….

“Well, since you know my name, tell me, what is yours?”

“Bethey. Elizabeth Snape. I am looking for my father. Do you know where he is?”

“Would that be Severus Snape?”

“Yes, do you know him?” Her eyes lit up like it was Christmas early.

“Come, I will take you too him.”




Severus was growiore ore and more impatient by the minute. He was ready to get this meeting started and over with, however, all the others were content on stuffing their face with pies and cakes.

The door opened once more and Severus gave an inward groan, now that Shacklebolt was here it would be another hour he had to endure with these people. He busied himself pushing his food across his plate as everyone welcomed the Auror.

“Ah, she is lovely, where did you find the child?” He heard Molly ask as she went running toward the girl.

“She claims to be a Snape.” said Kingsley’s loud booming voice.

Severus raised his head, “Bethey, what are you doing here?”

Bethey climbed out of the arms that were holding her and walk slowly towards Snape. “You sound like my papa, you don’t look like him” she said flatly.

“You know that I use an appearance potion when I am not at home, child.”

The order members were stunned into silence. All knew that they should probably give the two time alone to sort things out, no one, however, was leaving.

“Take it off”, the child demanded crawling up into the Professor’s lap and squeezing his cheeks between her hands. “I do not like it, take it off!” she shouted.

“Calm yourself, Bethey. What has you so upset?”

“Take it OFF!” she was screaming and crying. “You could be one of them. What have you done with my papa? Where have you taken my brother?” The girl was irate. Severus stood up, placing his daughter on the table and drew his wand. Just as swiftly, Bethey had her wand pointed straight at Severus’ heart. “Don’t even think about it.”, she replied. “My father is a champion dueler, he also is the Keeper of our City, and he has the strength of ten men. The one thing he has taught both me and my brother to do is duel.” Her voice was threatening, just like Snape’s when he would get angry during class.

Severus smiled. He could not help it. Here in the middle of his most hated nemesis’ home, his child stood there holding him at wand point in front of all the people that are constant in Severus’ life, including some of his students. Severus raised his wand slowly, “I am only to remove the charm.” He muttered some words and Bethey watched as his hair began to grow down his back, his stormy white-blue eyes were uncovered from the black pools of ink that they were moments before. His face regained a small amount of color and he could feel his incisors lengthening. He held out a hand, “How did you find me, Bethey?”

“I was so scared, they stormed the manor. They had torches lit with fire and guns with silver bullets, some of them were carrying Holy Water, can you believe it, they still think that we are repelled by that. Brandon shoved me inside your coffin and sealed it shut. He took mom, I don’t know what happened. She was furious. They torched her quilt that Grandma Cummins made. She was yelling curses at every one of the men. Then it all went quiet. I could hear Brandon saying that it was he that she wanted. He was to take Brandon and let mother go. Mom was not too thrilled with that plan. She was crying. I tried to escape but Brandon had charmed the lid shut. I tried to call on you, but I couldn’t reach you, I was so scared. I kept calling you and calling you, and then I disappeared somehow and landed on the street where that man found me. I could hear your voice in my head, saying ‘Come to me, everything will be alright’ but I could not find you.” She broke down in sobs into her father’s embrace.

Severus stroked her hair, “Who Bethey, did you see who came into our home?”

“Men, loads of men, but a woman was looking for Brandon. She was pretty with red hair and bright blue eyes.”

“Forbes, Cathrin Forbes.”

Releasing his child he turned around and hit the wall, punching a hole in the sheet rock. “DAMNIT!” he screamed. “DAMNIT ALL TO HELL!”

Turning and facing his child he said, “It will be alright. I will go and find them. I will bring them back. You can not go home. Can you stay here; these people are kind and will take special care of you.”

“Yes, papa.”

Turning to Dumbledore, Severus’ face showed every emotion that he was feeling. “I am truly sorry for deceiving you, I however, am not sorry for protecting my family. Hopefully, you will understand. I must go and find my wife and eldest child. The Hunter has come looking for Brandon. He has made a spectacle of himself this holiday break, capturing the attentions of others that are aware of who and what he is. Please, watch my girl.” With that he turned to Sirius. “I know that we have never quite seen eye-to-eye, would you allow my daughter to stay in your home for a short while?”

Sirius starred at him, not knowing what to say. Snape was, amongst other things, quite beautiful, not that Sirius thought men attractive, he was just stunned. Remus elbowed him, “Yes, she may stay. Go. They may come here also.”

Severus nodded. Turned toward Bethey and gave her a hug, ‘I will return’ he said into her mind. He headed out the door.




“Well”, Molly said, “I’ll bet you’d like a nice hot cocoa and maybe a meal.”

Bethey looked at her strangely. “We take our meal on Saturday’s. It is more of a feast. Mom cooks for the whole day. I do not eat animals, so I have special food prepared. MY brother, Brandon, he does not care as long as it’s bloody.”

Molly cringed. “You are only fed once a week? That is abuse! It is an outrage!”

“Molly”, Dumbledore stepped in, “Bethey is the offspring of Severus and I dare say that beautiful witch he ran around with for some time…Helena was it?” Bethey nodded. “Therefore, she requires a different type of nourishment. Is there anything that I can do to help you?” he stated towards Bethey.

“I would like to feed, when I am upset, Papa will give me his nourishment, it makes me feel better. He is not here though, could I hunt?”

Molly Weasley looked as if she was about to faint. Remus stepped forward and said, “I am aware of some of the hunting tactics. I will go with her and watch over the proceeding, make sure that she is safe.”

“That would be most helpful, Remus.”

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Remus found the child quite enjoyable to be with. She was witty like her father and most cunning. When she lured an old woman in the park into picking her up and rocking her on a bench, he was most amazed that the woman did not even flinch when punctured. He was also impressed that she only took as much as she needed, never more.

As they were making their way back to the house, emus asked her about her feeding rituals.

“Father will not allow us to take a life. He was most displeased at Brandon for losing control over his victim and almost taking a life. Father had to give her all kinds of potions to save her. He and Brandon had fought most lively about that one.”

Bethey reached up and grasped Remus’ hand. “Have you known my father long?”

“Yes, many years. We attended school together.”

“Are you friends?”

Remus laughed, “I am not sure that you father would call us friends but I do have a healthy respect for him. Why do you ask?”

“You seem nice. Was that Sirius Black, the escaped wizard?”

“Yes, that was his house.”

“Father said that he didn’t murder those people. He said that black was too…oh, what was the word…haughty to be caught simply blowing people up.”

Remus could not help it, he laughed, loudly. “Snape giving Sirius a compliment, I will never be amazed again.”

They stopped in the doorway to number 12, “Bethey”, Remus spoke, “your father is a good man. He will bring your brother home. I can assure you of it.”




The conversation that seemed to be buzzing around the Black home halted as soon as the door opened and Remus and Bethey entered. Molly rushed forward, “Come, it’s time for bed. This appeared a while back and has your name on it. The directions state that you are to drink it. It will help you sleep. I am sure your family will be here in the morning.”

“But, I just work up. It is only 11:00. I did not get up until late. I slept will past dark. I was tired. Can’t I stay up for a while?”

“Molly, she sleeps during the daytime hours. Maybe we could let her be for a while?” asked Author.

“Oh, well, yes, right.” Not knowing what else to say Molly smiled and turned on her heel to clean the kitchen.




Somewhere around daybreak, Severus returned to the Black home with his wife and child in tow. Walking into the living area, he found his daughter curled up in Remus’ lap sleeping soundly.

“Poor thing”, whispered Helena, “she must be exhausted with worry.”

Severus felt an unusual pang in his chest seeing his daughter lying there sleeping so soundly. Remus opened an eye. Sensing what Severus was thinking he remarked, “Molly insisted that she be given the potion you sent. She did not want to be alone. I offered to stay with her. She is beautiful, Severus. You have an amazingly strong child here.”

Severus gave a non-committal grunt in Lupin’s direction. Helena leaned down and kissed her baby on the brow. “Thank you for being so kind to her. I am Helena Snape, Severus’ other half. That is our son Brandon, he seems to be off searching for food, and anyhow, seeing how he is in hot water at the moment, I am sure that he is just my son…however, Severus can not deny that boy’s parentage.”

“No”, replied Lupin “he could not even if he tried. They look almost identical. Here, I am certain that you are ready to hold her, forgive the ramblings of a man without children. She is fascinating, though. She knows more about what is going on than any of us. Severus, did you know that she had the gift of cross-communication. She can speak to others and hear others from far off places; she knows what crisis is going on and where. Besides all that, she gave me many entertaining stories about you, Severus.”

“I am aware of my child’s abilities, Lupin. Now hand her over.”

Remus grinned at Severus. This was strange, a Snape that Remus really liked.


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The following day, all that anyone could talk about was the fact that the black bat of the dungeon was really a black bat! Harry, Hermione and Ron sat in a corner discussing the transformation that they had witnessed the night before. Fred, George and Ginny joined them for a trip down memory lane. Ginny and Hermione were having a hard time; they had just realized that their Potions Master was HOT! Of course, the boys did not want to hear that.

They spent their day in the drawing room with Mrs. Weasley trying to get rid of all the pest. The one good thing about school starting in a few days was the fact that no one had to clean any longer. After they had broke for lunch, the group moved into the attic. Apparently, Mrs. Weasley had never found this room and she was more than anxious to clean it out. Breaking open Gilderoy Lockheart’s Book for the Unfriendly she began to spit out orders. Hours later, they had made a small dent in their new project.

Hermione had walked down the stairs. There was loud music coming from a room off the west side of the home that she had never been in. Peaking through the crack in the door, she saw a boy with long dark hair tied back intoonytonytail, he was shirtless and on his back was the tattoo of a large bird, was that a bird? Looking more closely it was almost a bat. She would have to investigate closer to tell what species. The boy had a long lean body, nicely toned, muscles in all the right places. He shifted his body, legs spread wide apart, torso twisted to the side, and arms in the air…he is doing yoga, thought Hermione. The music was blaring, he seemed to be somewhat connected to it, Hermione recognized it as The Red Hot Chili Peppers; he was listening to ‘Other Side’.

Pour my life into a paper cup
The ashtrafullfull and I’m spillin’ my guts
She wants to know am I still a slut
I’ve got to take it on the otherside

Scarlet starlet and she’s in my bed
A candidate for my soul mate bled
Push the trigger and pull the thread
I’ve got to take it on the otherside
Take it on the otherside
Take it on
Take it on


Hermione was glued to that spot, watching that boy move in the most sensual way, a glaze of sweat running over his body. He looked edible. She let out a low hiss, aware tha was was making her wet inside her knickers.

Brandon could smell the arousal. He turned and saw her standing at the door. She suddenly looked embarrassed. Reaching out his hand she drifted towards him. ‘Hi” he said inside her mind, ‘enjoying the view? I bet you need a man all hot a sweaty making you moan’, Brandon leaned down and captured her lips. Tenderly at first then knowing that she was ready he turned up the heat, deepening the kiss, researching her mouth with his tongue. Hnds nds started to roam over her body. ‘You have beautiful hips, Mmm, nice ass.’ Kissing her deeper, she was losing the ability to make rational decisions, he started trailing his kisses down her neck, stopping on the luscious sound her blood was making through her veins. He was ready, he wanted to take her. Brandon spelled open her top, released her heavy breast and lapped at them both as she moaned. “Please, please…” she said.

“Please what…”

“Touch me; I need you to touch me.”

Brandon slide one hand under her skirt ripped her panties off and began to forlly lly pump in and out of her with his fingers. ‘Damn, you’re hot. You are a hot, wet cunt waiting to be taken. I’m just the man to do it.’ Brandon threw her down onto the floor, grasped her ankles, spread her laparapart until she thought she might rip open and dove face first into her pussy. Hermione let out the most thrilling scream. “Yes, please don’t stop. Damn, No one has ever made me feel this way…” She grabbed a tit and started to knead it, one hand in his hair, the other tugging on her nipple. “Yes, that’s it, I am gonna cum all over your face…” she was screaming. She felt his fingers remove from her pussy and reorganize; next she felt two in her cunt and one up her ass, massaging her pleasure spots. She was writing on the floor, forgetting that there were people staying at this house. The music had stopped but the boy didn’is tis tongue was stroking her clit and tugging on her insides, he unfastened his pants and moved to where his face was inches away from hers. Leaning down, he gave her the taste of herself, transferring some of his thoughts about how good it tasted and how good his cock is going to feel buried deep inside of her. Her legs were trembling; “Now, enter me now!”

“Ms. Granger”, said cool voice of Severus Snape, “while I am aware of my son’s abilities in the bedroom area and no doubt you are a tasty little treat, he is still a whore when it comes to women. Fuck’s everything. The pleasure of the flesh is high right now, you may regret it afterwards. Brandon, remove yourself from my students body, NOW!”
mionmione looked to the doorway. Harry, Ron, Sirius and Remus were standing there looking at her. She moved to cover herself. Brandon was of no help, he did not seem at all embarrassed that his father had just walked in on him about to rip this girls open.

“Hello”, said Brandon, “I guess you know who I am who are you?”