Hogwarts & The Sex-Ed Teacher
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Death & Destiny
Hospital beds dressed in stark white linen, a crisp sheet covering their prone bodies lay father and son paler than pale. The only colour was ebony hair.
The gathering at the other side of the room was in stark contrast a cluster of gaudy gowned wizards whispered and wept.
Snatches of conversation wafted across the room. “… Locket … Grimwald place …Last Horcrux … Lucius Malfroy … Scar …Squib …”
“They were not your powers Harry” Dumbledore gently caressed Harry’s hand. Reluctant to admit to anyone he was awake a tear unbidden escaped from beneath his lashes. “Your body has endured so very, very much. You are still recovering, maybe in time”
** So I’m a SQIB !!!** Harry rolled away from the figure of Dumbledore.
Gently brushing Harry’s hair Dumbledore related the events he knew but Harry hardly heard … “The love that you have ….. more powerful than any magic… Voldemorte… power… all your magic …”
All that Harry could think of was Severus **Father**
Eyes blurred by lack of glasses and more so by tears he gazed at the far too still figure across from him.
-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-
Many moons came and went. Seasons changed from the gentle hum of bees to the crisp rustle of autumn leaves the soft cold kiss of winter’s first snow and the sweet perfume of fresh spring blooms. Throughout it all one thing was constant – Peace.
The Magical Realm bounced back with gusto and surged forward with bounce in its step and a proverbial song in its heart. The shadows that had lingered for far too long were distant memories and fading scars the way ahead filled with promise.
This perfect morning found prefects fluttering around trying vainly to find more available space for the onslaught of flowers and gifts which were perched everywhere like a fractured rainbow not so much decorating as taking over the Great Hall.
The upper echelons of the Unseelie court together with (apparently) the entire Magical world were packed into the Great Hall (which Dumbledore had magically extended) for the occasion.
Headmaster Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall as Godparents stood proudly at the bassinette before the teachers’ table.
Sable, Bastian, Severus, Harry and Remus stepped forward to give the traditional blessing. In turn they approached the bassinette and spoke their individual promises. To always be there, to listen to understand…
A gentle mew issued from the fluffy bundle and Harry swooped seizing his opportunity to cradle the young one.
“Seems as if everyone has taken a number” deadpanned Severus. Bastian gently squeezed his hand. A simple touch conveying more than words ever could.
Bastian had employed a handmaiden of sables with sables blessing of course to combine his seed with Severus and have their own child via her womb. A unique gift of the Unseelie.
“It would seem Severus” said Dumbledore twinkling over his glasses “that parenthood agrees with you.” Harry deadpanned “Don’t worry Severus we won’t tell if you don’t” As he gently rocked the babe to sleep.
Chubby fingers gripped the blanket. Golden hued Unseelie skin, with a wisp of blue black peach fuzz for hair made the most beautiful creature he had ever seen.
*She has Severus’ eyes* mused Remus *at least she doesn’t have his nose* Remus sighed and murmured so that only Severus could hear “I envy you” his response was a comforting hand on his shoulder “One day Remus”
The Unseelie court embraced the different and his werewolf inclinations would not be held against him, in the world he was now proudly a part of, anything was possible, one day he could also be a father.
Remus put his arm possessively around Sable and held her to his side. She lent into his warmth and whispered. “We should have waited five months and made it a double christening” **Where is Colin Creevey when you need him?**
Dumbledore smiled sagely his voice carried clear and proud throughout the hall as he addressed the gathered throng. “The birth of a child is a vote of confidence in the future…”
The gathering at the other side of the room was in stark contrast a cluster of gaudy gowned wizards whispered and wept.
Snatches of conversation wafted across the room. “… Locket … Grimwald place …Last Horcrux … Lucius Malfroy … Scar …Squib …”
“They were not your powers Harry” Dumbledore gently caressed Harry’s hand. Reluctant to admit to anyone he was awake a tear unbidden escaped from beneath his lashes. “Your body has endured so very, very much. You are still recovering, maybe in time”
** So I’m a SQIB !!!** Harry rolled away from the figure of Dumbledore.
Gently brushing Harry’s hair Dumbledore related the events he knew but Harry hardly heard … “The love that you have ….. more powerful than any magic… Voldemorte… power… all your magic …”
All that Harry could think of was Severus **Father**
Eyes blurred by lack of glasses and more so by tears he gazed at the far too still figure across from him.
-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-
Many moons came and went. Seasons changed from the gentle hum of bees to the crisp rustle of autumn leaves the soft cold kiss of winter’s first snow and the sweet perfume of fresh spring blooms. Throughout it all one thing was constant – Peace.
The Magical Realm bounced back with gusto and surged forward with bounce in its step and a proverbial song in its heart. The shadows that had lingered for far too long were distant memories and fading scars the way ahead filled with promise.
This perfect morning found prefects fluttering around trying vainly to find more available space for the onslaught of flowers and gifts which were perched everywhere like a fractured rainbow not so much decorating as taking over the Great Hall.
The upper echelons of the Unseelie court together with (apparently) the entire Magical world were packed into the Great Hall (which Dumbledore had magically extended) for the occasion.
Headmaster Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall as Godparents stood proudly at the bassinette before the teachers’ table.
Sable, Bastian, Severus, Harry and Remus stepped forward to give the traditional blessing. In turn they approached the bassinette and spoke their individual promises. To always be there, to listen to understand…
A gentle mew issued from the fluffy bundle and Harry swooped seizing his opportunity to cradle the young one.
“Seems as if everyone has taken a number” deadpanned Severus. Bastian gently squeezed his hand. A simple touch conveying more than words ever could.
Bastian had employed a handmaiden of sables with sables blessing of course to combine his seed with Severus and have their own child via her womb. A unique gift of the Unseelie.
“It would seem Severus” said Dumbledore twinkling over his glasses “that parenthood agrees with you.” Harry deadpanned “Don’t worry Severus we won’t tell if you don’t” As he gently rocked the babe to sleep.
Chubby fingers gripped the blanket. Golden hued Unseelie skin, with a wisp of blue black peach fuzz for hair made the most beautiful creature he had ever seen.
*She has Severus’ eyes* mused Remus *at least she doesn’t have his nose* Remus sighed and murmured so that only Severus could hear “I envy you” his response was a comforting hand on his shoulder “One day Remus”
The Unseelie court embraced the different and his werewolf inclinations would not be held against him, in the world he was now proudly a part of, anything was possible, one day he could also be a father.
Remus put his arm possessively around Sable and held her to his side. She lent into his warmth and whispered. “We should have waited five months and made it a double christening” **Where is Colin Creevey when you need him?**
Dumbledore smiled sagely his voice carried clear and proud throughout the hall as he addressed the gathered throng. “The birth of a child is a vote of confidence in the future…”