Snape Redux

Snape Redux

By April Grey

Chapter 16 – Bonus Chapter Pt. II– The Weasley Weddings

It all belongs to Rowling, except for the parts you don’t recognize.

After only a few hours sleep, Hermione showered and headed over to the Weasleys. It was 8:30 a.m. when she got there and the whole place had an air of chaos barely contained as Hair of the Dog Potions were disbursed from the courtesy table set up on the edge of the lane. The Weasley twins were especially looking a bit green about the gills, while Harry looked ready for a nervous breakdown.

“Hermione, we have to talk,” he said, taking her elbow as if he feared she would Disapparated on him.

“Of course, Harry.” Hermione walked over with him to another table set up for the wedding party, which was overflowing with coffee urns, tea samovars, pastries and buns. The wedding was set for noon with guests scheduled to arrive at ten for a sit down breakfast in various open sided tents set up in the garden. After the wedding ceremony, there was dancing scheduled and a buffet would be set up along with a wet bar.

“What did you do with him?” Harry shook his head at Hermione’s offer of a scone.

Hermione involved herself with slathering butter on a bun and spooning some gooseberry jam over it. “Harry, he’s gone. Exactly what I told you after the battle.”

Harry looked about ready to have one of his spells, but the scar that normally turned so red was gone. Hermione took his hand in hers and he forced his breathing to return to normal.

“Well, at least you didn’t try and give him the credit for killing Voldemort. He’s no hero. And Viktor is--at least for killing Nagini. By the way, where is Viktor?”

“Probably half-way home to Bulgaria by now. We made our goodbyes last night,” Hermione smiled brightly afraid she might cry.

Harry stared at her. “But I thought—“

“You thought wrong. Things change Harry. Things change. And now if you’ll forgive me I think Molly is calling the bridesmaids together.”

He gave her a kiss on the cheek. “Thanks for everything. But Ron’s right, you know. You are daft.”

Hermione gave a little laugh as she pocketed her bun and headed over to Ginny and Gabrielle.

Twenty minutes later, already feeling cranky and depressed over her life choices, she really wished that Mrs. Weasley hadn’t forced Fleur into adding her to the bridesmaids. She could have slept in after having sex all night; instead she was stuck there listening to instructions for some not very complicated group enchantments guaranteed to bring long life and happiness to the wedding couples. Hermione’s sour mood did not lend itself to blessings and nuptial charms. Finally they were allowed to go and Hermione headed out to the arriving guests.

The plan was simple. Hermione, Ginny and Gabrielle were to meet and greet the various wizards and witches coming up the lane to the wedding breakfast. Guests would be shown to their place cards--seating assignments having very carefully been planned out. Speeches and good wishes would be offered throughout the breakfast. Then a simple ceremony involving both couples announcing they are now man and wife, (Hermione hoped they would keep it simple since some bride and grooms wrote novels instead of promises), and then the music and dancing would begin. All was to be kept very informal and relaxed--and that was why both Camille and Mrs. Weasley now looked completely stressed and frazzled. Perfection was a matter of making things look effortless in spite of the planning involved.

Andromeda Tonks, Tonks’ mother, was still miffed at the Wizarding World for how she’d been treated by the Black family and took it out on the innocent because the guilty were no longer available. She’d been invited to help out but had claimed to be too busy with her charity work to help. She and Ted Tonks drove up to the Burrow in a shabby, lime green mini. They were given a tent to themselves, supposedly as an honor but really to avoid any scenes.

Hermione escorted Madame Maxime to her spot, a tent with very large chairs for her, Hagrid and Grawp. Camille made a special effort to see that they had cups and plates and utensils all the proper size and appropriately elegant, as Maxime was still Gabrielle’s Headmistress.

After getting the three gigantic guests seated, Hermione found herself being haled by the new Headmistress of Hogwarts, Professor McGonagall.

“Hermione, I have good news,” said McGonagall striding up to her.

Hermione turned a bit too quickly and felt a twinge in her pelvis. If she ever had advice for a virgin it was not to go at it for more than five hours straight your first time. Her lips (both seen and unseen) felt swollen and her breasts were sore. On top of it all, she missed Viktor.

“I spoke to your parents yesterday and it is all sorted out. You will sit your N.E.W.T.s six weeks from now and then—“

“Six weeks! I couldn’t possibly be ready—“

“Just hear me out. You are more than welcome to return to Hogwarts during the time you need to study. You will have free run of the library and various professors have agreed to come in and give you a few hours of tutoring. Patricia Vector and myself both feel that you could probably sit our subjects the day after tomorrow and do fine. Professors Flitwick and Sprout wanted extra time with you and so we are giving you the time to work with them.”

Hermione had a sinking feeling. “That’s just four subjects. I’m supposed to take 7 N.E.W.T.s.”

“Well, yes, that is the bad news. The professors for the other subjects are not available until the school term begins and so you will simply have to leave them off—“

“But—“

“Hermione, we are doing our best to accommodate you. If you are to be at that American University at the end of August, well,” she sighed, “This is the best we can do.”

“No Ancient Runes? And no Defense Against the Dark Arts or Potions?” Hermione’s already frazzled nerves began to go plink.

“If I remember correctly you were always vacillating in your career choices. And here you are committing yourself to Muggle style education for an additional four years of your life! Well, I do hope you find yourself.” McGonagall looked rather peeved.

“Actually, I think I will be very happy studying Mathematics. It’s quite close to Arithmancy and it was Professor Vector who suggested it to me.”

McGonagall adjusted her glasses. “Yes, she had mentioned that. Well, I wish you luck in your endeavors and we’ll be expecting you at the school early next week.”

The rest of the day passed in a grey, dull haze for Hermione. The breakfast went smoothly with great displays of regimental organization on the parts of Mrs. Weasley and Camille. Plates of food appeared and disappeared much as they did at Hogwarts, only without house elf assistance.

The magical group enchantment of the Bridesmaids’ Blessing went off without a hitch. First Remus and Tonks and then Bill and Fleur recited their vows to each other. The two grooms had both thoroughly recovered from their lycanthropic afflictions and Remus looked about a decade younger than his actual age.

Hermione stood at the back, bored nearly to tears. Then she caught sight of Lavender, looking absolutely gorgeous in a light blue silk day robe shot through with shimmering gold. Ron started talking with the witch and by mid-afternoon, they were dancing together.

Hermione Apparated back to Grimmauld Place without taking leave of anyone. With a sigh, she went up to her room and snuggled with Crookshanks. Later, she fixed herself a sandwich and soup for dinner.

It was only at that point did her mood lift. Eating at the kitchen table and surrounded by her books, she realized that her life had finally returned to normal. So what if she was only taking four N.E.W.T.s? Cramming her final year into six weeks would be a challenge, a challenge that she welcomed. And then there would be a new world to explore.

Tomorrow she’d head to Hawaii with Severus Snape. Already a plan for his return was forming in her head. He’d need documents and a new name. Far away from their past, they would both have a new life, and either together or apart Hermione was determined to make the best of it.

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As they watched the final guests depart, and various Weasleys started the clean up, Camille poured a generous tot of brandy for the mother of her new son-in-law. “Well,” she said, “there should be quite a bit of cooing tonight!”

“Cheers,” said Mrs. Weasley taking a hefty gulp of the libation. “Why do you say that, Camille?”

“I added a mild aphrodisiac charm to zee drinks.”

“You don’t say? But I added a love potion to the food as well!” said Mrs. Weasley, eyes wide open.

The two witches cackled.

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“You know, Filius?” said Minerva.

“What is it Minerva?” replied Flitwick.

“I was just thinking that it’s been a terribly long time since I’ve had you to my rooms for a bit of sherry.”

“Well, yes, ahem, maybe 20 odd years or so.” Flitwick lifted an eyebrow.

“I think we need to have a little celebration tonight. How about it?” she gave a small smile.

“Delighted to be invited. I’ll just get a bit tidied up and I’ll be there with bells on.”

“Oh, and remember that “tickle my fancy” charm we used to enjoy so much?” she winked.

Flitwick blushed bright red.

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“Ginny, what are you doing here?” Harry, in the middle of getting changed into fresh clothes, quickly covered himself with a towel.

“Ron’s decided to spend the night with Lavender--they’ve made up, you see.”

“That hasn’t exactly answered my question,” Harry’s voice squeaked as Ginny took a step closer to him.

“Well, I’m always being told I should follow the example of my big brothers.”

Harry grinned. “I don’t know if they meant to include Ron, or Fred and George for that matter. Anyway, your parents are just on the next floor above us.”

Ginny did a quick Muffling spell. She smiled, “You owe me Harry.”

“I—I do?”

“That speech about us not seeing each other to protect me. All those kisses I missed out on?” She put her hands on his towel.

“Y-yes?” he blushed.

She placed her lips on his while pulling his towel away.

“Oi there!” he tried to grab the towel back.

“My, my what do we have here?” Ginny grinned at Harry’s erection and pushed him back on the bed. Then she took to her knees.

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“Come on, Tonks. Love, it couldn’t be all that bad.”

Blushing, she emerged from the bathroom adjoining their bedroom in her flat, dressed in nothing but a thin pair of yellow knickers.

Remus licked his lips. “Just amazing, butterscotch edible underwear. And what else did those little minxes pick up for you in the shop?”

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“Bill? Bill are you ready?” asked Fleur looking radiant in a lacy black negligee. She had just emerged from the bathroom of their honeymoon suite, which was actually just a very large room over The Three Broomsticks.

“Oh, I’ve been ever so.” He grinned. “I do believe I look great in pink.”

“Oh, mais non. You are so sillee.” He was wearing the pink dog collar and nothing else. She took the collar away from him, put it on and climbed on the bed. Going on her hands and knees, she grinned over her shoulder at Bill. “Now, doggy style, eh?”

“Oh, I don’t know about this.” He stroked her with the pink velvet whip. “I think they meant for me to wear it.”

Fleur pouted. “Our wedding night and we are ‘aving our first fight, no?”

Bill got on the bed and stretched out over her, his erection pressing up against her bottom. Kissing her on the neck he shook his head, “No. No, argument here.”

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Filch heard sounds coming from the library. Mysterious sounds, sounds that shouldn’t rightly be there. It sounded like—laughter. He was shaking a bit with fear even though he knew there were no students about. Simply his nerves had been a bit off since the whole invasion and his favorite professor killing the headmaster. Filch mustered his courage and pushed open the library door.

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“Sorry, Olympe, the place don’t look like much, but it’s me home.”

“Mais non, It eez ‘charming’. Tres rustique.” She placed her hand on Hagrid’s arm. “We ‘ave waited for this night, ‘ave we not?”

Hagrid swallowed nervously and poured them both very large brandies. “Ter us,” he said trying not to spill the golden liquid in spite of his shaking hand.

Olympe took the glasses and placed them back on the table. She put her arms around Hagrid’s neck and kissed him.

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“Madam Pince! Professor Sprout! What are you two doing here?” Filch squinted at them unable to believe his eyes. They were both red-faced and their witches hats askew. If he didn’t know better he’d think they were drunk.

Just then Madam Pince hiccupped and said, “Oh, Pomona are you thinking what I’m thinking.”

“A threesome, Irma?”

“Yes!” Professor Sprout leveled her wand at a library table: it softened, sank and turned green, becoming a bower of soft blue-green mosses sprinkled with tiny white flowers and canopied by bright pink roses.

Filch frowned, “Here now, what you do think you are about?”

Sprout giggled and flicked her wand at the Squib. Filch was suddenly quite naked. Pince also flicked her wand and the two witches were naked. His mouth moved noiseless in complete shock.

“I think a glamour is in order here,” said Pince observing her deflated teats and bony hips.

Sprout, her rolls of fat still jiggling from her giggling, agreed with a nod. “Ooooh, I’ve got a good one for him.” She produced a mirror from thin air and handed it to Filch just as she touched his head with her wand.

“Stop this now,” said Filch, finding his voice just as his body and face changed to something rather younger and more brawny. “What have you done? Oh no, you’ve made me look like that prat, Lockheart.”

“Ah yes, quite an inspiration,” said Pince, now looking quite young and blonde with large, perky tatas.

Spout touched her wand to her own head and became young, but redheaded with even larger and perkier ones than Pince. Filch’s member responded in an appropriate way. The two witches led him to the bower one stroking his gorgeous golden locks and the other checking out his rampant manhood.

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Mr. Weasley was in bed with his wife, half asleep after performing his husbandly duties to their mutual satisfaction. Mrs. Weasley reached out and stroked her husband’s red-haired covered arm.

“Arthur?”

“Hmmm?”

“Arthur, I think I’m pregnant,” she purred.

“Oh!” Mr. Weasley was instantly awake. “You mean the potion failed?” he worked to keep his voice calm.

“Just like with Ginny,” she sighed contentedly.

“That’s lovely, dear,” Mr. Weasley turned away to face the wall, “Well, goodnight.” His shoulders shook a little.

“You are not crying, Arthur? Are you?”

“Only tears of joy, dearest heart,” sniffled the despondent Mr. Weasley.

“Oh, I’m glad to hear that,” she said, putting out the candles and snuggling against her husband’s back.

“You know, Molly,” said Mr. Weasley, “The Muggles have a most amazing procedure, I just heard about. I’m thinking of trying it out.”

“What’s it called?”

“A vasectomy.”

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Hermione sat alone in her bedroom. Taking a deep breath she opened the small oblong box. Again she stared at the bloodied, cracked face of her ex-professor.

“I’m sorry. I can’t turn you back right now, not unless I risk taking you to St. Mungo’s and then, well, I don’t know what they’d do with you. Oh, Severus. I wish I dared have told the truth. They would have put me under Veritaserum and then they wouldn’t be able to deny that you killed Voldemort. Problem is what would they do next? Could we prove you didn’t kill the Headmaster? And Harry knows that you put me under Imperio. There are just too many factors.”

She touched his long hair, still mysteriously wet with Voldemort’s blood. Even now she felt it tingle with evil.

“Trust me, Severus. I’ll make it all right again. I promise.”

She wiped away a few tears and replaced the box in her top drawer.

Saying, “Nox,” she climbed into her bed.

The End of the Bonus Chapter Pt. II- “That-that-that’s all folks!”

Many thanks to my loyal reviewer, Little Bird.

A/N: If anyone is of an opinion that the bonus chapter should be put into the body of the story, let me know off-list and I’ll think about it. In general, two chappies without Sev, is rather upsetting to most readers and so I chose to do them as bonus chapters.