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Chapter Nineteen
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Chapter Nineteen
Severus found what only could be called a hen party in his private rooms when he arrived home that afternoon to check on his witch. Hermione was draped across the lounge eating casually as Luna, Ginny, and Mrs. Weasley rattled on. His wife looked ready to fall asleep. Letting out a growl he went straight over to her, taking the food out of her hands and pushing it into the nearest person’s grasp to take. Scooping Hermione up, he took her over to their bedroom.
“Severus,” she purred. “I don’t care what you say, you are my hero.” She kissed his cheek. “My dark sexy hero.”
“And you’re heavily drugged,” he muttered. “Why are all these witches here? You’re supposed to be resting.”
“I know, but they took me to St. Mungos to visit a specialist in high risk pregnancies,” she murmured, as she was absently stroking his hair at his neck. “And then Molly was very insistent that I eat something other than soup.” She let out a long sigh. “She’s been making me eat what she deemed proper food.” Hermione pulled back and looked into his eyes. “I haven’t had the heart to tell her I’ve been full for the last half an hour. That’s if I could get a word in. Between Molly and Ginny alone I doubt anyone could say a thing.”
“St. Mungos? Who is this specialist?”
“Mediwitch Perkins,” she told him. “She came highly recommended by Poppy. She put me on two potions of which the recipes are on your desk in your study. Could you please give my excuses to the ladies?” She yawned delicately, as she rubbed her cheek against his shoulder. “The potions have me so tired.”
He settled her down on the bed, covering her up tenderly. With one last kiss on her head, he went out to get the visitors to leave. It was to his relief that they were already gone when he walked into the room. It was a smiling Snape that walked into his private study in order to read the potions' recipes. Sitting down, he read them when he found something else.
Picking it up he saw that the paper was covered in shorthand. Specifically his wife’s shorthand that she usually wrote out absently when she was deep in thought.
“‘Must speak to the house elves’,” he muttered as he read the note. “‘They know the way to the killer. It’s in the relations’.” Severus stood up and went over to their room and was about to ask her what she had meant, when he heard a soft yawn.
He was about to leave when Hermione sat up in the bed, muttering, “You must speak to Lucius about the elves. Perhaps even to Abraxas’s portrait again. See if he gave a house elf as a gift to Yaxley’s wife.” She blinked at him. “It would make sense. To take care of her while she was pregnant.” Lying down again, she muttered, “Because he loved her.” Patting the bed next to her, “I can’t sleep alone.”
He went over to her, lying down next to his wife. Pulling her into his arms, he murmured, “Why do you figure he sent an elf to her?”
“If you couldn’t get to me…”
“I would move the heavens and the earth…” He stopped and cleared his throat in embarrassment, but went on with, “Nothing would stop me.”
“But if you couldn’t for some reason, wouldn’t you send someone who could take care of me until you could do so yourself?” He was forced to agree. It was with her hand against her husband’s cheek and deep understanding in her amber eyes that she whispered, “And that’s how I know.”
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“So let me get this right,” Minerva murmured as she sipped on her tea. “Yaxley’s wife had a Malfoy bastard?”
“That’s what we’ve found out so far,” Hermione said, looking to the others there in the room. Madam Pince, Madam Pomfrey, Professor McGonagall and Professor Sprout all sat about eating up all the information that she had been all but throwing into the gossip fire as it were. “It’s my theory that Abraxas Malfoy gave a house elf to Madam Yaxley to take care of her and the child. And it’s the elf that’s making it possible for the bodies to be taken over to Malfoy Manor as well as the break in here at the school.”
“Break in?” This came from all the others there at once.
“Pray tell when did this happen?” Minerva asked, sounding upset.
She told them all that happened finishing with, “I’m fairly positive the man won’t be coming near me anytime soon.”
Professor Sprout burst out laughing. “That is a pip! A letter opener?”
“Severus always insists on keeping all the knives very sharp,” Hermione replied. “I do believe I understand why now.”
This had the others there nodding sagely.
“I take it that you are looking into the house elves family lines then?” Madam Pince asked her thoughtfully. “There’s a text.” She tried to recall the book in question. “ ‘House Elves—Witching and
Wizarding History Through the Eyes of Servants’ by Kendrick Wallowbee. If I remember correctly since the elves family trees are just as intertwined as supposed pureblood families are, Mr. Wallowbee thought it prudent to have their family trees as well in order to show the connections.”
“When was it written?” Hermione asked, thinking that it would have been rather useless if the book had been published decades if not centuries before the time in question.
“Oh I think it was in the 1960’s,” she answered. “Such a decade of revolution! And not just in the muggle world. Why I remember when there was a sit-in…”
Minerva snorted. “Tell me Hermione, how is it rebellion when the man in charge of the supposed sit-in is the headmaster?” She scoffed. “Albus was sitting dead center of the group in tie-dyed robes and handing out lemon
creams.” Hermione was barely holding back laughter as the older witch went on, “This was only topped off by his insistence of playing a guitar and singing this song about kum bies or some nonsense like that.”
Clearing her throat Hermione asked, “Kum By Yah?”
Minerva looked shocked. “Yes, that’s the one, but how did you know?”
When Severus came into the room, his wife was in such a fit of laughter that he was concerned that his witch wasn’t getting oxygen. Hermione looked over to him, wiping the tears away from her eyes. Seeing the joy on her face had his heart lightening in a way that only this woman could do for him.
He sat down next to her muttering, “For Merlin sake, take a breath.”
She was still chuckling when she said, “Hello to you as well. Minerva was just telling me about Albus and the sit-ins they had in the 1960’s that he was the ringleader of.”
He frowned. “Wouldn’t that been going against what a sit-in usually was going for?”
She nodded. “Most definitely, but chances are that he did it before any of the muggleborns got it into their head to do so.” Hermione stood up. “We have a book to get and frankly after hearing that story it really makes me want to chat with Albus. That old coot knew everything, why should this Yaxley business be any different?”
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It's time once again for the Review Sing-A-Long!! The answer to the last one was "Eye in the Sky" by The Alan Parsons Project. Unfortunately not a single person even tried to guess this one. I suppose it was too obscure. Sorry about that.
Here's the next song. "What's your name?/Who's your reviewer?/Is he rich like me? Has he taken any time/To show you what you need to live?" Okay here's your clue--This song was from the psychedelic 60's it was performed by a group more aptly named for a group of monsters one would see on Halloween or even on a movie screen. There you go! Here's to everyone having a rad day!
PLEASE READ AND REVIEW!!!
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Chapter Nineteen
Severus found what only could be called a hen party in his private rooms when he arrived home that afternoon to check on his witch. Hermione was draped across the lounge eating casually as Luna, Ginny, and Mrs. Weasley rattled on. His wife looked ready to fall asleep. Letting out a growl he went straight over to her, taking the food out of her hands and pushing it into the nearest person’s grasp to take. Scooping Hermione up, he took her over to their bedroom.
“Severus,” she purred. “I don’t care what you say, you are my hero.” She kissed his cheek. “My dark sexy hero.”
“And you’re heavily drugged,” he muttered. “Why are all these witches here? You’re supposed to be resting.”
“I know, but they took me to St. Mungos to visit a specialist in high risk pregnancies,” she murmured, as she was absently stroking his hair at his neck. “And then Molly was very insistent that I eat something other than soup.” She let out a long sigh. “She’s been making me eat what she deemed proper food.” Hermione pulled back and looked into his eyes. “I haven’t had the heart to tell her I’ve been full for the last half an hour. That’s if I could get a word in. Between Molly and Ginny alone I doubt anyone could say a thing.”
“St. Mungos? Who is this specialist?”
“Mediwitch Perkins,” she told him. “She came highly recommended by Poppy. She put me on two potions of which the recipes are on your desk in your study. Could you please give my excuses to the ladies?” She yawned delicately, as she rubbed her cheek against his shoulder. “The potions have me so tired.”
He settled her down on the bed, covering her up tenderly. With one last kiss on her head, he went out to get the visitors to leave. It was to his relief that they were already gone when he walked into the room. It was a smiling Snape that walked into his private study in order to read the potions' recipes. Sitting down, he read them when he found something else.
Picking it up he saw that the paper was covered in shorthand. Specifically his wife’s shorthand that she usually wrote out absently when she was deep in thought.
“‘Must speak to the house elves’,” he muttered as he read the note. “‘They know the way to the killer. It’s in the relations’.” Severus stood up and went over to their room and was about to ask her what she had meant, when he heard a soft yawn.
He was about to leave when Hermione sat up in the bed, muttering, “You must speak to Lucius about the elves. Perhaps even to Abraxas’s portrait again. See if he gave a house elf as a gift to Yaxley’s wife.” She blinked at him. “It would make sense. To take care of her while she was pregnant.” Lying down again, she muttered, “Because he loved her.” Patting the bed next to her, “I can’t sleep alone.”
He went over to her, lying down next to his wife. Pulling her into his arms, he murmured, “Why do you figure he sent an elf to her?”
“If you couldn’t get to me…”
“I would move the heavens and the earth…” He stopped and cleared his throat in embarrassment, but went on with, “Nothing would stop me.”
“But if you couldn’t for some reason, wouldn’t you send someone who could take care of me until you could do so yourself?” He was forced to agree. It was with her hand against her husband’s cheek and deep understanding in her amber eyes that she whispered, “And that’s how I know.”
***
“So let me get this right,” Minerva murmured as she sipped on her tea. “Yaxley’s wife had a Malfoy bastard?”
“That’s what we’ve found out so far,” Hermione said, looking to the others there in the room. Madam Pince, Madam Pomfrey, Professor McGonagall and Professor Sprout all sat about eating up all the information that she had been all but throwing into the gossip fire as it were. “It’s my theory that Abraxas Malfoy gave a house elf to Madam Yaxley to take care of her and the child. And it’s the elf that’s making it possible for the bodies to be taken over to Malfoy Manor as well as the break in here at the school.”
“Break in?” This came from all the others there at once.
“Pray tell when did this happen?” Minerva asked, sounding upset.
She told them all that happened finishing with, “I’m fairly positive the man won’t be coming near me anytime soon.”
Professor Sprout burst out laughing. “That is a pip! A letter opener?”
“Severus always insists on keeping all the knives very sharp,” Hermione replied. “I do believe I understand why now.”
This had the others there nodding sagely.
“I take it that you are looking into the house elves family lines then?” Madam Pince asked her thoughtfully. “There’s a text.” She tried to recall the book in question. “ ‘House Elves—Witching and
Wizarding History Through the Eyes of Servants’ by Kendrick Wallowbee. If I remember correctly since the elves family trees are just as intertwined as supposed pureblood families are, Mr. Wallowbee thought it prudent to have their family trees as well in order to show the connections.”
“When was it written?” Hermione asked, thinking that it would have been rather useless if the book had been published decades if not centuries before the time in question.
“Oh I think it was in the 1960’s,” she answered. “Such a decade of revolution! And not just in the muggle world. Why I remember when there was a sit-in…”
Minerva snorted. “Tell me Hermione, how is it rebellion when the man in charge of the supposed sit-in is the headmaster?” She scoffed. “Albus was sitting dead center of the group in tie-dyed robes and handing out lemon
creams.” Hermione was barely holding back laughter as the older witch went on, “This was only topped off by his insistence of playing a guitar and singing this song about kum bies or some nonsense like that.”
Clearing her throat Hermione asked, “Kum By Yah?”
Minerva looked shocked. “Yes, that’s the one, but how did you know?”
When Severus came into the room, his wife was in such a fit of laughter that he was concerned that his witch wasn’t getting oxygen. Hermione looked over to him, wiping the tears away from her eyes. Seeing the joy on her face had his heart lightening in a way that only this woman could do for him.
He sat down next to her muttering, “For Merlin sake, take a breath.”
She was still chuckling when she said, “Hello to you as well. Minerva was just telling me about Albus and the sit-ins they had in the 1960’s that he was the ringleader of.”
He frowned. “Wouldn’t that been going against what a sit-in usually was going for?”
She nodded. “Most definitely, but chances are that he did it before any of the muggleborns got it into their head to do so.” Hermione stood up. “We have a book to get and frankly after hearing that story it really makes me want to chat with Albus. That old coot knew everything, why should this Yaxley business be any different?”
***
It's time once again for the Review Sing-A-Long!! The answer to the last one was "Eye in the Sky" by The Alan Parsons Project. Unfortunately not a single person even tried to guess this one. I suppose it was too obscure. Sorry about that.
Here's the next song. "What's your name?/Who's your reviewer?/Is he rich like me? Has he taken any time/To show you what you need to live?" Okay here's your clue--This song was from the psychedelic 60's it was performed by a group more aptly named for a group of monsters one would see on Halloween or even on a movie screen. There you go! Here's to everyone having a rad day!