Another Dark Star

Chapter 20


Snape was not impressed that Sadira had, albeit inadvertently, spilled the beans on their romantic wedding. He made sure she made it up to him properly! Their relationship was back to how it had been when she was a student; sneaking into his rooms late at night and sneaking out again early in the morning. There must have been something to do with the Vow he hadn’t found in his research, or just typical newlywed affection but she had certainly become even more amorous since their big day. It was the first time in a long while he had actually felt old and tired. This witch was going to be the death of him, but what a way to go.

Truth be told, she had the same insatiable effect on him and he was only surviving due to daily doses of strengthening solution. He was having to brew a fresh batch and took the opportunity of a free day in his lab to brew a batch of her usual contraceptive potion at the same time. She was capable of doing so herself but when something affected his life in such a serious way he wouldn’t trust anyone else with it, especially within his area of expertise.

He didn’t believe he was the parenting type; after all he had no experience with small children, hated his students and his own parents had hardly given him a good example to learn from. Sadira had agreed with him that she was too young to start a family and had only just started with her career, but he believed that she was just as scared of failure as he was. She at least had experience with her young cousins. Whatever the reasons, he was glad in one selfish way; he had only just wed her and he wanted her all to himself for some time yet. He was even considering selling the house in Spinners End and buying a cottage in Hogsmeade so she could be closer once she returned to her usual duties.


Umbridge, meanwhile, was becoming obsessive in her quest to discover what Potter and his little pals were up to. This became the Snapes’ downfall. They began to get complacent, believing she was otherwise occupied. In fact, her frustration at being unable to expel Potter or displace Dumbledore had her on the warpath, getting at anyone else in the interim. She remembered every bit of gossip she had heard about them and she hadn’t believed Dumbledore’s lame excuse for their mutual absence in March.

If her suspicions were correct and they were carrying on an illicit affair this could be just what she needed to discredit Dumbledore further; allowing staff to carry on in an immoral manner. The sordid secret would have parents clamouring for his removal once it got out. She had only to bide her time and soon she was bound to catch them in a compromising position. That pathetic squib Filch was only too keen to do her dirty work for her. She had him follow the two professors to Snape’s rooms and when Sadira still hadn’t left at 1.30am Filch told Umbridge they were there for the night.


Five in the morning, Sadira was about to return to her own rooms but held Severus a little too long at the door for a lingering kiss.

“Aha! Caught in the act!” Umbridge shouted, causing the pair to break apart in surprise. “How dare you display such disgraceful behaviour? No wonder the students have such a problem with discipline if their teachers, who are meant to be setting an example, are carrying on like a pair of oversexed teenagers!” she ranted.

“I beg your pardon, Professor Umbridge, but I see nothing disgraceful about a man kissing his wife!” Severus said in his most icy, dangerous tone; placing a protective arm around Sadira. Well, the cat was out of the bag now, no point lying any more.

“Wife indeed? We shall see about this!” she spluttered, storming off to have words with Dumbledore.

“What do you think the miserable cow will do now?” Sadira asked, turning back into his embrace.

“I have no idea and frankly I don’t care. I am finally able to show off my beautiful wife. I have grown tired of hiding you like some tawdry secret. I am quite proud of you, you know.” He said, kissing her again.

“Well, if it’s all going to come out now I’d best be ready for a fight. I’m going to get dressed and I know just what I’m going to wear.” She said mischievously.

“What do you have in mind?” he asked suspiciously.

“Oh don’t worry; nothing trampy. Only, in case she makes some complaint about our age difference, I want to look mature and professional. I’ll make damned sure no-one accuses you of preying on an innocent young woman!” she assured him.


That morning, before breakfast, all the staff were called to the staff room for an impromptu meeting. Some were wide-awake, some half-asleep and all were curious. All that is except the two who had been the cause of it, who came in last. Dumbledore looked amused and Umbridge looked particularly spiteful. Severus was unreadable as usual, that is until Sadira came in last of all.

She had put her hair into an elegant up-do and was dressed in formal but sexy cream silk blouse unbuttoned slightly to showcase her ample cleavage, tight knee length black pencil skirt and peep toed stiletto platform shoes.

When she turned to shut the door, he noticed she was wearing seam stockings and felt his cock twitch. She looked like a glamorous fifties film star or a saucy secretary with her red painted lips, perfect porcelain complexion and feline black eyeliner. He gaped when he saw her, but caught himself before anyone saw him. She had dressed like this to give the impression that she had seduced him, so if blame were to be laid it would be her who was asked to leave. She sat next to him, bracing herself for what was to come. He leaned down and whispered into her ear.

“If you wanted ravishing, you didn’t have to work so hard, you could just ask. Are you determined to torment me all day looking like that?” She flushed slightly, smiling.

“If we survive this, I’ll make it up to you later.” She purred back.

“You’d better,” he replied huskily as Dumbledore stood to speak.

“Very good; thank you all for coming so promptly. I apologise for calling a meeting so early. I have an announcement to make to the students this morning and I wanted you all to know before it becomes general knowledge.” He told them. Umbridge snorted derisively at this but said nothing.

“I take great pleasure in announcing that our own Severus and Sadira have got married.” Dumbledore said proudly.

Whatever the staff had been expecting him to say, it certainly wasn’t that. Jaws dropped and they all stared at the newlyweds. Minerva had her lips pursed, looking less than amused. Filius and Pomona began gossiping. Aurora Sinistra looked particularly put out as she had once had a ‘thing’ for the dour Potions professor which had gone quite unnoticed. Hagrid and Hooch both looked quite amused and were grinning. Everyone else looked quite bemused.

“Lovely as this little get together is Professor Dumbledore, the object of today’s meeting is to discuss what is to be done about this situation.” Umbridge shot snidely.

“What precisely are you wittering about?” asked Snape, irritated.

“We certainly cannot have her continue to teach under her maiden name. No, that will not do.” Umbridge replied, gloating. She was annoyed at having her victory snatched away from her and was making things difficult in petty revenge.

“Professor Umbridge, the only reason I have been continuing to teach under my maiden name is to avoid confusion. It would be most perplexing for the students to have two Professor Snapes.” Sadira defended.

“One is bad enough!” someone muttered, to muffled sniggers.

“Nevertheless, that is your name and title and I will have things done properly in this school.” Umbridge replied.

“Yes it is.” Sadira confirmed, “What do you suggest then?” she asked Dumbledore. He looked thoughtful for a moment, then his blue eyes gave their trademark twinkle.

“Perhaps there is a solution that will allow Sadira to use her married name, as I’m sure she would like to, and still avoid confusion. Pomona, Poppy and even on occasion yourself Dolores, are often known by another title; Madam. Would that be suitable do you think, Sadira?” It was her turn to look thoughtful, and she broke into a mischievous grin.

“Madam Snape, eh? Yes, I believe that would be acceptable.” She conceded.

“There then, we have an agreement. And may I be the first to offer you my congratulations.” Dumbledore finished.

“Thank you Headmaster,” Sadira said graciously, allowing him to take her hand. “But Remus Lupin was the first to congratulate us.” She added in a whisper. The old gentleman looked pleased at this and smiled. Severus quirked a brow, but said nothing.

“Yes commiserations, I mean congratulations.” Said Sinistra, jealously. Sadira gave her a death glare that Severus himself would have been proud of.

“Of course this means that Sadira will be moving into Severus’ quarters.” Dumbledore added. Sadira’s face lit up, and Severus was visibly surprised. Umbridge however looked about to bust a blood vessel.

“What?! Preposterous!” Umbridge spluttered.

“It is unlawful for any person, party or organisation to force spouses to live separately. Surely you know that Madam Umbridge, as a member of the Wizengamot.” Dumbledore said levelly. She was not happy; this hadn’t gone the way she had planned.

“I am glad you’re wearing that outfit now. Just wait till I get you in our room.” Severus muttered into Sadira’s ear making her shiver, both from his hot breath on her neck and anticipation of what he had in store to celebrate her moving in with him.
As the staff filed out for breakfast, Minerva pulled Severus aside with a murderous look.

“I knew, four years ago I knew! First when Marc Daniels made a complaint, and then your disgusting display with her at the Leaver’s Ball. You are a disgrace, Severus Snape!”

“That’s as may be Minerva, but it is none of your business now. Besides, I made an honest woman of her at last.” He replied, smirking and swept out of the staff room before she lost her temper.


When Dumbledore made the announcement at the breakfast table, he may as well have said that Voldemort had a sex change and was going by the name of Lola. The students choked, spluttered and gaped. Surely they misheard him? But no; there was Snape, smirking like he’d won the lottery, sat next to the pretty young Ancient Runes teacher and leaning toward her with a proprietorial air. Some of the Slytherins showed loyalty to their Head of House with a brief and sedate round of applause but they were as bemused as the others.

Some students suspected foul play, probably involving Amortentia. Some wondered if Snape had a fortune stashed away somewhere and she married him for his money. Some, mostly 6th and 7th year boys who were enamoured of her, were sickened at the thought of the foul old bat kissing and touching the lovely young witch. Still others began to view their teachers differently. Of them some began to suspect Sadie of a hidden dark and twisted side, and they wouldn’t be far wrong.

However a tiny minority began to look for a side to Snape they had previously believed didn’t exist. He must love her to have married her, mustn’t he? Therefore under all that nastiness he must have a heart. And what was it about him that attracted a good looking, curvaceous young Auror to him in the first place? She was young enough to have been his student at one point. How could he have persuaded her if he had been as cruel in her classes as he was with theirs? Sure, she was a Slytherin but even if she was teacher’s pet he would have had a go at her sometimes.

The Great Hall buzzed with questions as students who had just come in were told the news by their shocked housemates.


Ron, Ginny and the Twins were gobsmacked.

“Mum never said anything to us about this!” Ron said.

“Why, would you have wanted an invite?” Harry joked
“No, but it would have been nice to have had some warning. Everyone knows she’s related to us, I’m gonna get so much stick!” Ron moaned.

“Do you think he’ll be nicer to you now he’s your cousin?” Harry asked.

“Not ruddy likely is it? Besides, Sadie doesn’t even show she likes me that much either. Fred and George were always her favourites. And Charlie.” Ron replied.

“She looks happy though. “ Hermione interjected.

“Yeah, and look at Snape. I don’t think he could look more pleased with himself if Umbridge dropped dead and Dumbledore gave him the Dark Arts job!” Ginny agreed.

The Slytherins seemed pleased for their Head of House. All except Malfoy that is.

“Who’d have thought old Snape would have found a witch desperate enough to marry him?” Nott remarked.

“Yes, I wonder; what does she see in him?” Millicent added.

“Well it’s obvious what he sees in her. Check out her tits in that blouse; lucky bastard.” Nott added.

“Don’t be so vulgar, Nott! As for what he can offer her; when the Dark Lord ascends, Snape is right in the inner circle, with Father. And she is a descendant of the house of Black.” Malfoy muttered. “Power is incredibly attractive, and Black women have always been attracted to powerful men.”

“She’s not all that attractive anyway.” Blaise remarked and Pansy tittered appreciatively at the snide. “When’d this happen anyway Malfoy?”

“No idea, she wasn’t wearing a ring when I went to see her.” He mused aloud.

“When did you go to see her?” Pansy asked.

“I went to visit her in the hospital wing. She is my cousin.” He defended. “They must have had the wedding when they went missing that weekend.”

“How does it feel being related to our Head of House?” asked Nott snidely.

“Same as you I expect. We are all related, you amoeba-brained plebiscite.” Malfoy snapped.

“Still, he looks happy doesn’t he?” Blaise remarked.

“I’m not surprised; from what I’ve heard, she’s quite the little hellcat!” Malfoy smirked.

“I propose a toast; to Mr and Mrs Snape, may their children look like her!” Nott joked, and the others joined him, laughing.