Dreams In Time

TITLE: Dreams In Time 24 of ??
AUTHOR: Casey Snape
PAIRING: Snarry
MINOR PAIRINGS: Albus Dumbledore/Minerva McGonagall, Remus Lupin/Sirius Black, Draco Malfoy/??, Ron Weasley/??, Charlie Weasley/Poppy Pomfrey, Percy Weasley/Penelope Clearwater, Lucius Malfoy/Narcissa Malfoy, Cornelius Fudge/Gilderoy Lockhart, James Potter/Lily Evans Potter, Peter Pettigrew/Tom Riddle, Charlie Weasley/Neville Longbottom (1 sided??),
RATING: NC-17
FEEDBACK: caseysnape@yahoo.com
DISCLAIMER: Nope, Not mine, however much I might wish. If they were, they would be having hot, smutty man-sex 24/7, all within the confines of my personal viewing room. The characters and concepts in the following story do not belong to me. Ms. Rowling and all her assignees, publishers, etc… have that honor. .

WARNINGS: Parts of OTP & all of HBP and DH never happened. OOC. AU. Time Travel / MPreg / Graphic Sex / Rimming / Masturbation / Voyeurism / Mention of BDSM / Mention of Het. Sex / Bonding & Marriage / Dirty talk / Mention of Non-Con /

There is a lot of Poppy in this one, but I made up for it with a gratuitous Snarry smut scene at the end. No, read the whole thing first. Don’t just skip to the end.


From Chapter 23: THE OBSESSIONS OF THE UNBALANCED…

“If you could do that, Bill, I would be very grateful. Just let them know that I can take care of myself and will tell them what I can when I can.” Percy smirked into Bill’s shoulder. Yes, things were going exactly as Percy planned.

Chapter 24:

Present – Monday afternoon:
It was late afternoon when Lily and James finally woke up. Who knew that returning from the dead would be so tiring? They were delighted to find that, while they slept, Albus (or, more likely, Minerva) had had the elves supply their quarters with all the necessary items, including clothing and toiletries. After taking very long, very refreshing soaks in the oversized tub and a meal fit for a king; they felt ready to face the world – a world that was sixteen years older than they had last faced.

James sighed contentedly as he finished off the last bite of Yorkshire pudding. “Lils,” he started, “just how are we going to explain this?”

“I don’t know right now, but I’m sure Albus, Minerva and Severus will think of something.” She laughed as James made a face at the mention of their son-in-law. “James, don’t start that. You know that he is the reason that we are here. And you know how much Harry loves him. Plus, he is highly intelligent.”

James pulled another face. “I know. I know. It’s just – well, our son-in-law is our age. And, we never got to have Harry to ourselves, really. I mean, in school, he was with Snape. Then, he was born, and he was a baby. Just as he was getting old enough to talk to and everything, we were taken from him. When he comes back, he’ll be an adult – and with Snape – again. I think I miss the little boy that used to giggle and ride my foot around as I walked through the house.”

Lily got up and walked around to her husband. She touched his cheek gently before ghosting a kiss upon his lips. “I know, and I miss him, too. But, we do have our little goddaughter, Salena, and maybe…” She kissed him again, firmer this time. A mischievous gleam entered her eye. “You know, maybe I can help out a little.” She straightened up and backed away from him. She turned her slim back to him and smiled seductively over her shoulder at him as she dropped her blouse to the floor, revealing her bare skin. “I don’t know about the foot part, but I can definitely ride you…”

That was all she got out before James scooped her up and carried her to the bedroom.

They were not the only ones that were waking up.

Sirius reveled in the pleasurable pain that poured through his body as he stretched in the rumpled bed. Remus had kept him up for hours, alternating between making love in a maddeningly slow pace and hurriedly fucking as if their lives depended on how fast he could send them both over the edge. Muscles that he hadn’t used in years protested as he reached out a hand to scope the bed for his tawny lover. His hand came up empty. He opened sleepy eyes to look toward the cot where his daughter was sleeping. She wasn’t there either.

Instantly, Sirius was wide awake and alert. He shot up in bed, turning, trying to locate his family. He grabbed a pair of boxers from the floor and yanked them on as fast as he could without castrating himself in the process. He started toward the door, and then he heard it – Salena’s giggle and Remus’s lower, gentle chuckle. He eased the door open slightly, just enough to look out into the sitting room. Emotion filled him and overflowed from his eyes as he witnessed what had to be the most beautiful thing he had ever seen in his life.

Salena was lying on the floor in what had to be a new dress (in Gryffindor red and gold), chubby little legs kicking in the air as she giggled her little heart out. Remus, barefoot and bare-chested sat beside her, leaning over and blowing bubbles on her tummy. She had her little hands tangled in his hair. As he watched, Salena pulled her Daddy’s hair, tugging his face up to hers. She placed her tiny hands on his cheeks and pulled him down as she sat up and gave him the biggest, wettest kiss right on the nose. Remus laughed deeply, and Salena giggled even more.

Sirius pushed the door open and leaned on the frame, watching. Remus scooped Salena up and tossed her lightly into the air (only a few inches). He caught her and swept her up into a fierce hug. Salena placed her open mouth on Remus’s cheek and blew loudly. “Phoot!” Both of them looked up in surprise as Sirius started laughing.

Sirius crossed the room and dropped to his knees to sit beside his husband and child. He grinned up at them. “She was returning the favor – trying to blow bubbles for you like you were doing for her.” Remus grinned back at him as he lifted Salena up a little. He waggled his eyebrows at Sirius as he dropped his head down and blew long and loud against his daughter’s stomach, delighting in her elated squeal and subsequent chuckles. He kissed his daughter on the forehead. Then, he shifted and leaned across to his mate, taking Sirius’s mouth in a possessive kiss. The morning had done little to soothe the wolf’s need to be with his mate. “Good morning, love. Are you hungry?”

Sirius’s eyes darkened with desire as he nodded. He leaned forward to capture his husband’s lips again, only to stop when he heard his daughter’s voice ring out, “Hun-gee, daddy, Hun-gee!” Both men grinned. Remus rose, with Salena still in his arms, and held a hand out to Sirius. “Well, then,” the werewolf started, “ I suppose that means that other plans will have to wait,” he paused as he leveled a meaningful glance toward his lover, “while I get my best girl – and my best man – settled.” He pulled Sirius tightly to his side as Sirius stood up. He leaned close to his ear and lowered his voice to a darkly sexy growl, “then, after that, I plan to get my best man settled again – several times.”

Sirius swallowed thickly and nodded.

Past – Monday afternoon:
Harry was tired. All he wanted to do was eat, take a long, hot bath (preferably with Severus), and then shag the living daylights out of his husband until he fell into a sex-induced coma. He knew that Severus had to be exhausted, and a good fuck-till-you-drop marathon could be just what the mediwizard ordered. Life, however, never seemed to cooperate when you most need it to. On his way to dinner, he was detained by his…father.

Harry’s mind raced in ever-deepening circles as he tried to comprehend that this boy, who was only a few months older than he was himself at the moment, was, in fact, Harry’s father. ‘UGH!’ His tired brain screamed.

“Err..James,” he began, “what can I do to help you?”
James hid a smile at the look on his friend’s – correction, son’s – face. “I thought that you and I may talk for a little while – you know, get to know each other.” He motioned Harry into an empty room just ahead. “It seems to me that we have been given a most unique opportunity, and we should take full advantage of it, Son.”

Harry turned sharply to look at James. “What did…what…?”

This time, James let his grin show through. He looked around and then leaned forward, “I know who you are, or more likely, who you will be. I’d like a chance to get to know the man my son will become.”

Harry blinked back tears as he silently entered the room. He really didn’t want to cry in front of his father, especially after a statement like that. He had just about succeeded when he turned to look at James, who was in the middle of wiping his own tears from his eyes. Both men laughed, and let the tears fall. James was right. This was a chance neither one of them could afford to miss.

Present – Monday afternoon:
Classes were hell. Or, at least, as close to hell as one could get without actually dying first. Severus wanted a drink – badly – but he decided that he had been indulging in that vice too much since Harry travelled into the past. Most of his morning classes had been cancelled due to earlier events, but he was too much of a professional to cancel all of his classes. He decided that he should have – just this once. Or maybe he should cancel classes every day between now and the end of term. Every class brought thoughts of his young husband with it, especially the seventh year Gryffindor and Slytherin class that had just ended a few minutes ago. The empty seat, the unused cauldron – it was almost more than he could stand. In the end, he had had to call a halt to class a full thirty minutes early, or both houses would have gone into negative points.

He paced for several minutes, his mind racing furiously, before crossing his office to the fireplace. He scooped up a handful of floo powder and was about to toss it into the fireplace, determined to borrow the Headmaster’s pensieve, when there was a timid knock on the office door. Indecision ruled for a heartbeat, then two, before he disgustedly hurled the powder back into the jar and strode back across the room to angrily wrench open the door.

“What?” He half-yelled at the timid seventh year cowering in front of him. He dimly registered surprise – at the identity of his visitor and at the fact that said visitor did not urinate on himself from Severus’s greeting. He took a deep breath. “Mr. Longbottom, to what may I owe this dubious pleasure?”

Neville shifted nervously on his feet before taking a deep breath, steeling himself for talking to the Potions Master. “Well, sir, I wanted to see how C…Charlie was doing and if there was…was anything I could do to help?”

Severus gave a long put-upon sigh as he stepped back from the door and motioned the student in and to a chair. Now was as good a time as any, and it would allow him a chance to investigate the spell he had found earlier. He leaned on the front of his desk and crossed his arms in front of himself. “As far as I am aware, Mr. Weasley is resting comfortably with his older brother and parents. He should recuperate fully physically. Mentally? Well, one never knows about those things.” He tried to keep his voice calm and neutral.

Neville let out a breath that he wasn’t aware of holding. He had been really worried about the dragon tamer. “I’m sure his family will help as much as they can. They seem to be really close.” He started to get up, but was surprised with his professor waved him back to the seat.

“Mr. Longbottom, I found a spell when I was examining Mr. Weasley that left me most fascinated. I would appreciate the opportunity to discover why it was placed and by whom. I would also be most interested in removing the spell to see what difference it would make.”

Neville smiled, unsure of what this had to do with him. “Well, surely the Weasleys would not mind you doing some research, especially if it helped Charlie.”

Severus frowned, almost confused, before he remembered that he had not told anyone else about the spell he found on Longbottom yet. Merlin, it had been an exhausting day. “Wait here,” he snapped, and stalked over to the mantle. He picked up a handful of floo powder and called out for the Headmaster. When Albus answered, Severus could tell that the old man was as tired as he himself felt. “Headmaster, could you and Minerva please join me in my office forthwith? There is a matter I need to discuss with you both and I feel it could be most urgent.”

“Of course, Severus. Step back and we’ll come through.” Severus stepped back and allowed the couple to floo into his office. They were more than a bit surprised to see Neville Longbottom, bane of cauldrons everywhere, sitting nervously in the office. “Severus, I wasn’t aware of any problems caused by Mr. Longbottom in class today…,” Minerva started.

Severus interrupted. “No, Professor McGonagall. This is not about class. This is about earlier this morning.” He gestured both of them to a seat and offered all three guests tea and refreshments. He summoned a house elf and requested the required items. He then took his previous position against the front edge of his desk.

“When I performed the necessary spells to detect Mr. Weasley’s injuries, I noticed something odd. An inhibitor spell kept – blinking – on and off the parchment. I repeated it, with the same results, until I noticed that Charlie was still holding Mr. Longbottom’s hand.”

Albus interrupted him. “Of course! Of course! That is when you brought Mr. Longbottom over to me.”

A polite way to put it, as Severus saw it, but he agreed anyway. “Yes. When Mr. Longbottom was removed from the vicinity, the inhibitor did not show up.”

Minerva cut in this time, “So you believe that young Neville here has had a dampening spell cast on him?”

Again, Severus agreed. “I have not cast anything to ascertain whether that is indeed true, yet. I wanted…witnesses…just in case.”

“Yes, yes, my boy. Well, I’ll do the honors, shall I?” The headmaster’s twinkle was back with a vengeance. “Mr. Longbottom, if you don’t mind?” He motioned to the student to stand a few feet over. “This would, of course, explain so many things if it is indeed true.” They paused as the house elf popped back in with their tea. Severus placed the proper heating charms upon the items as they waited to see what the Headmaster would uncover.

The parchment wasn’t long by any means, but it was a start. There were three spells on the sheet – three spells that should not have been there under any means. Professor Dumbledore cast a series of spells both at the parchment and at the young Gryffindor before setting his wand down on the small end table. “Well, that is certainly interesting.”

He crossed the few steps between himself and Neville, and shocking young man and all the other occupants of the room, enfolded the student in a gentle hug. “I apologize for not catching this earlier, dear boy. We could have saved you so much trouble and grief.” He then led the stunned teenager back to his seat and began explaining what he found.

“I found three spells. The hex that Severus found was the strongest of the enchantments. It blocks Mr. Longbottom’s magical power – making him little more than a squib. The second was an eyesight hindering charm. It’s not enough to make you need glasses, my child, just enough to make things a little…uncertain.” He glanced at Minerva and Severus uneasily before he continued. “The third, well, to be truthful, the third one is the worst. If the first spell wasn’t already in place when it was cast, well, maybe things could be different. But, with that spell blocking your natural magic when this one was cast… I’m afraid that there is nothing we can do to reverse it. It is a sterility spell. You will never be able to father children.”

Neville blinked. “Oh. Well…oh. I guess…I don’t know. I’ve never really thought about… I just assumed.”

Minerva went over to the student and awkwardly put a hand on his shoulder. “Of course. It’ll take time to get used to. We’ll help, as much as we can – and we’ll be here to listen if you need it.”

Severus nodded in agreement even though the boy was looking at him to see it. Professor Dumbledore continued, “But, we can reverse the inhibiting spell and the eyesight charm. You will have to do some work, getting used to both the improved eyesight and increased power, but you should find that most tasks are accomplished with much less difficulty than before.” He smiled a little, sparing a glance toward his favorite former student, “even potions.”

Severus started at that, realizing for the first time that the inhibitor and the eyesight problems would have definitely affected the young man’s ability to brew. He picked up the conversation, “I would, of course, be willing to assist with any revision you may need in order to get your potion skills up to the NEWT level. We may even be able to go back and revise your OWLs as the spells would have been an external obstacle of which we did not have prior knowledge.”

Before we remove the spells, we need to contact his grandmother, Albus. She needs to know about these spells, and, for something of this magnitude, we need to get her permission.”

“You’re right, Professor McGonagall. I will contact Mrs. Longbottom this evening, and if she is available, arrange to remove the spells after dinner tomorrow evening.”

Neville nodded absently. “Who did this? Was it my Mum and Dad? Why would they do this?”

Albus moved his chair closer to the boy. “From what I can tell, all three of the spell was cast by a person named Polla Longbottom. Do you know who that is?” At Neville’s negative response, he continued in a lowered voice, almost as if he was simply thinking aloud, “Polla is Poppy Pomfrey’s real first name. I have never heard of another person named Polla before her. I believe – I may need to do some research and check with your grandmother to be sure, but,” he sighed heavily, “I believe Polla Pomfrey and Polla Longbottom are the same person.”

Present – late Monday evening:

Two of the best things about being a mediwitch, Poppy decided, were the ability to manipulate medical processes and be able to almost immediately see the results. She hummed softly as her wand went off; indicating the necessary time had passed. A dreadful smile flit across her lips as she performed the diagnosis charm and had the results transferred to the parchment that was on the desk. It was the same piece of parchment that had “brought” her such pleasure earlier in the day: the one simply entitled, ‘Weasley’.

A look of fiendish thrill transformed her face into hideous relief as she read the results. She threw her head back and cackled insanely. ‘Won’t dear Charlie be so overjoyed to hear the news?’ She thought to herself. She dashed across her personal lab to the potions cabinet to find the ones she would need. Another cackle of glee escaped her as she thought of how she had pilfered potions over the years from Hogwarts – ending up with the most extensive collection of remedies, poisons, and elixirs in all of Great Britain. All of her potions were personally brewed by the finest Potions Master in Europe, if not the world: Severus Snape, her poor, unwitting accomplice to the most diabolical plan ever to be formed.

She quickly found the potions that she needed. She knew, of course, that they had to be taken over a period of time in order to achieve the desired effect. The stabilizing formula would be needed first, then half-way through the regime, and again at the end, so she pulled three pale green bottles from the cabinet and lined them up on the counter. She quickly downed the first of the potions, grimacing at the vile taste that flooded her mouth. There was an hour before she could take the next mixture in the series. She quickly pulled the rest of the necessary potions from the cabinet: accelerated growth elixir, enhanced development tonic, on and on until the last one – a special potion that was developed especially for young Harry Potter’s use, not that he ever needed it. It was a precaution, one designed to borrow magical power from certain authority figures and transfer it to him before the final battle with Voldemort. “Yes,” she orated to the empty room, “it was most propitious that he never needed this particular recipe…”

She screeched with laughter as she set the last bottle down, not in the row with the others, but on top of the result listed on the parchment – the result that read ‘PREGNANT’.

Present – late Monday evening:

None of the newly-arrived Marauders were pleased by being summoned to the Headmaster’s office (“through the floo, if you would. We don’t want the students finding out about you and spreading rumors…”) so soon after returning. James and Lily were the first enter the office, followed very closely by Remus, Sirius, and Salena. Albus and Minerva quickly greeted them, and explained that they had thought it best to have the three adults and the baby checked out medically.

All the adults agreed, although somewhat reluctantly. Albus introduced them to a mediwizard, Daemon Ravensthorne, from St. Mungo’s. He explained that this person could be trusted with the knowledge of their return, as he was a cousin to Minerva. Daemon, as he insisted on being called, quickly checked Salena, who bit him when he tried to check inside her mouth, and pronounced her to be in perfect health. Remus and Sirius let out large sighs of relief at the pronouncement.

Next, he checked over Lily, then James, who were also in perfect health considering that they had been dead for the last 15-1/2 years. Last, he practically had to drag Sirius over to the examination area, then fend off Remus as he checked the animagus over. It was an especially difficult exam. Every time Daemon started to touch his patient, low growls would erupt from the patient’s husband and their young daughter. His patient would chuckle and then tell Daemon to proceed. Finally, the exam was over, and all were proclaimed fit and fine. He did suggest several nutrient potions as a precaution, and to slowly incorporate rich foods into their diets, and admonished both couples about the necessity of using protection, but that was all.

After a final caution from Professor Dumbledore about the importance and secrecy of the work performed in the office tonight, Daemon was allowed to leave. He chuckled ironically to himself as he opened the door to his cottage. As if anyone would believe him if he told them…

Elsewhere, Gilderoy Lockhart was working himself up into a fine tizzy. Cornelius had been an adequate fuck, but not up to his usual standards. And then, to top it all off, this ‘Master’ had taken over the Ministry. What good was having a so-so shag partner if the partner wasn’t in a position of power? He looked over toward the bar. There were a couple of candidates there, at least. Sighing, he steadied himself and made toward the bar. He had taken three steps when he felt a hand on his shoulder – Cornelius Fudge. Wonderful. He allowed the ex-Minister to lead him toward the door.

“Gil, sweetheart, I’m so glad I found you,” Fudge exclaimed. “I need to work off some frustrations. Also, we have plans to make – plans that will put me back in my office where I belong.” He let his eyes rake down Gilderoy’s body, “and, of course, I plan to take you with me when I go back…”

Lockhart did some quick thinking. If Fudge was back in office, and he – Gilderoy – was the Minister’s consort; well, he could put up with less than rousing rounds of ‘hide the wand’. And if Fudge didn’t get back in office, well, maybe he could find out who this Master was…


Present – early Tuesday morning:

Poppy groaned as she hung her head over the toilet seat and tried to evacuate her already empty stomach again. ‘Damn brat!’ she thought. ‘If it wasn’t such a big part of my plan…’ She heaved twice more and waited. After several minutes, she was sure that she was able to make it out of the bathroom. She cleaned her mouth and teeth and walked on unsteady legs to her worktable. Time for the next round of potions. Doing it this way, she would not have to be pregnant for long. Three months instead of almost ten was better in anyone’s view. She downed the mixtures cautiously. She did not want to undo all of her work by retching it all back up again.

A few moments and several swallows later, she made her way to her bedroom. She was randy – again. She knew there was a reason that she gave up cock so long ago. It was like an addiction. She wanted to feel it again, over and over as a hard prick thrust inside her. She hated this feeling of want and longing, of being incomplete and needy. She had never had this problem when she was with women. Fingers and even the occasional dildo never left her wanting more like this.

She reached over to the nightstand and picked up her wand. Tapping it in the air three times, she activated the charm left in place at Hogwarts. If he didn’t appear by midnight tonight, then she would increase the spell until he did so. She carefully placed her wand back on the nightstand and got undressed. Fully nude, she slid under the sheets. Poppy let her mind coast over her time with the young dragon tamer. As her mind drifted, she let her hands flow over her body: tweaking nipples harshly, patting the soon-to-be swollen tummy before coming to rest in the heated dampness between her spread thighs. She hated having to pleasure herself. She made a mental note to make Charlie pay for her having to resort to masturbation as she plunged two fingers into her ready opening.

It did not take long for her to climax. Pregnancy, it seemed, was good for some things and orgasms were only one of them. She fumbled for her wand and performed a half-hearted cleaning charm before letting the wand drop from sleepy fingers. She turned over and snuggled down into the bed and began to dream.

***POPPY’S DREAM***

She was to meet her father’s other family today. She was finally sixteen, and her father had been married for three years. “Today,” he said, “is very special”. It was his son’s first birthday. “My son will be great,” he had proudly told her. “His magic is strong. I think he may be the one that will help us defeat the Dark Lord. I’m so proud of him.”

Poppy was livid. Today was also her birthday, but he had not mentioned that. She had not received a single acknowledgement or present from him since she was four years old. And now, he was going on and on about this…this…brat as if he was the Savior of the Wizarding World. Of course, his wife, Alice, was not too much older than Poppy. That did not sit well with her. As if that wasn’t enough – they were here having a wonderful time and holding an extravagant birthday party for a mere babe while her mother was wasting away in a Muggle clinic for the destitute.

Well, she knew more than she let on. Her mother could never afford to send her to Hogwarts, but she had not stopped her from learning from other sources. Poppy had studied whenever she could; sneaking into libraries and bookstores and reading everything she could get her hands on. She developed special friendships with the decrepit old men that ran the Dark Arts shops in Knockturn Alley. These friendships were all the same: Poppy, flat on her back or up against the back of a storeroom door, moaning and crying out at all the appropriate times while the fools slavered over her body and took their own pleasure. They, in turn, had let her read and practice, teaching her methods and magic in return for the satisfaction of fucking her. After a particularly lively night of servicing three of the aged farts at the same time, she had been able to procure a wand from one of the back alley wand makers. She whored herself out for knowledge. She suppressed a laugh. When she got through with what she planned, they’d see just how wrong they were. . .

Her father introduced her to her grandmother and his wife as just “Polla”. Poppy smiled when she was supposed to and acted properly enchanted by the fat urchin drooling all over her best robe. Thoughts of ‘What a dreadful little beast!’ and the like ran through her mind the whole time she fawned over the family that didn’t want her. Alice, the idiot, even left her alone with the brat while she, Father, and Grandmother went to get Neville’s cake.
That was just the chance Poppy was waiting for. With a smile on her lips, she cast her spells. She bound the magic that her father was so proud of, making him just slightly more magical than her own mother. She couldn’t stand those eyes, so like her own looking at her. She decided to make him have trouble with those eyes, not enough that they could notice and fix – that would never do – but just enough to cause him problems. The last was the best, in her opinion. She cast a spell that meant that her little half-brother would not be able to perpetuate the family line. Any grandchildren for Frank Longbottom would come from her, and her alone.


***END OF POPPY’S DREAM***

Poppy smiled in her sleep as the images of that time flashed through her subconscious. She rolled over and let the dreams start again.

***POPPY’S SECOND DREAM***

Poppy screamed as she read the Daily Prophet. Her father, and his bitch, had been tortured into insanity by that stupid Lord Voldemort. They did not know if he would ever recover. She gripped the paper with both hands and ripped, causing the figures in the magical photos to scurry and hide. ‘How dare he,’ she seethed, ‘how dare that monster do that?’ She paced the length of her small room as her mind raced. How was she supposed to prove anything now? She needed to find some way to cure her father, to make his mind well again so she could show him just how much of a fool he had been all this time.

She looked at the bits of the newspaper still clutched in her hands. How could she do that? How could she heal him? Her eyes fell onto an article about the famous healer, Archimedes Q. Pomfrey, and how he was grieving over the loss of his poor half-blood wife to the hands of the same vicious creature that had caused her troubles. An idea formed in her head, and a laugh formed in her throat.

Two months later, and she had almost succeeded in her mission. Meeting Healer Pomfrey was easy enough, as was covertly casting the proper lust and love spells. He had quickly taken her into his bed, and into his heart. Today would be the final feather in her cap, so to speak. Today, they were getting married. Poppy smiled maliciously as she pulled on the dated wedding robes her mother had bought years ago in hopes that Poppy’s father would make an honest woman of her.

Later, as she waited for her husband to finish the consummation act, she happily thought of how her life was turning out. She was young, still just sixteen, and married to a notable healer. She was in the perfect position to learn all of his secrets and to build upon them to help her father.

Three years passed. Her mother finally died, and hope for her father had diminished. She had learned everything she could from her dull, old husband and become a fairly well-known healer in her own right. Really though, her husband was beginning to become a liability. He wanted her to have a child, to give him an heir for his family name. It was time, she decided, to become a widow. She began lining the pages of his books with powdered foxglove. She could see it working as he read, pausing every now and then to lick his finger and turn the page. It was weakening his already feeble heart. She waited until the time was right, and told him that she wanted to start trying for a baby. The idiot practically jumped for joy.

She cast an extra contraceptive charm on herself just to be safe. She led him into the bedroom and proceeded to work him into a frenzy. Just as he thought he could take no more, she mounted him. He barely got one stroke in before his heart gave out, leaving her free to find her pleasure elsewhere.

***END POPPY’S SECOND DREAM***

As the proper Widow Pomfrey, she was offered a position at Hogwarts. Her position gave her plenty of time for research and access to the best library (and Potions Master) available. Her experiments increased. She tried using students as test subjects, but found that they brought too much attention toward her wing of the castle; therefore, she began testing the potions and spells on herself. She never realized quite how dangerous this was…

Present – early Tuesday morning:

Severus sighed in his sleep as he slipped into a new dream. Harry, his wonderful Harry, was there. He was dreaming of the past, of a night shortly before Harry left. He smiled in his sleep even as a tear trickled from his closed eyes and remembered that wonderful night:

***SEVERUS’S MEMORY DREAM***

There was a sense of urgency that neither of them could place. School was over, having ended weeks ago, and they had just returned from Narcissa’s birthday party. The party had been spectacular; Lucius had pulled out all the stops. They had sipped champagne and danced between trips to quiet alcoves where they kissed each other dizzy. Sexual tension between the two of them seemed to be at an all-time high, which was saying something.

They barely made it back to their rooms before they attacked each other. The doorway opened, and Severus grabbed Harry as he backed through the door, seizing his mouth in possessive passion. Harry stumbled against him, trying to get closer to his husband and walk at the same time. The door slammed behind them and the wards activated. Severus pushed Harry roughly against the door. His lips left Harry’s as he traced the young man’s jaw line. “Here, now,” he whispered hoarsely against the smooth skin.

“Yesssss.” Harry murmured into Severus’s hair. He pushed back on Severus’s shoulders just enough to allow his hands to find the multitude of buttons on the front of Severus’s dress robes. “Damn buttons. They drive me mad,” he groaned as he began slipping the fasteners from their holes. Severus bit the soft skin below Harry’s ear. Harry howled and Severus took the chance to dig out his wand and cast a spell that left both of them naked. Harry wrenched the wand away from Severus and summoned the lube, dropping the wand in favor of catching the small glass jar. He placed the jar in Severus’s hand and took the lid off. He licked the thin man’s neck, mumbling words of love and requests of “hurry”, “now”, and “please”.

Severus was more than happy to oblige. He wrapped one hand around Harry’s strong thigh and lifted the leg, placing it around his own hip. He followed the enticing curve around to find the crease and the wrinkled pucker just beyond. Harry whimpered. Severus thought that he might have also. He left the delicious opening momentarily, seeking and finding the lube, and returned much to Harry’s pleasure. He dipped his fingers in, not nearly as slowly as he wanted, but in too much need to do anything else.

Harry moaned. “Yes, hard, just like that,” it came out like a prayer. Severus understood. They fucked too often for Harry to be really tight, anyway. He got more of the lubricant and slicked it onto his hard cock. His mouth found Harry’s as he lifted his mate’s other leg and positioned himself at the slick opening. Harry took the hint and pushed himself down on his husband’s cock. Both men screamed into the other’s mouth. It was so good. It was just what they needed.

Using the door and his lover for leverage, Harry lifted himself up and let gravity pull him back down. Severus claimed his mouth once more, his tongue viciously fucking Harry’s mouth in counterpoint to his cock fucking Harry’s body. It was delectable. Neither man could get enough. Faster and faster, harder and harder, they continued until the door was creaking and Severus was sure his legs were about to fall off. Finally, all too soon, Harry exploded, covering the minute space between him and Severus in loads of creamy, white spunk. The feel of his lover’s muscles clenching around him and the hot seed covering his stomach took Severus over the edge. He yelled incoherently into Harry’s mouth as he emptied his passion into his mate.

Harry let his head fall down onto Severus’s shoulder, slowly easing his cramped legs to the floor. “Merlin, Sev. I love you. I don’t know how I’d ever lived without you.”

Severus smiled, “I love you, my Harry.” He kissed Harry’s cheek gently. “I will wait until the ends of time for you, and do so happily, if only to be able to have you again in the end.”

***END DREAM***

Severus shifted in his sleep, a smile on his face and tears on his cheeks.