Another Dark Star

Chapter 30

The day the students left Hogwarts, Sadira was meant to be readying the house at Spinner’s End for the summer. Unfortunately Severus was ‘called’, his Dark Mark burned just as the couple arrived there. He told her to go to her flat instead and he would return to her there.

When she had gone, he touched his wand to the tattoo and Apparated to the Dark Lord’s side. He was relieved to find he was all but alone. Only that miserable piece of vermin, Wormtail, remained.

“Severus, my loyal servant, I assume you already know of the debacle at the Ministry?” Voldemort asked without preamble.

“Yes my Lord, I heard Lucius planned to retrieve the prophecy I informed you of and failed, costing him his freedom.” Snape replied, genuflecting before the tyrant then standing in front of him clearing his mind and schooling his features to appear indifferent to the situation.

“Yes, Malfoy will not be gone for long, but he will be punished. I WANTED THAT PROPHECY!!” he roared, then calmed immediately.

“Severus, it seems you are the only one I can trust to do anything right. You have served me well. Dumbledore trusts you still?”

“Yes my Lord. Although I regret to inform you I have nothing of use to report at this time. Sirius Black’s death at the hands of our own dear Bellatrix has put their plans on hold while they grieve.”

“Sentimental fools! This will work in my favour. We shall not be resting. The Dementors are still under my control and our faithful shall be by our side once again.” Voldemort said, sounding pleased with himself.

“And yet, Snape, you do not tell me all. I hear you were wed early this year.” He added with a hint of amusement.

‘Narcissa, bloody gossip.’ Snape thought briefly.

“Yes my Lord. I did not believe you would be interested in such trifles.” He replied in an obsequious tone.

Were it not for his Occlumency hiding the depth of his affection for her, he would truly be worried. ‘What would the Dark Lord be interested in Sadie for?’

“Pureblood, I take it?” Voldemort asked in a way that hinted that a negative answer would be unwise.

“Of course my Lord; the very purest. She is the daughter of Sirius Black and Delilah Prewett. Both of whom were purebloods of exceedingly long line.” He replied.

“Good. I also hear the girl is with child?” Voldemort enquired curiously.

“Yes my Lord, four months gone.” Snape admitted.

“Excellent! It is duty that Wizards increase our number and drive the Mudblood scum from our society where they threaten our heritage. The child will be privileged to grow up in the New Order. You should be proud Severus. As my trusted advisor, your child will be favoured.”

“Of course my Lord, thank you.” Snape replied subserviently.

“However, I must ask one small thing of you. Wormtail is becoming most tiresome of late and I must have some task for him. Therefore he will be staying with you this summer, to assist you where necessary. I trust your good lady wife will not object?” Voldemort asked, tauntingly.

“My good lady wife will be in London, preparing for the birth.” Snape ground out, knowing he daren’t refuse this inconvenience.

“Good Snape, I also want you to keep an eye on the Malfoy boy when school begins. He has joined our ranks, to atone for his father’s mistakes and try to rebuild his family’s favour. I have set him a task; to rid me of that meddling old fool once and for all. You are not to hinder him in this task, nor are you to aid him. This is his test, if he fails, he will be punished, but I want Dumbledore finished. One way or another he will trouble me no longer. He has until the end of the year to complete his task. Report to me his progress.”

“Yes my lord. Come Wormtail.” Snape barked the last part, making the pathetic Animagus jump.

When both Death Eaters arrived in Spinner’s End, Snape wrote Sadira an owl telling her not to move in just yet as he had an unsavoury house guest. She replied that she would continue packing what she didn’t immediately need and would visit him sometime soon but thanked him for the warning.


A few days later, Pomfrey called Snape back to the castle saying it was an emergency. When he arrived, she told him Dumbledore was injured and asked specifically for him. Rushing to the Headmaster’s office, he found him drifting in and out of consciousness due to the pain of a Dark curse that was spreading from one finger to his whole hand.

After some time and great effort, Snape managed to confine the curse to one hand and Dumbledore was conscious again. Severus was furious that Dumbledore made him promise to complete Draco’s task. Following that, the offer of the Defence against the Dark Arts position he had craved for so long felt like a poor excuse for a bribe.

When he began this life of secrets and subterfuge he was a young man whose life was empty, a chance for absolution. Bringing down the madman from the inside to protect the woman he loved, albeit unrequited, was all that mattered. Now that woman was dead and he had learned to love again, this time a woman who loved him in return and she was to suffer for his mistakes.

If he was exposed as a spy and a murderer, Sadira and their child would become social pariahs at best; at worst, the victims of vigilante justice. How would he protect her then? Dare he warn her, tell her what he must do? One thing he was sure of, that sneaky rat Pettigrew was going to have the most miserable time of his life for denying him the comfort and refuge of his wife’s company this summer.

The audacity of the pathetic vermin; daring to think he could spy on Severus Snape, the greatest spy of their time. At least it proved the Dark Lord’s faith in him. If he had serious suspicions, he would have sent someone of greater intelligence to spy on him



When Snape arrived home, Pettigrew was nosing about the place.

“What are you doing Wormtail? I did not give you permission to peruse my personal belongings.” He snapped when he noticed what Peter had in his hands; his wedding photo, the silver hand appeared like a part of the silver frame.

“That’s Sadira Prewett isn’t it? What do you have a picture of her for?” Pettigrew asked, twitching and watching ‘photograph Sadira’ reach up to ‘photograph Snape’ and stroke his cheek lovingly while he smiled down at her, her other hand clasped firmly in his.

“That is our Handfasting photograph; put it back before you break it.” Snape replied icily.

“You married her?” Peter gasped.

“She always was a pretty little thing. I remember once in the Burrow, she found me under her bed. It was the Easter of her seventh year and she had just got out of the shower, dripping wet and she’d dropped her towel.” He went on lasciviously, reminiscing.

In an instant, Snape had him by the throat, inches off the floor against the bookcases.

“How dare you speak about my wife in such a way? You will not even think about her like that in future, and trust me; I will know.” He spat venomously.

“B-But Severus, that was before your time.” The ratty man gasped. Snape grinned evilly.

“Oh but you are wrong. You see Sadira became my lover early in her seventh year at Hogwarts. While you were dreaming about getting your ratty little paws on her, I was busy fulfilling her every fantasy. You have no idea how sweet it was, taking her maidenhead so willingly given.” Snape gloated, dropping him to the floor.

“You lie!” Peter protested weakly. “You wouldn’t have risked your precious position like that?”

“Ah, but I’m sure you agree; Sadira would have been worth the scandal had we been discovered. After all, she begged me to make love to her. How could I refuse?”
Any answer Wormtail may have given was culled before he spoke as a handsome Barn owl rapped on the window.

“Ah, Xerxes! What news from your mistress?” Snape pondered aloud, letting the bird in and relieving it of its message.

“It appears my wife will be arriving in three days to discuss matters of a personal nature. During which time you will be in the cellar or your room.” Snape ordered lazily

“I do not have to do as you say.” Pettigrew whined.

“Are you abusing my hospitality already?” he snarled, wand raised at the ready.

“Of course not Severus.” He whimpered.

Snape ignored his toadying and scribbled a short reply, that the time and date of her visit were acceptable but the ‘guest’ was Pettigrew and he remembered her from his time as ‘Scabbers’. He attached the note to the bird’s leg and released him then turfed Wormtail out of the front room to enjoy his reading in peace.


As if Snape hadn’t enough to explain to his wife on her return, Bellatrix and Narcissa visited the next day and managed to corner him into making an Unbreakable Vow. Bellatrix had pressurised him by questioning his loyalty and Narcissa had pulled the crying woman trick.

Usually tearful women had no effect on him but she had brought up how Lucius had always been there for him when they were young and how Draco looked up to him. He doubted that last, but she also played on their new family connection, and a familial bond to the Malfoys was like a Mafia association.

Sadie was bound to murder him in her hormonal fury when she found out, and painfully too. This war had already taken its toll on their small family. How much more was to befall them before the end? ‘Damned women, trouble all of them. Perhaps he would get lucky and she’d kill those meddling Aunts of hers first?’


Still, he steeled himself, waiting for her arrival on the agreed day. He distracted himself by going through his library, considering his lesson plans for the new subject he would be covering that coming year.

He heard a firm tap at the door and all but leapt out of his chair and crossed the room in a few strides. He let Sadira in silently, bolting the door before she leapt into his arms and pulled him into a crushing kiss.

“Gods I’ve missed you.” She gasped breathlessly.

“Wait a moment Sadira.” He whispered, pointing his wand at the hidden door. “The damned pest has taken to eavesdropping on me.” He explained.

When he had assured himself the rat was elsewhere, he drew her down next to him on the threadbare sofa and pulled her to him, breathing in her familiar perfume.

“I have missed you too my Love. So much has happened this past week and I hate to say it but I cannot tell you much of it, for your own safety.”

“I understand Love; I just really needed to see you again. I hate being so far from you. I keep waking up and expecting to turn over and see you lying next to me.” She sighed, snuggling closer to him on the sofa and tucking her legs under her, having kicked off her white ballerinas.

“It has not been easy for me either. This will only get worse once I return to the school. I am disappointed that I will not be able to be there for you when you need me the most.”

“I know. At least I’ve had Tonks for company. She’s been at mine quite a bit lately. First Dad’s funeral, then she asked Remus Lupin out. He turned her down; something about being too old for her and his condition and lack of employment. She was heartbroken.” She explained.

“I don’t see why, she’s better off without the mangy bloody wolf.” He sneered.

“Severus! She loves him. Besides, people didn’t believe you would be any good for me and we’re happy aren’t we?” she defended, shooting him a dark look.

“By the way, how is our little one? Been giving you any trouble lately?” he asked, wisely changing the subject before she could get upset. He ran a hand lightly over her belly.

“Not so much, no. My sickness is all but gone and I’ve been able to eat better. Tonks says I’m looking better too.” She replied.

“You certainly are. You really are glowing my Love.” He murmured into her ear, sending a shiver through her body.

“I can’t believe you still fancy me like this.” She said in disbelief, gesturing to her slightly rounder tummy.

“You have always been attractive to me; knowing you are carrying my child in your womb makes you even more so.” He said, nibbling at her ear and neck.

She climbed onto his lap, straddling him suddenly and kissing him with increasing passion. He put his hands on her backside, pulling her closer to him and allowing her to feel his ardour.

“Are you sure it has nothing to do with my boobs getting bigger?” she asked cheekily.

“That may have something to do with it.” he replied in an offhand manner before returning his lips to her throat and collarbone, making her moan aloud.

“What about your... Ah!.. audience?” she gasped as he bit harder on her shoulder.

“That bloody rat has been boasting about getting his rodent jollies by watching you undress at your cousins’ when you were a teenager.” He growled.

“Let him listen! He will never touch you, especially like this.” He continued, running his hands over her breasts through the thin cotton of her yellow summer dress, tweaking her hard nipples, then running his hands lightly over her bare knees and thighs where the fabric had risen up. She attacked his buttons desperately; her breathing was heavy and her underwear was soaked.

“Did he also tell you how I used to call your name while I pleasured myself?” she asked huskily.

“He failed to mention that part.” He replied, his voice thick with desire.

“Let’s go upstairs.” She said, rubbing herself against him.

“You do remember the guest room is right next to ours?” he asked amusedly, regarding her curiously with one raised brow.

“We could always use a soundproofing charm.” She suggested, running her hands over his chest through his coat.

“Or not.” He replied with a wicked grin.

“Gods, I love it when you’re evil!” She moaned lustfully, kissing him fiercely once more, burying her hands in his hair, then darting up the stairs to their room.

She was out of her dress before he finished locking the bedroom door and she pounced on to the bed, making the old springs creak and squeak in complaint. She knelt on the mattress in a seductive pose, her red-brown curls tumbling freely over her shoulders and chest as she smiled back at him mischievously in just her plain white cotton underwear.
He stalked toward her like a predator, his eyes raking over her body as he undressed.

“I have been waiting too long for this.” He growled, climbing on top of her and claiming her mouth roughly.

“Me too Sev.” She gasped as she ran her hands down his bare torso. She hooked her hands under the waistband of his boxers and pulled them off.

While he went to work on removing her underwear, she gripped him firmly, slowly stroking the velvety smooth, hard member while he fervently kissed and sucked her breasts; reaching one hand through her dark curls to her moist slit, stroking a finger between her folds, making sure she was ready for him.

“Please Severus, I want you now!” She cried.

“Ssh! I want to be gentle for the baby’s sake. You aren’t making it easy.” He said, gently admonishing, yet smiling at her eagerness.

Clearly she had missed him as much as he missed her. He entered her slowly, as carefully as he had their first time, finding her just as taut as she had been then.

“Gods, Sadie, you’re so tight.” He moaned.

“I know; hormones.” She gasped in explanation and began bucking her hips up to meet his, desperate for the wonderful sensation of her husband filling her completely.

He moved slowly, gently, supporting his weight on his arms, trying not to hurt her but she wanted him closer, deeper. He soon gave up his honourable intentions as his lust took over, encouraged by her moans and pleading. He ploughed into her, kneading her breasts and licking her nipples and neck, kissing her deeply as he reached his climax, Sadira screaming her own release seconds later.

“Oh, Severus! Yes!”

He rolled off her immediately, not wanting to drop his whole weight onto her, but he pulled her to him in a warm embrace and she lay her head on his chest happily, both drifting to sleep in the comfort of each other’s arms.


When they awoke, it was early evening. They cleaned up and dressed slowly.

“Do you think he was listening?” she whispered.

“Probably. In fact I hope so after that lovely performance Darling.” He replied, smirking.

He kissed her shoulder before she pulled her dress over it, buttoning the floaty garment back up.

“I take it your fragile ego just got a boost?” she asked wryly.

“Not at all, but I do enjoy goading that scheming little toad.” He drawled, finishing the last button on his frock coat.

“Baby’s hungry Honey, do you actually have any edible food in this summer?” she asked jokingly, remembering the first time she tried cooking at his home.

“Nothing of quality, no.” He replied.

“Shall we go out to dinner then?” she suggested.

“An excellent suggestion my dear; an evening away from this miserable excuse for a house, and in such delightful company!” He said, kissing her hand and tucking it into his arm as they descended the stairs.


“Sleep well?” asked Pettigrew snidely.

He had indeed heard everything and was quite jealous of the man he had once tormented in school. He leered at Sadira, mentally undressing her and wishing he could have made her moan like that. Snape sneered threateningly at him, placing a protective arm around her.

“We are going out, Wormtail. You can amuse yourself. I expect you to clean up after yourself and stay out of my personal effects.”

“Where are you going?” Wormtail asked peevishly.

“Not that it’s any of your business, but my wife and I are going out to dinner.” Snape replied with a smirk.

“And if you have any more unexpected visitors, what am I to say?” he asked, glaring at the couple.

“What does he mean more visitors?” Sadira asked.

“Nothing.” Snape snapped as Pettigrew grinned.

“I suppose you’re right, Narcissa and Bellatrix have no further use for you now.” He chimed, happy to be getting Snape in trouble for once.

“Severus what is this idiot wittering about?” Sadira asked, irritated.

“I had a surprise visit from your two favourite aunts earlier this week, that's all.” He explained, glaring at Pettigrew; the man’s capacity for spreading discord had been greatly underestimated.

“Yes and now they got you to make that Vow they don’t need you anymore.” Pettigrew said gleefully.

“WHAT??” she shrieked as Snape hit Wormtail with a nasty hex and he fled to his room.

“Please Love; tell me that traitor was lying. You wouldn’t have made an Unbreakable Vow without consulting me?” she pleaded.

“I had to; Bellatrix doesn’t trust me, never has. She’s jealous of my position in the Dark lord’s favour and is constantly undermining me and questioning my loyalty. She can cause serious problems for me if I give her adequate fuel for her suspicions.” He tried reasoning with her, but she was already out the door in tears.

“DAMN!” he roared, kicking the coffee table, which instantly gave up the ghost. He knew she would have Apparated immediately. Pettigrew was going to pay for this!