A Perfect Match

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A/N: nearly there !


A PERFECT MATCH
By Geena


Chapter 37: Meet The Family


Snape rolled his eyes.

“Hermione, meet Christobal Di Matteo, my cousin. Christobal, I see you already know who Hermione is, but for the record, Hermione Granger, my fiance.”

The little man clapped his hands enthusiastically.

“I knew it, I knew it ! As soon as I saw that picture in the Daily Prophet I knew you had found your mate.”

Hermione raised an eyebrow when she looked at Snape, she certainly had not expected this kind of welcome !

Snape mumbled: “Never mind him, he’s the family geek.”

“I heard that cousin Severus !” he sounded hurt, but the twinkle in his eye gave away his amusement.

“Come, my mother is so much looking forward to see you again and I’m sure she’ll want to meet your lovely bride, oh she will be thrilled ! I must say we were quite worried when you didn’t show up for your annual holiday last July. We were ever so proud when we learned what you did at Halloween.”

They followed him through an enormous hall and entered a cosy sitting room. Hermione rather liked their host. He was a funny character and his babbling made her feel comfortable in some way.

“We were most surprised when Albus’ head appeared in our fireplace earlier this evening. He told us you were here on Malta and couldn’t find a way home. He assumed you would come here and he wanted you to know that he doesn’t expect you back until Christmas. Your interrupted celebration will take place at Hogwarts dg thg the Christmas banquet. He says all students will be present for that special occasion. Don’t you just love the guy ?” He winked at Hermione. “And of course you need some time to rest, especially with a baby on the way.”

Hermione almost choked. “Eh, Albus told you ?”

Christobal shot a quick glance at Snape.

“Not exactly. Hermione, how much did Severus tell you about his family ?”

She saw Snape was getting uneasy.

“Er, not much.”

“I see. Shame on you cousin !” After he shot a dark glance at Snape he turned back to Hermione. “You must think I’m a freaking lunatic ! Let me tell you a little bit about the Di Matteo family.” Hermione was all ears now and didn’t even notice Snape was leaving the room.

“Well, where shall I begin ? Let me see...Right. Maltese wizards are kind of special. Our magical powers go way back. I take it you know about Stonehenge in England ? Well, we have several similar pre-historical sites here on Malta, all wizard-related, but the archeologists don’t know that of course. These sites were constructed near ritual grounds to perform magical ceremonies. That’s where we come in. Ahem, no, not exactly … er … what I’m trying to say is that in every generation, a wizard-priest is born into each Maltese wizard family. I am the current Di Matteo-priest and as soon as my gift became clear, I was sent off to a special school for wizard-priests, a lot like your Hogwarts actually. Don’t ask me to tell you it’s name or where it’s located, for I’m not allowed to tell you. Anyway, because of my training and my gift, I know and sense things other wizards cannot. No one had to tell me you are an expecting mother and cousin Sus ius is the proud father.”

Hermione tried to understand, but something was bugging her.

“If wizard priests are so special like you say, why weren’t they included in the fight against Voldemort ?”

He sighed deeply.

“Well, would it make you feel better to know that the Aurors are trained by priests ? Guiding the Aurors was the only thing we could do to help. You must understand, becoming a wizard-priest is a very difficult and hazardous task. It involves some incredibly complex magic, many of it related to the Dark Arts. There is a thin line between the white magic of a priest and the dark power of a Death Eater. The Ministry would not take the risk of loosing even one priest to the dark side, whether it was by own choice or by force. One priest turning to the dark side would have a bigger impact than ten Voldemorts. I think you know Severus was a Death Eater ? I’ve always feared he was more susceptible to Voldemort’s attraction because the blood of the Di Matteo priests runs through his veins. It can be a terrible burden.” He sighed again and looked at her, smiling. “I’m going to leave it there for now, before I loose myself in complaints about my tasks in life. If you have any more questions about the family, don’t hesitate to ask, I know my cousin very well and I know he doesn’t like to talk about himself.”

Hermione smiled. “I always thought he must have had a terrible childhood and that was the reason why he became a Death Eater. Silly, no ?”

Christobal scraped his throat. “Er, that’s not totally besides the truth. It’s not really my story to tell, but I think you have to know so you can be prepared when Severus brings it up, and I suspect he will, in time. My aunt Maria, his mother, and Llewellyn, his father, were both killed by a dragon when he was barely 6 years old.”

Hermione spread her eyes and dropped her mouth, but let him continue.

“He has lived with us ever since and his childhood was a rather happy one, however, I don’t think one can ever forget the image of one’s parents being devoured by a monster.”

“He SAW it ?” Hermione’s eyes widened in astonishment.

“Alas, yes. My father had gone after them, but he came too late and was only able to save Severus. Foolish Llewellyn, he always wanted to fight dragons to prove himself worthy to be married to a member of our family and by doing so he destroyed his own family.”

“Why dragons ?”

“Most of our ancestors were knights, you know, the Order of St John ?”

Hermione nodded. “Yes, Severus told me about the Grand Master.”

“Oh, did he ? I’m glad he told you that much at least. Well, our famous Di Matteo Grand Master reportedly killed some nasty dragon in the late Middle Ages - early Renaissance period. His sword is still on display in the Grand Masters Palace.”

“Severus killed Lucius Malfoy tonight, with a sword.”

“With a sword you say ?” Christobal chuckled. “So he did learn something from following me around.” Then he pauzed. “As for Malfoy : about time, I’d say.”

The playful look in Christobal’s eyes had totally disappeared and if she ever thought he resembled Snape … his face was a spitting image of Snape’s right now.

“You knew him ?”

“Not in person, but I know enough ABOUT him to be more than happy he’s gone.”

“Isn’t that a very un-priest-like attitude ?”

“Never forget I’m a wizard first and foremost, and he was the one that dragged Severus into that Death Eater-rubbish. Maybe we don’t always act like it, but Severus and I are very close.”

“Oh, I could tell that. You’re constantly at each other’s throats, but you cannot hide your love for one another.”

“I guess you’re right about that. We’re about the same age and I was the first he actually confided in after the incident with his parents. I remember him telling me he was glad I was going to be a priest because then I wouldn’t run off and get killed by dragons.”

“Oh, that’s so sad !”

“Indeed. I know it should have been up to Severus to tell you this, but I think it’s still too difficult for him, even after all these years. Maybe now you know, you’ll understand why he’s so reluctant to show his emotions. His deepest fear is being left alone again, or worse: bringing harm to his loved ones. After all, if it hadn’t been for him – a child slowing them down – hisentsents might have been able to escape. Never underestimate a child’s feeling of guilt.”

She nodded. What Christobal had told her was just awful and she couldn’t even imagine how he must have felt ! She needed to go see him, not knowing what to say, but she desperately wanted to be with him and hold him.

“He’s with my mother at theent,ent, but I think your rooms should be ready by now. I have extended the guest quarters for your stay. You are in the Blue Room.”

Hermione was familiar with the housing of wizard families ever since she had visited the Weasleys. Even though the palacio had looked big from outside, she knew it could never contain enough space for the entire family that seemed to be living here.

After Christobal informed her breakfast would be served at nine, she wished him goodnight and went up to look for her room. When she saw a door with a golden label saying ‘Blue Room’, she entered. Snape was already there.

“I take it Christobal has told you about my parents ?” He was very pale and looked a bit insecure. She ran to him and threw hems ams around him.

“Oh Severus, it must have been so horrible !”

She kept hugging him when he stiffened and pulled him onto a sofa. He had his head down and started trembling.

“I’m sorry I’ve never had the guts to tell you. You must feel I don’t think very highly of you.” He said in a shaky voice.

She kissed him and patted him on the back.

“Of course I understand. I wouldn’t expect you to make love to me and then go ‘oh, by the way, did I tell you …’ No, I believe you would have told me when the time was right and I think I will want to hear it from you way way you experienced it, but that doesn’t have to be now. Take all the time you need. When you’re ready, I’ll be there for you.”

He leaned against her and she rocked him, holding him tight.

They sat like that for a while, then he stood up.

“Well, what do you think about my family so far ?”

“Er, I’ve only met Christobal and if he’s anything to go on, I’d say they’re pretty wonderful. Is he always that energetic ?”

He smiled.

“Oh yes, he reminds me a lot of Flitwick.”

She giggled. “Yes, totally ! But he looks more like you though.”

“Hmmm, you trying to let me know gently I need to go on a diet ?”

“No way, silly. I just meant his hair and his eyes !”

“Ahaaa. Well, I’d better be off now. They gave me the Amber Room.”

She looked up. “You mean you’re not staying ?”

“Oh no, I wouldn’t want to vex my aunt. Remember, Malta is veeeeery Catholic and they don’t like an unmarried couple to spent the night together.”

“Er, isn’t it a bit late for that ? Besides, they’re wizards, what would they care about Catholic beliefs !”

“I know, I know and believe me, I’ve been begging for the last half hour to let me stay with you, but it’s like talking to a brick wall with that woman !”

Hermione laughed. “Can’t you sneak back in ?”

“Are you crazy ? With a wizard-priest around ? Christobal would know I was here before you did ! And believe me, he would be more than happy to tell his mother his beloved cousin was defying her orders.”

“You make it sound like she’s the aunt from hell !”

He mumbled something like “very much so”, but then he grabbed her and a spark lit his usually cold eyes.

“Unless we get married as soon as possible.”

Hermione opened her mouth.

“You mean …”

“Tomorrow ! Christobal can perform the ceremony …” but she interrupted him.

“Wow Severus, aren’t you going a bit too fast here ? I thought we agreed not to hurry the wedding ?”

“Yes I know, but …”

“Have you changed your mind because of the baby ?” She didn’t like this even a little bit, she wouldn’t want him to marry her for the baby’s sake.

“No of course not, I couldn’t care less about the baby …” and then seeing the horrified look on her face he corrected: “Er, that didn’t come out the way I meant it.”

“Hm. I see.” She gave him a fierce look and for a moment he thought he had ruined it, but then she laughed: “you should see your face ! Severus, I know you want the baby, believe me, you’ve made it quite clear already, and thanks for reassuring me you’re not marrying me because you feel you have to do the right thing. It’s just that when you suggested to get married tomorrow, it kind of sounded like that to me.”

“Ah, I can clear that up for you if you like.” She looked at him in anticipation.

“Go on. I’m waiting.”

“My dear Hermione. If I say I want to marry you tomorrow, I say this because: a. we are on one of the most romantic islands I know, surrounded by my family AND in the presence of a priest, b. we have a few days off to enjoy a honeymoon, which we otherwise would have to postpone until after the baby is born and then we’d have to leave him or her behind somewhere and most importantly c. because I couldn’t keep my hands off you for one more day. Now, what do you say ?”

She laughed her head off and managed to giggle: “That you’re totally insane and I love you to pieces.”

Then she jumped into his arms, gave him a sloppy kiss and cried out: “Yes I’ll marry you tomorrow, you crazy professor. Now go to your room or I’ll have to spank you !”

“Is that a promise ?” he laughed and closed the door on his way out before she could throw one of the sofa’s cushions towards him.


TBC
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