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Anise was thinking hard about Severus Snape. He was a hero. Anise remembered what her father had told her about him. Her older brother was even named after him. Anise played with the time turner she was given last year as she thought harder about it. Anise could get Hermione and Snape together if she knew what made him tick. When he was Hermione’s age, he probably was a lot nicer.

Nineteen seventy-seven was the year that Snape had the most contact with the Potter’s according to her dad that was the changing point. Anise idly played with the time turner and set the dial. At least if nothing else she could see what her grandparents were like.

Anise knew that she would have to reset the time turner to come back before the end of the weekend. Otherwise, someone might suspect. Anise looked around furtively and then let the spinner go. The world began to rewind, Anise felt nausea sneak up on her, and she tumbled back into the past.

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Severus Snape was sweating buckets as he pumped harder into Hermione Granger. His potions lab was wrecked. Bottles were overturned on their sides as the couple feverishly ground against each other. Hermione’s face was contorted in rapture as Severus slammed again and again. Hermione’s eyes glowed from the root of her orgasm and she hissed, clawing into Severus’s back.

“Harder… Sevvvvvverus…”Hermione whimpered.

Hermione gyrated wildly as the Potions Master bore down on her, rougher and harder then before. Severus felt like he was exorcising a demon. In truth, he kind of was. Hermione was needy all the time with this strange spirit inside of her. Severus had never had to take so many pepper-up potions before in his life. Not even during a Dark Revel.

Hermione arched again, shuddering as wetness exploded, soaking his cock as it slammed repeatedly into her wet, juicy center. Severus groaned, trying to hold back as her cunt tightened around his thick girth and he bucked up suddenly, exploding into her.

“Take that, you infuriating know-it-all!” Severus jerked stiffly and pressed his face into her neck. Hermione laughed and Severus winced as she contracted onto his still sensitive cock. Severus moaned slowly as she squeezed him again, her eyes sparkling darkly at him.

“What kind of crack was that?” Hermione murmured and licked the side of his neck.

Severus growled at her and panted slowly, willing his heart rate to recede. “I don’t know what you mean.” Severus nipped her shoulder playfully with a snarky smile.

Hermione struggled under his weight, and she lightly touched her fingers to his hair, brushing it aside. “The spirit is getting stronger.”

Severus rolled over so Hermione was lying on top of him. He heard the worried tone in her voice.

“I know.” He gently stroked her back, keeping him inside her.

Hermione sighed and pressed her face to his chest. “I didn’t see another option Severus.”

Snape shivered when she said his name and he reached up and played with a loose curl. He did not want to think about the implications of the spirit possessing Hermione. It made him scared to think that he could lose her again.

“Severus?” Hermione spoke again.

“I’m thinking.” Snape was a naturally cautious and thorough man. His studies so far had indicated that possession could become permanent when the other personality took over completely. The potential cure was exorcism. However, Exorcism is reserved for demons specifically, but not for more banal spirits. Besides, results from exorcisms rarely were good.

“You do realize that nothing will ever happen to you as long as I am here, right?” His tone was quiet but fierce.

Hermione felt something warm unfurl deep inside her. His arms wrapped around her, holding her to him. Hermione closed her eyes as she felt the spirit respond to Severus’s words.

“I started doing wandless magic the other day.” Hermione whispered.

“I was reading a book on charms, and I was thinking that I really wished I had a marker, to mark the page, and then suddenly the book was gone and I was holding a yellow marker. It was like transfiguration without a wand. It scared me.”

Severus nodded. He had witnessed Hermione speaking in tongues earlier. She had not realized that she had done it and when she came out of it, suddenly, Severus knew he could not tell her.

Severus hushed her and pressed a kiss to her lips. “We will figure it out. Even if I have to go to Hades myself.”

Hermione choked back a laugh. “It’s Haiti… Not HADES.”

Severus smirked. “Bloody know-it-all.”

Severus felt her arousal and could see the flush of her eyes. “You’re trying to kill me witch.”

Hermione shuddered at his dark tone. “I don’t know why, It loves it when you are mean to me.”

Severus laughed painfully. “It’s a good thing you are with such a bastard then.”



Suddenly, the door to the Potions room slammed open and Harry entered carrying Anise. Anise was limp in Harry’s arms, covered in blood and looking very pale. Harry had a new gray hair and he looked frantic.

“Someone used your bloody curse, Snape.”

Severus jumped out of bed and grabbed a robe. His features grim, he stalked over to the couch where Potter had laid out Anise. She looked chalk white, tearstains streaked her dirty face.

“Someone did this to her and then left her on my couch at my house!” Harry shouted and looked murderous.

“Hermione, I need some blood replenishing potions. NOW.” Severus flicked a glance back at her and she hurriedly threw on her robe and raided his stores.

Severus gently turned Anise’s face to the side and then lifted her shirt where the cuts deepened.
Harry had stopped the bleeding but she needed to replenish her blood. Hermione offered Severus two small bottles and he dropped the contents into Anise’s mouth. Anise gasped with the influx of liquid and coughed harshly.

Severus murmured.” Yes, it does not taste good does it, little one. Swallow it all.”

Anise blinked into Severus’s eyes as she awoke and then looked to Hermione in awe. Anise raised a hand to touch upon Severus’s face. “You suffered so much.”

Severus looked uneasily at Hermione and Harry. “She’s delusional. She needs rest.”

Hermione nodded to Harry and Harry picked up Anise. “I will take her to Madam Pompfrey’s. I have no idea how this happened, but I will find out.” Harry carried her out, leaving Severus and Hermione alone.

Severus looked disturbed and he glanced at Hermione.

“Some of the students have been getting attacked. This would make the third one in 2 months. All of them have the same symptoms. Rumors in Knockturn Alley suggest that Greyback’s is starting an army. They say that he got the idea from Lupin. Werewolves are already a sickeningly powerful threat, but with the combination of being full-grown wizards and with the strength of being able to control it like Fenrir does, they would be lethal. The students that survived have turned. These students will be used to create a new army. It’s also said that another Death Eater is among them, leading them.”

Hermione turned to look at him in shock. “Why have you never said anything before?”

Severus regarded her strangely. “Well, you have your hands full with working on getting better. Besides, the last attack before tonight was a few months ago. To be honest, being with you made me forget.” He looked sheepish for a moment.

Hermione shook her head. “Those poor children. Condemned for life for something they cannot control.”

“Yes, and that tends to make them perfect supplicants to an alpha male, like Fenrir.” Severus added, before rubbing his chin.

“I need to go check on Anise … err Ms. Potter.” He looked angry but mostly worried. Hermione could tell the difference now.

Hermione shooed him and turned back to her books. She needed to have her wits about her if they were going to figure out what to do about Fenrir.


Harry Potter was pacing outside the door of the Infirmary. His little girl was hurt badly and he wanted to make sure it did not happen again.

“Hello Potter.” A man’s voice rang out in greeting.

“Carrington….” Harry absently nodded to the other Auror who walked the length of the hall.

“The Ministry sent me over to get a lead on these attacks.” The usually grim Auror looked a little annoyed now.

“Good. The kids need protection. Fenrir is not a joke. They need round the clock protection here until he is caught.” Harry muttered and continued to pace.

“The Ministry agrees with you. This is why I am here.” Carrington shifted his feet slightly and sighed.

Harry looked up and ran a hand through his hair. “Oh good... I do not know if my daughter’s attack is related. Obviously it wasn’t a werewolf claw, but the spell used was common with Death Eaters. I would feel better if someone I can trust is watching over her.”

Carrington nodded. “We are aware. I am not staying here, but we did call the best for this kind of job. Loads of experience and he is familiar with the school.”

Harry sensed the Aurors nervousness. “Well who is it, then?”

The Auror paused.

"Hello Potter."

Draco Malfoy sauntered up the corridor with a cold smirk.

"Didn’t expect to see you moping about the hallways, trying to reclaim your former glory?”

It had been sixteen years since he had heard that icy voice. To hear it now sent a shiver down Harry’s spine.

Draco Malfoy had returned to Hogwarts.

Harry turned to face his arch nemesis throughout school. Draco looked different. Harder, the infamous scar from Fenrir was obvious but not necessarily noticeable.

Draco was still good looking in a pureblood sort of way and he had filled out from whatever he had been doing for the last fifteen years. For the first time in his life, he felt some akin to intimidation from looking at Draco Malfoy. He had changed. Draco Malfoy had become a man.

Draco leaned on the wall in his tall, elegant glory with his arms folded and a sideways smirk on his beautiful face. “Well Potter?”

Harry turned to speak, as the Nurse came out. “Anise will be fine, Mr. Potter.”

Draco turned white and suddenly grabbed the nurse by her collar. “What is wrong with her?”

“My Daughter was injured in the woods. Someone cut her open using a spell. What do you know about it?” Harry cut in, as he gave Draco a suspicious look.

Draco relaxed his fingers from the Nurse’s collar and stepped back awkwardly. “I thought you said Clarisse. The loveliest bar wench in Hogsmeade… My mistake.” Draco responded coolly.

Harry narrowed his eyes at Draco but let it go. He was too worried about his daughter to think about Malfoy right now.

“Come on Mr. Malfoy. Let me show you to your new quarters.” Carrington huffed and walked down the corridor.

“See you around Potter.” Draco drawled and glanced at the door before exiting.

Harry Potter felt an uneasiness subside in him. Malfoy was definitely not good news. Not at anytime.

It was just after midnight and the school settled into quiet mode. Draco made his way steadily towards the hospital wing. He entered quietly and stared down at the Pixie. Draco’s heart slammed painfully in his chest as he saw her, exactly as he had left her so many years ago.

“Pixie…” His fingers gently touched the side of her face while she slept.

Snape had done a good job of caring for her. His potions had restored the faint blush to her previously pale cheeks. So it was done. No more loose ties. The future was set now.

Draco felt his pulse pick up as he regarded her bow-shaped lips. He had missed her. She was his conscious. His warmth. It had been cold without her. Ironic that he was brought her because of what he did to her.

Draco brushed his lips against her forehead gently. Anise turned over in sleep and murmured his name. Draco felt his heart flip over. It had been only hours since she had last seen him. It had been years for him. The urge to touch her again, against all better judgement seethed through him and he bent forward.

“Malfoy!” A voice hissed, and a bright light was shoved under his eyes.

Blinking Draco fell back and surveyed the sour expression of Severus Snape. He felt like a boy as Snape grabbed the back of his collar and steered him outside of the infirmary.

Snape deposited him outside and brandished the wand in his face. “ What are you doing in the infirmary?”

Malfoy shrugged his clothes back into place. “ Looking at the victims, for telltale signs of werewolf attack. I’m here to….”

“Yes, I know why you are here…” Snape clipped out, his black glittering eyes rolling over him in consideration.

Draco did not resemble Lucius as much as a combination of him and Narcissa. Features almost too pretty to be a man but now he was rougher, edgier and harder.

Severus approved. It looked as Malfoy had actually grown out of being a weakling.

“Come back during the morning hours.” Severus turned on his heel and glided back into the infirmary shutting the door firmly behind him.

Draco felt stupid for the first time in a long time. He was loosing it.

Still. Tomorrow, tomorrow was a new day.

Draco Malfoy could not wait.



TBC – I hope this is long enough. Instead of two short chappies, I opted for one long one.

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