Another Dark Star

Chapter 38

Severus woke with a smile on the first day of the Xmas holidays as his wife climbed back under the covers beside him. He smirked as he grabbed her, causing her to shriek in surprise before he silenced her with a passionate kiss.

“Sorry, did I wake you?” she asked.

“No matter, why were you up?” he replied as he kissed her neck and chest.

“Bathroom Dear.” she replied. “My stomach and bladder have both shrunk drastically to accommodate little Snape Junior.”

He continued kissing and stroking her increased breasts and belly, her nightdress now crumpled at her throat.

“How can you still find me attractive like this?” she asked, amazed.

“You are so beautiful, Love. Like a fertility goddess.” He smiled as he continued caressing her, removing her nightgown completely.

“We can’t do anything like this.” She warned him.

“I know, I just want to be close to you again. I've missed you.” He murmured, pressing his body against hers, revelling in the closeness of the warm silky skin against his.

“I can tell.” She giggled as his morning wood jutted into her thigh.

She kissed him deeply as her slender fingers wrapped around his shaft, stroking him firmly and smiling as he moaned appreciatively into her ear.

“Oh gods, Sadie.” He gasped, his hips bucking against her hand.

He moved his head to her chest, lapping gently at her extra sensitive nipples as he reached down between her thighs and stroked her soft, wet pink lips and pressing rhythmically at her clit.

“Ah! Severus, oh Love.” She moaned.

It had been too long since they had been intimate together. He groaned with pleasure as she pumped his member gently but firmly, milking him with practiced hands as he palmed her swollen breasts. She kept a firm grip on him as he bucked sharply against her, coating her belly and breasts with his warm, sticky cream.

He slipped a finger inside her gently, taking care not to hurt her as he pressed against the soft, squashy flesh of her G-spot and she felt her orgasm flow over her in a rush of pleasure, making her tremble in her beloved’s arms. When her tremors had subsided, he cleaned them both up with a flick of his wand and a whispered Tergeo.

“I think we both needed that.” He said with a satisfied smirk.

“You have no idea.” She drawled in reply.

“Do you feel up to breakfast in the Great Hall?” he asked, playing with a lock of her hair.

“Umm, yeah, ok. Did I leave any spare clothes here this summer?” She asked.

“I’m not sure. I think so.” He replied non-committally as he disappeared in to the bathroom.

“Thank you for that ever so helpful answer Love.” She smiled and rolled her eyes at him, gently stretching herself as she made her way to his wardrobe.

After rummaging for a while, she found one of her black silk blouses and a floor length black velvet skirt.

“Sev, can you help me transfigure these clothes?” she called into the bathroom.

“What?” he asked, entering the bedroom, dripping from the shower and clad in only a towel.

“Well hello!” she said lasciviously, making him smirk smugly.

“I said; can you help me transfigure these to the right size? I can’t do it while I’m wearing them.” She asked, watching him dress.

“Fine, put them on and I’ll see what I can do.” He sighed. She slipped on the shirt and tugged on the skirt.

“Don’t say anything.” She growled threateningly.

“I never said a word.” He replied amusedly with a raised brow.

The skirt was a tight fit with the zip undone and the blouse would barely pull past her breasts. Severus concentrated for a moment and flicked his wand back and forth over the blouse, increasing the fabric enough so she could button it, the garment lying comfortably now over her skin, fitting perfectly.

He gestured for her to turn around and concentrated again on the dimensions for the skirt and flicked his wand over the area of her hips and waist. Once again, more fabric appeared to cover her bump. He zipped it up for her, kissing her neck as he looked at her in the mirrored wardrobe door.

“Perfect.” he whispered.

“Thank you Love.” she replied, linking her fingers with his.

“Shall we go up to breakfast now?” he asked. A growl from her stomach answered for her.


As the dark professor and his petite wife entered the Great Hall they drew stares from the few students who had remained for the holidays. Some of the students remembered her from last year and were quite surprised to see her heavily pregnant already.

“Who’s that woman with Professor Snape?” a first year Ravenclaw boy asked his prefect.

“Oh, that’s Mrs Snape.” She replied, looking over to where Snape was making sure his wife was comfortably seated before sitting beside her and beginning his own breakfast.

“Mrs Snape? I didn’t know he was married!” he spluttered.

“Yeah, she was the Ancient Runes substitute last year. They got married in April, or was it March? I forget.” She answered finishing her breakfast.

“Why did she marry him? What’s wrong with her?” the first year asked again, causing pumpkin juice to shoot out of the Prefect’s nose.

“There’s nothing wrong with her. She was actually a good teacher. A bit scary, strict like, but overall she was nice.” She replied.

“So what’s she doing with him then?” the firstie pressed, openly staring at the staff table. “I mean she’s no supermodel stunner, but she could do better than him!”

“I don’t know, maybe she loves him, maybe he’s good to her. How should I know, I’m not their marriage counsellor!” the prefect snapped.

“Still, if he’s getting laid, you’d think he’d be a little nicer to us.” The boy remarked making the girl laugh again.

“What?!” she gaped.

“Well, we all figured that he was a nasty git because he hadn’t seen any action in years but look at her. He’s knocked her up good and proper. If he’s married to her, how come he’s so grumpy?” he went on.

“Ok, this conversation is now officially waay too weird. Any more Snape related questions and I’ll give you detention.” She warned him, slightly creeped out by the concept of a teacher’s sex life.


At the staff table, Severus was also experiencing an uncomfortable conversation as Slughorn sat next to him with a smile.

“Good morning Severus, Mrs Snape.” He greeted cordially.

“Good morning Horace.” Snape replied civilly.

“You know I was in my classroom this morning looking for a particular text I was working on when I found something in the desk I believe belongs to you.” Slughorn said, handing him a small photograph with a smirk.

It was the one he had taken of Sadira when they had first started seeing each other; sat on her Potions bench in her Slytherin uniform, smiling and waving shyly. Snape frowned at him, but took the photo nonetheless.

“That is your young lady wife, is it not?” Slughorn pressed. Snape looked over to where McGonagall was smirking.

“Yes.” He ground out, suddenly losing his appetite.

“You never did tell me how you two got together.” Slughorn pried.

Sadira looked up fearfully, concerned that their dirty laundry was about to be aired in public yet again.

“Sadira was Severus’ pet and protégée when she was a student here. They were very close in her final year.” Minerva gloated.

“Oh really?” Slughorn asked, his ear for gossip tempted.

“Sadira and I began our relationship last year. We became re-acquainted while she was working for Dumbledore and during her time teaching here we became closer. We were married this past March.” Snape replied in a weary tone.

“And you weren’t involved with her before then?” Minerva asked.

“That is not up for discussion.” Snape snarled, a guilty flush barely touching his pallid cheek. Minerva smiled triumphantly, but Dumbledore merely shook his head disapprovingly at his deputy for reopening old wounds.

“Well Mrs Snape, how is life in the Auror Office?” Slughorn asked, uncomfortably changing the subject.

“Well, it’s hard work but satisfying. The only problem is office politics but you get that all through the Ministry. I don’t know what it’s like now though. I was fine working under Scrimgeour but with recent developments...” she tailed off, and everyone knew she meant the open return of Voldemort. “Well I don’t know. I imagine there’s been a lot of change since I left.”

“I expect so yes. It’s fairly dangerous work though eh?” he continued, piling his plate with kedgeree.

“Oh yeah! In my short time there I’ve broken arms, legs, ribs, my left wrist, had a near fatal concussion. That last I only survived thanks to Poppy this February. I’ve been beaten, tortured, stabbed. One guy even tried to rape and kill me. You really appreciate a good partner at times like that.” She replied very matter-of-factly.

“My word, that’s horrible. You must be a very strong young woman, but I expect you’re better off now you’re retired.” Slughorn said

“Retired? I’m not retired, I’m on leave!” she replied indignantly.

“You mean you’re not leaving? But what about the child?” Slughorn asked, puzzled.

“Obviously I’m going to stay home with the baby while he’s tiny, but as soon as he’s old enough I’m returning to work. I have a strong support system and my family will be more than willing to help out with childcare.” She replied.

“Well, I’ll never understand these modern young women!” Slughorn sighed.

“I just think that sitting at home playing the ‘Stepford Wife’ isn’t for me. I’d get too restless. It’s my job and my duty to defend the wizarding world to the best of my ability. I worked so hard to get where I am; first slogging my guts out for NEWTs, then Auror School which is no picnic either. Then once I was qualified I had to put up with so much crap from my superiors for being a female recruit, just to earn a respectable reputation. I’m not ready to let all that go.” She replied.

“And how do you feel about that Severus, surely you don’t agree with your wife putting herself in danger?” Slughorn asked.

“She is a grown woman and perfectly capable of making her own decisions. She’s good at what she does and I am not going to chain her to the kitchen sink.” Snape groused, earning approving nods and looks from the present female staff.


Two weeks later, Sadira was at home preparing for Severus’ birthday. As he hadn’t been able to come home for the holiday, something about watching Malfoy, she was pleased at the prospect of having him home for an evening instead. She spent the few days before he was due home preparing in anticipation, coupled with her nesting instinct. She went mad cleaning, tidying and wrapping gifts. She had just finished in the living room when she felt a sharp pain down the length of her abdomen.

“Ok, I get the hint, I’m overdoing it. I’m going to rest now.” She said to her unborn child.

She settled into what was now considered ‘Severus’s’ wing chair by the fireplace until the pain subsided. The initial pain left her but her back ached all evening. She tried to sleep but to no avail.

Suddenly, she felt a wet trickle on her thighs. She bolted to the bathroom and sat on the loo but she didn’t feel like she was passing water. After a while, she felt certain in her suspicion that her waters had broken. She dressed slowly, making sure to put a maternity pad on, and Floo-called Tonks to come over. She collected her hospital notes and double checked her overnight bag. Ten minutes later, a terrified Tonks stepped out of the hearth.

“Oh my god, are you alright?” Tonks panicked.

“Yes, fine. I’m just in the very early stages of labour yet.” Sadie said calmly as she sipped her raspberry leaf tea.

“How can you be so chilled? I’d have thought you’d be screaming!” Tonks said, impressed.

“Nope, screaming is for established labour. I’m actually feeling quite peaceful. I think it must be another hormone.” She said.

“Ready to go then?” Tonks asked.

“Just a minute, let me finish my tea. It helps with the contractions you see.” Sadie replied, draining her cup.

“What about Snape?”

“I’ll tell Sev nearer the time. No point dragging him all the way from Hogwarts if we’re not ready.” Sadie reasoned.

Tonks stayed with her as they Floo-ed to St Mungo’s and helped her settle in on the maternity ward. She remained by her friend’s side while the Mid-Witch performed quick checks on Sadie.

“You can go now if you want Tonks, they’ve said it could be hours yet.” Sadie said softly to her yawning companion. “I’ll be fine now, I’m just sorry I dragged you out of bed.”

“It’s ok, just remember, if Snape can’t get here for whatever reason, call me when the time comes.” She insisted. Sadira smiled.

“Thanks Tonks. You’ve always been there when I needed you. I promise, whenever you need me you can always call on me.” She vowed. That night and the next morning passed without much incident and her contractions didn’t begin till late that afternoon. She sent her Patronus off to Severus and settled in her room with a Mid-Witch to wait.


Professor Snape was in his office, trying to concentrate on the essays on Unforgivables he was meant to be marking but he couldn’t quite shake the feeling that something was wrong. Subconsciously his left hand toyed with his silver cross through his clothes while his right gripped his quill uneasily. He looked up in surprise to find Sadira’s shining silver vixen Patronus bounding toward him.

“Severus, I’m at St Mungo’s and labour has just begun.” Sadira’s voice came from the fox’s mouth.

He dropped the quill, and half a dozen essays, and strode as quickly as he could to the Headmaster’s office, running up the stairs where students wouldn’t see him.

“Albus, it’s time.” He shouted, out of breath.

“Already? But Harry isn’t ready and I thought Draco...” Dumbledore began but Snape cut him off.

“Not that. Sadira’s having the baby.” He corrected.

“Ah, I see. Well, off with you and good luck! Don’t worry about your classes; I shall have Filius cover them.” Dumbledore said genially, gesturing to the Floo.


The Mid-Witches of St Mungo’s Maternity Ward were most surprised to see the imposing Potions Master striding into their ward. Mostly because he had taught half of them and they had never seen him look so flustered.

“I’m looking for Mrs Snape.” He told the witch at the reception desk.

“Room 14 sir.” She replied unfazed. She was used to all sorts of stressed and panicky impending fathers. He would have a hard time intimidating any of the witches on this ward!

He entered the room silently and was pained to see his wife in such agony. Her hair was bushier than ever and her lovely face was drenched in sweat and tears, her expressive green eyes clenched shut in the face of another contraction.

“Sadie, I’m here.” He said softly as he moved to her side.

“Severus, thank Merlin!” she gasped, grasping his hand.

“Is everything alright?” he asked, full of concern.

“I’m scared.” She whimpered. He moved closer, holding her tightly.

“Hush, you’ll be fine. You’ve survived worse than this, you’re stronger than you think.” He soothed, stroking hair from her face and kissing her forehead.

One hour and several pain potions later, Sadira held her tiny bundle in her arms, staring into his beautiful black eyes so full of wonder and stroking the downy black fluff on his head.

“He’s so beautiful!” she said in awe, through tears of love and pride.

Severus said nothing, overwhelmed with emotion at what they had been through and his son, ‘his son,’ lying peacefully in his wife’s arms.

“Have you decided on a name yet?” asked the Paediatric Healer while filling out the birth notes. Severus woke from his reverie.

“Hadrian. Hadrian Dante Snape.” He said in a shaky voice.