Our Only Hope

Chapter 5 Our Only Hope

Hermione smiled as she watched Draco play on the floor with their two girls. He always surprised her at how good a father he truly was. No matter how busy he was he found time to play with them everyday and let them know how much they were cherished. She was satisfied with the events of the day and wanted nothing more than to spend some time with the people she treasured most.

“Mommy,” Gem was the first to see her mother standing at the door.

She stopped playing and ran as fast as her little legs would go to greet her mother. Ruby closely followed her older sister, her arms outstretched, begging to be picked up.

Hermione held onto her daughters as if her life depended on them. Draco noticed the desperation in grasp on the children and wondered what had happened to make Hermione so despondent.

“Rough day?” he asked as he got off the floor.

“Horrible,” she replied and kissed the top of her daughters’ heads. “Dinner will be in a few, you two go and get cleaned up.”

Gem took Ruby’s hand and informed her baby sister, “Mommy wants to talk to daddy and doesn’t want us to hear what they are saying.”

“Is that true?” Draco asked as he gave Hermione a gentle kiss on the lips.

“They’re too perceptive,” she waited until the girls had closed the door behind them before she continued. “I did something reprehensible today.”

“Was it necessary?” Draco asked as he led her to a long tapestry couch.

They both made themselves comfortable before she continued,“I kidnapped Snape’s daughter and am forcing him and Harry to have sex together.”
Draco gave a long, slow whistle, “Was that absolutely necessary?”

“I think so,” she replied.

Hermione explained the situation to Draco, who sat quietly as he listened carefully to every word. His eyes widened in horror as he heard the details of her plans.

“Do you have any idea what you have done?” he ground out.

“I gave our girls a chance to be witches,” she snarled back.

“Why is it that you can’t accept our daughters as they are? They’re beautiful, intelligent and creative little girls,” he smiled at the thought.

“You hypocrite!” Hermione spat. “You can’t stand the fact our daughters are nothing but squibs. I see it in your face every night after you give them a goodnight kiss. You look at them with pity and contempt. Didn’t you who want to dissect Severus’s daughter to see why she had magic and ours don’t?”

“That was when Snape was nothing more than a Muggle. There is no one more dangerous than Severus when he’s been pushed against a wall. He’ll attack like a snake: quick, thorough, and deadly,” Draco hissed.

Hermione had never thought about what Severus would do once he regained his magic. She could only focus on her goal—making her daughters whole. No matter what Draco said, she knew he was upset that their children would not share in their magical heritage. More, Hermione felt like a failure. She was the smartest witch to come out of Hogwarts in generations, yet her children were no more magical than the next witch’s. She didn’t deal well with failure; it wasn’t in her nature not to succeed. She would see her daughters’ magic returned, whatever the cost.
“I’m sorry Draco,” she whispered, “it’s the only chance our daughters have to become witches and I am willing to accept the repercussions.”

“I only hope the rest of the Wizarding World is able to deal with a vengeful Slytherin. I can’t help feeling that we will rue the day that this decision was made,” Draco pulled his wife into his arms and comforted her.

There was little doubt in Draco’s mind that Severus would exact a revenge that was both imaginative and cruel. He pulled his wife a little closer. He would forfeit his life before he would let anything happen to Hermione or his daughters, but he didn’t know if it would be enough. Next to Voldemort, Severus Snape was the most dangerously cunning and frighteningly intelligent wizard he knew.

He silently sighed. He wasn’t much of a friend or godson to Severus, but he was determined to be a good husband and father for his family. He would have to make plans to protect them to the best of his ability and save them from the wrath of his godfather.

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Severus’s lungs burned as he ran all the way to his cottage from the lab where he worked in Hogsmead. His sides ached and he could barely breathe when he burst through the front door. The house looked as if it had been hit by a tornado. Furniture was askew and hex marks scorched the walls.

“Ripka?” he called.

Severus realized that the nanny must have had put up quite a fight. He started to toss the furniture aside looking for the witch. He ignored the obvious sound of someone apparating into the room, but was surprised to find Potter helping him move the heavy bookshelf that had fallen in the attack. Under the pile of books laid the unconscious nanny.

Severus felt a hand gently land on his shoulder, “Let me take her to St. Mungo’s.”

With a slight nod, Severus stood and stepped back giving the young wizard more room to maneuver. Gently, Harry picked up Ripka and disappeared with a loud pop.

In shock, Severus looked around his battered home wondering what happened to his daughter. Was she hurt? Was she frightened? Was she crying for her father? That last thought made Severus swallow around a lump in his throat and press the palms of his hands to his eyes. He couldn’t cry now; his daughter needed him. He let the anger swell and overtake him. They would pay. Every single wizard and witch that drew breath would be punished for what they had done to him and his child.

“Severus?” he heard.

The voice was familiar, one he hadn’t heard for over a decade. He turned and was blinded by the setting sun that silhouetted two figures in the door way. He raised his hand to block the harsh light to see who had come to torment him.

“Da?” it was the sweet voice of his daughter.

There in the doorway was Lily, clasping the hand of Minerva McGonagall. Snape dropped to his knees and flung open his arms. Lily wrenched her hand from the older witch and ran into her father’s waiting arms.

Severus clung to his daughter, afraid she would vanish if he didn’t tightly hold onto her. Lily patted her father’s back with her tiny hands, reassuring him that everything was alright.

“Mr. Raymond, you are about to suffocate your daughter. I would suggest that you give her some space so she can breathe,” Minerva said from the doorway where she remained.

Severus reluctantly released her from his bear hug, but refused to let go of Lily. He smiled up at Minerva and mouthed the word ‘thank you’.

“You’re quite welcome Severus. She a lovely child and inherited your intelligence,” Minerva commented, looking nervously around the room. “I have come to apologize for my behavior so many years ago and would like to do so out of the prying eyes of your nose neighbors.”

“Please come in,” Severus said as he stood, lifting his daughter into his arms. “I apologize for the mess; I haven’t had a chance to straighten up today.”

“Nothing a little witchcraft can’t fix,” she flicked her wand about and quickly restored the room. “There, that’s better.”

While Minerva straightened the room, Severus took Lily to her bedroom and gave her a calming potion. He stayed with his child, settling her down for a nap, before returning to the living room.

“I’m surprised you would show your face at my home,” Severus spoke with contempt toward his former friend.

“You have every right in the world to hate me,” she stated.

“I’m so glad to receive your approval,” Severus snarled.

“You may berate me as much as you please if it makes you feel better, but you know perfectly well there was nothing I could do to secure your release ten years ago,” she sniped.

“Did you try? Did anyone try to come to my defense?” he threw his arms up in aggravation. “Every member of the Order knew of the sacrifices that I made over the years and not one of you uttered a word.”

“We were ordered not to,” she replied sheepishly.

“By whom? Who had the authority and power to make all of you remain silent while I was stripped of everything I held dear?” Severus said through clenched teeth, trying hard not to raise his voice and wake his daughter.

“Dumbledore,” she stated simply.

Dumbstruck, Severus stared at Minerva as if she had lost her mind, “He was long dead, Minerva. Do you expect me to believe that he spoke from beyond the grave to give you all instructions to destroy what little I had left?”

“Yes, that is exactly what he did. For some unexplained reason he knew you would be happier living your life as a Muggle,” she said.

“Humph,” he snorted.

“He was a seer of sorts; you must have realized that over the years,” she stated.

“I had often wondered…”

“He knew that you would never be accepted as a hero of the war, but would be belittled and scorned for the rest of your life if you remained. A Death Eater who got off easy,” Minerva stood and stepped closer to Severus until their eyes met. “He saw your death. He saw you poison yourself and die a lonely man. You were not missed and your body was not found for months. Look into my eyes and see that I am telling you the truth.”

Severus didn’t have to read her mind to know she was telling the truth, and he couldn’t even if he wanted to. It was another injustice that he had learned to deal with after regaining his memory. He had often contemplated how he would have taken his own life and poison seemed the most logical choice for a Potions Master.

“What else did he say?” he questioned.

“Not much. Only that you would find your place in the world and would live a long, fulfilled life if we all kept quiet,” she said.

“I was happy as a Muggle,” he turned so she couldn’t see his face soften by the thought of his wife, “I don’t know if I believe you or not.”

“Everything she said was true, but there is more, isn’t there Minerva?” Harry stood just inside the door as he listened to their conversation.

“I…I don’t know what your talking about Harry,” she stammered.

“The truth, Raymond, is that almost everyone was afraid of you and your power. You were being hailed as the next Dark Lord and that frightened too many people. They wanted you gone so they didn’t have to worry about you. That’s the real reason why no one came to you defense,” Harry explained.

“And you, Mr. Potter, why didn’t you come to my defense? What is your excuse?” he growled.

“That’s simple. I didn’t want too. I hated you then, still do for that matter, and I didn’t care if I ever set eyes on you again,” he answered honestly. “Minerva, Raymond and I have something personal to talk about.”

“I was about to leave anyway. Severus, may I contact you in the next few days and if you are willing, we can continue our talk?” Minerva asked quietly.

“Perhaps,” he replied.

“No matter what you may think of me, I want you to know that I have always cared for you and wanted nothing for you but your happiness,” she turned on her heel and left before he could say anything further.

“And what do you and I have to talk about Mr. Potter?” Severus said with a sneer.

“Sex, Mr. Raymond. Even though you have your daughter back, that doesn’t change the fact that the Ministry will somehow force us to have sex. If they have to drug you and put me under the Imperious curse, they will make us fornicate. I don’t like the idea anymore than you do and I will do nothing without your approval, but rest assured that the Ministry has not forgotten about the two of us,” Harry told him.

Severus’s shoulder slumped in defeat, “I am not a homosexual. I have never been aroused by another man and have never in all of my years fantasized about being with one. The realization that you would…penetrate me makes me ill.”

Just the thought of sex with Harry turned the ex-Death Eater slightly green.

“Bear with me for a moment if you would. Close your eyes and don’t move,” Harry instructed.

Severus cocked an eyebrow.

“Please do as I ask,” Harry pleaded.

“Fine,” Severus grouched as he closed his eyes tight.

He could smell Harry’s cologne as he stepped closer. Heat radiated from the young wizard, beckoning to Severus, but he felt nothing. Severus could barely contain a flinch as Harry placed his hands on his face. The soft, moist lips touched his dry, cracked ones, and the feeling, while not unpleasant, was foreign to him. It had been so long since he had touched another intimately; no one since his wife had died. Severus felt a spark go through his body as Harry’s tongue licked his lips, asking for entrance. Unsure of himself, Severus parted his lips and allowed Harry to dominate the kiss.

The kisses Harry gave him were very different from those of his beloved wife. With Harry, the spark was there, but that was it. There wasn’t the smoldering passion or electrifying delight coursing through his body that he experienced with Jasmine, but there was a slowly burning fire present. It was comforting, however, to be this close to another person after so long. Severus settled his hands on Harry’s narrow hips, noticing how hard they were compared to his wife’s soft curves. He pulled the younger man closer to him, feeling Harry’s unyielding body and imagining it was Jasmine’s pliant one. He explored Harry’s mouth, getting to know its taste and texture, but wishing he were with someone else. The kiss was enticing, but it lacked the emotional connectivity that Severus had shared with his wife.


Harry smiled when he saw the stunned, debauched look that shown in Severus’s face, mistaking Severus’s confusion with enjoyment. He leaned in again and gave him a quick peck before he stepped away.

“Kissing me wasn’t much different than kissing a woman was it? You just found out that another man can excite you,” Harry smugly stated.

Severus couldn’t argue that he had become hard from the kiss.

“Let me show you how good sex can be with me. When done right, it can be quite enjoyable. I will never willingly force you into anything you don’t want. I will not rape you. If you decide that you are willing to go along with the spell, I promise I will make it amazing. If you decide that you don’t want … ‘it’, then I will tell Arthur that I decline and they will have to find someone else to do their dirty work. I promise, they will find away to force you,” without another word Harry apparated out of Severus’s home.

Severus adjusted his trousers to fit more comfortably around his swollen cock. He was stunned that a kiss by a man could cause such a reaction in him. He sighed as he headed for his bedroom.

It had been years since he was with anyone. He hadn’t even let himself masturbate, feeling as if he were cheating on his dear departed wife. He thought he would never feel like sharing a bed with anyone but his Jasmine. He didn’t know what to do. He was not a homosexual, but he was turned on by a simple kiss from an attractive man. He shook his head. When did he ever think of Potter as attractive? Why were these thoughts even important? Severus couldn’t afford to get distracted from his goal. The Wizarding World had shunned him and stripped him of all he held dear, only to force themselves on him once again. They’d taken him from his life, threatened his beloved child, and raped him all for the sake of magic. He would return their deeds ten-fold. He would show them that they were right to fear him.

Severus’s cock twitched again with the thought of the kiss. He closed the door to his bedroom and locked it. It had been years, but it seemed as if Harry had awakened his libido. He pressed the palm of his hand on his erection and moaned. He slipped his trousers off his narrow hips, releasing his engorged cock. Standing there, with his pants around his knees, Severus tightened his fingers around his penis and started to stroke it. Closing his eyes, he saw Jasmine smiling at him, her emerald eyes twinkling. He stoked himself faster at his wife’s memory. As he approached his climax, the vision in his head changed. Jasmine’s face was no longer smiling but contorted with malicious glee. The emerald eyes rain fire upon all those in their path. Lily appeared next to her mother, and Jasmine fiercely held onto her. Severus smirked. His wife had just given him her approval. He would submit himself to Potter’s fumblings for the sake of his magic. It was just another crime for which the Wizarding World would have to atone. Shooting his seed over his hand, Severus could feel something awaken inside of him. Gone was his Muggle life—the Death Eater had returned.


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