Echoes of the Soul

Iydella waited patiently in nothingness. Her golden aura exuded serenity and calm. All would be well, she felt it.



Rasari appeared before her, dark energy rippling from him as he approached. He was displeased.



‘What news?’ He asked.



‘Progress.’ She responded.



‘Details!’ He demanded, his aura pulsing. It did not affected Iydella but dissipated as it hit her golden shield of light.



‘Details are unnecessary, Rasari. We are the watchers, we know what needs to be shared. The wizard has moved things forward and we are content.’ Her aura glowed brighter with her ire.



‘It is taking too long Iydella. It will be too late.’



‘Patience will be required on both our parts. But then, we have waited this long already.’ She flashed her cool hazel eyes at him and he looked away, his dark eyes glittering.



Rasari raised his gaze and scowled. ‘Uncalled for.’ Then he vanished.



Iydella allowed a dark look to cross her usually calm countenance and then she too disappeared.



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Hermione was scouring the job section of the Daily Prophet. She had made her decision to resign from her library position but she needed a job to replace it with.



‘Part-time assistant at Borgin & Burkes. No thank you!’ She muttered. Flourish and Blotts needed a full-time store clerk, but the pay wasn’t great and it would eat into her study time. She read the page over again quickly and was about to throw it into the fire when a new advert appeared at the bottom of the page. All new jobs appeared magically as soon as the vacancy arose. Hermione read it and her eyes widened.



‘Part-time Teacher for Potions Class to cover Annual Leave, Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry. Apply Albus Dumbledore.’

The print was so small she had to read it twice. She shook her head. She had never known Professor Snape to take a holiday and an image of him in Bermuda Shorts, a Hawaiian shirt and sandals with socks prang into her head. She giggled and shook her curly hair around her shoulders. Not Professor Snape. She wondered how long he was going away for. Hermione would love to teach at Hogwarts and if it was only part-time it would work out well.

Hermione wrote a short note to Professor Dumbledore and summoned a post owl, sending it off before she could change her mind. At least Professor Snape would be away. He wouldn’t be able to poke his abnormally large nose into her work.



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The post owl tapped at Albus’s window. He smiled, glancing at his own copy of the Daily Prophet where there was no advert for a Temporary Teacher at Hogwarts. He congratulated himself at his ingenuity. There would be only one candidate for this post. He gave the owl a treat and tickled his feathers. On his perch, Fawkes began to croon a soft tune.





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Severus was restless, his bedclothes on the floor as he writhed on the bed. He was dreaming and was obviously enjoying every minute of it. His silk pyjama bottoms were tented by his huge erection.



In his head, he was naked and lying on top of the woman, crushing his lips to her as he plundered her mouth with his tongue. Her hands were caressing his buttocks, her nails digging in deliciously and he could feel the head of his cock at her nether lips. She moaned beneath his mouth and spoke her desire. ‘Annalin…Oh Gods, please Annalin…’ Then she screamed as she was dragged from beneath him.



Severus woke with a start and groaned. Why did it have to end before he entered her? Gods, he wanted her. His cock was throbbing painfully and he roughly pushed his bottoms over his slim waist, allowing his erection to spring free.

He was a full 11 inches, thicker than most, more of a man for many. The head of his cock was throbbing purple and he ran his thumb across the tip, spreading the natural lubrication and wrapping his fingers around his shaft firmly. He began to fist himself and hissed in pleasure as he closed his eyes and pictured the woman from his dream, her smouldering hazel eyes calling him, begging for him to release her. He had been so close to fucking her. His eyes opened a little and he watched himself as his hand began to blur on his cock. No, fucking wasn’t the word. He was making love to the woman, he wanted to possess her fully. It was more than fucking. He imagined her soft breasts, tipped prettily with pert caramel nipples, puckered and erect and delicious in his mouth. She had shuddered beneath him as he glossed over them with his tongue.

Severus moaned and tightened his grip, moving his firm hand quickly up and down his shaft until he felt himself stiffen in his grip. His hips bucked wildly and he cried out as a hot fountain of come shot upwards as he continued to massage his shaft, milking rivers of come over and over from his throbbing length. It was the best orgasm he had brought himself to in a long time and he lay panting, he cock softening slightly as come dripped in pale creamy fronds over his long pale fingers.



Severus reached for his wand and scourgified himself and then the bedclothes. He glanced upwards and scourgified the canopy above his bed. He smirked to himself. He hadn’t managed to hit that in a long time.





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Good old Severus, he didn\'t keep us waiting too long for that lemon. More to come. He\'s not the only one with needs....