Another Dark Star

Chapter 55

Christmas at Hogwarts was a quiet and mainly peaceful affair. All the students had gone home for the holidays, none wishing to remain in the oppressive atmosphere of the castle. With only the staff to deal with, and with Sadira safely in the hospital wing, Severus had managed to keep a closer eye on Potter and pass on information via the portrait of his great, great, great-grandfather-in-law; who seemed to have become rather fond of him.

With his wife in hospital, and his duties in the school, neither of them had had the chance to purchase gifts for Christmas but to the Snape family just having all four of them together, safe and well, was more than they could have hoped for.


Severus spent the whole day of the 25th in the Hospital wing with Sadira, Hadrian and Isabella. The ward was empty; Poppy having spent the day in Minerva’s office, gossiping, complaining and polishing off a very good bottle of oak matured mead. Snape therefore took the liberty of transfiguring one of the beds into a beautiful dining table and the pillows into matching, comfortably upholstered chairs with a high chair for Hadrian. Winky provided a wonderful festive feast preferring to wait on her family than join in. In fact she had been most surprised when invited to dine with them by Sadira, but she felt that was not a good elf’s place.

After dinner, the table became a huge couch with Hadrian dozing lightly at one end and Severus and Sadira snuggled cosily at the other sharing tender kisses. Severus had been happier knowing that his family was all close by, but holding his wife in his arms made him realise it wasn’t enough. He wanted her well and in his bed again. He wanted his daughter safely hidden away in their chambers. He knew it was selfish, and that he was lucky to have any semblance of family at all, but he wanted them to be a ‘normal’ family and to do that he needed Potter to get a move on with destroying the damn Horcruxes.

On Boxing Day, Snape took the opportunity of solitude and renewed determination to act upon the information that Phineas Nigellus had just given him. He Apparated to the Forest of Dean with the sword of Gryffindor and threw it into a freezing pond. He then enticed Potter out of his hiding place with the doe Patronus that reminded Severus so forcefully of the boy’s mother and was sure to have the same effect on Harry. As deeply as he loved Sadira, Severus still felt a great sense of duty toward Lily; she had been his first love after all, and he still felt responsible for her death. While waiting, Disillusioned, behind a tree for the boy to arrive he wondered idly what would happen to his Patronus once his obligation had been fulfilled and the Dark Lord had been defeated. Would it remain the same as a memorial to his closest friend and his biggest mistake? Or would it change to something more personal and appropriate?

There was a tense moment when it didn’t look like Potter was going to resurface. Was he going to have to rescue the boy himself? Dare he reveal himself so soon? He was relieved to see the Weasley boy, Sadie’s cousin, appear at the perfect moment to dash in and save both his friend and the sword. It seemed the foolish boy had dived in while still wearing an item holding a part of the Dark Lord’s soul. If it were not imperative that he remain undiscovered, he might have marched over and berated the fool for lack of forethought. Still, the task was done and it was cold out in the forest, but warm in the castle; warmer still in Sadira’s arms.

When he returned to the castle, he was very surprised to see Sadira sat at his desk, feeding Isabella in his arms with Hadrian pushing a small wooden train around the floor. His surprise at finding them there warred with his desire building at the sight of his wife’s pale cleavage on display. His arousal was easily quashed however by concentrating on the tiny face attached to her breast. His beautiful Isabella was home.

“When did you get out? Are you sure she’s alright?” he asked worriedly.

“Today and yes, we’re both fine. Isabella will still need to visit Poppy or a Healer for regular check-ups though.” She explained, covering herself up and winding her tiny daughter gently.

“And you? Are you healed?” he asked silkily, stroking her hair behind her neck and kissing the flesh he exposed there.

“Down boy! I’m not that far healed yet.” She chided with a wry smile. He smirked at her, but kissed her lips softly.

“I have missed you greatly. I’m glad you are both well and returned to me.” He sighed.

“Me too Love. It was so boring and lonely in the Infirmary.” She replied, kissing him and drawing him close.

“Where have you been? You’re covered in snow!” she exclaimed when she realised that he was indeed coated in rapidly-melting frozen precipitation.

“The Forest of Dean.” He told her simply.

“The Forest of..? What the hell were you doing there?” she gasped.

“Watching your cousin redeem himself at last.” He replied.

“You’ve seen Ron?” she asked, suddenly very interested.

“Yes; he and Potter are both alive and well and have made some success in completing the task Albus set them.” He explained.

“Oh thank Merlin!” she sighed in relief. Severus removed his damp cloak and turned back to them.

“Now; where’s my precious girl?” he said with a smile; lifting his tiny, frail daughter out of his wife’s arms and holding her close.

She fit snugly in the crook of one arm, allowing him to tenderly stroke her sparse brown hair. She was dressed in a long gown of green and purple tartan with a soft white lace collar and purple velvet ribbon at the high waist. Her eyes drifted closed in the comfort of her father’s arms; the first person to touch her in consolation. Tiny dark lashes outlined against her pale face, tiny rosebud lips pouting sweetly. He could barely believe that, amid all the chaos, he could have produced something so pure. The fact that he had nearly lost her made him all the more appreciative of her.

“Bed for you, sleepyhead.” He whispered fondly.

He carried her up the spiral staircase to his quarters and laid her in the dark wooden crib with its white Broderie Anglais bedding and canopy.

“Severus! Come quick!” Sadira shrieked from his office.

Laying a quick protective charm over the crib, he dashed down the stairs to see what the matter was. He found his wife holding their son in her arms, broad grins on their faces.

“What is it?” he asked, puzzled. He had felt a rush of sheer panic at his wife’s urgent tone and had immediately thought there was an emergency. He stepped closer.

“No, stay there Sev!” she ordered, stopping him in his tracks and increasing his bewilderment.

“Hadrian, get Daddy!” she urged, pointing at Snape and straightening the boy onto his feet.

Realisation dawned as Hadrian made two shaky, tentative steps in his father’s direction then stood still, unsure of himself. Severus lowered himself onto his haunches, opening his arms out encouragingly with a small smile playing on his lips.

“Come on Son; come to Daddy!” he persuaded gently. The boy’s face broke into another huge smile and he half-ran, half-stumbled the last few steps into his father’s arms. Severus stood, dangling his son in his arms, clutched close.

“Clever boy Hadrian, well done!” he praised enthusiastically. Sadira joined them, wrapping her arms around both her boys.

“Such a clever boy!” she gushed, kissing her son on his head, ruffling his black hair with her nose.

“Of course he is!” Severus said indignantly. “He takes after his father.” He said with a smirk. Sadie chuckled.

“Let’s hope he doesn’t inherit your ego. I couldn’t cope with two of you!” she remarked.

He raised a brow at her and sent her a half-hearted glare but said nothing. He did however wait until she bent to pick up Hadrian’s train before delivering a well placed smack to her prone arse, muttering “Wench” under his breath.


That night, when they were all abed Severus lay awake thinking. Dangerous as it was, he allowed himself to imagine a life after the war; Isabella learning her letters, Hadrian going off to Hogwarts, watching them grow, grandchildren perhaps even. He and Sadira living perfectly normal domestic little lives together at Spinners End.

He looked over at his wife, curled naked against him; her hair sprawled all over the pillow and her small delicate hands resting to front and back of his ribcage. He turned towards her, stroking her soft pale skin. He could feel the indentations of her stretch-marks; the old ones from Hadrian now silvered and the new ones from Isabella pink against her porcelain skin. He didn’t care that her body had changed. That had been her sacrifice for the family; for him. She had traded her youthful shapely figure for two beautiful children who brought them both endless joy.

His hands moved upward, feeling her wonderfully full, firm breasts; one change to her body that he certainly appreciated. He had always found her large breasts to be incredibly arousing and he loved the feel of their weight in his hands and how receptive they were to him. Even now, while she slept, his tender touches brought her nipples to attention, begging for his contact.

He nudged her gently onto her back so he could lick and suck at her chest, peppering her flesh with kisses alternately. His hands slid down to stroke her bum and thighs. Gods, he’d missed her and oh how he wanted her. His beautiful wife, the only woman to have ever truly loved him. She had given him so much so freely. It wasn’t long before he felt something warm and damp at his fingertips between her thighs.

“Can’t sleep, eh Love?” she asked sardonically, but the effect was ruined be the sleep- and lust-induced huskiness in her voice.

“I want you so much Sadira.” He groaned into her ear, kissing her neck and collarbone and pressing his erection insistently into her hip.

“Oh Severus! I want you too, but it’s too soon.” She complained.

He kissed her forcefully, pressing the full length of his body against hers. She responded eagerly, her hands roaming his wiry frame.

“I’m sorry.” He said, pulling away.

“Don’t be. I’m glad I can still inspire such passion in you after two children.” She said with a shy smile.

“Sadira, you are as beautiful now as you were the day I married you.” He assured her, kissing her scarred abdomen to reinforce his words.

Sadie’s eyes drifted shut in pleasure as her husband’s lips pressed on her belly. He looked up at her face and smirked wickedly before dipping lower and kissing her inner thighs. Her eyes shot open again in surprise. She looked down the bed and saw her Sev’s long dark hair brushing her thighs and an adorably mischievous look on his face as he dipped his head again.

“Sev, what are you... ah! Doing?” She gasped when he flicked his tongue over her engorged nub.

“I’m not even going to dignify that with an answer.” He drawled derisively before plunging his tongue into her damp hole. Immediately Sadie’s hips bucked off the bed.

“Oh Severus!” she gasped again when he withdrew his tongue and began drawing circles over her clit.

He alternated that with little flicks with the tip of his tongue and sliding it over her dripping slit. Sadira stopped gripping the pillow in ecstasy for a moment and began groping for her wand. She waved it in the general direction of the door with a hopeful silent prayer and a nonverbal Accio. She dropped her wand over the edge of the bed with a loud moan when he dove his tongue into her depths, pressing on her clit with his prodigious nose at the same time.

She was so absorbed in the pleasurable sensations that she nearly missed the small glass bottle that flew into her hand from wherever it had been summoned. Gripping it tightly, she pulled away from her husband and pressed him back onto the bed. His surprise soon melted into pleasure when she crawled cat-like up his body, straddling him and licking all over his chest; paying special attention to his small dark nipples. She pressed the little potion bottle into his hand.

“Drink!” she ordered in a voice thick with lust. He looked at the potion in confusion. Pale yellow and when he pulled the cork the faint smell of banana wafted out. His face lit up.

“Is this what I think it is?” he asked hopefully.

“Mmhmm, I wasn’t sure if there was any nearby but I must have left it somewhere in the castle.” She said.

“That or it isn’t yours. You sold the recipe to your cousins remember.” He suggested.

Rational thought was waning rapidly though as she began kissing her way down his torso with a feral look in her eyes, drawing her teeth lightly over his hipbones in a way he found strangely enjoyable. He downed the bottle quickly and nudged Sadie onto her side, positioning his head between her legs.

“I haven’t nearly finished with you yet Love.” He purred, lapping at her dripping core.

She wrapped her hands around his aching cock and lapped at the bead of precum at his head. He gripped her backside firmly in pleasure. She stroked his length firmly while she licked at his head gently, but she was too aroused to play around for long. She took his whole length into her mouth, sucking hard and bobbing up and down his length eagerly. She hadn’t gone down on him in a long time and was surprised at how hungry she was for him.

Severus lapped at her deeply, thrusting gently into her mouth. He was incredibly turned on and had been deprived of his wife’s advances for too long. Sadie knew she wouldn’t last long and was determined that Severus wouldn’t either. She slipped a hand between his thighs, stroking his sac and caressing his balls. He bucked into her mouth harder then and she spanked him lightly in warning. She was surprised to find her physical admonishment elicited a groan of pleasure from him.

He gripped her thighs harder, spreading them further and laying her open to him more. He began diving avidly into her sex, licking and sucking as though he were starved. She felt her climax approaching and moved her other hand between his legs too, stimulating the root of his cock and his perineum, while her other hand continued to manipulate his balls.

She felt his sac tighten and moved her hand to spank him again just as he fired his load into her mouth. She kept sucking ad swallowing every drop of his fruit-flavoured issue, licking him clean again. His groans of pleasure at his release vibrated through her core and as he tipped over the brink he couldn’t help biting lightly at her clit while his fingers worked inside of her and her orgasm exploded within her, her hips bucking furiously at his face and her legs trembling as they wrapped around him.

When their breathing had slowed, Severus returned to the top of the bed, enfolding his wife firmly in his arms. Sadie placed her hands on his shoulders, pulling him to her for a soft slow kiss.

“I love you Severus.” She sighed happily.

“I love you too Sadira, so much.” He murmured.