How Severus Spends His Summer Hols

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On the other side of the Atlantic, in a sumptuously appointed office a muggle telephone rang several times before an elderly house elf answered and summoned his master.

“Yes?” drawled a rather bored upper crust voice as the man answered the call. He listened for a few moments and then motioned, summoning a quill and parchment to him to take a few notes.

“Morgan Taylor, you say?” one elegant eyebrow was raised and an upper lip curled, “Julius Taylor’s younger brother, the squib?”

The tall man leaned back in his elegantly appointed leather desk chair that sat in front of a window that over looked his family gardens; he looked out over them as he listened to more of the details coming from the caller in the Americas.

“No magic used, you say? I would suggest we bring him there then, get him on your venue.” He mused thoughtfully as he looked down at his well buffed and groomed fingernails. Perfect as usual, no room for imperfection here.

“You’ve yet to explain to me why it is I would want to involve myself in this matter, Severus.”

One long leg was pointed out and a well turned ankle and patent leather boot admired from where it shown from under the hem of his tailored robes.

“Is young Harry alright? Pregnant you say?” the cruel lips curved up into a smile at the news.

“Congratulations old friend, you should have let me know about the bonding, I would have liked to have seen the day Severus Snape took the oath.” He chuckled.

“So when do you plan to return to Britain?”

“What do you mean you don’t?”

“Dumbledore is fool; I’ve told you that for years, Severus. Never forget you are always welcome here.” He said as he sat back up in his chair, he watched out the window as his young granddaughter entered the garden to play with the house elf.

“He’s well as can be expected, Evette is keeping his mind off of Pansy’s loss.” He listened as he watched the little golden haired child play ball in the summer sun.

“Severus, I would enjoy that. I think as a wedding gift to you, we will bring you your Mister Taylor, gift wrapped of course and then perhaps join in the festivities. Harry wouldn’t mind, now would he?” the tall wizard asked as he smirked and ran his fingertips over the cool glass, already envisioning a night of unspeakable horrors for the man that dared to harm the one chosen by Severus Snape.

“Good good. I shall be in touch as soon as I locate him and make arrangements for his delivery. Take care and give our regards to your husband.” The man replaced the receiver back into the cradle gently and then summoned the house elf.

“Nippy, fetch my son immediately.” The house elf disappeared with a pop and the wizard summoned himself a glass of wine to sip as he waited for his son. He watched, smiling as the child below laughed and played, her face openly happy and not lined with worry. He was happy to be able to help his old friend, if it hadn’t been for him, Lucius Malfoy would not be here to enjoy the simple pleasure of his granddaughter today.

A few moments later, a younger version of the elder Malfoy blew into the room, smelling of summer sunshine and the horse he’d been riding until just a short time ago. He accepted a glass of wine from his father and joined him at the window in looking down at his daughter at play. He smiled and took a chair not far from his father’s.

“What is it Father?” He asked as he stretched his legs out lazily and tipped his head back to rest on the chair.

“I just spoke with your godfather, Draco, it seems Severus has gotten himself married.” Lucius replied as he picked up the parchment he’d made his notes on earlier. Draco sat up a little and looked at him and then smirked.

“To the boy wonder no doubt, or did he get smart and find a nice wizard from an old family?” the former year mate of Harry sneered as he downed the rest of his wine; he really didn’t care what his godfather did. Not anymore. Lucius only looked at his son and sighed. The boy still needed to learn the subtle art of insulting someone with élan, but there was still hope.

“Harry is expecting the Snape heir.” He said by way of explanation. Actually that should be all the explanation needed. They were married and expecting their first child.

“So when will they be coming back from the States?” Draco asked, the idea of a pregnant Potter trying to take the snitch from him now made him smile.

“They won’t be. They are setting up residence in West Virginia among the people Severus has become acquainted with over the years.”

“I’m thrilled for them both. I assume we are sending flowers and a piece of crystal as a gift?” Draco drawled, bored again as he looked out and watched as the little girl began picking daisies from one flower bed.

Lucius chuckled and handed the parchment to his son who looked at it blankly for a moment and handed it back looking confused.

“We are delivering the man that made young Harry’s life a living hell for several years. We also have an invitation to stay for a few days and view the scenery.” Lucius said with a smile, he thought it’d be good for his boy to get out and away from the memory of his wife, who had been dead for nearly two years.

A feral grin spread over the young man’s face as he thought of once more having a chance to torment the bane of his schoolboy existence. He’d despised Potter with a passion and now, well maybe now he’d get a chance to bring him down a notch or two all while seemingly doing a good deed for his godfather. Lucius noticed his son’s expression and it was as the same as reading his mind, he reached out and sharply cuffed him along side his head. Draco snapped his head back and glared at his father.

“You will behave Draco. Do not shame our name any more than I have done. We owe this to Severus.” Lucius said coldly in way of an explanation, raising his left arm so that the sleeve of his robe slid back and revealed a patch of white scar tissue, knowing the same would be found on the left arm of his son.

“Yes Father.” Draco said with a nod and then stood and picked up the parchment. “I’ll begin looking for our in the morning.” He turned to leave his father’s study.

“Draco, Harry has suffered enough from what information Severus has gleaned from him, I am deathly serious about you not antagonizing him.” Lucius looked at his only son and simply raised an eyebrow to see if his point had been made. Draco looked at him for a moment and then nodded.

“That bad?”

“The man is Julius Taylor’s brother.”

A barely noticeable shudder crawled down Draco’s spine as he nodded again and left the room. He had an overwhelming urge to go cuddle with his little Evette for the afternoon after hearing the mention of her mother’s murderer.

Back in South Dakota, on a side road in the middle of nowhere, Max Sorens started the big truck and pulled back onto the road. Severus shifted the limp form of his husband in his arms and slid his mobile back in his pocket.

“Well?” Max asked as he glanced at his friend, he wondered not for the first time just what exactly he didn’t know about his friend’s past and then wondered if he wasn’t safer ignorant of the knowledge. That feral smirk creeped him out to no end.

“My friend’s are presenting him as a wedding gift.” Severus answered and then gave a sort of sadistic cackle that made Max really want to be as far away from the man as possible.

“We are going to have a body to deal with, won’t we?” he asked carefully, he was thinking about exactly how to handle this and not land in prison.

Severus turned to him and smiled once more.

“Oh no my friend, there won’t be that much left. Luce and I are artists at what we do.” With that said he turned back to look out the window.

A/N~ I just realized you all must think I am awful cause I don’t do like most and do individual thank yous…I would, but to be honest, by the time I am to this point in my journey of writing I just want to get it to you as fast as I can. What I am planning to do at the end of this thing…whenever that may be…is to simply do a chapter thanking everyone that reviewed, because each and every one of you have meant so much to me, even the couple that flamed me.

Is there more insight that you all would like to see into my Lifestyle? If so, ask, I’ll do my best to either answer here or work it in so you can see how it works in real life.

I really must thank empathic_siren…from her I got the idea of Harry’s cold little feet at night and a few other ideas I plan to maybe use later on down the road. She’s really helped me keep the last few chapters from going into emotional overload which would have been way to easy to do. There will be more information on what Morgan did do to Harry in upcoming chapters, I just felt it would really be too much for you all to put it all here at once.

Unbroken_halo is very correct, I have sugar coated quite a bit in the past chapters, it was not done out of disrespect to you as my reader, but out of a sense of protection from me. What I am writing about, I am drawing from what I have witnessed first hand, and if you could have a glimpse into my pensieve, you’d need dreamless sleep, I know I do.

In many ways this story is not only helping others see my lifestyle in a different way, but it is a form of therapy for me to purge some of what I have carried around inside for years. These are not things I can simply make an appointment with a therapist and tell her I witnessed…too many nosy questions.

If any of you wonder if Morgan exists, he does. He is currently serving time for the murder of his lover. Personally, after I identified the body of my friend, I was all for vigilante justice, but good friends kept me out of gaol.

Okay, I am sure you all are tired of my rambling by now and I am off to bake cookies, just wanted to let you all know that yes, I appreciate each and every one of you and love you all. May whatever Deity you look upon Bless you and keep you.

To my blessed golden snitch…can’t wait until you get out here..Missouri will never be the same after your visit. I love ya Sis.

Kel