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Marriage Law Chapter 9
Marriage Law Chapter 9
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The owl on the perch swooped down and transformed into a
tall, stocky wizard with black hair.
“You would have thought you would have at least invited me
to the wedding,” the older man sniffed. “See what lengths I have to go to, just
to give my daughter-in-law her wedding present.”
Hermione studied the similarities between the men. They had
the same nose, but where Severus had a finely boned face his father had a wide
expanse of brow and cheeks. His father had longer hair and it was striped with
white at irregular intervals. Both were wearing black, but his father wore
plainer robes.
“How did you know?” Hermione asked, reaching for for a
volume.
“I followed you around the bookstore,” said Severus’ father.
“You didn’t want to put those down.”
“Do you have any sense of decency?” asked Severus. “Stalking
a poor girl around a book store.”
“My daughter-in-law, I might add,” said Severus’ father,
pulling himself up to his full height, about an inch above Severus. “Whom I
have never gotten to meet, although we share the same name.”
“Aren’t you being a little dramatic?” asked Severus,
annoyed.
A small elf appeared in the doorway, balancing a plate of
breakfast in one hand.
“Oh!” squeaked Dobby, surprised. “I will get breakfast for
company. Pardons sirs and miss.” He scrambled backwards out of the room.
“No, I don’t think so,” said Severus’ father, just as
annoyed with his son.
“Thank you so much,” said Hermione softly, interrupting
them. “This is an incredible gift.” She was stroking the heavy leather cover of
Merlin’s Biography.
“Well, at least one of you has manners,” said Severus’
father stubbornly.
Breakfast plates began appearing on the table and Hermione
quickly scrambled for the books. She piled them on the bed as food appeared.
“I am Jacob Snape, head of the Snape family, and father to
this pain in the arse,” said Jacob Snape, spreading marmalade on a piece of
toast. Hermione tried not to stifle a giggle. “And you are Hermione Snape,
formerly Granger. A top student at this school with promise to go far. An
incident with a Time Turner made you above the age of consent before
graduation, which allowed my son to marry you legally, if not ethically.” He
narrowed his eyes at his son. “My son petitioned for your custody as soon as
you were available and out of three candidates you chose him, although I’m
bewildered as to why.”
“He was the best choice,” said Hermione, before a sound
could leave Severus’ open mouth. She shoved a small muffin in his hand and
guided it up to his mouth.
Jacob stared at the pair for a moment before he started
snickering. “Obviously,” he said, amused. Severus lowered his eyebrows at him,
but there was nothing he could do with a mouthful of food.
“It isn’t that you finally got married,” said Jacob,
sighing. “Obviously she was the intelligent choice, and it’s obvious you fancy
each other,” Severus choked on his muffin. “But did you have to petition for
her? Your mother’s having fits! Couldn’t you have eloped like a normal person?”
Hermione reached out for a teapot and poured herself a cup.
“It seemed to be our best choice to do things the proper way.”
“You must come visit us in our French estate during the summer,”
said Jacob aside to Hermione.
“I was planning on the Russian estate,” said Severus. “She’s
never been to Russia.”
“Well,” said Jacob, his smile frozen on his face. “We’ll
have to visit you, then.”
“I’ll be looking forward to” sa” said Hermione, before
Severus could say anything.
“Now about you dear,” Jacob said turning to Hermione. “I
tried to look you up in the Wizarding registrars, but you didn’t seem to be
there. Where is your family from?”
Hermione’s cheeks flamed red and she looked at Severus.
“She’s muggle-borne,” said Severus flatly.
“Oh,” said Jacob sitting back in his chair. “I see. Well.
You’re still top in your class?”
Hermione nodded silently, thinking it best to keep silent.
“Well, can’t blame a person for their parentage,” said
Jacob, looking at Severus, slightly disgusted. “Your Great Uncle Johann was a Mudblood,
and his line turned out just fine.” He smiled at Hermione.
Hermione tried to look cordial as she took a bite of muffin.
Severus looked at her quickly.
“Well, at the very least,” Jacob said, rising to his feet. “Owl your mother. She’s driving me mad.”
“I will,” Severus said glumly.
Jacobs form seemed to bunch up and he transformed back into
a large eagle owl. He hooted as he flapped out the window and into the clear
blue sky.
Marriage Law Chapter 9
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The owl on the perch swooped down and transformed into a
tall, stocky wizard with black hair.
“You would have thought you would have at least invited me
to the wedding,” the older man sniffed. “See what lengths I have to go to, just
to give my daughter-in-law her wedding present.”
Hermione studied the similarities between the men. They had
the same nose, but where Severus had a finely boned face his father had a wide
expanse of brow and cheeks. His father had longer hair and it was striped with
white at irregular intervals. Both were wearing black, but his father wore
plainer robes.
“How did you know?” Hermione asked, reaching for for a
volume.
“I followed you around the bookstore,” said Severus’ father.
“You didn’t want to put those down.”
“Do you have any sense of decency?” asked Severus. “Stalking
a poor girl around a book store.”
“My daughter-in-law, I might add,” said Severus’ father,
pulling himself up to his full height, about an inch above Severus. “Whom I
have never gotten to meet, although we share the same name.”
“Aren’t you being a little dramatic?” asked Severus,
annoyed.
A small elf appeared in the doorway, balancing a plate of
breakfast in one hand.
“Oh!” squeaked Dobby, surprised. “I will get breakfast for
company. Pardons sirs and miss.” He scrambled backwards out of the room.
“No, I don’t think so,” said Severus’ father, just as
annoyed with his son.
“Thank you so much,” said Hermione softly, interrupting
them. “This is an incredible gift.” She was stroking the heavy leather cover of
Merlin’s Biography.
“Well, at least one of you has manners,” said Severus’
father stubbornly.
Breakfast plates began appearing on the table and Hermione
quickly scrambled for the books. She piled them on the bed as food appeared.
“I am Jacob Snape, head of the Snape family, and father to
this pain in the arse,” said Jacob Snape, spreading marmalade on a piece of
toast. Hermione tried not to stifle a giggle. “And you are Hermione Snape,
formerly Granger. A top student at this school with promise to go far. An
incident with a Time Turner made you above the age of consent before
graduation, which allowed my son to marry you legally, if not ethically.” He
narrowed his eyes at his son. “My son petitioned for your custody as soon as
you were available and out of three candidates you chose him, although I’m
bewildered as to why.”
“He was the best choice,” said Hermione, before a sound
could leave Severus’ open mouth. She shoved a small muffin in his hand and
guided it up to his mouth.
Jacob stared at the pair for a moment before he started
snickering. “Obviously,” he said, amused. Severus lowered his eyebrows at him,
but there was nothing he could do with a mouthful of food.
“It isn’t that you finally got married,” said Jacob,
sighing. “Obviously she was the intelligent choice, and it’s obvious you fancy
each other,” Severus choked on his muffin. “But did you have to petition for
her? Your mother’s having fits! Couldn’t you have eloped like a normal person?”
Hermione reached out for a teapot and poured herself a cup.
“It seemed to be our best choice to do things the proper way.”
“You must come visit us in our French estate during the summer,”
said Jacob aside to Hermione.
“I was planning on the Russian estate,” said Severus. “She’s
never been to Russia.”
“Well,” said Jacob, his smile frozen on his face. “We’ll
have to visit you, then.”
“I’ll be looking forward to” sa” said Hermione, before
Severus could say anything.
“Now about you dear,” Jacob said turning to Hermione. “I
tried to look you up in the Wizarding registrars, but you didn’t seem to be
there. Where is your family from?”
Hermione’s cheeks flamed red and she looked at Severus.
“She’s muggle-borne,” said Severus flatly.
“Oh,” said Jacob sitting back in his chair. “I see. Well.
You’re still top in your class?”
Hermione nodded silently, thinking it best to keep silent.
“Well, can’t blame a person for their parentage,” said
Jacob, looking at Severus, slightly disgusted. “Your Great Uncle Johann was a Mudblood,
and his line turned out just fine.” He smiled at Hermione.
Hermione tried to look cordial as she took a bite of muffin.
Severus looked at her quickly.
“Well, at the very least,” Jacob said, rising to his feet. “Owl your mother. She’s driving me mad.”
“I will,” Severus said glumly.
Jacobs form seemed to bunch up and he transformed back into
a large eagle owl. He hooted as he flapped out the window and into the clear
blue sky.