For Love of a Child
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
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Adult +
Chapters:
1
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3,258
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5
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For Love of a Child
For Love of a Child
By: tatiana
“Lumos.” He whispered and watched as a faint light glowed from the tip of his wand. Slipping quietly out of the bed as not to disturb his sleeping wife, he crept silently over to the crib in the far corner of the room and peered at the tiny figure lying snugly in the blankets. Smoothing a stray blonde curl back from the child’s forehead he looked on in wonder at her tiny hands, which were balled into tight fists and her perfect rosebud mouth. Her lips frowned for a moment and she whimpered quietly in her sleep before relaxing again.
Over the past six months since her arrival in this world, he had grown to love this child more than he had ever thought he was capable of loving another being. Of course, he loved his wife beyond all measure, but this kind of love was different, it was a pure and untainted love that was more powerful than any spell he had ever known.
At first, he had tried to distance himself from this intriguing little creature, but eventually his wife –being the clever witch that she is- had managed to find an excuse to slip away for a few hours, leaving him alone with the child.
He had been informed that she was sleeping and should remain so for the next few hours, therefore it was very unlikely that he would have much to do. He had paced about in the sitting room for the first forty-five minutes, listening carefully for the slightest noise until he finally settled into a chair with the la edi edition of Ars Alchemia. It was then that he heard her, gently cooing and laughing to herself. He had glanced at the clock on the wall, an unsettling feeling pooling in the pit of his stomach when he had realized that his wife would not be back for at least another three hours.
What was he going to do with a baby for three hours?
He had thought about trying to convince Minerva to take over the duty with the excuse of needing to finish some workt qut quickly remembered that she was away at a Ministry conference that weekend. Armed with the knowledge that his wife would be furious at him if he left the child with anyone other than Minerva, he finally admitted defeat. Steeling himself with the same resolve he used to face the Dark Lord, he entered the room to find himself alone with her.
From her crib, she had watched him cautiously as he approached and peered up at him as he loomed over her. Her tiny feet kicked at the air as she greeted him happily and she graced him with her infectious smile. And at that moment, as she had lay there looking up at him with those familiar brown eyes, he had felt something that he never felt before. She had reached for him with her chubby hands, inviting him to take her into his arms and he had obliged, scooping her up and holding her to his chest.
He hadn’t fully understood what was happening, children weren’t supposed to like him, they scurried out of his path whenever they saw him approaching. But in his arms was this child, gazing at him with such adoration and trust that it had overwhelmed him for a moment.
Sitting on the edge of the large four-poster bed he shared with his wife, he had sat her on his lap so that he could get a proper look at her. Her face was so perfectly round and the light dusting of curls that covered her head were fine and silky beneath his rough fingers. He had noticed that her eyes were a soft, deep brown rimmed with a hint of gray and framed by almost invisible blonde lashes.
She looked so much like her mother with the exception of the few unfortunate traits she shared with her father. A burden that would become easier to bear only with time.
He had fallen in love with her instantly that day and he had vowed to himself that he would do whatever he must to protect her.
And tonight, that promise would be fulfilled.
~~~~
*POP*
He moved stealthily as a shadowed figure through the cavernous hallways, not stopping until he found the doorway he desired. Pausing momentarily to break the protective wards, he pushed open the heavy mahogany door and pulled it shut behind him with a quiet click.
The room was lit only by the dying embers in the hearth, but he moved around the furniture with ease before stopping at the foot of the bed to watch the sleeping figure before him.
Mudblood. Half-breed. Bastard.
Words that had been whispered venomously in his ear just the night before.
‘You should have heard her screaming my name. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say she enjoyed herself.
He shook his head to wash away the images that now flooded his mind.
She had been alone.
Why had she been sent to Hogsmeade alone?
It had been a seventh year Ravenclaw who had found her.
Battered and clinging to life.
He knew.
But was powerless.
Forced to listen to his taunts as his seed grew within her.
‘Filthy little beast it will be.’
‘Really, she should consider herself privileged to be having a child with such pure blood, don’t you agree?’
He raised his wand and in a barely audible voice he whispered, “Avada Kedavra.”
He watched as the stream of green light struck the sleeping figure and the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest stilled, the only sign that the curse had been effective.
With a satisfied smirk, he retraced his steps thr through the dark hallways and disappeared into the shadows.
~~~
The following morning, the feeling of a tiny finger attempting to pry apart his lips awakened him. Reluctantly he opened his eyes to discover himself in a very crowded bed.
He was surrounded by his wife, who was propped up next to him opening the morning edition of The Daily Prophet, her meddlesome orange ball of fur that she affectionately called ‘Crookshanks’, who was sprawled across his legs and finally, the daughter that he would now claim as his own, who was between the two of them currently trying in earnest to peek into his mouth.
He scooped the little girl into his arms and held her in the air above him as she flailed her arms and legs, squealing with delight. He brought her down to his chest and planted a kiss on her nose before raising her into the air again, eliciting more happy squeals. The sound was like music to his ears.
His wife gasped softly and he turned to her, “Is everything alright?”
She spoke quietly, reading from the paper that she held in her hands, “Early this morning, notorious wizard Lucius Malfoy was discovered dead at his family home in Malvern. Although details have not been released, it was confirmed that cause of death was the ‘Avada Kedavra’ curse, also known as the ‘killing curse’. Ministry officials have not said whether they have identified a suspect, however it is common knowledge that Mr. Malfoy had made several enemies when he denounced his support of He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named. The Ministry has assigned several Aurors to this case and they will be working around the clock to bring the murderer to justice.”
She turned, looking from her husband to her daughter, who was ned ced comfortably in his arms and tugging playfully at a lock of his dark hair.
And she knew.
A/N – The idea of the Malfoy’s having a family home in Malvern comes from the amazing story ‘Flame & Moonlight’ by the wonderfully talented LadyMalfoy. Please feed a starving artist. Donations by way of reviews are greatly appreciated. ;)
By: tatiana
“Lumos.” He whispered and watched as a faint light glowed from the tip of his wand. Slipping quietly out of the bed as not to disturb his sleeping wife, he crept silently over to the crib in the far corner of the room and peered at the tiny figure lying snugly in the blankets. Smoothing a stray blonde curl back from the child’s forehead he looked on in wonder at her tiny hands, which were balled into tight fists and her perfect rosebud mouth. Her lips frowned for a moment and she whimpered quietly in her sleep before relaxing again.
Over the past six months since her arrival in this world, he had grown to love this child more than he had ever thought he was capable of loving another being. Of course, he loved his wife beyond all measure, but this kind of love was different, it was a pure and untainted love that was more powerful than any spell he had ever known.
At first, he had tried to distance himself from this intriguing little creature, but eventually his wife –being the clever witch that she is- had managed to find an excuse to slip away for a few hours, leaving him alone with the child.
He had been informed that she was sleeping and should remain so for the next few hours, therefore it was very unlikely that he would have much to do. He had paced about in the sitting room for the first forty-five minutes, listening carefully for the slightest noise until he finally settled into a chair with the la edi edition of Ars Alchemia. It was then that he heard her, gently cooing and laughing to herself. He had glanced at the clock on the wall, an unsettling feeling pooling in the pit of his stomach when he had realized that his wife would not be back for at least another three hours.
What was he going to do with a baby for three hours?
He had thought about trying to convince Minerva to take over the duty with the excuse of needing to finish some workt qut quickly remembered that she was away at a Ministry conference that weekend. Armed with the knowledge that his wife would be furious at him if he left the child with anyone other than Minerva, he finally admitted defeat. Steeling himself with the same resolve he used to face the Dark Lord, he entered the room to find himself alone with her.
From her crib, she had watched him cautiously as he approached and peered up at him as he loomed over her. Her tiny feet kicked at the air as she greeted him happily and she graced him with her infectious smile. And at that moment, as she had lay there looking up at him with those familiar brown eyes, he had felt something that he never felt before. She had reached for him with her chubby hands, inviting him to take her into his arms and he had obliged, scooping her up and holding her to his chest.
He hadn’t fully understood what was happening, children weren’t supposed to like him, they scurried out of his path whenever they saw him approaching. But in his arms was this child, gazing at him with such adoration and trust that it had overwhelmed him for a moment.
Sitting on the edge of the large four-poster bed he shared with his wife, he had sat her on his lap so that he could get a proper look at her. Her face was so perfectly round and the light dusting of curls that covered her head were fine and silky beneath his rough fingers. He had noticed that her eyes were a soft, deep brown rimmed with a hint of gray and framed by almost invisible blonde lashes.
She looked so much like her mother with the exception of the few unfortunate traits she shared with her father. A burden that would become easier to bear only with time.
He had fallen in love with her instantly that day and he had vowed to himself that he would do whatever he must to protect her.
And tonight, that promise would be fulfilled.
~~~~
*POP*
He moved stealthily as a shadowed figure through the cavernous hallways, not stopping until he found the doorway he desired. Pausing momentarily to break the protective wards, he pushed open the heavy mahogany door and pulled it shut behind him with a quiet click.
The room was lit only by the dying embers in the hearth, but he moved around the furniture with ease before stopping at the foot of the bed to watch the sleeping figure before him.
Mudblood. Half-breed. Bastard.
Words that had been whispered venomously in his ear just the night before.
‘You should have heard her screaming my name. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say she enjoyed herself.
He shook his head to wash away the images that now flooded his mind.
She had been alone.
Why had she been sent to Hogsmeade alone?
It had been a seventh year Ravenclaw who had found her.
Battered and clinging to life.
He knew.
But was powerless.
Forced to listen to his taunts as his seed grew within her.
‘Filthy little beast it will be.’
‘Really, she should consider herself privileged to be having a child with such pure blood, don’t you agree?’
He raised his wand and in a barely audible voice he whispered, “Avada Kedavra.”
He watched as the stream of green light struck the sleeping figure and the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest stilled, the only sign that the curse had been effective.
With a satisfied smirk, he retraced his steps thr through the dark hallways and disappeared into the shadows.
~~~
The following morning, the feeling of a tiny finger attempting to pry apart his lips awakened him. Reluctantly he opened his eyes to discover himself in a very crowded bed.
He was surrounded by his wife, who was propped up next to him opening the morning edition of The Daily Prophet, her meddlesome orange ball of fur that she affectionately called ‘Crookshanks’, who was sprawled across his legs and finally, the daughter that he would now claim as his own, who was between the two of them currently trying in earnest to peek into his mouth.
He scooped the little girl into his arms and held her in the air above him as she flailed her arms and legs, squealing with delight. He brought her down to his chest and planted a kiss on her nose before raising her into the air again, eliciting more happy squeals. The sound was like music to his ears.
His wife gasped softly and he turned to her, “Is everything alright?”
She spoke quietly, reading from the paper that she held in her hands, “Early this morning, notorious wizard Lucius Malfoy was discovered dead at his family home in Malvern. Although details have not been released, it was confirmed that cause of death was the ‘Avada Kedavra’ curse, also known as the ‘killing curse’. Ministry officials have not said whether they have identified a suspect, however it is common knowledge that Mr. Malfoy had made several enemies when he denounced his support of He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named. The Ministry has assigned several Aurors to this case and they will be working around the clock to bring the murderer to justice.”
She turned, looking from her husband to her daughter, who was ned ced comfortably in his arms and tugging playfully at a lock of his dark hair.
And she knew.
A/N – The idea of the Malfoy’s having a family home in Malvern comes from the amazing story ‘Flame & Moonlight’ by the wonderfully talented LadyMalfoy. Please feed a starving artist. Donations by way of reviews are greatly appreciated. ;)