This first chapter is mostly fluff, but this sequel will be darker than its predecessor eventually, hence the higher rating. I'll like to thank all my lovely reviewers that wanted a sequel in the first place! If you haven't read "The Raven and the Dove-part one: Finding Him", I strongly suggest you do so before you read this. My Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling created Harry Potter and all related characters and places. I created Mallory, her family, and her Irish friends. The featured song is an Irish traditional. So go ahead, Read, Review, and Enjoy!

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The O'Kenly house was a quaint cottage in the countrysides of Ireland. It had a basic square shape to it and two floors for living. Eamon O'Kenly was an eccentric man for a Wizard. He possessed muggle appliances and had electricity run through the house. Not that the house had the appearance of modern muggle home. The appliances he did own were few and mainly were ones used in the kitchen, and he even had electric lights installed. "I'm tired of always cleaning up candle wax," he use to say.

Though it was not exactly the living conditions Severus Snape was use to, he found Mallory's home quite comfortable. The two of them had been staying in Ireland for the whole of the summer so far. It was the first time that the two of them wer really living together. Snape has seen it as a wonderful way to finally get to know Mallory beyond Hogwarts and her teaching role. In only six weeks he had discovered many more quirks about her then he could have imagined. She brushed her teeth in the shower, was allergic to dandelions, thought some writer named Douglas Adams was the most brilliant man ever born, and surprising of all, she loved to sing. She said when she was at home, she'd sing all the time. She was too self-conscious to ever do it at her places of employment. She never needed a reason, she just would burst into song at the oddest moments. It wasn't as if she was a terrible singer or anything, but once in a while, it would just get annoying.

Thankfully, she wasn't much in singing mood that day. Her and Severus were lounging in her living room quietly. He was sitting up while the Mallory's blonde head rested on his lap as she stretched out on the sofa. She seemed to have been concentrating on something at the other end of the sofa, and Snape lazily stroked her hair as he admired her. A year ago he would have snapped at you and called you a lunatic if you told him that he would find love in the sweet innocent creature next him now. Well, I would hardly call someone who not five months ago killed a man "innocent", Snape thought, Though, the world is for the better without Peter Pettigrew. No, in Severus' mind, Mallory was perfect; perfect mind, perfect hair, perfect eyes, perfect mouth, just everything.

"My feet are ugly," Mallory announced abruptly.

"I beg your pardon?" Severus came out of his reverie.

"I said my feet are ugly."

"Everyone's feet are ugly, my dear, why should yours be the exception?"

"I'm not saying they should be," she retorted, sitting herself up and straddling Severus' lap so they were face to face, "I'm just saying they're ugly."

"If half of your day's dwellings were on the attractiveness of your feet, I seriously think we need to occupy your mind on more intelligent matters."

She kissed him on the nose. "Funny you should mention the idleness of our day, because I have a plan."

Severus' eyes narrowed at her. Somehow he had the feeling he wasn't going to enjoy whatever it was that was threading through her mind. Instead of vocalizing those sentiments, he just said, "Oh really?"

She hopped off him and stuck her thumbs in her belt loops. There weren't many people he thought looked attractive in muggle clothes, but Mallory did look fabulous in a pair of jean shorts and a simple green T-Shirt. "I thought, since you once expressed an interest to get introduced more to Irish culture, I fancied we'd go to a pub!"

He raised a black eyebrow. "A pub? Aren't you just playing into an Irish stereotype?"

"Yes, but this one is true. We do just hang out in pubs and drink green beer!" She smiled broadly, an action that under a year go she did rarely. Until recently she had this almost mental illness where she wouldn't let anyone physically touch her. She was closed, cold, and shy. She attributed her transformation to her love for Severus. And a way, she transformed him. "Come on, Sev, is just a small place in town. Dad use to go there all the time!"

"It's a muggle pub isn't it?"

"Of course! Dad held no heirs because he was a wizard! And Mum obviously had no qualms with mortals!"

He was about to make the observation that Mallory's Faerie mother lost her immortality and died because of her affinity for mortals, but decided it was a highly improper comment to make. He just bore an expression of disgust as he said, "Yes, but a muggle town, a muggle pub, that means wearing...."

"Oh, Sevy, you look so sexy in the black slacks and shirt I bought you! It's not like I'm asking you to go out in sweatpants and a shirt that reads 'I'm with stupid'!"

Severus sighed. "Fine."

She clapped her hands happily then dashed up the stairs to their room to find the outfit (she had to hide it from him since he threatened to burn it). Severus stood up and stretched. He was about ot head to the kitchen to get some coffee, but the familiar tapping at the window stopped his steps. A spotted owl hovered just outside, with a copy of the Daily Prophet in its talons. Just because he was in another country, he wasn't going to not keep up on affairs back home. He opened the window and the bird flew in, circled the room a couple times before dropping the paper in Severus' outstretched hand. It then went off on it's merry way. He had just read the headline as Mallory came back down with his cloths draped over her arm. "Shit."

"Severus?" She put the outfit on the sofa and crossed the room to where he stood. "What is it?"

"It's happened, Mally." His countance was very grim and his look of worry worried her.

"Dammit, Severus, what has?!"

"Azkaban. Azkaban is empty. Every prisoner, every Dementor, they've all gone missing."

Mallory swallowed hard. "Does it say how?"

Severus scowled. "Oh, Fudge is quoted with some hair-brained cover-up idea, but you and I both know what's going on. Voldemort just as well now has a complete army." Then Severus erupted. "How can that idiot Fudge still ignore everything! Is his denial truly greater than his common sense! I should be back there."

Mallory took his arm and forced a cheesy smile. "Come on, Sev, we're in Ireland! Let's adopt the Irish mentality of 'The problem's in Britain, so let's ignore it'!"

He shrugged her off. "Mally, please, this not for joking! We should be going back now. The ministry may want you-"

"Bollocks to the ministry! We can leave tomorrow if you want, but for at least one more bloody day, let's pretend the world isn't on the brink of being taken over by a great evil, and come with me to this lovely pub! I'm going to be happy for at least one more day. Then we can go back to real world. Okay!?" She flung his muggle gear at him and disappeared into some other part of the house.

He picked up his clothes, and muttered to himself, "One more day...happy....right."
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As they walked towards the small building with a fading wooden sign that read "The Green Dragon", Severus tried for Mallory's sake to push the morning's headline to the back of his mind. He was also greatly occupied by how uncomfortable his clothes were. The shoes pinched his toes, the shirt cuffs irritating his wrists, and he just basically felt ridiculous.

"Severus, stop fidgeting."

"This is intolerable."

"If you love me, you'll shut up and be nice starting right now."

"You are such a wonderful motivator."

She stopped at a green wooden door with chipped paint and smlied at him. "I know I am." She knocked, causing more paint to flake off.

"We're not opened for another 30 minutes you pissant drunks!" Came a loud voice from within.

"You've called me many things in my life, Joseph Vaughn, but never that!" Mallory shouted through the door.

There was a rapid sound of locks being undone. The door swung open ot reveal a greying, bearded, plump, kindly looking man. His mouth hung open for a moment as he looked at Mallory. "Bless my soul! For a moment I thought it was Cerridwen back from the grave!"

Mallory luaghed. "My mother had many talents, Joe, but not resurrection." She moved and hugged the older man around his full middle.

Joe had tears in his eyes as he hugged her back. "Aye, lass, 'tis good ot have ya' back. Come on, now come in, come in!"

Mallory grabbed Severus' wrist, who was staying off to the side of the entry way, so the bartender never noticed him. "Joe, I have to introduce some one to you." She dragged Severus in front of her so Joe could get a good look at him. To Mallory, he looked like a child being examined by his headmaster.

"A bit pale and thin, doesn't get out in the sun much does he?" Behind him, Severus could here Mallory giggle. Joe continued, "Nasty mark there, son, where'd ya' get that?" He asked, reffering to the scar down Severus' left cheek.

"From a friend," He answered.

"Well, so the man does speak! The quiet type, like you, eh Mal? What's your name, son?"

"Severus."

"English."

"Yes."

"You're one of them?"

"One of what?"

"Yes, he is," Mallory interjected into the inquisition.

"He makes you happy, dove?"

"Yes."

"Well then, I approve," said Joe, moving behind the bar. "The usual for you, Mal?"

"Yes, and same for Severus."

"I didn't know I needed his approval," Severus whispered.

"After dad, died, Joe took care of me. This was the equivalent of meeting the parents."

Severus' lip twitched annoyance. "You could have warned me. What did he mean by 'one of them', anyway?"

"Asking if you were a wizard, like my dad."

"How does he know about your family's abilities?"

Mallory shrugged. "My father was very open about who he was, and what his wife was. He didn't have the fear most wizards have about the nonmagics. He trusted every patron of this pub. These were his friends, and this was my family when I had none." She smiled ruefully. "Though I must admit I never realised it back then, being the angry girl I was."

Mallory and Severus sat at one of the small, round, wooden tables as Joe served them. He place two glass mugs on the table. Mallory immediatly picked hers up and took a drink as Severus inspected his disdainfully. "What is this?"

"Guinness, my dear," she took another swig.

Joe sat next to Mallory and placed a fatherly arm around her shoulders. "It's been a long time, dove, what have ya been up to, lass?"

"Teaching, that's how I met Severus."

"A teacher, eh? At that school of yours apparently. So, what's your subject?"

"Defense Against the Dark Arts, and Severus is potions."

Joe laugh. "Oh, now I see why she likes you! A shared passions for the potions."

Severus sneered. He was not liking how knowledgable this muggle was of the wizarding world, and how he knew more about Mallory than he seemed to. "I would hope, that her affections toward me are based more on then just our mutual interest in potions," he said, perhaps a little too snidely. Mallory smacked him under the table and Joe frowned.

Finally, the graying man stood and moved back to his bar. "Must gettin' ready," he said, "the boys will be here any moment."

Severus turned to Mallory and mouthed, "'The Boys'?"

As if on cue, the door burst open and a whole stream of men, ranging from their twenties to middle-aged to maybe early sixties flowed in. And all at once, the mass seemed to stop, quiet and stared at the couple sitting at the table. Severus stood and moved out of the way of the impending rush. Sure enough, as the Mallory stood and embraced the first man, everyone else ad to get in. She was being passed, hugged, kiss, patted on the head, and all the time she was all smiles. Severus, though apart from the cloud, couldn't help but smile at the display.

"Mallory, lass, where have you been hiding?"

"It's been ages!"

"You're as lovely as your mother."

Every other word was some varitiation of those phrases from the workers on their lunch break. But finally one phrase silenced them all, "Give us a song!" After a second they burst back into an agreement of the sentiment. From Severus' standpoint she didn't seem to have a choice on the matter as the hoisted atop one of the tables.

Atop her pinnacle, Mallory suoght out Severus in the crowd, and she smiled before she let out her first note. Then she began:

"Black is the coulour of my true love's hair.
His face is like some rosy fair,
The prertiest face and the neatest hands,
I love the ground whereon he stands.

I love my love and well he knows
I know the ground whereon he goes.
If you no more on earth I see,
I can't sere you as you have me.

The winter's passed and the leaves are green.
The Time is passed that we have seen,
But still I hope the time will come
When you and I shall be as one.

I go to Clyde for to mourn and weep,
But satisfied I never could sleep,
I'll write you a few short lines
I'll suffer death ten thousand times.

So fare you well, my own true love
The time has passed, but I wish you well.
But still I hope the time will come
When you and I will be as one.

I love my love and well he knows
I love the ground whereon he goes,
The prettiest face, the neatest hands
I love the ground whereon he stands."

She smiled and bowed once she had finished her song. A pair of hands reached up, grabbed her waist, and helped her off the table. "Kiernan!" She smiled at the platinum blonde young man, still holding her waist.

I was about this time that Severus decided to make his presence known. He slid his own arm around her waist and gently tugged her out of his grasp. Kiernan looked at Severus annoyed, but it changed to a touch of fear when he finally took in the taller, and older, man's gothic appeaance. "P-pardon me," Kiernen stuttered, "just offering the lady some assistance."

"Thank you," Mallory said. Severus said nothing. Mallory sighed and introduced them. "Severus, this Kiernan, we sort of grew up together. Kiernan, this is Severus, my boyfriend."

Boyfriend. It was the first time either of them used that word and it sounded odd in Severus' ears. Not wrong or bad, just odd. All in all, he had the sudden desire to just leave. Maybe because he wasn't use to the crowd, or maybe it was he was getting a headache by the shine off the boy's pale hair. Either way, he somewhat forcefully led Mally out of the pub without a singel farewell.

On the road, Mallory wretched herself away from him and glared angerly. "That was just a bit rude!"

"It was getting stuffy in there."

"Ha! I just think you were having problems seeing other men handle me, as innocent as it all was." He didn't respond in any way. "I'm not afraid anymore, I don't have that silly problem of not liking human touch. You may have been the first Severus, but now that I'm better it's not a sin to hug another man. Bloody hell, the way you were acting in there it was as if I was making out with Kiernan!"

"I said it was just getting a little noisy and stuffy."

She huffed and crossed her arms. "Right."

"Well," Severus said in mock brightness, "since happy time is over already, and I've seen your precious pub, I think we're ready to go back to Britain, don't you think?"

She stomped off ahead of him, but as she passed he heard her mutter, "I hate you."

"Just remember this outing was your idea!" He called after her. He shook his head and followed her. After all, there were more important things going on than the meeting of old acquaintances, and they both knew it