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A Timeless Teaser

Many miles away from where Hermione and her companions had landed a woman sat on her doorstep tending to fresh bruises and cuts that had been given to her only moments ago. She had watched with glee as her husband had stumbled out the door in a drunken rage after she had refused to…tend to him. She had watched as he pulled his keys from the coffee table and driven the car off down the road.

She hoped he crashed and died a very painful death.

It wasn't usually something you would say about your husband but she said it everyday. She said it as she made breakfast for him, as she did his laundry, as she made their bed, as she served him dinner, as she cleaned his house, as she did his dishes and as she slept next to him at night. Most of all she said it as she said it at times like these, where she sat out in the sun and dealt to her cuts and bruises that he gave her. It wasn't much of a hassle really, being a witch did help. The only problem was that she couldn't deal back to him without using magic and that was of course illegal.

Some days she wondered what had made her choose him in the first place but then she realized that it hadn't been that way in the beginning. He had been charming and sweet and kind but as soon as he had that ring on her finger it all changed. The one thing she could say she was grateful for was the beautiful son he had given her. She thanked Merlin every time he wasn't home to see her this way. Then again her husband didn't think much of him either. She thought of it as an annoyance really, the way he would hit her with all his muggle might but her son was always enraged by it. He had tried to fight back on occasion but she had always held him back, knowing that his temper would not scream at him to use magic.

Just as she cast the last of her bruises away and swallowed a potion for the pain there was a crack from the bushes in front of her. She rolled her eyes, knowing exactly who it was and what he was there for.

"I thought the mudblood would never leave," he said as he came out and dusted himself off, "Why do you stay with the idiot? You obviously don't love him."

"Because I'm just as stubborn as you are," she replied, "Why do you stay with your wife? You obviously don't love her and your father is dead. He can't say anything about it now."

"Matter of principle," he told her, "Malfoys don't get divorced."

Eileen Snape rolled her eyes at him. She may have loved him once, she probably still did, but she would never be able to get over the Malfoy rules. One set for them and another for everyone else.

"What does he want this time Abraxus?" She asked him, "I've already told him, he can't have my son."

"He knows he has to wait for that," he told her as he joined her on the patio, "He'll wait until Severus is out of school and then-"

"And then my days are numbered," she laughed, "I already know all his plans concerning my son and I'll tell you right now, none of them will work."

"And how are you so certain of that?" He asked her with a scoff, "You and I have watched him grow into what he is. You know the kind of power he holds."

"You can tell Tom straight from me," she said with smile full of secrets, "My son will go blond before he's ever a true Death Eater."

Abraxus just looked at her as though she'd gone mad but that was nothing unusual these days.

"He's willing to wait as long as it takes for Severus," he told her, "But he's not why I'm here."

She raised her eyebrows.

"I take it you remember Hermione Evans?" He asked her.

A great shock went down Eileen's spine as she stared at her former lover. That was a name she hadn't heard in over thirty years and she had hoped that the next time it found her ears it would have come from someone different. But her Prince genes kept her in check and she got a hold of herself quickly.

"What about her?" She asked.

"He seems to think that she's back in the country with her Uncle Leopold. Not sure about her fiancé though," Abraxus told her, "Apparently there are records saying he was killed at the front all those years back."

"Nice to know but what does all this have to do with me?" She asked curtly.

"He thinks that if Hermione goes to anyone while she's here it'll either be you or Dumbledore."

She laughed.

"He's still running on that theory is he?" She asked, "That she was one of Dumbledore's stooges sent to go and get rid of him? Or does he still think that she was trying to steal his glory?"

"It doesn't matter what he really thinks," he told her, "Not to you anyway. If she comes to you, he wants to know."

She scoffed.

"He'll leave Severus be if you hand her over."

Now he had her attention. She narrowed her eyes at him.

"I don't believe you." She snarled, standing from her seat and walking. He followed her inside her house and persisted. He would really get in trouble if he didn't find some kind of common ground with her.

"He's willing to-"

"I don't give a damn what he is willing to do!" she roared as they reached her kitchen, almost hitting him as she swung around to face him, "Not once has he ever done right by me or my son! Why on earth would he start now?!"

"You know what Hermione meant to him," he told her, grabbing her by the arms, almost trying to shake sense into her, "You know what she represented to him."

"Yeah, everything he is now!" She said as she struggled from his grip, "He couldn't have gotten much further with her by his side-"

"He doesn't see it that way!" He yelled as he knocked her into the kitchen counter and held her there, "Think about it Eileen! This is your chance to save both you and your son! If he had her then he wouldn't need Severus, he wouldn't have to spite you, everything that happened thirty years ago would be forgiven and you could walk through Diagon Alley or St Mungo's without fear of being attacked by Death Eaters in disguise!"

"I don't have any fear when it comes to him," she sneered, "Not anymore."

"That's why you married the muggle then is it?" He spat back, "That's why you hide here under hundreds of charms and spells to keep anything magical out?"

"You're here aren't you?" She quipped.

"Only because of the Fidelius charm you placed on me that night we-"

"Shut up!" She told him, "I had to do what was best for my son and after that mistake-"

"It wasn't a mistake and you know it," he told her, "You know it just as much as I do and if you would just stop being so stubborn and divorce Snape and come back to me-"

"To be your whore?" She laughed bitterly, "I'm better than that and you know it. I would be able to divorce Tobias if I wanted to but you; you would never leave Lestrange would you? Dearest Miala would never survive."

"He could order me to kill you at any moment Eileen!" He roared at her, "Just because he can't end it himself doesn't mean he can't send me to do it and I would have to, just to protect my own family!"

"And he knows just as much as I do that if he ever laid a finger on me, yours or his, Severus would never go near him," she smiled, "I'm everything to that boy, I'm all he's got and Tom knows it."

"Eileen you've backed yourself into a corner," he whispered desperately, "One of three things are going to happen here. Either he finds Hermione without your help and he doesn't need Severus anymore, in which case you're dead; or he finds a way to get around the fact that Severus loves you in which case you're dead; or you take this deal, hand over Hermione, he doesn't need Severus anymore in which case-"

"I'm dead anyway," she laughed again, "Face it Abraxus he isn't going to keep any promises concerning me unless it's to have me killed. I'm not going to get out of this alive. I've made my piece with it, it's time to make yours."

She gave an almighty shove, making him stumble and she walked over to the door, holding it open for him with a smirk.

"Now get out of my house," she told him firmly, "And don't come back unless it's to tell me that Miala's chest has finally exploded and her nose has fallen off."

He closed his eyes and shook his head before walking out her door without another word.

"And you can tell your lord to go fuck himself," she yelled after him, slamming her door shut and retiring to the living room to watch some T.V.