This is one of two sequels to 'What Dumbledore Saw.' Both start with the same scene, and start deviating from there. Both can be read with out the other, and there is no order in which to read them. In fact, up until now, I have only called the Option #1 and Option #2. When I named this one, I didn't have the heart to remove the Option #2, so for now, it stays. When Option #1 finally gets uploaded, you'll notice that there is little difference, between the two stories first chapter or two. The sequence of events is very similar, but the change is there. These events set up the main two characters and after that, it is an exploration of time and age. Though the starts are similar, things quickly begin to snowball, to the point, that neither set of characters truly resemble each other, save in name and heritage. It was very interesting to write and discover just how much of an impact ten years can have on my characters. In this one, the events start much later than in the other. Thanks to Sora, my cohort in the Dark Sisters collaboration, and to Lilliwen, who read both tales as I was weaving them. Neither tale would exist with out their constant reading and encouragement. So, with out further ado, let the story begin!

Option #2: Reflections

Professor Snape was a notoriously impatient man when interrupted, which made the fact that the man was patiently standing before the headmaster's desk all the more unusual. Regardless, Dumbledore was grateful for this, as the scene he had seen the evening before still enjoyed plaguing his mind. He gestured to a seat and the professor sat, not speaking the whole while. "Severus," the headmaster started. "Are you aware that women are not to be left unattended in your chambers?"

"Yes, headmaster."

"And are you also aware that storing their possessions in your chambers is also strictly prohibited?"

"Yes, headmaster."

"Then can you please explain to me why I saw a woman leaving your chambers late yesterday evening when you had yet to return to your chambers?"

Professor Snape looked slightly nervous - a sure sign that he was far more than a little unnerved. "That was my...cousin, sir."

The headmaster raised an eye brow. Professor Snape looked him directly in the eye, pleading to avoid explanation or being reported. Dumbledore pointedly looked at his outer robe. Snape looked at him, confused. After Dumbledore had repeated the gesture, he hesitantly removed his outer robe. This continued until the door had been locked and Snape was sitting there, bare as the day he was born, face hidden behind his curtain of black hair. The headmaster walked up to the Professor and, pulling back his robe, exposed himself in the younger man's face. With a defeated face, the Professor took it into his mouth. The headmaster enjoyed his administrations before shoving the man's head back. Pulling the professor up, the headmaster bent him over the desk before slamming into the man. The professor whimpered. The headmaster did not pause to contemplate that the professor was very slick without any preparation. Working the other man as he went, the headmaster roughly slammed himself to his climax, velvety walls driving him wild. Not caring that his companion had yet to harden, nonetheless come to completion, he pulled out, calmly waited as the man dressed himself slowly, shaking the entire time.

Coolly, in a nonplussed tone, the headmaster spoke. "I see, Severus. Your cousin is free to stay with you for as long as you'd like, though you may be happier with an added bedroom in your chambers. I shall personally see to it that it happens by tomorrow evening. In the future, I hope you will confide in me before your relatives move in with you."

Head down, Professor Snape made his reply. "Yes, headmaster, thank you for forgiving my thoughtlessness. My cousin is very shy and shaken by her husband's behavior, I doubt she'll cause any fuss to the faculty or the students. Thank you again." With that, the professor turned and quickly exited the office, not caring to see the satisfied look on the headmaster's face. 'Ah,' the headmaster thought, 'I must do that again.'

Dumbledore frequently invited Professor Snape down to his office to discuss his cousin's situations over the next few months, each one ending the same way down to the slightest touch. As Professor Snape had stated, his cousin's presence changed little about the school. In fact, save the two of them, no one knew of her arrival or existence. And even then, Dumbledore had only seen her once. A fact for which Snape was very grateful. Which is why no one could have predicted the events that would shake the foundations of Hogwarts itself.

Despite the shattered illusions and now tainted fantasies he had of Professor Snape, he was still, as always, a busybody who liked to snoop around. After avoiding Professor Snape's chambers since the incident, Dumbledore finally caved to his curiosity and returned to his chambers. Hoping to possibly find the line that divided the professor's knickers from his cousins, (the professor, he had noted, seemed to always wear the exact same undergarments as his cousin) he began towards the dresser, intending to search them with must gusto. He never made it. The moment he was too far to make a safe dash to the door, the bathroom door opened. Safely ensconced in the shadows, the headmaster saw the same woman, the professor's 'cousin', leaving the bathroom. Unlike the last time, she did not even bother with a towel, her eyes red and sunken. Through the door he could see little white sticks and upturned potion vials littering the bathroom floor. Throwing herself on the bed with little abandon, she lifted her wand. Her lips parted, a cracking, smoky voice intoning one of the most emotional spells a witch or wizard could ever cast. A thick mist flowed out of the wand over her abdomen, where it began to glow. Tears continued to run down her face as she softly denied the world around her. She suddenly bolted to the bathroom, still uncaring of her naked form. Dumbledore quickly took the opportunity to leave, with every intention of reviewing the scene in his pensieve.

'It's a miracle that Dumbledore had yet to notice,' the woman decided, hands lazily stroking her large stomach, skin taunt. Occasionally the skin bulged out a little as the woman's hand brushed over the spot. She smiled sadly. Humming, she stood up and walked to the armoire. She gently dressed herself, careful of her swollen breasts. Looking in the mirror, she grimaced at her reflection before opening the top drawer of the dresser. She removed the false bottom, revealing rows upon rows of tiny vials. The woman picked one of the vials up, knocked it back, and returned the drawer to its previous position. Five minutes later, Professor Snape briskly walked out of his chambers towards his first class of the day.

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Layelleswen