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Author's Note: I'm happy to have an amazing fan who comments on each chapter. I'd like to say I came up with an idea, and I'm unsure of what everyone will think. It will be a completely different story, yet the same. Like a branch off. But it starts in this story. Just not yet. Imagine, if you will, Helena playing Bellatrix, looking like Bellatrix, but acting like a normal person. A normal mother.

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Severus slowly un-wrapped his arms from his Great Grandmother's waist. He stared up at the woman who was a great deal taller, then noticed the bird who had delivered the package resting atop the window sill. Had it been a plan to get them together? Were they going to be in trouble? He shook it off.

"There are so many questions…" Severus started. Hermione stared at him in the mirror, her eyes showing her deep in thought.

"Severus is my cousin." Hermione muttered stupidly. It was a deep blow to her heart.

"Half cousins twice removed, or something like that." Severus replied, wondering how this woman came to be.

"Proklet." Tatiana muttered under her breath. She thought slowly, looking back at Hermione. "No matter, I have a betrothal agreement. As acting Matriarch of both families, the Princes' and their aforementioned descendants, and the Grangers, I can simply just give you my blessing."

"Wait, blessing? For what?" Hermione caught on. She stared between her Grandmother and her boyfriend. Had they had something planned?

"My glupav ustata…" Tatiana put her hand on the witch before her. "You'll come to know in time. For now, I must take my leave. Severus, I plan on arriving at Falkland shortly after you arrive. Do have Bellatrix prepare my room." Severus made to ask a question, but the woman had already entered the green flames. "Do sledvashtiya pŭt."

"What was she talking about, Severus?" Hermione asked quietly. Severus stared at Hermione for several minutes, his mind wrangling for an answer.

"I have no idea. What a strange woman." Severus smiled, a rather stupid one at that. Hermione pushed him from the room.

"Good night, Severus." She closed the door softly. He waited until he heard the bed springs pop as she laid down. So Hermione was the baby she had written about. At least he wouldn't have to explain that to her.

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It seemed like Christmas holiday had arrived in no time. Severus had watched as Hermione packed a few outfits into her trunk, then pulled her matching cloak off the coat rack she had enchanted to float in the corner.

"Are you sure your mother would want me to come? What if she doesn't like me?" Hermione's lip quivered. Severus wrapped his arms around her, brought her close, and firmly kissed her lips.

"Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn." Severus tried to impersonate Clark Gable. Hermione stood there, blushing.

"Alright, out with you, go make yourself useful and see if you could get us a few sandwiches." Hermione tried to cover her blush. Severus smiled, daftly whistling to himself as he entered his own room. He was going to surprise her with their own private carriage sent from Falkland.

Once she was ready, he levitated her trunk down the grand staircase, and outside. Snow was already falling around them, and he kept everything steady. She held onto his arm, and it kept each of them warm until they arrived upon a big black carriage with two Pegasus' at the reigns, and a small house elf.

"Greetings, Master Prince, Mistress Granger, I be Wonky." The elf called before placing Hermione's trunk on the back. The elf ushered them inside the warm carriage.

"Thank you, Wonky." Severus smiled and closed the door.

"Won't she… he… it be cold out there?" Hermione asked him quietly.

"She has plenty of charms keeping her warm. Have you ever seen Falkland?" Severus tried to start a conversation. She shook her head no before coming to rest in his lap.

"Do we need to talk? This is the first time we've had any complete privacy… Perhaps we could… You know. Kiss some more?" Hermione said, a blush creeping up to her forehead. He couldn't help but blush as he could feel movement from below. Before he could even speak, Hermione's lips pressed into his. Severus wasn't sure what it was, but he knew this was going to be the first of a very long life of kisses like this. It made his insides burn, as well as a certain extremity. He knew he would have to hold back the urge to ravish her in the carriage, but it would be hard when she had her eloquent tongue down his throat.

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As soon as they arrived, and Severus calmed his blood, they made their way to main salon. Bellatrix had made it her own, as they were at Falkland at least once a month. His beautiful mother sat by the fire, holding her bulging belly.

"M-mother." His voice squeaked. Was he still this… turned on? He shook it off. Surely it was normal.

"Severus! Oh and this must be Hermione!" Bellatrix tried to pull herself from the chair. He walked over and aided his mother up, imagining he was helping Hermione up from the same chair.

"Hello, Misses Snape." Hermione wasn't sure if she should curtsy or what, so she kept her head down.

"Oh please, call me mom." Bellatrix wrapped her arms around Hermione's shoulder, hugging the younger woman. "Severus hasn't said much about you."

"Mother, Tatiana says to have her room prepared." He put in as much emphasis as his Great Grandmother had. Bellatrix paled and bit her lip.

"You two run along. Show her the library." Bellatrix threw out before briskly walking away. The two left behind stared at each other for a few seconds, silently questioning what had just happened.

"Mother doesn't know about the secret chamber within the library." Severus grinned. He grabbed her hand, and guided her with him. "That is where they saved all the banned and burnt books from the 1500s."

"What else is there?" Hermione asked, a blush creeping up her face.

"That would be what a bedroom is for." Severus smirked. He took her up the flight of stairs to the second floor of the library. "For now, we will explore the library. But later, once their asleep, we can snog all you want."

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Translations.

Proklet is damn.

Gulpav ustata is stupid mouth.

Do sledvashtiya pŭt in until next time.