Author's Note: Yaddayaddayadda.

Thanks to: Everyone.

Dedicated to: I'll let you know.

Disclaimer: Nothing created by JK Rowling belongs to me.

~*~

Morag fell asleep in her father's arms as they drove home for the summer.

She had had a long year, and it was taking its toll on her.

But the sun was still shining, the birds were still singing, and Morag Snape was going home.

In some ways, she was home already.

"Severus?" Morganna asked.

"Yes, dear?"

"Why don't we go to France for the summer?"

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Author's note: And that's all, folks!

Well, not quite.

There is a sequel! Omg! The Snape's summer holiday. Mischief, family secrets, and talking owls that translate for a very rude cat named Damnation. Enjoy!