Disclaimer: I own absolutely none of the characters in this fic (so far)
besides Essie, Loki, Rhys, Rhea, and Flame. All the rest of them are J.K.
Rowling's. But other than that, the plot and the ideas and themes are
mine. *yawn* bore you much?
~Fic Starts Here~
Essie sat in the guest bed of Loki's house, thoughtfully writing on a piece of parchment, pausing now and then to scratch out a word.
Dear Severus,
I understand you must be quite shocked to hear from me. After all, we haven't spoken since we, well, did what we did that night.
Which leads me to explain the aftermath of our actions. Severus Snape, you are the proud father of Flame Ebony Lei, a most beautiful and enchanting girl. Though it's somewhat delayed, I hope you will rejoice in this wonderful news.
The birth announcement is late 11 years-I know. But...I had expected never to tell you...seeing as I forgot about a certain LETTER that is given to any British witch or wizard once they turn 11...
I trust you still work at Hogwarts. I should hope so, as it will give Flame a chance to finally see her mother and father under the same roof.
Kindest Regards,
Essie
She sealed the parchment and handed to the family owl as she blew out the candle, and prayed that things would go well.
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Severus Snape sat up in his bed sharply. What was that bloody tapping sound? What right stupid bastard would be tapping on the crystal windows of the fifth floor of Snape manor in the middle of---oh. An owl.
He reluctantly let it in and grabbed the parchment from the creature's beak as he slammed the window closed. That air was COLD against his bare chest. What was so bloody urgent?
He turned the letter over to see a red, animated wax seal in the form of a snake wrapped around a petal of fire.
Essie?
He hurriedly broke the seal and began reading.
Oh bloody hell.
Of course he hadn't forgotten that night. The endless passion, the fiery love, the CARELESSNESS. How could he have forgotten the REASON man first did those things?
Bloody hell. He had a daughter. That was going to be his pupil. He groaned inwardly. ANOTHER generation of Loki and Essie. But---wait. What did she mean being under the same bloody roof?
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AN: short, I know. But it's too the point. Lol, yes, I've finally updated. REVIEW PLEASE!! The creative smoothie needs fuel to keep the blender goin'!
~Fic Starts Here~
Essie sat in the guest bed of Loki's house, thoughtfully writing on a piece of parchment, pausing now and then to scratch out a word.
Dear Severus,
I understand you must be quite shocked to hear from me. After all, we haven't spoken since we, well, did what we did that night.
Which leads me to explain the aftermath of our actions. Severus Snape, you are the proud father of Flame Ebony Lei, a most beautiful and enchanting girl. Though it's somewhat delayed, I hope you will rejoice in this wonderful news.
The birth announcement is late 11 years-I know. But...I had expected never to tell you...seeing as I forgot about a certain LETTER that is given to any British witch or wizard once they turn 11...
I trust you still work at Hogwarts. I should hope so, as it will give Flame a chance to finally see her mother and father under the same roof.
Kindest Regards,
Essie
She sealed the parchment and handed to the family owl as she blew out the candle, and prayed that things would go well.
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Severus Snape sat up in his bed sharply. What was that bloody tapping sound? What right stupid bastard would be tapping on the crystal windows of the fifth floor of Snape manor in the middle of---oh. An owl.
He reluctantly let it in and grabbed the parchment from the creature's beak as he slammed the window closed. That air was COLD against his bare chest. What was so bloody urgent?
He turned the letter over to see a red, animated wax seal in the form of a snake wrapped around a petal of fire.
Essie?
He hurriedly broke the seal and began reading.
Oh bloody hell.
Of course he hadn't forgotten that night. The endless passion, the fiery love, the CARELESSNESS. How could he have forgotten the REASON man first did those things?
Bloody hell. He had a daughter. That was going to be his pupil. He groaned inwardly. ANOTHER generation of Loki and Essie. But---wait. What did she mean being under the same bloody roof?
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AN: short, I know. But it's too the point. Lol, yes, I've finally updated. REVIEW PLEASE!! The creative smoothie needs fuel to keep the blender goin'!