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A/N: We're very glad you're enjoying Jordan and Taryn...and Tom and Jan. They're fun to create and knowing that our readers enjoy our efforts makes us HAPPY! So...without further ado...
Jordan lay on his bed staring blankly at the headboard. 'Why did he give that to me?' he questioned himself. Suddenly hearing a sharp rap at the door, he sighed heavily. Rolling on his side, he curled up in a ball and resolved to ignore whoever was at the door.
"J?" His grandfather called through the door. "I made some of my special hot chocolate."
Jordan straightened himself up into a sitting position and stared at the door. He wiped the newly formed tears from his eyes.
"I don't want to talk J, I just want to spend some time teaching my grandson how to play guitar." Jordan rubbed his eyes once more before rising himself from the bed. Unlocking the door and opened it, staring blankly ahead. His grandfather stood there with a tray of hot chocolate. Behind him, guitars were leaned up against the wall. Tom stepped into the room.
"Mind getting the guitars for me? Can't do two things at once you know." Tom chuckled as he entered the room, sitting the cups down on the bed-stand. Jordan retrieved the guitars and leaned them against the bed while Tom pulled a chair out from the corner of the room. Jordan took the other from the desk.
The two strummed away for a while, sipping their hot chocolate from time to time. Intrigued by the new skill his grandfather had taught him, Jordan smiled warmly.
"Have you ever tried telling him how you feel?" Tom broke into the silence as Jordan sipped the still-hot liquid.
"He doesn't like to listen to me." Jordan sat the cup on his knee, still holding it with one hand.
"There are a plethora of ways to reach a person, Jordan." Tom smiled lightly at his grandson. "I wrote this song for your grandmother's birthday a few years back." Jordan cocked his head to one side as he watched his grandfather strum out a beautiful tune. He listened intently to the words.
--"I'll always feel like I'm yours forever, but this eternity saddens me, I don't feel that it's long enough.."--
As he sat listening to the heartfelt words, he began to miss Beth. Pondering the meaning of all this, he closed his eyes and listened to the music fade from existence.
"You're suggesting I play something for him?" He asked, opening his eyes. Tom smirked.
"Me? Suggesting? That's your business." Smiling, he stood and made his way to the door. Halfway out, he turned around. "But if you need any help, I'm here." Jordan nodded, watching his grandfather's retreating form.
Sitting quietly for a moment, he thought about what Tom had said. Smiling slightly, he moved to his desk; pulling out a piece of parchment, quill and ink.
He began writing.
~*~
"Severus, wake up." Hermione prodded her husbands arm, and irritated expression across her face. Groaning, he swatted away the offending arm and turned around in bed. "Severus!"
"Hermione, love?" His eyes fluttered open to stare sleepily at the disheveled form of his wife.
"Yes?" She smiled sweetly.
"Go away." He smiled just as sweetly before closing his eyes and turning over once more. Frowning, she began prodding him again.
"Severus." she snapped, swatting him upside the head. "Please?"
"'Mione." came his muffled reply. "It's early. Wait until later." Stifling back laughter at what he implied, she turned him over, gazing into his eyes.
"Not *that*!" She giggled, kissing him playfully. "It's Christmas! Wake up!"
"Fine!" he grumbled, climbing out of bed. Hermione surveyed her husband's body. Sure enough, despite his protests, he did indeed want *that*. She laughed outright, winning a smirk and raised eyebrow from her husband. "What has you so happy?"
"Severus," she began, looking down once again. "For a 60 year old, you sure are horny." She laughed again as he turned a rich shade of scarlet.
"I am NOT 60!" He exclaimed, hurrying into the bathroom. Slamming the door shut, he added quickly, "I'm 58." This had her on the floor, howling in laughter. His voice resounded through the room from the other side of the bathroom door. "You know," he called out, a hint of amusement in his tone, "for a 40 year old, you're quite immature."
Hermione rolled her eyes, straightening herself out.
"I'm not 40." she countered, moving into the sitting room. "I'm 38."
"I see no difference." He grinned as he walked into the room, wrapping his arms around his wife. Hermione frowned.
"When you said that to me in fourth year, you really hurt my feelings." She admitted, referring to the Malfoy Teeth incident. "I cried for days."
"I'm sorry." he whispered into her hair, kissing her lightly on the cheek.
"It's in the past, don't worry about it." Hermione smiled reassuringly, pulling herself away from Severus. Moving to stand in front of the Christmas tree, she grinned madly. "Let's open them!"
"You're as bad as Jordan." he rolled his eyes, chuckling lightly.
"Is that a bad thing?" She inquired, suddenly nervous.
"No." He smiled, standing beside her in front of the tree. "Jordan is just like you...and I'm proud of him for that." He hesitated a moment before continuing. "I wouldn't want him any other way." Turning away, he stared into the fire. "And I'm just now realizing that..." he trailed off in thought. "Had he been a Slytherin, I'd be worried."
"What do you mean?" Hermione stood in front of her husband, gazing up at him. "You say all this, and yet you're so hard on him...what do you mean?" she asked again, switching her gaze to the picture over the mantle. It was of the family; a year before Taryn was sorted. They were all smiling, Taryn perched on Hermione's lap, Severus' arm slung around Jordan's shoulders.
"It's a long story." Severus sighed heavily, breaking Hermione out of her reverie.
"We have all the time in the world."
"All right, but you might want to sit down." He sat down as well, leaning forward slightly and staring into the fire still. Hermione did as she was told, staring intently at her husband. Placing a comforting hand on his shoulder, she whispered,
"Tell me, Severus."
"When I was in school, my father was Potions Master and Head of Slytherin." he began, eyes drifting off to some unknown land deep in his memories. Hermione sat back, listening intently. "He spoiled me. He got me what ever I wanted, never deducted points -- he even added double the amount of points other Professors and prefects deducted from me."
"Wow..."
"I had everything I could ever dream of...and then some. Except for one thing..." he broke off, a pained expression on his face.
"Severus?"
"I didn't have power." He stated bluntly, tears spilling over his eyes. "I didn't have power and I wanted it. I wanted it a lot." He sighed, averting his gaze to the floor. "That was the only thing my father couldn't give me, but that didn't stop me. I still wanted it. The want for it grew every day, until I was mad with need."
"Oh my..."
"And then I heard of Lord Voldemort." he snorted in disgust, wiping tears from his eyes. "A powerful wizard who was offering young men and women like myself a chance at the very thing I had grown to need." Looking at Hermione, his expression was once again blank. "The stories mentioned nothing of murder, torture or rape... Only power; and I wanted in."
Hermione blinked rapidly, trying to process all the new information. Though they had been married nearly 20 years, Severus had never divulged this much of his past. She felt honored, while at the same time, horrified.
"I can't let him go that way." His face changed from blank to a torrent sea of emotion. Hermione stared at her husband, awed at the admission. "From the day he was sorted, I feared I'd turn into my father...and he into me."
"Maybe Jordan is different." Hermione stated softly, pulling Severus' hand into her own. "Maybe pushing him away is really pushing him over the edge."
"He would have fallen off a long time ago, Hermione."
"Might have, but he's strong enough...like you." Hermione leaned forward, kissing Severus tenderly. She poured all the love and emotion she had into that kiss, reassuring and comforting him at the same time.
"I realize that now." Severus sat back once again, resting his head against the back of the couch.
"Then do something about it."
"I already did." Hermione gazed at him with confusion. Severus smiled. "I gave him the Crest for Christmas." Hermione smiled, standing and picking out a present from under the tree. It was from Jordan to Severus. She handed it to him, adding a mumbled,
"I hope that's enough." Severus nodded gravely, accepting the package. Reading the tag, he was surprised Jordan had sent him something. Tearing open the silver wrapping, he opened the box and gazed inside.
Hermione watched in intently, trying to gauge his reaction. What he did was no where near what she imagined.
He laughed.
And laughed.
And laughed some more.
"What's so funny?!"
"This." Severus replied, pulling the 'I Love Potions' shirt from the box. Hermione joined in the laughter. "He has good taste, I'll give him that." Severus grinned, pulling the t-shirt over his naked torso. Hermione grinned even wider.
"He gets that from me too."
~*~
It was late Christmas night when Jordan decided to examine the Crest. It had been brought upstairs with the rest of his gifts earlier that day by Jan. For a good part of the evening, Jordan had sat on his bed, staring at the offending box. Finally, his curiosity had given in.
Opening the box, he withdrew the chain and gazed at the Crest dangling from it. Picking up the serpentine object between finger and thumb, he stared at it's markings. Instead of scales, intricate French knotwork embedded the snake's skin. On the smooth metal separating the snake from the emerald, read "Ne pensez pas, ne parlez pas. Seulement soyez." The Snape Family Motto.
"Interesting." Jordan whispered aloud, reading the motto over and over in his head. After a few kinks, he had it translated to English.
"Do not think. Do not speak. Only be." He spoke, grinning at his achievement. Finally admitting that the necklace would do no harm, he let it fall over his head and around his neck. His body tingled for a moment, causing him to frown; but it soon subsided, replaced by a warm glowing feel.
"JORDAN! DINNER!" Jan called up the stairs, breaking Jordan out of his thoughts. Shrugging, he opened the door and made his way downstairs and into the kitchen. Tom was already at the table, fork and knife in hand; staring greedily at the large turkey in the middle of the table. Jan was setting out food while Taryn poured drinks.
Jan looked up from what she was doing when she heard the door opening. Jordan waved and smiled, though it seemed like Jan hadn't noticed.
"Hmm, wind must have blown the door open." She mused aloud, moving to shut the kitchen window. Looking around the room again, she frowned. "JORDAN! COME DOWN TO DINNER!" She yelled out again. Confused, Jordan cocked his head to the side. Moving to stand beside Taryn, he leaned and whispered in her ear.
"Why is she calling me? I'm right here..." he trailed off, gazing at his grandmother. "I think old age is getting to her."
Taryn glanced frantically about her, eyes wild with terror.
"I think I'm hearing voices in my head." she mumbled to herself as she sat at the table. Now it was Jordan's turn to be scared. Racing out of the kitchen, he ran upstairs and into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. Standing in front of the mirror, he gazed at his reflection.
Or rather...didn't.
Grasping at the necklace, he tore it off over his head. Before his eyes, he re materialized. He stared with avid fascination at the object in his hands.
"Bloody hell, I was invisible!"
~*~
A/N: We're very glad you're enjoying Jordan and Taryn...and Tom and Jan. They're fun to create and knowing that our readers enjoy our efforts makes us HAPPY! So...without further ado...
Jordan lay on his bed staring blankly at the headboard. 'Why did he give that to me?' he questioned himself. Suddenly hearing a sharp rap at the door, he sighed heavily. Rolling on his side, he curled up in a ball and resolved to ignore whoever was at the door.
"J?" His grandfather called through the door. "I made some of my special hot chocolate."
Jordan straightened himself up into a sitting position and stared at the door. He wiped the newly formed tears from his eyes.
"I don't want to talk J, I just want to spend some time teaching my grandson how to play guitar." Jordan rubbed his eyes once more before rising himself from the bed. Unlocking the door and opened it, staring blankly ahead. His grandfather stood there with a tray of hot chocolate. Behind him, guitars were leaned up against the wall. Tom stepped into the room.
"Mind getting the guitars for me? Can't do two things at once you know." Tom chuckled as he entered the room, sitting the cups down on the bed-stand. Jordan retrieved the guitars and leaned them against the bed while Tom pulled a chair out from the corner of the room. Jordan took the other from the desk.
The two strummed away for a while, sipping their hot chocolate from time to time. Intrigued by the new skill his grandfather had taught him, Jordan smiled warmly.
"Have you ever tried telling him how you feel?" Tom broke into the silence as Jordan sipped the still-hot liquid.
"He doesn't like to listen to me." Jordan sat the cup on his knee, still holding it with one hand.
"There are a plethora of ways to reach a person, Jordan." Tom smiled lightly at his grandson. "I wrote this song for your grandmother's birthday a few years back." Jordan cocked his head to one side as he watched his grandfather strum out a beautiful tune. He listened intently to the words.
--"I'll always feel like I'm yours forever, but this eternity saddens me, I don't feel that it's long enough.."--
As he sat listening to the heartfelt words, he began to miss Beth. Pondering the meaning of all this, he closed his eyes and listened to the music fade from existence.
"You're suggesting I play something for him?" He asked, opening his eyes. Tom smirked.
"Me? Suggesting? That's your business." Smiling, he stood and made his way to the door. Halfway out, he turned around. "But if you need any help, I'm here." Jordan nodded, watching his grandfather's retreating form.
Sitting quietly for a moment, he thought about what Tom had said. Smiling slightly, he moved to his desk; pulling out a piece of parchment, quill and ink.
He began writing.
~*~
"Severus, wake up." Hermione prodded her husbands arm, and irritated expression across her face. Groaning, he swatted away the offending arm and turned around in bed. "Severus!"
"Hermione, love?" His eyes fluttered open to stare sleepily at the disheveled form of his wife.
"Yes?" She smiled sweetly.
"Go away." He smiled just as sweetly before closing his eyes and turning over once more. Frowning, she began prodding him again.
"Severus." she snapped, swatting him upside the head. "Please?"
"'Mione." came his muffled reply. "It's early. Wait until later." Stifling back laughter at what he implied, she turned him over, gazing into his eyes.
"Not *that*!" She giggled, kissing him playfully. "It's Christmas! Wake up!"
"Fine!" he grumbled, climbing out of bed. Hermione surveyed her husband's body. Sure enough, despite his protests, he did indeed want *that*. She laughed outright, winning a smirk and raised eyebrow from her husband. "What has you so happy?"
"Severus," she began, looking down once again. "For a 60 year old, you sure are horny." She laughed again as he turned a rich shade of scarlet.
"I am NOT 60!" He exclaimed, hurrying into the bathroom. Slamming the door shut, he added quickly, "I'm 58." This had her on the floor, howling in laughter. His voice resounded through the room from the other side of the bathroom door. "You know," he called out, a hint of amusement in his tone, "for a 40 year old, you're quite immature."
Hermione rolled her eyes, straightening herself out.
"I'm not 40." she countered, moving into the sitting room. "I'm 38."
"I see no difference." He grinned as he walked into the room, wrapping his arms around his wife. Hermione frowned.
"When you said that to me in fourth year, you really hurt my feelings." She admitted, referring to the Malfoy Teeth incident. "I cried for days."
"I'm sorry." he whispered into her hair, kissing her lightly on the cheek.
"It's in the past, don't worry about it." Hermione smiled reassuringly, pulling herself away from Severus. Moving to stand in front of the Christmas tree, she grinned madly. "Let's open them!"
"You're as bad as Jordan." he rolled his eyes, chuckling lightly.
"Is that a bad thing?" She inquired, suddenly nervous.
"No." He smiled, standing beside her in front of the tree. "Jordan is just like you...and I'm proud of him for that." He hesitated a moment before continuing. "I wouldn't want him any other way." Turning away, he stared into the fire. "And I'm just now realizing that..." he trailed off in thought. "Had he been a Slytherin, I'd be worried."
"What do you mean?" Hermione stood in front of her husband, gazing up at him. "You say all this, and yet you're so hard on him...what do you mean?" she asked again, switching her gaze to the picture over the mantle. It was of the family; a year before Taryn was sorted. They were all smiling, Taryn perched on Hermione's lap, Severus' arm slung around Jordan's shoulders.
"It's a long story." Severus sighed heavily, breaking Hermione out of her reverie.
"We have all the time in the world."
"All right, but you might want to sit down." He sat down as well, leaning forward slightly and staring into the fire still. Hermione did as she was told, staring intently at her husband. Placing a comforting hand on his shoulder, she whispered,
"Tell me, Severus."
"When I was in school, my father was Potions Master and Head of Slytherin." he began, eyes drifting off to some unknown land deep in his memories. Hermione sat back, listening intently. "He spoiled me. He got me what ever I wanted, never deducted points -- he even added double the amount of points other Professors and prefects deducted from me."
"Wow..."
"I had everything I could ever dream of...and then some. Except for one thing..." he broke off, a pained expression on his face.
"Severus?"
"I didn't have power." He stated bluntly, tears spilling over his eyes. "I didn't have power and I wanted it. I wanted it a lot." He sighed, averting his gaze to the floor. "That was the only thing my father couldn't give me, but that didn't stop me. I still wanted it. The want for it grew every day, until I was mad with need."
"Oh my..."
"And then I heard of Lord Voldemort." he snorted in disgust, wiping tears from his eyes. "A powerful wizard who was offering young men and women like myself a chance at the very thing I had grown to need." Looking at Hermione, his expression was once again blank. "The stories mentioned nothing of murder, torture or rape... Only power; and I wanted in."
Hermione blinked rapidly, trying to process all the new information. Though they had been married nearly 20 years, Severus had never divulged this much of his past. She felt honored, while at the same time, horrified.
"I can't let him go that way." His face changed from blank to a torrent sea of emotion. Hermione stared at her husband, awed at the admission. "From the day he was sorted, I feared I'd turn into my father...and he into me."
"Maybe Jordan is different." Hermione stated softly, pulling Severus' hand into her own. "Maybe pushing him away is really pushing him over the edge."
"He would have fallen off a long time ago, Hermione."
"Might have, but he's strong enough...like you." Hermione leaned forward, kissing Severus tenderly. She poured all the love and emotion she had into that kiss, reassuring and comforting him at the same time.
"I realize that now." Severus sat back once again, resting his head against the back of the couch.
"Then do something about it."
"I already did." Hermione gazed at him with confusion. Severus smiled. "I gave him the Crest for Christmas." Hermione smiled, standing and picking out a present from under the tree. It was from Jordan to Severus. She handed it to him, adding a mumbled,
"I hope that's enough." Severus nodded gravely, accepting the package. Reading the tag, he was surprised Jordan had sent him something. Tearing open the silver wrapping, he opened the box and gazed inside.
Hermione watched in intently, trying to gauge his reaction. What he did was no where near what she imagined.
He laughed.
And laughed.
And laughed some more.
"What's so funny?!"
"This." Severus replied, pulling the 'I Love Potions' shirt from the box. Hermione joined in the laughter. "He has good taste, I'll give him that." Severus grinned, pulling the t-shirt over his naked torso. Hermione grinned even wider.
"He gets that from me too."
~*~
It was late Christmas night when Jordan decided to examine the Crest. It had been brought upstairs with the rest of his gifts earlier that day by Jan. For a good part of the evening, Jordan had sat on his bed, staring at the offending box. Finally, his curiosity had given in.
Opening the box, he withdrew the chain and gazed at the Crest dangling from it. Picking up the serpentine object between finger and thumb, he stared at it's markings. Instead of scales, intricate French knotwork embedded the snake's skin. On the smooth metal separating the snake from the emerald, read "Ne pensez pas, ne parlez pas. Seulement soyez." The Snape Family Motto.
"Interesting." Jordan whispered aloud, reading the motto over and over in his head. After a few kinks, he had it translated to English.
"Do not think. Do not speak. Only be." He spoke, grinning at his achievement. Finally admitting that the necklace would do no harm, he let it fall over his head and around his neck. His body tingled for a moment, causing him to frown; but it soon subsided, replaced by a warm glowing feel.
"JORDAN! DINNER!" Jan called up the stairs, breaking Jordan out of his thoughts. Shrugging, he opened the door and made his way downstairs and into the kitchen. Tom was already at the table, fork and knife in hand; staring greedily at the large turkey in the middle of the table. Jan was setting out food while Taryn poured drinks.
Jan looked up from what she was doing when she heard the door opening. Jordan waved and smiled, though it seemed like Jan hadn't noticed.
"Hmm, wind must have blown the door open." She mused aloud, moving to shut the kitchen window. Looking around the room again, she frowned. "JORDAN! COME DOWN TO DINNER!" She yelled out again. Confused, Jordan cocked his head to the side. Moving to stand beside Taryn, he leaned and whispered in her ear.
"Why is she calling me? I'm right here..." he trailed off, gazing at his grandmother. "I think old age is getting to her."
Taryn glanced frantically about her, eyes wild with terror.
"I think I'm hearing voices in my head." she mumbled to herself as she sat at the table. Now it was Jordan's turn to be scared. Racing out of the kitchen, he ran upstairs and into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. Standing in front of the mirror, he gazed at his reflection.
Or rather...didn't.
Grasping at the necklace, he tore it off over his head. Before his eyes, he re materialized. He stared with avid fascination at the object in his hands.
"Bloody hell, I was invisible!"
~*~