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Author: Joy

Title: Black Cadillac

Rating: PG-13

Summary: In answer to the 'Snape's Wheels' plotbunny on WIKTT. The year is 1999, and the war rages on. But for two of wizarding kind's brightest minds, the time has come where survival is priority. Can they find escape together? Will they find it in one another? SS/HG.

AN: The title is inspired by Jordan Avenue's song 'Blue Cadillac'. A great song to listen to while reading this fic! Check out the artist at jordanave.com


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"What's that?" Hermione asked as Severus extracted a pile of papers from a briefcase he had enlarged only moments before. She quizzically raised an eyebrow as he flashed the blank documents at her, along with a cheeky grin.

"Our identification." He answered, setting the papers down on the bare space of bench between them. "We need only to speak our new names; and the papers will fill out themselves. Based on our choices, our location, our tone of voice and, strangely enough, our appearance, they will also produce a highly elaborate history for each of us."

"Wow. I take it Albus came up with this?" She smirked knowingly, but was suprised when Severus shook his head in the negative.

"No. I did."

"Oh. Wow. You never cease to amaze me, Severus." Hermione smiled sincerely as she took the paper that was to be her birth certificate. She frowned at it for a moment, before speaking softly. "My birth certificate... Surly it wouldn't say Sarah Adams? I'd need a maiden name..."

"Just say 'Sarah' and it will do the rest."

"Oh." Hermione rose the paper until it was level with her face. She flashed Snape a hesitant smile, before looking directly at the paper and repeating her chosen name. She was momentarily awed as words and names began to fill in the blank spaces.

"Sarah Anderson. Born on the 29th of May in 1978, to a Timothy and Maria (Hardy) Anderson in Londan, England." Hermione read, grinning from ear to ear. "I've aged two years."

"Interesting. Let's do mine, shall we?" Severus picked up the other blank birth certificate and copied Hermione's actions. "Heath Adams. Born on the 10th of December in 1966, to a Henry and Constance (LeNoir) Adams in Paris, France. Apparently, I'm 10 years younger and my mother is French."

It carried on very much the same as they went through each document and watched as they were magically filled out. Before they knew it, all the documents were complete. Each had a birth certificate, social security card, marriage certificate, and a packet of papers that contained their histories. Those were for their eyes only; to read until they knew the details and could recite them in their sleep. Their safety depended on that.

"The last thing we have to do, before apartment shopping, is set up a bank account here." Severus explained as they stuffed the papers back into his briefcase, and left the park. "I'm pretty sure that things would get suspicious if we always payed in cash. We need some kind of paper trail; proof that we are really Heath and Sarah Adams."

"That makes sense, but won't the bank be suspicious if we suddenly deposit an unholy amount of cash?" Hermione had seen the second and third miniature briefcases, which were each packed with American bills.

"Ah, but that's the beauty of these papers. Once they were finished, an account was automatically created in a small bank in London; the third case of money has disappeared, the amount within showing in that account."

"You think of everything, don't you?"

"Yes." Severus replied seriously, to which Hermione began laughing. The joyous sound caused the former 'greasy-git' to crack a smile.

"Well, I suppose I can't fault you for that." She finally calmed down enough to speak coherently. "After all, it just may save our lives."


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The trip to the bank was successful; a joint account having been set up in their name; and approximately two-thirds of the money from the London account had been transfered and deposited, along with two-hundred dollars from the second briefcase.

"Well, that was easy." Hermione remarked as they walked through the bustling city. She was currently looking through a book of temporary checks, which were decorated with muggle cartoon characters.

"Yes, it was." Severus nodded, but kept his eye on the street signs. They were looking for an apartment that they had been directed to by a real-estate agent they'd gone to after their trip to the bank. After enquiring about their financial situation, the woman had recommended the apartment in a quiet, wealthier section of Boston, known as Beacon Hill. They looked at several pictures and learned more about the neihborhood before accepting. They had spent an hour filling out paperwork and paying for security and first month. The place was not cheap, in the least. "Here it is."

The unlikely couple stopped in front of a majestic, three-story building. It was obvious that the house held more years than it appeared to; for it was built in the Victorian style. It's outer walls were painted a pritstine white; the doors a rich mahogony wood with golden nobs and etched glass windows. The yard was protected by a wrought iron fence that rose to 10 feet high. Beyond the gate was a spectacular garden; full of roses of every kind. There was a willow tree in the front yard, which held a solitary wooden swing.

"A family must live here, as well." Hermione whispered, smiling at the sight of the swing swaying softly in the wind. As if to confirm her suspicians, an elegant looking woman in a flowing, white dress stepped out the door with a young girl at her side. Both had honey blond hair, and glowing faces as they walked over to the swing. The girl, who appeared to be no older than six, took hold of the rope and hopped onto the swing. Laughing, the mother moved behind and began pushing the swing. The sight was mesmerizing.

"It's amazing, isn't it?" Severus whispered in her ear, bringing Hermione back to reality.

"Yes." She breathed out in reply.

"Well, perhaps we'll meet them soon." He said as he guided her through the open gate and up to the front door. Pulling a set of brass keys from his pocket, he unlocked the door and pushed it open. They looked around the front hall for a moment; which was decorated in pale creams and cherry wood furnishings; before moving to the stairs. Their apartment was on the third floor of the building, and after three flights they came upon a short hall with a mohogany door at the end. Taking the other brass key, Severus strode forward and unlocked the door. Pushing it open, he turned towards Hermione and smiled. "Welcome home."

Hermione walked towards the door slowly, a sort of hesitance in her step. Snape's words had triggered something inside her. 'Home,' she thought to herself, 'is where the heart is.' She sighed and fought back the tears as images of her childhood home, and her now-deceased parents, flashed through her mind.

Severus, noting the sudden change in her demeanor, rushed forward.

"Are you all right? Is something wrong?" He inquired quickly, placing his hands on her shoulders. Hermione forced a smile on to her face, and nodded.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just overwhelmed by the beauty of it all."

And in truth, she was. The door opened into a large living area, the walls a creamy beige color; the floor a sturdy hardwood. There were windows all along the walls, letting radiant sunlight flow through an illuminate the space. The next room over was the kitchen, with black, tiled floors and white walls. The cabinets were also white, with silver hardwhere, and the countertops a deep black to match the floor. There was an eat-in island in the middle of the room, with a chrome pot-rack hanging over it. The space was large and well-lit, and Hermione could envision cooking many meals in here. There was a swinging door on another wall that led into a spacious, elegently decorated dining room. The walls were a burgundy color with gold accents; appealing to the Gryffindor in her. She heard Severus' scoff of disgust at the choice of colors, but she ignored it as she inspected the hardwood floors.

"I think this may be my favorite room." Hermione smirked as Severus rolled his eyes and walked out into a hallway. She followed quietly as they moved along the small space to the first door; which turned out to be a closet. Moving along, they encountered a spacious bathroom; decorated in soft lavender and cream tones. There was a shower stall in one corner, and a vanity/sink along one wall. The toilet was hidden around another corner, but the best part of the entire room was the sunken-in bathtub remnisciant of the Hogwart's Prefect's bathrooms. The only differences between the two were the choice of water taps and the size. "Ok, I changed my mind. This is my favorite room."

Severus laughed and led the way from the bathroom. The next door down led to a nice sized bedroom. This room had a bay window against one wall, and a closet in another. The walls were white, and there was thick, emerald green, shag carpeting wall to wall. From the look in his eyes, Hermione could tell that Severus liked this room.

"Let's look at the last room now." Hermione prompted, walking out of the room and crossing the hall to the last door. Hermione entered the last room and gasped in delight. It was obviously the master bedroom; for it's size rivaled that of the living area. There was also a bay window in this room; but the door on the other side proved to lead to another, smaller, bathroom. There was a walk-in closet on the opposite side of the room, as well. The walls were a pale blue, the floor covered in a navy blue rug. "It's beautiful!" She exclaimed, turning in circles and taking in everything about the space that she could manage.

"Then it's yours. You can have this room, I'll take the one across the hall." Severus had his hands in his pockets and was leaning against the doorframe, smiling at Hermione; who was beaming at his procliment.

"Thank you, Severus!"

"It's my pleasure." He replied with a slight nod. He walked out of the room and back into the living area, Hermione following quickly behind. "We need to buy some furnishings." He stated, walking to the door.

"And groceries!" Hermione hurried after him, closing their door behind her.

"And clothes." Severus added in, albeit grudgingly. It was obvious he wasn't looking forward to the impending shopping spree. Hermione's grin quickly changed from playful to mischevious as they descended the stairs.

"Don't worry, Heath darling..." She purred as they passed by another couple entering their first floor apartment. "I'll make sure you have fun."

"Dear God, what have I gotten myself into?" Severus groaned as they exited the building.


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