Disclaimer: All items relating or pertaining to the Harry Potter Universe belong to J.K. Rowling, Scholastic Inc., and the Warner Brothers Co. Please don't sue me, I have no money.

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

Also, I'd like to point out that yes, I did rush the last chapter. I appologize, but I have a lot of things going on in my life, and I wanted to finish it, rather than leave everyone hanging. The same thing has happened with this Epilogue. It's a bit rushed, but it works.

I want to thank everyone who reviewed, as well. You kept me going, kept me writing. I appreciate your kind thoughts and words.

Also, kudos to those who got the 'Clue' thing last chapter. I love that movie. Anyways. Here we go!


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Two years had passed since the war to end all wars had been fought and won for the side of Light. Two years since Hermione and Severus had come out of hiding; very much in love and very much a couple. Upon returning to Europe, proof of Voldemort's downfall was given to the Ministry of Magic; and thus began a round up of all Death Eaters. It's been six months since the last Death Eater was captured... Six months since Severus proposed to Hermione.


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The early summer air was crisp, cool and fresh; just the way Hermione liked it. She was standing in the middle of a bustling Boston Common; just taking it all in. She'd been called to the States to do some work for thier Ministry, and had just arrived. The entire place reminded her of years past, fond memories that she would treasure forever. This was the place where it had all started. In an ironic sort of way, Hermione had to thank Voldemort. If it hadn't been for him, she and Severus would never have gone into hiding; thus never falling in love.

'Ironic, indeed.' She told herself with a smirk and roll of the eyes.

"Bloody hell, I'm even starting to think like him." Hermione muttered with a fond smile. Shaking her head from her daydreams, she briskly walked through the bustling streets. The U.S. Ministry was located in Boston Massachusetts, contrary to the belief that it would be in Washington D.C. It was only a stones throw away from the majestic State House.

Hermione's appointment wasn't until the noon, and she was an hour early. So shifting the briefcase in her hands, she walked over to the small park across the street. It had been one of Severus' favorite places to get away to, while they were hiding. They'd only lived a few blocks away, after all. Taking a seat on a bench, she silently watched the passers-by. There was a small family feeding bread to the ducks in the pond, a business man reading the newspaper on a nearby bench, a new mother pushing a stroller along the pathway, and a tall, handsome man wearing a casual suit and making his way towards her.

'Wait a second.' Her mind halted, and her jaw dropped as Severus quickly approached. He had a dazzling smile lighting up his features; his hair pulled loosely back into a thong at the nape of his neck. He looked breathtaking in a relaxed sort of way. But the obvious tension in his shoulders told Hermione that he was nervous about something.

"What are you doing here?" She whispered, staring up at him. He said nothing, only fidgeted a moment, before dropping to one knee. Hermione gasped, tears springing to her eyes. This was the moment she had been waiting years for. "Severus?"

"I never knew the meaning of love..." He started out softly, pausing as if to review a speech he had no doubt written. "I didn't receive affection as a child, and I was ridiculed as a teen. Only when I was an adult did I even gain a modicum of respect. It wasn't until Albus took me under his wing that I understood the love between a father and son." He stopped, reaching out to take Hermione's hands in his own. By now she had stopped sobbing with joy, but a faint trail of tears still slid gently down her smiling face. "And then I met you, and my whole world was turned upside down. Here was this young girl, a muggleborn, with a feirce passion for learning that far surpassed even my own. You awed me, Hermione, even from the start. It wasn't until we were forced into hiding that I came to accept it though..."

"I know. I had the same problems. Imagine being the girl who had a school girls crush on the most hated Professor in school." Hermione laughed lightly, relieving some of the tension and nervousness in Severus. He smiled thankfully and continued on.

"I've spent a year and a half with you; the happiest year and a half of my life. I don't want that to ever end." He stopped again, only this time to draw a small, black velvet box from his trouser pocket. He opened it and Hermione gasped. Sitting there, set in pure white gold, was an emerald cut four carat diamond, surrounded on either side by one carat diamonds of the same cut. It was spectacular, to say the least. Taking the ring from the box, Severus picked up Hermione's left hand. "You would make me the happiest man alive, Hermione Granger, if you would do me the honor of becoming my wife." He looked at her expectantly, ring poised at the tip of her finger. Hermione could only beam.

"Yes, Severus. I would love to be your wife!"


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"I'm nervous." Hermione whispered to Ginny Weasley on the morning of her wedding. The two were sitting in chairs, facing away from the large mirrors as Lavander and Parvati styled thier hair.

"Don't be! Everything is going to be all right, Hermione. I guarentee it." Ginny replied, patting her best friend's hand with, what she hoped was, reassurance.

"You have to say that because you're my Maid of Honor." Hermione joked, causing the other three girls to laugh. The four had been close friends in school, and had bonded even more since the downfall of the Dark Lord. Hermione had had no doubt in her mind as to who her attendants would be.

"All right! You're hair is all done, Ginny." Parvati twirled the redhead's chair around. Ginny oohhed and ahhed at the woman's handy work. Her long, soft red hair had been curled and then pulled back from her face with a series of silver rose clips.

"You look beautiful, Ginny. Harry's jaw is going to drop to the ground." Hermione winked, laughing at the flush quickly rising on the youngest Weasley's face. Ginny shushed her and then set to work on Parvati's long, black hair. All of the attendents would have the same hair style and dress, but Ginny's would be a different color.

"Hermione, I'm done. Earth to Hermione!" Lavander waved her hand in front of Hermione's face several times before the bride-to-be snapped out of her premarital daze.

"Oh! Sorry." She looked sheepishly at her friend, but gasped when she saw her hair. It had been curled as well, but gathered into an intricate coiffe with silver rose clips holding it up. Set about it was a small, diamond tiara with a long, sheer white veil hanging from the back. "That's amazing, Lavender!"

The woman spent the rest of the morning perfecting thier hair and make-up, until it was finally time to get dressed. Hermione and Severus had comprimised, and decided to have the bride and her attendant in muggle dresses, and the groom and his attendants in wizarding robes. While the formal robes for wizards were rather gorgeous, Hermione couldn't help but loathe all the wedding robes for the bride. They were very old fashioned, with high necks and yard of lace; two things that she couldn't stand. It had also been decided, without hesitation, that the wedding would take place at Hogwarts, with Albus as the officiant.

"We're all set, so it's time to get you into your dress." Ginny smiled down at Hermione, who was relaxing on the couch in an old, unused classroom near the Great Hall. Severus and his men - Draco, Remus and Harry - were waiting in the small room off the Great Hall behind the Staff Table, which was currently removed until the reception. The other four house tables had also been moved, and in their place sat rows upon rows of chairs decorated with cream ribbons and red roses. The entire hall had been transformed with the help of Professors Flitwick and McGonagall; with roses, ribbons and flowers everywhere. Once the ceremony was done, small tables would appear around a large dancefloor, with the staff table on the dias for the wedding party. The couple had hired The Weird Sisters to play.

"She's left us again." Parvati joked, which returned Hermione to the living once again. She smiled at her attendents, appraising of their finished look. The bridesmaids dresses were wine red, in an irridescent chiffon with a draped front. Ginny's was the same, but a soft, cream color.

"You all look spectacular." Hermione murmured as she was pulled out of her chair.

"We know." Lavender said seriously, causing the four to laugh again.

"I'm glad you three are sharing this day with me. I wouldn't have it any other way." Hermione sniffed back the tears that were threatening to spill forth. In a flurry of activity, three tissues were shoved under her nose. Chuckling quietly, she dabbed at the tears and allowed the girls to help her into her wedding dress.

"Wow." Ginny breathed out when they were done, and Hermione was standing before them. Lavender and Parvati meerly nodded, eyes wide and mouth gaping. Hermione, anxious to see herself, walked over to the full-length mirror. Her dress, a strapless, satin ballgown with a jewel waist and organza full skirt, fit like it was made for her. She was pleased; and prayed that Severus would be floored.

He was.

The ceremony went off without a hitch; the couple exchanging both wedding vows and powers. The ancient wizarding ritual bound the two together, through their magical energy, until such time that one died. Upon death, all shared power would be transfered to the widower, who would then filter out thier deceased partner's for the burial ceremony. It was only for those who seriousy considered themselves soul-mates, because a seperation for more than a month would start to slowly kill them from the inside, out.

"I now pronounce you husband and wife. Severus, you may kiss your bride."


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Fifteen years later, Hermione Snape sat at the Staff Table, beside her husband and current Headmaster, Severus Snape. The Welcoming Feast had once again rolled around, and they both felt themselves more anxious than the last.

Albus had died only a year before, passing on the Headmastership to Severus, who then hired his wife to fill his position of Potions Mistress. Now the two were watching as Ginny Weasley led a group of timid first years through the middle of the Great Hall, to stand before the dias. Her husband, Harry Potter, had just finished placed out the three legged stool and the ancient Sorting Hat. With a wink to Ginny, he took his seat on the other side of Severus.

"Ainsley, Taylor!" She called out, starting the ceremony. It wasn't until halfway through, that Hermione sat forward with eagerness.

"Potter, Lily!" A tall, young girl with long, curly black hair, green eyes and freckles everywhere, stepped up to the stool. After receiving a reassuring glance from her mother, she sat and clasped the edges tightly. The hat was placed upon her head, and in less time than it took the Hat to sort Draco, "GRYFFINDOR!" was bellowed forth. The youngest Potter hurried off to the Gryffindor table and took a seat beside her older brother, Arjay. He, along with the Snape's oldest son Samual, congratulated her with large hugs. Arjay and Samual were both in 5th year, and beaters on the Gryffindor Quidditch Team. Hermione beamed with pride as she watched her son give a short wave. Sam resembled his father a great deal, but had thankfully inherited his mother's small, pert nose.

"He's growing into a fine, young man. Is he not?" Hermione whispered to her husband, who gave a derisive snort. Severus loved his son with all his heart, but Samual was reminding him more and more of the Weasley twins combined. He was a joker and a pranker, but also a loving and protective older brother.

"Snape, Alexandra!" Ginny called out, causing both Hermione and Severus to snap their attention forward. Lexxie, as she was called, was a short girl with bushy, black hair and expressive, black eyes. She was constantly buried in books, and reminded her parents of Hermione at that age.

"RAVENCLAW!" Lexxie beamed and hurried over to sit beside her older sister, Danielle, who was a 4th year in the same house. Danielle had long, straight brown hair and brown eyes, and was very tall for her age. She, like Lexxie, loved books and soaked up knowledge like a dry sponge. Hermione blew both daughters a kiss, and turned her head back to the sorting.

"Snape, Alexander!" Lexxie's twin brother, a short and gangly boy with messy, black hair and dull, brown eyes stepped forward. He gave his parents a short wave, but nothing more.

"Please, Merlin, give me at least one Slytherin." Hermione heard Snape murmuring beside her. She chuckled lightly, shaking her head as Alex was, indeed, sorted into Slytherin.

"That's the last of them." Severus leaned in and whispered to his wife with a fond smile as he watched his children interact with the other students. Hermione smirked, placing a hand on her slightly protruding stomach.

"That's what you think, Love."


The END!

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I'd give the links for the dresses, but I can't. Stupid, evil ff.n.