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If I Fell

In Dumbledore's office the entire Hogwart's staff gathered. Dumbledore stood before his desk, his arms crossed. He stared over his glasses at the faculties faces. Mixtures of bewilderment and concern swept over them.

Maylin stood in the corner, her eyes to the ground. She knew that the creature was after Potter, she even had a pretty good idea why. However, if her reasoning was in fact correct, then Potter would be nothing more than a helpless victim.

"Maylin, what do you think of this situation?" Dumbledore cast his gaze her way. Maylin's eyes rose to meet the Headmaster's. She sighed and refolded her arms.

"It's obvious the creature was after Potter." Maylin ran her hand through her hair and slouched into her corner.

"The problem however, is not who the creature was after, but what. I was able to pick out a few words from that thing's thoughts." Maylin counted on her fingers. "Boy and spell."

"Spell?" chimed in Professor Sprout.

Maylin acknowledged. "Yes, spell. I have a sickening feeling that Volde…the creature was after Potter to try and gain the spell that saved his life against the Dark Lord."

The whole room stopped and looked at Maylin.

MacGonnagall stepped up.

"But how is that possible, dear? Potter's survival was from the result of a curse. True love saved that boy."

"Oh, get off it Minerva," Maylin spat. MacGonnagall stepped back. Maylin dropped her arms and stepped away from the wall. She turned to face the group. Snape moved into her spot and stood waiting to hear what she was about to say.

"You all can't continue to live in a world where little baby Harry Potter was saved by the love of his darling mother. Dear, god, you know Lilly was my best damn friend. But don't kid yourselves into thinking for a moment that she was powerful enough to keep a baby like Harry safe from a goddamned madman like Voldemort."

The room sat silently. Snape moved to stand behind Maylin. Whatever you need to tell them, May, tell them. I can leave.

Maylin shook her head.

Please stay. I think you should hear this.

She breathed deep and looked back at Snape. Go on then. Maylin nodded and regained the floor.

"Harry was saved by a spell, a very powerful spell. There are only three people who know it and two of them are dead." Maylin summoned a chair from across the room and sat. She leaned forward.

"Voldemort killed my son..." She stumbled a bit and eyed Snape, "...Killed our son – as you all may recall."

Hooch put down her drink, Dumbledore took off his glasses.

"They overwhelmed me, it was that simple and horrible. There were so many of them I couldn't fight back I was bound to floor I listened to his crying and there was nothing. They pulled me from my home, and took from me everything I loved - everyone I loved."

Maylin's stone cold face was second only to the coldness in her words. Snape lowered his eyes and raised the barriers around his thoughts. Her sharp tone and almost wicked temperament reminded him of why she no longer loved him.

"The Death Eaters came and they left me with nothing. They left me to die - Alone."

Snape stepped up behind her chair.

"When I realized William, m...our son, was killed by a curse I created a counter curse. A curse rooted in as most people believe, love; but it was a spell nonetheless. I gave this spell to Lilly. Harry was about Will's age. They played together. It just wasn't fair. It didn't work quite the way I planned it honestly, but Harry survived. At least one person survived."

Maylin leaned back in her chair. Snape touched her shoulder.

I had no idea about the spell.

Maylin said nothing in return. Snape knew why.

"Do you think Voldemort wanted to use Potter as bait for you?" asked Dumbledore.

Maylin shook her head, "Voldemort doesn't know the spell is mine…at least, I think he doesn't…" Maylin looked up to Snape. "He doesn't," he replied.

"Severus," MacGonnagall said. "In any of your meetings with him, has this spell plot ever risen."

Snape shook his head. "No, with the exception of the one mention of May a month ago, he's remained practically silent. Unfortunately, that's not a pleasant thing."

"Do you think he knows you're spying?"

"Honestly, Minerva, at this point it doesn't really matter, if he has found a way into this school then I'm relatively useless."

"I'm worried more about your security, than your mission."

"It wasn't a secure mission to begin with, and I was aware of what I was getting into, I can fend for myself, mother."

MacGonnagall shot him a look.

"Severus, please, stop. Minerva." Maylin put up her hand, and wearily pleaded with him. "This utter nonsense will get none of us anywhere and I for one am sick of nowhere. If you'll excuse me, I'm going to bed." Maylin rose from her seat and sent it back from where it came. She shoved her hands in her jacket pockets and left without a sound.

When the door shut Snape turned to Dumbledore.

"Go ahead, Severus, make sure she gets back safely." Snape bowed slightly and left.

Snape caught up with her in the hallway. She walked quickly, one hand over her face, the other wrapped tightly around her waist. Snape reached out to touch her shoulders but she turned instead and fell into his arms. He held her steadily as her body trembled with tears. He could feel her heavy breath on his chest, her arms tucked inside of his.

She was crying, Maylin rarely cried.

He slipped his hand around her back as the other found its way to her face. He traced his finger down to her chin and raised her eyes to meet his. "Will you come with me?" Her cobalt eyes held back their flood long enough to nod in agreement.

He led her down to the dungeons, one hand on her shoulder, the other around her waist. They passed through the potions room and into the back corridor. He touched the wall and allowed her into his quarters.

She stepped into the room and looked around. She leaned back into the corner as Snape slipped into a back room. He returned with two small glasses each with three ice cubes. He poured the two drinks and crossed to face Maylin. He handed her the drink.

She whirled the alcohol in the glass and starred downward. "What is it, Severus?"

Snape leaned on the wall beside her, his head cocked to one side. "It's a very good and old friend of ours; my brother sent it to me when I began teaching."

"So it's strong then?"

Snape shook his head. "It's no stronger than any other Muggle whisky."

"May I at least have a hint?"

Snape paused. "Tennessee."

"Ooh, that good friend." Maylin replied. Snape nodded.

"I like Jack, he's been good to me," said Maylin.

Maylin continued to look down at her drink. "Why did you bring me here, Severus?"

Snape lowered his eyes to match hers. "You just look like you needed a drink."

Maylin forced a smile and stepped away from the wall. With her drink in her hand she lazily circled the room. Something caught her eye. A brown leather book sat on the counter in front of her. Maylin opened the book and flipped through the pages slowly one by one. Snape moved behind her and placed his drink next to hers. His hands rested on her shoulders.

Maylin breathed deep, What the hell am I doing? Snape's hands moved slowly down her arms and crossed her waist. Maylin straightened her body and leaned back. She wrapped her arms around his and closed her eyes.

They stood there for a moment, both not knowing what to do next. Neither knowing what to say or how to respond to the comfort they felt just simply standing still. Snape moved his mouth to her ear.

"You know this is killing both of us?"

Maylin nodded and turned to face him. She leaned back in his arms and raised a finger to his face. She traced a thin line from his forehead down to his mouth. His eyes seemed to glow in the darkness.

"You are a handsome man, Severus Snape." Snape shook his head.

"You say this because I look as you remember me." Maylin smiled and pointed to the mirror behind him. Snape turned to see himself no longer twenty three. His face seemed paler; tired.

"The potion wore off on the way here," Maylin touched his cheek. "I rather fancy the way you look now."

A thousand things raced through Snape's mind but they all lead to one conclusion. He moved one hand from the small of her back up her neck. Their eyes met, and then their cheeks. He caressed the side of her neck with his thumb and she tilted until their lips sank into each other. For a brief moment they froze.

Is this real, May?

Yes.

Their lips explored once familiar places as their bodies grew closer. Her neck, his chin, her forehead, his ear. The taste of heaven swept through them. Part of Maylin wanted to cry the other half wanted to laugh. Snape pulled her tight to him and set her body leaning on the dresser. He closed his eyes as his lips slip down to her neck and off her body. He placed his hands on either side of her legs and braced himself on the counter. He lowered his head before her.

Maylin placed her hand on the back of his neck lightly ran her finger nails underneath his black hair.

"Give me a moment."

Snape stood up haphazardly and walked a few steps backward and fell onto his bed. He placed his hands on his face and tried to figure out what had just happened.

Is that an invitation, Severus? Snape heard her voice in his mind and sat up quickly. She stood there leaning on the dresser. The dim light framed her pale face. Her eyes sent fire through him.

Gods, you're beautiful. Snape shook his head. Maylin smiled. "Take your moment, I'll be here."

He was helpless. Severus Snape was weak for no one, and yet sitting before her he could barely breathe let alone think.

"Fifty points from Maylin Hunter for kissing me stupid." And he fell back on the bed.

Maylin shook her head and smiled. She hopped off the dresser and turned back to the book by her side.

Picture after picture of lost friends and moments captured forever. Teases of happiness looked her in the eye as she ran her fingers over the pages.

The last page caught her interest. "Oh my God."

Snape's ears perked and he got up and moved behind her. He looked at the picture and sighed. He put one arm around her and held her hand with the other.

They sit smiling on an old stone wall in front of their garden. Maylin lies back on Snape's chest, his arms wrap around her and the dark haired child in her lap. It's cold. They laugh, rub noses, and kiss.

Maylin took out the picture from the book and read the back.

Nov. 1-Severus and Maylin celebrate three years, and one year for little William, all my love-Lily.

Maylin put the picture back in its place. She breathed deep, and turned around. Snape once again wrapped his arms around her and kissed her forehead. Maylin moved up and pressed her lips back into his.

She was comfortable, standing there surrounded by him. He was warm, like she remembered. He was gentle, like she remembered. His touch was soft and slow. He liked to savor every moment, every movement of her body. When she rose, he lifted her up. And when she fell he held her still. Maylin pulled back from the kiss. She rested her forehead on his mouth and held his slender sides with her hands.

"Would you hate me if I told you that I had forgotten?"

Snape looked down into her ocean eyes.

"I could never hate you. You should know that."

Maylin turned her back to him. "For a while I had no idea how you felt about me. I'm still not sure I understand. - I'm still mad at you, you know."

"Maylin, I want you to wholehearted believe for one moment that you were wrong about the entire thing. I want you to believe that I know what I did was wrong but that I had no other choice."

"Severus," Maylin looked into the darkness of his eyes. "If you won't tell me why you let them do what they did to William then how am I supposed to believe that I am wrong?"

"Trust me, for one moment just please - Trust me?"

"I do but -"

"Do you?"

Snape moved up to her and ran one finger down her back. She shivered and sighed. Snape moved around her and used the same finger to wipe away the tear forming in the corner of her left eye.

"Yes."

He stepped up to her and breathed her in. She was enticing. His fingers found their way to her hair. He wanted to make love to her, ease her down and make her feel young and beautiful. Instead though, that night, he settled for a kiss.