I am getting a larger trickle of reviews so thanks(I guess). The story will be a cross between a drama, humor and romance. I know it might be slow but I have to get the characters all in there before all hell brakes loose.

Harry Potter and co. belong to Rowling.

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Chapter 5.

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Madame Pompfrey sat in her office. She had been married once before and now it seemed she would do so again. Her first husband had never known she was a witch. She had just been getting her courage up to tell him the truth when he had died in a car accident. She had never married again and now at the age of 57 she was paired off with Moody of all people. Oh well, nothing to do….nothing to do. She couldn't really say she liked or disliked him he was a man set in his ways as was she. She set the newspaper aside and mused over the whole thing.

"Ahum….excuse me" came the voice behind her.

Turning around she was not at all surprised to the see the weather beaten wizard stood by the door in what looked to be his Sunday best.

"Mr. Moody, come in," She said rising from her chair.

"Thank you ma'am." He said stepping inside. "Ma'am, I realize that desperate times call for desperate measures but I don't want you to think that that has anything to do with what I'm about to say."

Madame Pompfrey looked at the former Professor confused and was about to interrupt when he stepped closer.

"Ma'am please let me speak before you say anything…..ahum…. ahum…. I want to say that you are a fine woman and that I have great respect for you as a person and as a healer. Before all this nonsense broke out I had every intention of asking you to have tea with me in hopes of getting to know you better. Because, to be honest… I'm quite taken with you. I realize that I have little to offer someone as you but I hope that you find it in yourself to give me a chance at being more than just a name and a number assigned to you by the Ministry. Anyway that's what I came to say."

Madame Pompfrey stood too shocked to move. Time stood still for what seemed an eternity. Moody looked down and was about to turn when Madame Pomfrey took a step forward.

"Professor, I apologize for my rudeness. I have the kettle on. If, you'd like we could have some tea now. If, you have nothing else planned that is." She said pointing to her private rooms.

"No ma'am nothing planned." He said clearing his throat again.

"Good then." She said smiling pleasantly. If fate had intervened to bring them together then she would be damned if she didn't make the best of it. He was a good man set in his ways she amended.

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Neville sat quite still between his Grandmother and his future bride Penelope. She was a beautiful girl or so he thought. He got the impression his Grandmother didn't like her though and wondered why.

Penelope had heard of Neville but had never really talked to him until this morning when she and her family and had received an invitation to his home. Penelope sat and eyed him carefully. So, this was her husband. He was a homely boy, that went without saying but he had warm eyes and a kind way about him. The grandmother well, she was another story completely. The old bat had not stopped looking down here pure blood nose at her since she and her parents had walked through the door.

"So Mrs. Longbottom. Your family is into what kind of business."

"Gold."

"Excuse me?"

"Gold. We are in Gold. We trade in it."

"Oh I see."

"I doubt that you do Mr. Wells. What do you do?"

"We have a chain of Italian fast food restaurants Ma'am."

Mrs. Longbottom could only sigh. Still the girl was pretty and so long as she gave her great grand children and kept her grandson happy and the family stayed away it might actually work. My goodness she could actually smell the tomatoes on these people! The Ministry was indeed mad!

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Anastasia and Alessandra sat in the library in Snape Manor waiting for their father to rise. He had come in earlier that morning in a most unbecoming state and had been levitated to his room were he was now "sleeping it off".

Anastassia sat pondering their situation while Alessandra read up on werewolves. Their father had let it slip about Remus, Alessandra's fiancée and now Alessandra sat in near hysteria reading everything from Little Red Riding Hood to Wolves, Wolves and more Wolves.

"Anasstassia is there no way out?"

"I don't see one sister."

"But a werewolf." Alessandra said almost in tears.

"Control yourself damn it."

"Control? Easy for you to say. You got a hero, a blasted rich one. I got a wolf and a poor one! I mean he is penniless. I can't live like that." Wailed Alessandra.

"Your such a drama queen!"

"You know Anastassia you can be a real bitch!"

"Only when you whine like a little prat!"

"You would too if you had to live like me!"

"How Alessandra?"

"Don't play stupid! We went to the best schools. We are used to a certain kind of life. This is ridiculous I will not be forced into marrying beneath me!"

Before Anastassia could answer, their father made an entrance.

"Good morning daughters."

"Father! Sir!" They answered curtseying before they ran into his arms sobbing.

Snape held his two daughters patting them. They had grown so much over the years. But to him they were still his little girls.

"Father must we?" Asked Anastassia holding her father tightly.

"Yes you must." he answered simply.

Crying Anastassia buried her face into his shoulder.

"But Sir. My fiancée is a werewolf? Surely it's dangerous. What if he hurt me?" Whimpered Alessandra in her most little girl lost voice. It did miracles. Anastassia heard her sister's tone of voice and mentally applauded her. Work it! Work it!

"That will never happen werewolves do not hurt their mates."

"Mates! Father. I was raised to be the mistress of a Manor not the mate of a wolf." She cried burying her face into her hands stomping her foot down.

"Anastassia, Alessandra control yourselves." Snape ordered sternly. Both girls looked up at him hurt but reined in their emotions. It would not do to anger their father he knew them too well. He had not only spied on Voldermort but on them too. Yes, Snape knew his girls more than they did themselves.

"Father it is unfair to allow Alessandra to live a penniless life just because her husband does not have the means to support her."

"I will give Alessandra a dowry on her wedding day."

"Oh thank you Father!" Shouted Alessandra hugging her father and mouthing a thank you to Anastassia.

"The only problem will be getting Lupin to accept the money." Commented Snape thoughtfully.

"Who?'

"Lupin your future husband. That is his family name."

"Never heard of it, how common." whispered Alessandra shivering. "Well it is my dowry so he will have to accept it unless he wants to deal with me."

"Sir….do they now about us being….?" Asked Anastassia.

Snape looked at them both and shook his head. "No one knows. Information is power girls always remember that. You have something over each of your husbands' heads, a strength neither of them is aware off. Keep it that way for as long as possible."

"Yes sir!"

The girls respected their father immensely. The truth is that he was the only one they respected at all, which was fine by him. Therefore, anything he said they took to heart. They were willful girls, intelligent, quick too anger and dangerous if they took a dislike to anyone. Nevertheless, they were his daughters and Snape would protect them with his life.

"Now stand back and let me look at you!" he ordered.

The girls quickly took two steps back and let their father inspect them. They were eighteen, about 5 feet 7 inches and slim which made them look taller still. They had their father'eatures except for the nose thank Merlin. They were twins but not identical although they looked so much alike that they were often mistaken for one another. They had long wavy black hair that fell below their waist with gold streaks in it. They had mouths on them that would make a sailor blush. They were his little girls. Smiling he looked down and thought about the prat and wolf and how sweet revenge indeed was.

"Why are you smiling Sir?" asked Alessandra.

"Because you are my daughters and I love you."

"Oh thank you sir. Thank you so much. We love you too." the girls chorused.

Snape did not approve of open displays of affection but he was not ashamed of hugging his girls. He had waited eighteen years to do so.

part 3 deals with Hermoine and Snape, the girls and their respective future husbands, everybody duck!