Chapter 29: An Unshakable Union Of Hearts

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Upstairs, The Sinclair Residence, Unknown Location, Unknown World...

One by one, articles of discarded clothing ended up in a tell tale trail leading up to the master bedroom as Severus Snape gripped the whimpering Hermione Granger-Sinclair in his arms and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He carried her up the staircase, amazed that he had the strength given what he had been going through with his deteriorating health. A series of moans filled the room as Snape managed to get his young wife into the bedroom and finally into the bed so he could do away with the last article of clothing keeping his enormously impressive erection hidden from her view.

Hermione had been panting and the heat that seemed to over take them followed by the longing sense of lust behind her amber eyes was more than enough to compel the former Potions Master to adhere to her inner most wishes.

He climbed into the bed and towered above the equally naked younger woman relishing in the look on her face when his exposed and aroused appendage came into contact with the beautiful young woman's slender bare thighs.

"I never noticed...just how much you've grown over the years." said Snape marveling at the young woman whom had been below him in bed.

"Sidney?" said the amber eyed beauty with a hint of curiosity behind her gaze. "What's wrong?"

Snape said nothing as he took note of what had been tears streaming down his sallow pale cheeks. He had not known when he had gotten to be so sentimental but it unnerved him a bit to be unaware of such drastic changes. What had been even more strange was the fact that he had not seemed to care. His feelings for Hermione Granger, his former student and now his wife and the mother of his children...the mother of Sidney's children...had been in his arms awaiting his attempt to prove his love to her.

His harsh pale lips crashed rather desperately into her soft pink ones as she began to melt into his kiss. He had made up his mind that there was no way he'd give this up...no way he'd give her up. Not to Weasley and definitely not to Sidney Sinclair. He would show her the difference between those fools and him. And that she deserved much more than either had in store for her and he would prove it here and now.

A trail of kisses from her lips to her neck and down her breasts to her belly gave the passion filled young woman all the indication she needed in terms of what her husband had in mind.

"I love you, Hermione." he said meaningfully.

"I love you too." she replied gripping him via his back and pulling him closer.

Snape was very well aware of his impending death but he sought to make the young woman remember him and what better way than to give her something to remember him by, or rather someone.

Hermione gasped when she felt the familiar intrusion of his cock as it slid into the confines of her warm body. She'd been a bit confused given how long it had been since last they'd been together but he'd some how gotten larger.

Snape groaned beginning to thrust into the young woman intent on seeing to her having yet another child should the worst come to pass, a means of remembrance even if she had only believed him to have been her idiotic muggle husband.

"I love you." he said softly in her ear as he continued to please her.

His thrusts had become much more tame in the wake of his desire to ensure this encounter had not passed too quickly, there was no telling how much time he'd have left and he wished to savor this moment knowing all too well what awaited him should it come to an end.

Hermione gripped her husband tighter unsure why they had ever stopped making love to begin with and wanting nothing more than to lose herself in the bliss of having done so again.

"S-Sidney." she whimpered feeling his pulsing appendage reach places inside her that she had forgotten existed.

The deeply thrusting former Potions Master grunted gripping the mattress below him as he continued to thrust into the willing young woman that had been his wife in this rather strange world.

"Hermione." he said as he crushed his harsh pale lips into her the soft pink ones.

His heart beat wildly in his chest as he knew hers had and she continued to cling to him. Never had he known anything more intense when it came to the swelling wall of emotions that he'd been holding back as a result of his instinct and the horrors of the second wizarding war.

The dour man had not wished to leave her behind, he had not wished to leave behind the children either. Little Ellie, Silas, and Sidney Jr. were possibly the best offspring he could have asked for if ever he'd been interested in siring any and they were also from her. There was a deep rooted sense of regret that seemed to seep from the walls he had put up in a bid to block out his agony but looking down at into the amber eyes of his former student turned lover, he knew there was nothing he had wanted more than to be the man that spent the rest of his life with her.

All too soon, he felt the inevitable throbbing of his cock and before he knew it, the spurting of his seed as it filled the inviting warmth of the young woman below him. He'd not noticed the onset of tears that trickled down his sallow pale cheeks but she had wiping them away and kissing his lips in a bid to calm him.

Snape stared down at her for a few moments, attempting to catch his breath despite being as weak as a newborn kitten following the act of making love to her.

"Hermione." he said still very much intent on telling the now pleased and contented woman the truth about his ongoing fatal medical condition. "I must speak with you...now."

Hermione arched a brow despite her panting as her husband's deathly serious expression seemed to give her cause for alarm.

"What is it?" she asked sitting up despite her exhaustion as she pulled the bed sheet over her formerly exposed breasts.

"There is no, less difficult way for me to say this...as side from..." began Snape still meeting her eyes with determination to finish what he started. "I am dying love."

The shock of his admission had been evident on her face as she attempted to process what was being said to her.

"T-That's not true." she said wishing to deny it even as his expression gave no indication of a jest or a falsehood. "Sidney...please..."

"Hermione, I wish it weren't so but there is no amount of doing so that will change the outcome of what is to be." he replied pulling the now tearful young woman close to him. "I was diagnosed with a malignant brain tumor for quite some time and despite my many failed attempts to either deny it or meet my fate head on...I've failed rather miserably and caused you and our children a good deal of pain."

Hermione reached up and stroked his cheek unsure where he'd gotten the idea that he'd been so horrible to his family.

"Sidney you are a wonderful man...and you didn't hurt anyone." she said softly. "The children and I adore you."

Snape sighed looking into the warm amber gaze of the young woman whom had been merely his former student in his own world. She had developed into a truly amazing and well spoken young woman, a far cry from the insufferable know it all girl with buckteeth and a chip on her shoulder he'd known before.

"I love you." he said meaningfully before capturing her lips in yet another kiss.

"I love you too." she replied despite her sadness she remained hopeful that there was at least something they could do to save him.

The onset of weakness drove the former Potions Professor to lie back against the mattress as his young wife rested her head against his lean pale chest. He wrapped his arm around her slender frame pulling her closer as he felt himself drift away.

"Hermione..." he had said before something akin to darkness over took him.

Snape knew it the moment it happened, the weightless feeling of being pulled from his body...from his life as the bedroom and the woman he loved got further and further away. Before he could offer a means of protest, the enchantress appeared with a vivid smirk on her face and something clutched in her hands.

"Well well...Mr. Snape...it seems you can be taught." she said with a form of twisted amusement filed across her face.

"What have you done?" asked Snape not in the least pleased about having been ripped away from the woman he loved. "You have to send me back...she...she needs me."

"I'm afraid Sidney Sinclair's existence has run it's course." replied the enchantress.

Snape had been frantic when he had heard this.

"You have to send me back." he said not wishing to let go of the life he'd lived as Sidney Sinclair despite his lack of interest in it before hand.

"Well that's not going to happen." she said still fiddling with whatever she held in her hands.

"Why have you brought me here?" asked the embittered Snape as he looked down at the slumbering Hermione Sinclair not in the least bit aware that she'd now been beside the body of her deceased husband.

"At first I was going to cause a bit of drama given your notorious brand of stubbornness it would have been a riot." admitted the enchantress now handing Snape what she clutched in her hands, he semi-recognized it as being the phone number of the bartender he'd nearly slept with. "But seeing as you finally learned to play the game accordingly, I saw no reason she should find such a thing."

Snape was quite grateful that he had begun to adhere to the rules. The last thing he needed was for Hermione to be hurt by his actions, especially with everything she was to endure now that he was gone.

"Please..." he began only to be cut off via the enchantress changing the venue.

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Hogshead Inn, Hogsmeade Village, Wizarding World...

Snape had not known what to make of the apparent trip back to the infamous wizarding village. He'd not even been sure why it was relevant given his time in the muggle life of Mr. Sinclair.

"What are we doing here?" he began only to be cut off once more.

"Don't you recognize this place?" taunted the enchantress with an arched brow.

Snape noted their surroundings and sighed. It was his usual room whenever he frequented the well avoided establishment.

"Yes." he replied not at all interested in what she might have had planned.

All he'd been interested in was getting back to Hermione and the children in any way he could.

"And I suppose you recognize that man." said The Enchantress pointing to what had turned out to have been him of all people drunkenly stumbling up the narrow wooden steps toward his usual room.

Snape semi-recalled the event. He was still quite embittered about having survived the second wizarding war and the events that lead to his imprisonment and torture at the hands of the Ministry Of Magic before his name had been cleared via the meddlesome efforts of both Hermione Jean Granger and Harry James Potter.

She had saved his life, and the boy had cleared his name.

It annoyed Snape to no end to have to come to terms with what they had done. He had no intention of becoming a martyr but he dreaded having to endure the hatred garnered for him as a result of his stint as Headmaster during the despot's reign and the subsequent murder of the wizarding world's most powerful figures.

The former Headmaster intended to drink himself into a stupor but was spared such an indignity via a rather concerned girl with the most annoying voice and oddly warm amber eyes.

Snape's eyes widened as he watched the vision of his exchanges with the woman from his past and understood for the first time why it had been so.

"Hermione." he said in absolute shock.

The young witch had attempted to see to his welfare and they ended up in bed. He'd been so callous and cold when he took her, possibly still enraged at his circumstances and the resentment of her having saved him. Snape noted that there had been at least some aspect of himself that knew exactly whom she had been and sought to harm her in the only way that would be effective.

He took her fast and quite deeply into the night as she whimpered and mewled in his ears while he quickly gained his pleasures from her untouched trim. The former potions professor watched himself spill his seed rather callously into the young witch never giving a single thought to the consequences of such an action.

"No." he said backing away from the image.

He was beginning to understand it now.

"That can't be...I couldn't have...she..." he attempted to explain away what had been so blatantly obvious even to him. "She was pregnant...that's why you brought me here...I...did hurt her...I don't deserve her."

The Enchantress smiled as she walked over toward him stroking his sallow pale cheek.

"You have a choice to make concerning your heart's true desire." she said in something of a chilling tone. "You can join me...and never have to feel an ounce of agony ever again...or you can simply return to your world and attempt to fix what you have done and finally move on with your miserable life until the time comes for us to meet again."

"Meet again?" asked Snape in confusion.

"Make your choice...you haven't much time Severus Snape." said the enchantress before a seemingly haunting cackle escaped her ruby red lips.

The amber eyes of the witch he'd bedded and loved when given the life of the muggle Sinclair had flashed in his mind. He'd not even had the chance to open his mouth when the enchantress alerted him to his choice.

"Very well...Severus Snape." she said seemingly disappointed. "Until we meet again...and I promise you it will be for the last time."

With a swift push, Snape found himself falling.

Down he went at alarming speeds until he landed into the body of a man, surrounded by snow in the dead of winter. He'd not been a lone as a brave woman loomed over his nearly lifeless body her pink lips pressed into his as she breathed life into him.

A cough escaped him due to sudden the rush of air that expanded within his lungs.

Amber eyes once more met those of obsidian as Severus Snape realized all too well what would have happened had he made any other choice. The enchantress continued to cackle in the distance despite it not being heard as she looked down upon them, her beautiful complexion gave way to a haunting skeletal figure and her eyes had been mere hollowed holes in the skull that made up her face. There she floated above them draped in ebony robes with what could have been referred to as a scythe in her left hand.

Snape's obsidian eyes burst open as the young woman did her best to cast a series of warming charms and bundle him up despite his attempts to wave her away.

"Let me help you, Sir." said a familiar voice as the young woman continued to fuss over him.

"H-Hermione?" he said taking notice of her for the very first time since he'd been restored to whatever body he'd been in.

"Until we meet again, Severus Snape." she said before taking her leave of him. Twice now the amber eyed witch had saved him from her cold bony clutches.