April 1982
6th year Slytherin and Gryffindor Potions class
Severus was carefully watching as the students failed to brew even a passable Draught of Living Dead.
"Use your heads, idiots! If you can't cut it, press it down!" he growled in frustration.
"B-but the book says to cut it, sir," a student said, a hint of fear in his voice.
"If the book said to chop your own finger off to get a drop of blood, you would blindly do it, Mr Lyns?"
"N-no, sir. Sorry, sir."
"Ten points from Gryffindor," Severus turned and walked to the back of the room, checking on the students' work.
Suddenly they all stopped working and one of them pointed towards the front of the room: "Prof. Snape? There's a house-elf by your desk, sir."
Severus turned around and frowned as he saw Tiffany there, smiling and waving at the students. He hadn't spent the previous night at home, he had had to stay in the castle to grade some essays.
But as he walked towards Tiffany, worrying about what could've happened to his wife to make the elf go to him, the room exploded in questions and comments:
"Is she yours, sir?" asked a Slytherin boy.
"She's so cute!" exclaimed a Gryffindor girl.
"I've never seen a house-elf in such a clean and pretty dress!" said the girl's friend.
"That has to be a very well-treated house-elf!" said a Slytherin girl.
"You take good care of her, professor," said a Gryffindor boy, surprised.
"Servants shouldn't be treated that well," added a Slytherin boy reproachfully.
"Silence!" Severus shouted and everyone stopped, "Class dismissed."
"What about our potions, sir?"
"None of you was even close to properly brewing it, Mr Greengrass. Your concoctions might kill someone, yes – through poisoning. You'll all write a roll of parchment about it and try it again next week."
The students groaned and walked out of the room.
Severus locked the door once the last student had left and turned to the elf: "What happened, Tiffany?"
"Mistress Flor is not well, breaking things and burning the furniture."
"I'm going home," he said, quickly going to his quarters and entering his fireplace.
Severus walked out of the fireplace and into a very unexpected scene: the always-organized and clean living room of their house was half-destroyed.
There were burnt marks on an armchair and a steaming glass of something dark-orange on the coffee table.
He picked it up and smelled it, "Orange juice? Hot orange juice?" he whispered, confused.
Then he heard footsteps on the stairs and looked up.
"You! What are you doing home?" shouted a very angry Florence as she walked downstairs.
"Tiffany called me."
"So that's the way to make you come home?" Florence shouted, "I have to send my house elf after you?" she stopped in front of him.
"Flor, I occasionally stay one night a week in the castle to plan my classes and grade papers. You know that, love," he spoke softly.
"Fuck the classes! I need you here! With me!" she pushed his chest and he held her hands, "Let go of me! You wanted a baby! You made a baby! Now deal with it!"
And the next second Florence was crying, laying her head on his chest, whispering: "I burned the furniture, Sev. I boiled my juice! I-I'm... I don't know what's happening to me."
"You're expecting a baby girl, love," he held her in his arms, "Last night was the first night since the beginning of the year that I stayed at the castle. Your veela must've gotten a little insecure-"
And suddenly she was angry again, her eyes going a shade lighter and she shouted: "I'm not insecure! I can defend myself! You're-"
"I'm here, Florence!" Severus interrupted her and touched his lips to hers, kissing her until she stopped fighting against him and crossed her arms behind his neck.
Then he picked her up in his arms and carried her upstairs.
Severus walked back downstairs after Florence had fallen asleep.
He didn't care it was just half past four in the afternoon, he poured himself half a glass of mead from a bottle Dumbledore had given him for his birthday at the beginning of the year, and sat on the recently-fixed armchair.
The living room was back to its usual clean and organized state; Tiffany and Melody were miracle workers.
He sighed, enjoying the silence and missing the sound of the twins at the same time; he had gotten used to sitting in the evenings before dinner right in that armchair, watching the boys play on the rug, some cartoon on the TV.
But it was too early for the boys to be home, so he could just enjoy the silence until they arrived.
After an hour, and a second glass of mead, Severus closed the book he had been reading as he heard Florence walking downstairs.
"Feeling better, love?"
"Yes," she smiled, walking towards him and sitting on his lap, "I'm glad you came home. I was so out of-" she stopped talking, sniffing him, "What's that smell?"
"What smell?" Severus frowned.
"I smell... Cassiopeia," Florence whispered angrily, her eyes changing fast to light-green.
He felt surprised and worried, fearing what might happen next: "I came home straight from Hogwarts, Florence. I..."
"Then why does your hand smell like her?" she shouted, getting up from his lap, a strong gale filling up the room and throwing things around the neat living room.
"I have no idea! Florence, listen to me," he approached her.
"Don't!" she shouted, her veela going murderous at the smell of another woman on her mate; she fell onto her knees, unable to control her powers.
And the wind increased in speed.
Severus held onto his armchair, trying to protect himself, but was caught in the whirlwind, armchair and all, hitting the floor-to-ceiling glass window and going through it.
The loud sound of the thick glass breaking snapped Florence out of her irrational loss of control and she looked frantically around the room for him.
"Severus!" she gasped, running to the broken window and seeing him getting up from under the armchair, glass shards all around him, "Oh, my Merlin! I'm so sorry! Are you hurt?"
"No. I'm fine," he replied, scourgifying himself to remove all the glass pieces, "Be careful to not hurt yourself in the glass! Get away from that window, Florence!"
She walked backwards and he entered the house through the hole in the wall where the window used to be.
"You're hurt!" Florence exclaimed, seeing blood running down the side of his face, "I'm so sorry."
Severus didn't reply, he simply walked past her, and she thought he had all the right to be angry at her.
She watched him go to the liquor cabinet and take a bottle, reaching it to her.
"I can't drink, Severus!" she said, confused.
"Sniff it!"
She did and gasped.
"This is why my hand smells like Cassie!" he exclaimed, "Dumbledore must've bought this at The Three Broomsticks! This was his gift to me on my birthday!"
Florence took a few steps away from him, looking at him with tears in her eyes, "I knew you wouldn't have gone there, I trust you, but I wasn't thinking- I couldn't-" she let out a sob, "Go back to Hogwarts, Sev. Poppy can heal you..." she sat on the sofa and let her head fall on her hands, crying.
She heard the sound of the flames in the fireplace and lifted her head, seeing she was alone in the living room.
Then she sobbed, a part of her regretting having told him to go back to the castle, but she feared hurting him again.
"Flor," Severus whispered.
She inhaled sharply, surprised, "I thought you had left."
"No, love, I just threw the bottle in the fireplace and went to the kitchen to wash my hands," he sat beside her, pulling her to his side, "I'm not leaving you alone. I didn't know my absence would do this to you."
"Neither did I," she touched his forehead, getting her wand from her pocket and healing his cuts, "I'm sorry."
"I know, my love," he kissed her, slowly and sweetly, touching her navel, "I put this little princess in you, it's my fault as well. Next time, it'll be a boy, I promise."
Florence laughed and kissed him again.
Suddenly they heard the sound of the fireplace.
"Mum!" the twins shouted.
Florence turned to face them and the boys jumped onto her legs.
Nick was smiling, but James looked annoyed.
"What happened, Jamie?" she asked.
"The kissing," he said, glaring at his father.
"We've talked about this, son," said Severus, touching the boy's head.
"But I don't like it!" he crossed his arms.
"What happened to the window?" asked Nicholas, surprised.
"The wind," Florence replied, glancing at Eileen, "Could you take the boys to your house tonight?"
"Of course, dear. Are you ok?" she looked at the broken window with concern.
"Yes. It was just an accident caused by a very strong wind," repeated Florence, "So now we have to fix the window and... we'd like to have a night alone to talk."
The twins looked immediately worried.
"Is dad going away?" asked Nick, "That's why he wasn't home last night?"
The adults were taken by surprised by his question.
James looked at them, terrified: "No! I won't complain anymore, mummy! Let dad stay! Please!"
"Calm down, my loves," said Florence, touching the boys' faces, "There's nothing wrong. We just have some grown up things to talk about. No one is going anywhere."
James looked at his father and jumped onto his lap, hugging him, "I'm just tealous."
"Jealous, Jamie. I know," said Severus, holding him tight, "I understand. I'm not going anywhere, I promised you, remember?"
The boy nodded.
Then the twins walked with Eileen to the fireplace, leaving with their grandma.
June 1982
Florence walked home after a day of seeing patients around Hogsmeade, and dear Tiffany welcomed her with a tall glass of cold ginger ale and a salad sandwich.
She drank and ate it all and thanked her sweet house-elf, before walking upstairs, needing to take a shower.
She loved her daughter and her baby bump was round and beautiful, but carrying a baby was not easy, especially in the summer. It was simply too hot for her six-month-pregnant body.
Thankfully, Florence wasn't as out of control as she had been two months ago – she was just tired and uncomfortable most of the time now, and the summer made it all worse.
Florence walked into her bathroom, quickly divestoing herself and turning on the shower, looking forward to the warm water on her sweaty skin.
She'd spent most of the day going from house to house, seeing patients in the village.
It had been a great day; she'd had lunch with the Fortescues, visited Susan Malkin, who had just had a baby, and all of her patients were either in good health or on their way to recover from some simple sickness.
Florence was exhausted, but she couldn't be happier.
She closed her eyes and stood under the water spray, letting it wash away the heat and sweat of the day
Suddenly she felt a presence in the bathroom and smiled.
"Like what you see?" she asked, turning around to look at her husband, who was standing by the door.
"More than you can possibly imagine," Severus replied, removing his clothes and walking into the stall with her. kissing her and caressing her belly, sending his love to their daughter, "You look tired, princess. Let me help you relax."
"Yes, please," she replied, wanting his hands on her more than anything.
Severus raised his left hand towards the sink cabinet and wandlessly accioed a bottle she had never seen before.
"What's that?"
"A special liquid soap I made for you, completely safe for the baby," he said as he poured some of the soap into his hands, placed the bottle on a glass shelf with the other shower products, and started massaging her back.
"Fuck, that's good," Florence moaned as she felt her muscles relaxing almost instantly, due to his hands and whatever he'd put in that soap.
Severus worked her shoulders, lower back and her legs, until he felt through their bond that she was completely relaxed.
Then he rinsed her off, quickly washed himself and carried her to bed, after patting her dry with a soft towel and dressing her in a comfortable dress.
Florence lay on her left side and fell asleep about the same time as her head hit the pillow.
Severus charmed the room to be at a cooler temperature, then he got dressed and walked out, letting her sleep.
He walked out of the room to find the twins running in the corridor, "Hey, boys. Your mum's napping."
"Ok, dad," they replied in unison, going downstairs to play, knowing they shouldn't make too much noise.
Severus closed the bedroom door and turned to go downstairs, but there was someone blocking him, "Tiffany?"
The elf looked at him with a frown, but there was no sign of the usual scornful look he had got used to receive from her in the past six months.
She took a deep breath and spoke: "Tiffany wants to say something."
"Alright," he drawled, "I'm listening."
"Tiffany sees the way Snape takes care of Mistress Florence and of the little Masters," she nodded, "Tiffany is convinced Snape is here to stay, so Tiffany will not be rude to him anymore. And Melody won't either."
"I'm glad to hear that, Tiff," he smiled, surprised at her change-of-heart.
She just nodded and walked downstairs, leaving him curious to know how her treatment of him would change.
After dinner, Severus sat in the living room watching over the twins, who played some board game in the rug.
He had decided to not wake Florence up for dinner since she was sound asleep, so it had been just the three of them at the table.
Soon that'll change. He thought. When baby Liz arrives, everything will change, the twins will be older brothers, and I'll be father of three - father of a girl that will certainly be as beautiful as her mother and have a lot of boyfriends and- shit.
Suddenly feeling like having a glass of firewhisky before bed, Severus got up.
He was on his way to the liquor cabinet when he heard: "Does Master Severus need anything?"
He froze, not believing Tiffany had just called him Master, he looked at her, "Yes, Tiff. I'd like a drink."
"Tiffany can get Master Severus his drink," she sounded confident.
"Sure," Severus said, returning to his armchair, not daring to contradict her, "Firewhisky, please, neat."
"Right away, Master."
And he sat back down, watching as she poured his drink.
When she gave him the glass, he sipped it – although a part of him still wondered if she hadn't poisoned it.
"Thank you, Tiffany."
"Tiffany loves to serve the Delac-" she stopped and reformulated her sentence: "Tiffany loves to serve the Snape family."
Severus nodded at her and kept on watching the twins play, thinking of her words: the Snape family.
He smiled, sipping more of his firewhisky; he had his incredible sons playing in front of him and his amazing pregnant wife upstairs.
Life was good.
Hogwarts
End of June
Florence was in the Great Hall, helping McGonagall put up the decorations for that End of the Year Ball, when she saw her husband walk towards her.
I don't like seeing your belly hidden. Severus said.
I know. But it is necessary. There are enough rumours about the two of us already for me to go around the castle sporting a pregnant belly.
He looked at her for a while with a tilted head and then asked: Do you still have the dress you wore at our seventh-year Ball?
Florence frowned at his unexpected question. I guess so. Why?
That day, I watched you dancing with Black and I wished I could see your belly, I knew it'd be gorgeous. I'd like to see you in that dress, pregnant.
Ok. I'll see if I can find it. She said, already planning to wear it to bed later.
Snapes' family home
After dinner that night, Florence walked upstairs with the twins to get them ready for bed and Severus read them a story.
Once they were both fast asleep, Severus went to the bedroom he shared with his wife, looking for her.
And the moment he walked into their room, he knew something good was about to happen; Florence was standing by the window, dressed exactly like she had been at their seventh-year Ball, in the one-shoulder dark green dress he remembered.
However, this time, her pregnant belly wasn't hidden, and the dress showcased it beautifully.
He locked the door, checked on the permanent silencing spell and walked towards her.
"You're even more beautiful than I had imagined," he touched her belly, looking into her eyes, "I remember how Black held you close and danced with you."
"Like this?" she pulled him as close as her belly allowed and they swayed to no song, smiling.
Severus danced with her around the room, making her spin and giggle.
"All I wanted to do that day," he whispered, "was take you away from him and into the Room of Requirement."
"And what would you do to me there?" she asked with a smirk.
"I'd remove this dress," he stopped dancing and held her waist, slowly walking around her, going to her back and kissing her shoulder while he unzipped her dress.
"I'd worship you," he said, pushing the sleeves down her arms and letting the dress fall onto the floor, "Make love to every inch of your body."
He cupped her breasts, whispering in her ear: "I'd lie down on my back and watch you ride my cock," he made her turn to face him, "I yearned for you then, it was physically painful to watch you walk away from me."
She bit her lip to stop it from trembling, "It was the hardest decision I ever had to make," he touched his face, lovingly.
He kissed her, his tongue slowly caressing hers, twirling around hers possessively.
"Severus," she gasped when they parted lips, lie down, Sev, let me make that dream of yours come true."
He quickly removed his clothes and obeyed, lying down in the middle of the bed, watching her crawl over him, straddle his hips and lower herself onto him, taking all of his cock inside her cunt.
"Fuck, you're beautiful, Florence. And so... sexy," he caressed her waist, moving his hands down to grab her arse, helping her ride him.
"Look at you," he continued, "My ring on your finger, my baby in your womb and my cock up your cunt; completely mine."
"Yes. I am completely yours," she moaned softly, riding him leisurely, taking them both towards the highest pleasure in a slow pace.
"Yes, all mine," he groaned as she rolled her hips, clenching on him. He caressed her clit with his thumb, hearing her gasp louder and watching her move faster on his lap.
"Already knocked up and needing more cock," he pulled her forward and sucked a nipple in his mouth.
"Yes!" she whimpered, "Yes yes yes," she was seconds from cumming.
"That's it, princess, cum for me, clench on my cock and make me fill you up with cum."
And she climaxed, her cunt massaging his cock until he couldn't stop his own orgasm.
He helped her lie down beside him, being careful with her belly.
"Love you, Flor," he whispered, holding her close, her head on his chest.
She just hummed contently, making him chuckle before following her into sleep.
September 12th, 1982
Hogwarts
Hospital Wing
Florence wasn't having a good day; she was irritated, her feet were killing her and Severus hadn't slept home the past two nights.
He is so going to hear it when I see him.
Looking to avoid a public windy episode where her veela would go crazy on her husband's ass, she had decided not to go to the Great Hall for lunch – plus she was too uncomfortable to walk downstairs, and the students would certainly notice something was amiss with her.
So Florence had lunch in the infirmary, then tried to nap, quickly finding out she couldn't, for her there was not a position where her hips didn't hurt.
Giving up on her nap, she walked to the window, feeling baby Elizabeth's head pressing on her bladder.
"I've just been to the loo, Liz..." she whispered, and the baby girl chose that moment to stretch, pressing her feet on Florence's stomach and her head right against her cervix
"Bloody hell!" she groaned; it was very painful when the baby did that.
Florence put her hands on her knees, leaning forward and breathing until the pain slowly went away.
Elizabeth stopped stretching after a few seconds and Florence was able to stand up straight, turning to look at Pomfrey who had just walked into the infirmary.
"Is everything ok, Flor?" Pomfrey asked, looking at her with concern.
"Yes. Liz was just stretching and it was very painf-" she inhaled sharply, putting her hands on her belly, "Shit she's doing it again! Ooh noo," she whimpered in pain.
"By your level of pain, I don't think she's stretching, Flor. I think she's trying to get out," Pomfrey tried no to laugh.
"But the boys didn't... do this..." Florence panted.
"That's because they didn't have the space to do it. Elizabeth is alone in there," Pomfrey stopped beside her and ran her wand over her belly, using a diagnostic spell, "Ooh, yes. Her head is right at your very effaced cervix. One or two more of those stretches and your water will break," she lowered her wand past her navel, "And you already have four centimetres of dilation. It won't take much longer for us to see baby Liz."
"Good. I can't stand being pregnant any longer! It's the worst-" Florence stopped talking as a contraction started, "Fuuck."
Pomfrey just smiled at her in sympathy and went into the storage room, coming out with a tray, "Do you need anything now? Water? Pain medication?"
"My stupid husband," Florence said between breaths and gritted teeth.
Great Hall
Severus was finishing having lunch, knowing (and dreading) that he'd have to go home that day.
Florence was probably furious with him for not being home the last two nights.
He hadn't had any reason to stay in Hogwarts, but he did it anyway, for she had been too angry lately and he had no desire of being thrown through a window again.
Suddenly the enchanted sky in the Great Hall went crazy and snow started to fall onto the students and teachers.
Dumbledore pointed his wand up, intending to fix it, but nothing happened.
"Hm, whatever's interfering with the enchanted sky must be strong," murmured the headmaster.
And almost at the same time Severus heard a desperate voice in his mind: Severus! Get your arse here! Now!
"Florence," he whispered, getting up and running out of the Great Hall and up to the first floor, but finding the infirmary door locked.
Flor. I'm here. Unlock the door!
He heard the door being unlocked almost instantly. Then he walked in and locked it again before going towards Florence, who was standing in the middle of the room, panting.
"Why aren't you sitting, my love?" he asked, worried and scared, "Why isn't she in a bed?" he asked Pomfrey.
Florence glared at him with fire in her light-green eyes, "How dare you call me love? Why weren't you home the past two days?" she was shouting, "I can suffer carrying your kids, but poor you if you have to handle my bad moods!" she shoved him.
"You're right! I'm sorry!" he raised his hands in a sign of surrender, looking at her, "Are you ok? Is she ok, Poppy?"
"OK?" Florence shouted, "Let's see how 'ok' you'll feel when I stick a melon up your arse and make you push it out for hours!" she moaned in pain and suddenly looked down.
"Your water broke," Severus said to her.
"Thank you, Mr Obvious!" Florence growled.
Pomfrey just nodded, "Good, you're doing great, Flor."
And Florence just waved dismissively at her, walking around the room slowly.
Severus looked at Pomfrey in confusion, "She doesn't look great."
Pomfrey chuckled at his bafflement, "Birth is not the beautiful thing people paint it to be, Severus. It's messy and loud and sometimes long. But this is going to be fast. I believe Liz will be here in another hour or so."
Florence let out another painful wail and he walked towards her, even though he feared for his life.
"Flor, I'm here for you."
She shook her head, "Why? Why weren't you home the past two nights? I needed you there with me..." she cried.
"I'm sorry, love," he touched her back.
"NO! Don't touch me!" she shouted.
He jumped away from her, looking at Pomfrey, concerned: "Is that normal?"
"Very," Pomfrey laughed. "Some women can't even stand the touch of their own clothes during labour. It's normal for some to give birth fully naked."
Severus just stood inside the infirmary, looking at his wife as she screamed from time to time.
After an hour that felt like ten, Pomfrey stood from her desk: "It's getting close, Flor. Get on the bed."
"She won't be able to..." started Severus, his hair an absolute mess from the number of times he ran his fingers through it.
Pomfrey stopped him with a glare: "I know. But we'll wait for her to ask for help. If you try to touch her now, she'll have you balls."
He nodded and waited; when Florence asked for help, he was right beside her, ready to help her get on the bed.
Pomfrey put her legs up in stirrups and sat between her parted legs.
Severus peeked and what he saw was something that stayed in his mind forever.
"That has to hurt," he said, impressed, as he saw the baby's dark head of hair between his wife's leg.
"Yes. It sure does," said Pomfrey, "Go help her push."
Severus went to the head of the bed and put his arm behind his wife's back, helping her move up.
"I'll get you for not staying home," Florence growled.
And he quietly helped her push once.
"Enjoying the silence of the dungeons," she continued between breaths and grunts of pain, "while I am at home so uncomfortable I can't sleep!" she finished on a loud shout, breathing hard.
And he helped her push a second time.
"You wanted to make a baby in me! But can't handle my moods! You fucking bastard!" Florence screamed and he helped her push a third time and she suddenly exhaled, whimpering and trembling as she lay down, panting.
Then the beautiful sound of a baby crying for the first time filled the infirmary.
Severus looked at the pale little crying baby that Pomfrey laid on top of Florence and he couldn't hold back his tears.
"She's so tiny, so beautiful," he whispered in awe.
Pomfrey finished working between Florence's legs and gently took the baby girl to be cleaned, weighted and dressed.
Florence looked at her husband, "I love you, Sev."
He looked at her in confusion: "I love you too... and I was terrified of you."
Florence chuckled, "It was just the pain and the hormones. I'm fine now."
He kissed her lips lovingly and Pomfrey returned with the baby, "Here is your sweet baby Elizabeth."
Florence sat up on the bed with the help of her husband and held her daughter, "Another dark-haired stubborn little thing that will drive me insane," she whispered, caressing gently the thin black hairs on the baby's head.
"She's so tiny," Severus whispered, "So fragile," he touched his finger to his daughter's soft cheek. The baby girl made a sound and seemed suddenly agitated, making him frown, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong, Sev. She just wants to feed," and Florence exposed her breast and helped the baby latch.
"Does it hurt?" he asked.
"A little bit at first. After a couple of months I won't be feeling a thing."
He just watched his wife breastfeeding their daughter, completely taken by the sweetness of that moment.
Then Florence gently burped the baby and held her against her chest again.
"Can I?" he asked, wanting to hold his daughter.
"Of course. You made her, Sev."
He carefully picked up the sleeping baby and Florence couldn't stop the tears that flooded her eyes.
"I've always wanted to see this..." she sniffled, "When I was expecting the twins, I dreamed that you'd show up at their birth and hold them just like that."
"I'm sorry I wasn't there, love," his voice heavy with emotion, "No one's more sorry than I."
Severus looked down at the small baby in his arms, knowing more certainly than ever before that he'd never forgive himself from not being there at the twins' birth.
Pomfrey wiped her tears and spoke: "You're both fine enough to go home this evening, Florence. So you can rest now, and I'll keep an eye on little Liz," she showed Severus a little crib beside the bed, "You can put Liz in here to sleep. And... I think you have a class in twenty minutes."
He looked at the baby in his arms and at his wife, who was already fast asleep on the bed.
"You can go, Severus. I'll look after them both," said Pomfrey, reassuringly.
"I just... I don't want to go," he whispered, holding the baby in one arm and sending a Patronus message to Dumbledore before pulling up a chair beside the bed, "I'm not leaving their side."
He looked at the baby in his arms again and then at Florence, tears falling again.
"Thank you, Pomfrey," he whispered. "Thank you for taking care of Flor and my children."
Pomfrey smiled and nodded, "I'm happy to be a small part of the story of a family as beautiful as yours, Severus. I know all Florence's been through since her first pregnancy. And I hope you call me next time again."
"We will, Poppy," he smiled.
"I'll leave the papers about Elizabeth's birth on my desk for you to take. Florence told me you're not informing the Ministry about her."
"No, we're not. We'll get her fake papers when time comes to send her to school. But nothing official can exist. It's for precaution."
"I understand."
He slowly stood and put baby Liz on the crib beside the bed. Then he touched his wife's face, whispering to Pomfrey: "Is Florence always going to turn into an irrational monster when pregnant?"
"No," Pomfrey laughed, "Only when she's expecting a girl. Veelas are connected to the feminine, so the little girl's magic interfered with Florence's own magic and made her inner veela feel unsafe – which manifested as anger and irritation."
He nodded, "I shall only make boys from now on then."
Pomfrey chuckled at his wishful-thinking, "Call me if they need anything, Severus," and she went to her desk.