6 months later

March 1983

Room of Requirement

Florence stood in the middle of a duelling area, looking at Severus, who was working on removing his cloak and waistcoat.

"Are you ready for this, husband? It's been years since we last duelled."

"Sure, I'll even let you start, love," he said, walking to the duelling area in his sleeveless white undershirt and black trousers. His strong arms and shoulders all on display.

"Now that's unfair," she said, eyeing him with desire, "You're distracting me."

Severus laughed, "And you're playing fair?" he pointed to her clothes, "What the fuck is that? Some tight shorts and a bra?"

She smirked, "Defeat me and you can touch it."

He smirked, "Oh, I'm touching it either way, love."

"Are you, now?" she asked, deliberately provoking him, "So confident. I like it."

She watched him stretch his shoulders and wanted to give up on that training and just fuck him.

Severus got into his preferred duelling position and she did the same.

"Your first stance is just like your father's," he commented.

Florence shrugged, "Well, he's the one who taught me," then she silently attacked: Everte statum!

Protego. He cast just as fast.

Aestus!

And Severus felt suddenly feverish, "Heat wave, Florence? What are you? Five?"

She glared at him and he felt his face being punched, "Now we're talking. What's that?"

"Collido!" Florence cast again, out loud this time, and he felt a punch on his stomach, "You think of where you want to hit and cast it."

"Like this?"

And Florence felt a punch on her shoulder. "Yes. Just like that. Stupefy!"

Which Severus absorbed with a flick of his wand, but was suddenly taken to his knees by an electric shockwave.

"Fuck!" he groaned, silently casting: Finite incantatem. But it didn't work.

Florence walked towards him, smirking, "When the will of the attacker is strong, that simple counter-spell won't work, Severus. You need something more specific. I cast Inpulsa. Do you how to stop it?"

"N-no," he replied between gritted teeth, his whole body being shocked non-stop.

"Say Intermitto."

"Intermitto," he repeated but the shockwave didn't stop.

"With intention, Severus!" she admonished him, "Use your inner strength!"

"Intermitto!" He repeated and the shocks finally stopped.

He stood up, gasping, "Is that how your father taught you? He'd cast something then tell you the counter-spell and let you struggle to find enough strength to make it stop?"

"Yes," Florence hesitated, realising what she had just done, "I'm sorry for doing that to you I... I hated when he did it to me."

"It's fine, love, I'm not ten." he rolled his shoulders, trying to relax his tense muscles, "This Intermitto works as counter for what kind of spells?"

"Any spells you need to interrupt or break off their effect. There are other counter-spells for other effects."

"Teach me. I've never heard of effect-specific counter-spells. Just action-specific, like the Langlock and Langliber we invented – one glues the tongue and the other frees it."

She nodded, "Yes. I can teach you some others. Do you want me to attack or tell you the counter-spell first?"

"Do it like your father taught you: cast first, tell me afterwards."

"Ok," she said, then cast: "Rictusempra!"

And Severus fell onto the floor, laughing, his whole body being tickled.

"Use Quiesco," she said.

He focused and repeated: "Quiesco!" and the tickling stopped.

"That one can be used for all skin spells," Florence explained, "Tickling, burning, furunculus, etc. It means to rest or calm something down."

"Very interesting," Severus said, already back on his feet, "Are there more?"

"Yes. If you are under the influence of a mind-altering charm, like Confundus or Meminisse-"

"Meminisse?" he asked, not recognizing the spell.

"It's the opposite of Obliviate, you add memories to someone's mind, make them remember things that have never really happened," she crossed her arms, saying smuggly: "I've used that on Cassie."

He gaped, surprised, "What? When?"

"Last year. She realised that the twins were yours and showed up at the Hospital trying to blackmail me."

"Holy shit!" he exclaimed.

"Ten thousand galleons, she asked, to keep her mouth shut, but made it clear she'd be wanting more later. I obliviated her and used Meminisse to add a few memories of her seeing the boys in passing but never caring to take a closer look."

He seemed impressed by all that, "Wow, that was low, even for her..."

"Yeah. That day, I regretted being so good at spells – I wished I had given her some brain damage."

Severus chuckled darkly, "She threatened exposing the boys, she'd have deserved it."

"My thoughts exactly," Florence nodded, "So, do you want to learn how to get rid of such a spell?"

"Yes. Then I want to try casting that Meminisse on you."

"Sure. Well, to counter this kind of spell, you have to use Aufero, it means 'remove' or 'take away.'"

"Aufero. Ok. Got it. Try me."

"Confundus," she cast.

And Severus just looked at her, not saying anything, his wand going down as he stared at her, not sure of what he should do.

Florence freed him of the spell herself: "Aufero."

Then he shook his head, saying: "Wow. I had no idea what I was supposed to do! I was completely confused. How do you remember the counter-spell?"

"It takes discipline. My mind has been trained to make me think of Aufero as soon as anything is weird or different."

"Trained? I can only imagine how horrible that training must've been," Severus said, frowning, "Let me try it on you: Meminisse," and Florence's eyes lost focus just like it did when one cast Obliviate or Imperio. Then he said: "You had banofee pie for dessert today."

"Aufero," Florence immediately said, arms akimbo, staring at him, "Really, Severus? I don't even need a spell to let me know I did not have that for dessert. You know I find it disgusting!"

He just laughed.

"Do you want to try resisting again?" she asked.

"Yes."

"Focus on the word Aufero, forget its meaning, just convince yourself you have to say it," and she cast: "Confundus."

But once again Severus just looked at her, completely unaware of what he had to do.

"Aufero," she said, chuckling, "This will take a while."

"How long did it take you to learn how to use that?" he asked, touching his temples, feeling a headache starting.

"Four years. Father began teaching me Aufero when I was nine, then he insisted on making me learn it for a year, but I couldn't master it, it was just too hard for a kid's mind. So he changed my training to unforgivables, as you already know. Then, when I was eleven, he started with this again.

"It only took you a year to learn how to resist unforgivables?" Severus asked, impressed.

"Well... pain is a great teacher," she tried to sound nonchalant, "Father began with Imperio but, whenever I failed to resist it, he'd use Crucio as punishment so... Yeah, I learned to resist both of them pretty fast," she finished with a sad smile.

Severus grimaced, "Bloody hell, Florence. That's fucked up."

"Don't I know it," she snorted, "But I survived it and... thanks to him, I have some pretty cool abilities."

He got instantly curious, "What's the coolest thing he's ever taught you?"

"Fiendfyre," Florence didn't hesitate, smiling.

"What?" he looked really impressed, "You can control that? How does it feel?"

"Yes, I can. An it's incredibly awesome," she sighed, "It's full destructive power! It begs you to just let it loose and burn the world down."

"Can I see it?"

Florence took a deep breath and relaxed her shoulders, then she looked to her right and raised her wand moving only her wrist, making loose circles with her wand, "Ignis furia," she cast, enunciating each word with care and focus.

And fire burst from her wand, the speed in which it did was enough to cause a loud 'wooshing' sound.

Severus looked at the fire-serpent moving across the room, completely under Florence's control, "That's beautiful," he said in awe.

She took another breath and moved her wand briskly through the air, from left to right, and the fire ceased, dying first at the tip of her wand and then down the serpent's body until it went out completely.

Severus looked at her. "You're fucking amazing!"

"Thanks. But you sound surprised," she arched an eyebrow.

Severus laughed, "I know I shouldn't be by now, but... Wow! Besides your father, I guess only Dumbledore can control such a powerful spell."

She shrugged, "It's not that big of a thing for me. If I could choose," she let out a sigh, "I'd rather have none of these powers, but still have my mother with me."

"I know, love," he raised his hand to touch her face but Florence quickly turned and crouched down on the floor, hitting the back of his legs by stretching out one of hers, and making him fall onto the floor.

"And- I killed you!" Florence declared, standing up and pointing her wand to his face.

Severus jumped to his feet, looking at her, "I'm not worried about not having defeated you. I know a fail-proof way to have you powerless under me."

"Is that so?" she replied with a smirk.

And he pulled her to a passionate kiss, pushing her against the mirrored wall of the training room.

Florence moved her hands down his sweaty chest and kissed his neck.

"Under you, you said? I don't seem to be under you," she said, provocatively.

Then Severus pulled her away from the wall and swiftly laid her down on the floor, setting over her, between her legs.

But Florence easily flipped them over using magic, sitting on top of him, and casting: "Divesto!" and they were both suddenly naked.

Severus grabbed her hips and she rubbed her pussy on his length, "Who's under who now?" she asked.

He looked at the mirrored wall and groaned, staring hypnotised at their naked bodies rubbing together.

"Look at yourself in the mirror," he ordered.

Florence looked, the sight of his strong male body under her smaller and curvier one was really sexy.

Taking advantage of her distraction, Severus wrapped his arms around her upper body, and flipped them over, having her on her back on the floor, then he pinned her arms on either side of her head and kissed her lips, rubbing his dick against her entrance.

"Under me," he said, "Where you belong," and he forcefully pushed his way into her tight cunt, stopping only when he was balls-deep.

Florence grabbed onto his lower back and moaned, "Oohh," her pussy quivering in pleasure,

"Fucking love that, don't you, princess?" he changed his angle. grinding against her, making her arch and moan loudly.

"Yes... fuck me!" she turned to look at the mirror again, gasping as she watched his strong body covering hers, spreading her legs wide apart as his hips thrust into her.

"Look at you," he growled, "sprawled under me, begging to be fucked."

She whimpered, and he increased his speed, sucking on her tits and fucking an orgasm out of her.

"Eyes in the mirror, princess!" he ordered, stopping balls-deep into her pussy, taking a nipple in his mouth again and Florence trashed under him, rubbing her legs on his sides, completely taken by need.

"Don't stop- please," she begged, "Fuck me, don't stop, Sev."

"Fucking gorgeous, begging for cock," and he moved harder, slapping his balls on her ass. "Scream for me!" and she did, quivering in pleasure under him, climaxing again.

"Fucking tight pussy," he groaned, slamming deep, "Take it, princess!" he stopped deep inside, his dick pulsing at every strong jet of cum that left his balls to flood her channel.

He kissed her lips and grinded against her, his still-hard dick letting her know he wasn't done with her yet – and by the light colour of her eyes, her veela wasn't done with him either.

He let go of her arms, kneeled and ordered: "Get on all fours, now."

Florence quickly obeyed and when she was in position, he grabbed her hair and pulled, pressing his dick deep into her pussy again.

She looked at the mirror, whimpering at what she was seeing: her curvy body on all fours and Severus powerful body moving behind her; she could see his thick cock being buried into her pussy.

"Fucking delicious sight, you are, right?" Severus said, caressing her ass, leaning to grab his wand that was lying on the floor near them.

"Yes, yes yes- more," Florence moaned, feeling her ass being filled up with lubrication, "Ooh, fuck," she whispered, trembling in anticipation.

He pressed one finger and then two into her ass while his cock fucked her pussy. Then she heard him conjuring something else, but she was too lost in pleasure to understand what it was.

Severus slowly got his dick out of her channel just to plunge it in again – only it felt different.

"What's that?" she gasped.

"A special conjuring; it's a copy of my dick that will fuck your cunt while I get into this arse," he pressed his dick into her puckered entrance, making her gasp. "Tell me if it hurts, princess, and I'll think if I'll stop."

She moaned, knowing he would never hurt her – but he controlled her pleasure, and she was loving it.

The cock in her pussy moved more in than out, exactly how she liked to be fucked, keeping her body riding a wave of pleasure. He moved inside her ass, not stopping until he was balls deep.

"Aaahh... I'm so full," she moaned.

"Fuck, I can feel the pleasure in your mind," he groaned, looking down at his cock buried deep into her ass, and he could feel the cock in her pussy moving, "So submissive, all mine to fuck and pleasure, and you know it."

"Yes, Sev, please..." she moaned softly, completely out of her mind with pleasure.

He moved out of her ass when the cock in her pussy moved in, he moved all in when the other cock moved out. And he could feel through their bond how her body was taken by the pleasure he was giving her.

"You're fucking perfection, love. All mine."

"Yours," she whimpered.

He fucked her just like that for a long time, slowly increasing the speed of the cock in her pussy and his own thrusts in her ass.

"Fully taken," he groaned.

Florence felt him increasing the speed and her whole body quivered, a strong orgasm was seconds away of claiming her.

"Fucking going to cum for me, princess?"

"Yes!" she moaned loud and he moved faster and harder, then she felt the pleasure consuming her body and overpowering her consciousness, making her pass out the moment he filled her ass with cum.

Severus gently removed his dick from her ass and stopped the conjured copy in her pussy; fucking her until unconsciousness, after she had spent the last two hours kicking his ass in a duel, was the best feeling ever.

"I wish we had a bed here," he whispered to the Room of Requirement and in seconds he saw a bed appear in the middle of the training room.

He got up from the floor and carried Florence to the bed, laying her there and lying down beside her.

"Wake us up in two hours," he requested, before closing his eyes and falling asleep with his wife in his arms.

July 1983

Snapes' family home

Severus was at home just enjoying his summer vacation reading a book in the library.

Florence and his mother had taken baby Elizabeth for a stroll around the village, for it was a beautiful sunny day; the twins were playing in the backyard in a shallow plastic pool, so the house was blissfully silent.

Wait.

It was all quiet – too quiet.

Severus jumped out of the sofa and walked to the French doors that led to the backyard, that was when he heard a terrifying conversation:

"Are you sure that's a good idea, James?"

"Trust me. It'll be awesome!"

Severus ran outside just in time to see the twins in their swimming trunks kneeling by a tree and whispering something that had him stopping dead on his tracks: Parseltongue.

Shit.

His sons were parselmouths.

He tried to control his pounding heart; the sight of the boys talking to a snake suddenly making him remember that his kids were the Dark Lord's grandchildren – something that had become incredibly easy to forget in the two years since the war had ended.

There were no more daily threats, no more death eaters to hunt, no reports of muggles being tortured and killed by wizards.

Severus was just a teacher and Florence was the village healer – they lived normal, even boring, lives.

"Boys?" he called, walking towards them, hearing James hissing to the snake, and pointing at him as if he was introducing them, "Who is your friend, sons?"

"I just told you," said James, frowning.

Severus let out a sigh, "I don't understand snake-language, Jamie."

"What?" the boy looked at Nicholas, who seemed as confused as him.

"When you're talking to... her," Severus pointed to the snake, "You speak Parseltongue. I can't understand that. Only your mum can."

"Oh. We didn't realize we were speaking different, dad," said James with a frown.

Severus nodded, "It's alright. I'm just worried if that's a good friend or not."

"Don't worry, dad," continued Nick, "Queen's great! She was looking for water and smelled our pool."

Queen?

Fuck, they named the snake, they're adopting her.

"Dad," said James, looking at him with hope in his dark eyes. "Can you make her a garden pond? We were going to do it ourselves, but I guess you can do it better."

Severus fought the urge to say 'Hell, no' and Evanesca the snake, instead he just glanced at it, its black and yellow face watching him warily.

"Sure, boys," he finally conceded, pointing his wand to an empty area in the backyard and asking: "How do you want it?"

"Big!" exclaimed James, quickly hissing something to the snake, who seemed to relax a little.

"With a waterfall!" added Nick.

Severus nodded and began to work.

The twins watched as their father moved his wand and a hole appeared on the ground, almost two by two metres wide; next he lined it with sand and put some sort of plastic over the sand; then he added stones all around it.

Severus made high steps with stones, explaining to them that that would be the waterfall. He filled the pond with water and, with one last flick of his wand, the water started to flow down the waterfall.

"That's awesome, dad!" exclaimed James, looking at the grass snake beside him and telling it to go enjoy the brand-new garden pond.

Severus watched their interaction and decided the animal was no threat to the boys, so he slowly walked back into the house, stopping at the French doors to observe them through the glass; the twins had sat with their feet in the pond and seemed to be having a fun conversation with their new friend.

He barely heard the front door of the house being opened, indicating his wife, his daughter and his mother were back from their stroll.

"Sev?" he heard Florence's concerned voice and felt her arms around his waist next.

"What happened, Severus?" she asked, "You look worried," she looked at where he was looking and smiled, "Since when do we have a garden pond?"

Then he finally spoke: "I made it for the boys' newest friend."

"What friend?" she looked outside trying to see another kid.

"Queen. A grass snake."

Florence inhaled sharply, looking from the kids to him, "They're parselmouths?"

"Yes."

She nervously bit her bottom lip, looking at the twins again and putting into words what he had been thinking just minutes ago:

"It's easy to forget, isn't it? We got used to our simple lives and... we forgot about my father," she sighed, laying her head on his chest, "I've even got used to your Dark Mark... it's just there, I don't even pay attention to it anymore."

"Yes. I know exactly how you feel," he wrapped his arms around her. "But seeing the boys talking to a snake today was like a slap from the Whomping Willow, reminding me that our sweet, clever sons are the Dark Lord's grandchildren," he finished in a near-whisper.

"Yes, they are," Florence replied, as concerned as him.

Severus pulled her closer to his chest, his left hand going to her face, pulling her chin up to kiss her lips, trying to forget the feeling of fear and anxiety that threated to take over his heart.

"Where's Liz?" he whispered after a long and sweet kiss.

"Upstairs with your mother. She had a full diaper, Eileen decided to give her a bath."

They looked at the twins again.

"Using an ability considered evil to help a snake feel comfortable," Severus said, trying to see the positive side of that situation.

"Yes. I used it to prevent Tiffany from being eaten," She said.

Severus looked at her then, "Yes, but did you save Tiff or spare Nagini from having terrible indigestion?"

Florence laughed, playfully slapping his chest, "That's so mean, Sev! She likes you now."

"I know. I know," he looked at the twins again, admitting: "I haven't felt this kind of fear before. In the past, I feared your father, for he was a crazy bastard; but now I fear for the twins, for Liz, for the students, for every child and family, no matter their blood status."

"I know that feeling," Florence embraced his waist tightly, rubbing her nose on his chest, finding comfort in his presence, "But father's not here yet. All is still well."

"Yes, love. All is well," Severus said, kissing her again.