September 1993

Hogwarts

Headmaster's office

First week of classes

Florence walked into Dumbledore's office after lunch one day to talk about Harry's Hogsmeade visits.

"Hi, headmaster, I'm here to sign Harry's permission form to visit the village. Prof. McGonagall told me to talk to you."

Dumbledore looked at her with a concerned expression: "I don't think it's wise to let Harry out of the castle for now, my dear. It's too dangerous."

She crossed her arms in front of her chest and looked at him, "Funny, you trusted him enough to send him to kill a basilisk for you a couple of months ago – by himself! Now, visiting Hogsmeade with his classmates and teachers is suddenly too dangerous!"

"Florence, twice already your father has almost got to Harry. Now we are not sure of Sirius's intentions... I'd rather he stayed inside the castle."

"Considering that both times that Harry was in danger were inside this castle, he'd be safer studying in the Forbidden Forest." She bitterly replied.

"She's got a point, Albus." Said the painting of Phineas Black.

"You said you couldn't be certain of Sirius's plans, Florence. As long as we remain unsure he doesn't mean any harm to Harry, I'm not letting the boy go to Hogsmeade, and that's final."

Florence got furious. "I can very well protect him in the village! Why are you denying him that? If there were dragons to be slayed there, you'd certainly send him to do it for you! I'm his legal guardian and I say he'll go to Hogsmeade!"

"And I'm this school's Headmaster. He is not going. Even if you signed ten permission forms! He still wouldn't go."

Florence just glared at him and stormed out of the office – in great similarity to her husband's dramatic exits – so angry she could hear her veela growling inside her head.

Fucking manipulator senile windbag! I have no idea how he was a Gryffindor!

She went back to the hospital wing, where a new patient was being cared for by Pomfrey.

Their new Care of Magical Creatures professor, Hagrid, was there as well.

"Hello there, Prof Hagrid." Florence greeted the half-giant, making him smile. "What brings you here?" she glanced from him to Draco Malfoy, who was lying on a bed, whimpering.

"Buckbeak." explained Hagrid. "I 'as teaching the third years 'bout hippogriffs."

"I was attacked by that monster!" Shouted Draco. "My father will hear about this! You'll be back in Azkaban in no time! You freak!"

"Alright." Said Florence, seeing right through the blond boy's exaggerated act and having no patience for his rudeness. She moved her wand over Draco's body and made a very concerned face. "My my, Madam Pomfrey, I believe we'll have to send Mr. Malfoy to St. Mungus. It looks like his arm is about to fall off."

That had Draco sitting up on the bed quickly and looking at his scratched arm, moving it around to see what she was talking about.

"Oh, it's a miracle! It looks nothing but scratched now." Said Pomfrey, rolling her eyes at him. Then she looked at Florence. "Just some Wiggenweld, right, Madam Delacour?"

"Yes. Some Politeness Draught would do him good as well, but Severus hasn't found a way to brew that one yet."

"You'd know all about his business, wouldn't you?" Said Draco, bitterly. "Going at night to my godfather's private quarters. My father told me!"

Hagrid looked at Florence, surprised by the boy's sudden outburst. But she didn't seem angry, she actually smiled, getting very close to the boy.

"In this school, Mr. Malfoy, you'll refer to Severus as Prof. Snape. And do you really want him to know you're being rude to his girlfriend?" she whispered, watching as the boy's blue eyes showed surprised. "Specially when said girlfriend is the one who's about to bandage your arm, and she can choose between an ointment that warms up comfortably and another one that stings for fifteen minutes like a doxy bite." She pointed to two containers on the desk beside his bed, then she picked up one, opened it, and took a dollop of ointment on her gloved fingers, looking into his scared blue eyes as she applied it onto his wound. When it warmed up nicely, he visibly relaxed.

Florence finished bandaging his arm as she spoke: "Learn to choose your enemies and your friends wisely, Draco." She winked and walked away from his bed.

Later that day

Florence was getting ready to leave the infirmary to go home, when Draco, who had been discharged that afternoon, walked into the room.

"Madam Delacour." He said, with uncharacteristic politeness.

"Yes, Mr. Malfoy? Can I help you again?"

"I just... I wish to apologize, Ma'am." He walked closer to her. "I... I shouldn't have said what I did and... I'm sorry."

Florence smiled at him, "I'm glad to see there's still something left of the sweet little boy my sons were friends with."

Then it was his turn to smile. "I remember them. Nick and James. I... still have the picture you took once, of us having ice creams in Hogsmeade." He hesitated. "My father tried to burn it, but I was able to save it from the fireplace, when he wasn't looking."

Florence frowned at that, "Draco." She touched his arm. "I know the shitty way your father treats you. And I also know how much Severus worries about you. What I want you to know is this: I'm here. If you ever need any help and you can't find your godfather, I'm here for you as well."

"Thanks, Madam Delacour." He whispered, his blue eyes filling up with tears as he bowed his head and walked out of the infirmary.

October 1993

The castle's security had never been greater before – with aurors in the corridors and hundreds of dementors guarding the grounds, no one could possibly get in or out of the Castle without ringing many alarms.

Or so was thought.

For even with all that security, someone tried to enter the Gryffindor common room, but they didn't have the password and attacked the Fat Lady when she refused to give them passage.

According to the painting, Sirius Black had been the one to harm her.

Sunday, October 31st

Snapes' family home

Severus was fast asleep on his bed with his wife on his chest, when he was suddenly brought to alertness by the loud sound of something heavy falling on the bedroom balcony.

He got his wand and slowly moved out of bed, trying not to wake up his wife – but Florence woke up anyway, feeling his nervousness through their bond.

"What's wrong, Sev?"

"There's something on the balcony."

She rubbed her eyes and jumped out of bed, picking up her wand, and they both walked to the balcony door, each on either side of it.

Florence moved the curtains an inch to peek outside and she gasped: "It's Remus! Last night was full moon! He's mid-transformation." Her voice filled with worry.

"Don't open the door!" Severus ordered, looking at the dark figure passed out on the floor on the other side of the glass door; Remus was slowly coming out of his werewolf form as the sun was rising,

"Why is he hurt?" he asked.

"He must've gone after Greyback again." She said, looking at the man on the floor, waiting nervously for the sun to get a little higher in the sky. "He's bleeding."

"Fuck!" Severus cursed. "Does that coma spell work on werewolves?"

"Yes, it does." She nodded, understanding his plan.

"Right. So I'll open the door and you cast it."

"Ok." She agreed, getting ready.

Severus cautiously opened the door and approached Remus – who was already looking more human than lupine.

"Carcer mentis." Florence cast.

And then Severus poked the man on the floor, who didn't move, "It either worked or he's dead."

She conjured a gurney and they put him on it, floating him inside.

"It worked. It won't last as long as it does in non-lycanthropes, though." Florence said, quickly passing her wand over her friend's body and healing the several life-threatening bleedings he had.

"Why hasn't he been taking the wolfsbane?" Severus murmured as he watched Florence work.

"I told you he said he is keeping an eye on the werewolves, to learn if they know anything about my father's return." She replied, her eyes on her wounded friend.

"That's a very dumb way to get oneself killed."

"I agree." She whispered, still focused on working on Remus's wounds.

After a few more minutes, she stopped and sighed.

"He'll be fine. Take him to a guest bedroom and I'll go down to the lab to get him some potions."

Severus nodded and kissed her lips briefly, before leaving the room as quietly as possible so that Chris didn't wake up, the gurney floating behind him.

Severus floated Remus to a bed in a guest room and the man groaned, opening his left eye – the other being so swollen it was closed shut.

"Hey, Severus." He whispered. "I either seem to have survived or this is some sort of personal hell where you'll torture me eternally."

Severus snorted, "Flattered to learn I'd be your choice of eternal torturer – but you're not dead. Florence healed you."

"Is she mad?" Remus grimaced.

Right then, Florence walked into the room, answering: "Yes, she is." Then she uncorked some vials and helped him drink them, Remus didn't even ask what each of them was – but he recognized the wolfsbane, its horrible taste was not something he could learn to tolerate, even though he had been taking it for over a decade already.

"You'll need to rest here for a few days." She said. "You will be glad to know that you won't be losing your right eye. I was able to repair it, but it'll take a week until you can see with it clearly."

"Thanks, Flor." He said, kissing her hand. "I must go to the castle tomorrow though. I have classes."

"I'll find a way to teach them for you." Severus offered.

"Why do I think there's a catch in that offer of yours?" Remus frowned.

Severus just shrugged and looked at his wife standing beside their friend's bed, suddenly realizing she was still dressed in her white silk nightgown, barefoot, messy hair cascading down her shoulders and back – she looked absolutely sexy.

He opened the door and arched an eyebrow, motioning for her to leave.

I believe Remus has seen enough. He growled in her mind.

She looked at herself and then blushed, walking to her husband, smiling: "Thanks for not making a scene, Sev. My focus was on saving him and not on what I was wearing."

"I must say I didn't mind the view." Said Remus, smirking.

Florence looked at her friend reproachfully and then at her husband – who seemed furious.

"Thanks, Remus." She said ironically. Then she pulled her husband out of the room. "Let's get out of here, Severus. He needs to rest."

And they left the room.

During the week

Florence took over teaching two of her husband's Potions Classes that were at the same time as the Defence Against the Dark Arts classes – just so that he could teach those for Lupin.

However, on Wednesday morning, after she'd finished a Potions Class with fifth-years Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs, Florence walked into the infirmary to find four third-years Ravenclaw students in need of medical attention due to a nervous breakdown.

And she instantly knew who was to blame – for while she had been teaching Potions, Severus had been in the DADA classroom, teaching third-years Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs.

Great Hall

Severus was sitting at the high table for lunch when he heard his wife's voice: Werewolves, Severus? You had to teach them about werewolves?

He simply arched an eyebrow at her as she crossed the room towards him.

Florence sat beside him and looked at him. "So?"

"So what? I've never explained my classroom decisions to you, why would I start now?" he bravely replied; her angry stare immediately letting him know he had overstepped his boundaries.

Is that so, husband?

"How do you know about what I taught this morning?" he asked.

"How nice of you to ask." she replied sarcastically. "Well, I have four Ravenclaws in the infirmary, who went to the library, right after class, to do their research on werewolves for the two rolls of parchment you asked of them."

"That's what the little black birds do." He replied nonchalantly.

"Yes. However." continued Florence. "They found newspaper reports from 1984. Do you want to guess what they learned?"

He raised his eyebrows in surprise. "The attacks in the school."

"Exactly. But that's not all!" whispered Florence angrily. "The brilliant Ravenclaws quickly came up with a device that can alert them of the presence of a lycanthrope. It can even let them know if a werewolf has recently been to a place." She stared at him.

Then he realized the problems that would bring to their current house-guest. "That's not good."

"Nope. And it leads to the reason why I have four hysterical students in the infirmary: the mentioned device won't stop beeping. So now they're convinced werewolves have entered the school again and hidden, just waiting for a moment to attack."

Severus stifled a laugh and she looked at him reproachfully.

"You'll be teaching Remus's classes for next week too." She declared.

"Why?" he frowned. "You said he'd be fine by then."

"Well, as his healer, I've just decided he needs more rest. So next week you'll make sure to explain to the students what happened in 84 and how utterly stupid their device is. Make them break it in front of you – or break it yourself."

So angry in defence of the werewolf. Are you trying to tell me you want a pet?

No, but you just landed yourself in the doghouse. She replied, furious he was acting like a jealous pain and had called Remus a 'pet'.

Later that day

Florence was organizing her papers as the seventh-year Gryffindor and Slytherin students walked out of the potions lab, when she heard her husband's voice:

"Madam Delacour. I need a moment."

Some students stopped at the door and looked at their two professors. Florence glared at their evil-looking Potions professor as if she was about to murder him.

Severus slammed the door on the students' faces and walked to Florence.

"Doghouse, Severus." She growled, no longer looking at him, just organizing the papers in the drawers and picking up a small pile that she'd grade for him. Then she walked to the door.

"Where are you going?" he frowned.

"Home. To look after my new pet – as you put it. At least he can be civil and generous."

Severus scoffed. "I offered to teach his classes, Florence. How's that not generous?"

"Oh, please! You only did that to expose him!"

"I'm trying to make the students learn how to identify potentially dangerous people! What if Remus goes insane and..."

"We make his wolfsbane monthly for him!" she shouted. "He's not turning insane and attacking students!"

"He purposely hasn't taken it a few times, Florence. We both know that. That's exactly why he's sleeping in our guest bedroom!"

"Oh, so you're doing the students a favour." Her voice dripped with irony. "Of course."

He held her arms, looking at her with feigned sincerity.

"Yes. I'm a jealous pain most times but I meant well, Florence."

She narrowed her eyes at him, admitting to herself she could almost believe him – but not quite: "I know you too well to fall for that, Severus."

"Fuck it." He cursed dismissively, no longer pretending to be trying to save the students, and just wrapped his arms tightly around her waist. "Yeah. I did that just to make his life difficult. I know he's just waiting for me to fuck things up and he'll be lending his shoulder for you to cry on." He growled.

Florence rolled her eyes at him: "You've fucked up plenty of times during all the years we've known each other, and still, I married you! Twelve years ago!" she paused. "Remus is my friend. He helped me take care of our sons when I needed. He's a sweet man with a horrible condition, you shouldn't have done what you did; he doesn't deserve it."

Severus grimaced; she always had a way to make him repent his stupidities. He had to admit Remus was not as annoying or insufferable as Black. He gritted his teeth and spoke: "Alright. I'll apologize to him and... try to solve the Ravenclaw device situation."

"Good." She nodded, her green eyes still angry. He pulled her closer but she stopped him, shaking her head. "Still in the doghouse, husband." And she turned around, resuming her way to the door that led to his quarters. "I'm going home to check on Remus."

Severus growled as he heard the sound of his wife flooing home to go care for another wizard.

Florence knocked softly on the door of the guest bedroom, before walking in. "Are you awake, Remus?"

"Yes." He smiled sitting up on the bed, stopping reading the newspaper.

"How are you feeling?" she asked, smiling.

"Alive and better than yesterday. I can see some light with my right eye already."

"Good." She stooped beside the bed and moved her wand over his body. "Your internal wounds have all healed and the only thing we should still worry about is your eye. But..." She leaned over him, holding his face to look at his swollen eye. "I'm glad to see it's healing nicely." She touched her wand to his closed eyelid. "Yes. In three days it'll be opening fully." She looked into his left eye and seemed serious: "Now, promise me you'll stop risking your life, Remus."

He sighed before whispering: "I can't promise you that, Flor. I'm sorry." Then he picked up her hand that was resting on his shoulder and caressed it. "Thank you for looking after me. For saving me. I can't imagine Severus is too happy about my being here."

"Nope. He's not." They heard Severus reply from the door and looked at him, as he glared at them. "Now that you know he's not dying, can you step out here, wife?"

She smiled defiantly at him, crossing her arms. "No, I don't think I can. Husband."

Remus looked at them both, surprised to feel some tension between them, and interested in seeing what they were going to do next.

Severus stormed into the room, his dark eyes filled with a sensual predatory energy as he stared at his wife; she was wearing a long-sleeved dark green dress that marked her waist, no cleavage showing but she looked sexy – she always looked sexy.

He had seen her leaning over the man on the bed and jealousy had him thinking he should've written to the parents of each student instead of just letting the dunderheads realize by themselves that one of their teachers was a lycanthrope. He stopped two feet away from Florence, glancing at the other man.

"Don't mind me." Remus replied, licking his lips in anticipation. "I'm a willing spectator."

"What?" Florence asked, looking from her patient to her husband. But before she could process what that meant, Severus was on her, fisting a hand in her hair and kissing her violently.

Florence pushed him away, making him let go of her mouth. "You're not fucking me in front of him again!"

Severus arched an eyebrow. "I wasn't planning on it, wife. Now I will."

Remus thought to himself: Yes!

And Florence glared at her husband, but couldn't stop the desire that ran up her spine, even though she was still angry with him.

"I'm warning you, Severus! I'll hex you!" she had her wand in hand.

Bur he ignored her threats, quickly closing the gap between their bodies and wrapping an arm around her waist, pulling her close, her soft curvaceous body flushed against his hard one as he pressed her against the wall beside the bed, smirking.

"I can feel you want this, wife." Severus spoke sensually. "You want me to fuck you while he watches. You're creaming at the thought."

She gulped, yes she wanted to be watched, she knew he loved to show others that he satisfied her – and she loved to please him. Her anger at what he'd done earlier completely melted away, giving place to unbridled lust.

Severus took her lips violently and hoisted her up. Florence wrapped her legs around him and felt him pull her dress up to her waist, easily ripping her stockings and touching her pussy over her knickers.

"Just as I thought." He hissed as his fingers touched her. "You're dripping, princess."

"Yes, I am. Fuck me, husband." she begged breathlessly.

He made quick work of unzipping her dress on her back and pulled it down, showing her beautiful breasts covered by a delicate white lacy bra – which he didn't wait to pull down, exposing her pebbled nipples and sucking one into his warm mouth.

Florence fisted a hand in his hair, moaning as he sucked and bit on the sensitive nub; he repeated the attack on her other breast and she was humping his stomach, needing some friction between her legs as he kept on torturing her nipples.

Suddenly she arched and screamed as he pulled her knickers to the side and entered her body with his hard thick cock, not stopping until he was balls deep.

"Fuck, Severus." She moaned at the delicious intrusion.

"I will, princess. Fuck you hard." He groaned in reply.

Remus watched as the witch arched and moaned, lost in the pleasure the tall dark man was giving her as he rammed his thick cock into her roughly; although he was about two meters away from them, Remus could see how wet she was, her juices glistening on Severus's cock as he powerfully penetrated her, grunting as she clenched around him and approached an orgasm.

Severus pressed his cock on her g-spot at every in-stroke and soon he had her screaming his name and arching against the wall. He looked at the man watching them and smirked at the pure envy he could see in his face.

Remus had one hand under the covers and his good eye barely blinked as he watched them fuck.

Severus groaned at the desire he could see in the other man's eyes and took his wife's lips passionately, groaning at the increasing wetness around his cock; Florence's sweet gasps of "More. Harder." had him looking at her face, seeing it contorted with pleasure, and growling in savage lust.

"You're mine, princess!" he put a hand on her neck, softly pressing on it as his dick hit her deep and hard. "All... fucking... mine!"

Remus saw Severus increase his thrusts and suddenly stop, balls deep inside of her.

"Fuck." He whispered, knowing the man was spilling his cum deep into the gorgeous sexy witch whimpering against the wall.

Severus fisted a hand in her hair again and ordered: "Look at me!" and Florence's green eyes fluttered open. "You're mine." He moved inside of her, rubbing his seed all over her channel.

"Yes. All yours." She gasped, pulling him to a wet kiss as he rammed into her, feeling she was close to another orgasm.

Remus watched hypnotized as cum dripped down onto the floor and the couple fucked hard and fast. The pressure on his cock under the covers was reaching unbearable levels.

Florence felt her husband's cock massaging her cervix, throwing her into an inexplicable orgasmic vortex, incoherent words leaving her lips as she lost her senses and her body was taken by pleasure.

"Too much." She gasped.

"You'll take it, princess. Cum for me again!" Severus growled, murmuring the spell that sucked her clit.

"Fuck!" she screamed, her nails digging into his shoulders and her pussy clenched, sucking on his cock as she trembled.

And he was shooting his seed inside of her again, more cum dripping into the small puddle on the floor.

"Fucking delicious, princess." Severus panted, kissing her lips slowly.

"Carry me to our room, husband." She ordered, closing her eyes and wrapping her arms behind his neck, breathing heavily.

Severus quickly scourgifyied the floor and walked out of the guest room with her in his arms.

As soon as the door slammed closed, Remus fisted his painfully hard cock and after just four strokes orgasmed long and hard all over his stomach – suddenly glad he had got maimed four days ago.

November 1993

Great Hall

Saturday

The two Quidditch teams of Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs students walked into the Great Hall in their uniforms and the usual shouts and bets emerged from both tables.

However, the students glanced at the windows with worry – a heavy rain was falling outside, the ferocious wind throwing the downpour against the glass, making the windows shake violently; thunders and lightning so loud and frequent that no one would dare walking outside in such a dangerous weather – some wondered why the Quidditch match hadn't been postponed.

At the high table, Severus seemed surprised at the sight of the donned players; he turned to look at Prof. Hooch, asking: "Hasn't the match been cancelled?"

Hooch scoffed: "It needs more than just a little rain to get me to cancel Quidditch, Severus!"

"A little rain." He repeated, arching an eyebrow as he looked at the rattling windows.

"Why do you care? Slytherin got chicken and rescheduled their match." Said Remus, sitting beside him on Florence's usual chair, a faint scar still crossing over his right eye.

"Exactly!" laughed Hooch. "You don't even have to go watch it, Severus!"

"No one got chicken, as you so eloquently put, Lupin." Severus replied. "Our seeker is hurt, as soon as Mr. Malfoy gets better, we'll play!"

"Why aren't you home, Severus? Leaving Flor alone on the weekends?" Remus asked in a low tone, knowing his inquiring would make the man beside him angry.

"I had a very satisfying night's sleep at home, Lupin." He replied with a smirk, clearly meaning he'd had sex. "Dumbledore asked me to come here early this morning to discuss the possible whereabouts of a certain mutt." But the mentioning of his wife's name reminded him that she might be needed in the castle if the students were going to be playing in that weather. So he looked at Pomfrey. "Aren't you alone at the infirmary today, Madam Pomfrey?"

"Yes. But I'll be calling Florence here as soon as I finish breakfast. As if dementors weren't problem enough! Now Quidditch in a downpour!" she glared at Prof. Hooch.

Florence got Pomfrey's message a few minutes after nine a.m., so she took little Chris with her godmother's house before going to Hogwarts. The Quidditch match had already begun when she arrived, but she wasn't going to watch it, she went straight to the hospital wing instead.

"Hi, Poppy!"

"Thankgoodness you're here, Florence!'

"How does Hooch think the students will play in this wind?" she asked Pomfrey, as the windows rattled noisily due to the strong wind outside.

"That's why I called you, dear."

Sudden shouts in the corridor let them know patients were arriving. And a group of five people walked into the hospital wing. Severus was in front of them, carrying a student in his arms, the muddy uniform letting her know it was a Gryffindor.

"Put him here, Severus." Florence said, showing him a bed.

And he did, looking at her with concern – and she quickly understood why.

"Harry." She gasped as she looked at the unconscious boy, quickly performing spells over his body checking for injuries. "What happened to him?"

"Dementors." Said Severus, somberly. "Just about a hundred of them invaded the pitch."

"Why didn't Hooch stop the match?" Florence sounded furious.

"She tried, Ma'am." Oliver Wood said, the pin on his uniform letting her know he was the Captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch Team. "But we couldn't even hear Madam Hooch's whistle with all the thunders. Harry fell off his broom because of the dementors and Cedric Diggory caught the snitch." He finished on a sad tone.

"The wind was too powerful, we couldn't fly on a straight line no matter how hard we tried." Added Fred Weasley.

"Count yourselves lucky only one of you got hurt, Mr. Weasley." Pomfrey angrily said. "The dementors could've attacked all of you!"

"That's the thing, Madam Pomfrey." Hermione Granger nervously said. "They went straight to Harry."

Florence frowned and glanced at her husband.

That's true. The boy had one dementor after another attacking him. Just him.

"Why do the dementors have taken a liking to Harry?" asked Hermione, having noticed that no one else had been attacked.

Florence finished checking the boy and looked at her with a sad smile. "I believe it's because there are true horrors in his past, my dear; and things like that can attract the dementors to one person more than to another."

"Harry says he hears a woman screaming when they are around..." added Ron, his voice still trembling from the scare, carrying something wrapped on a flag.

Florence gulped, looking at her husband. I know whose scream he hears. I was by the door. I remember it too.

He just looked at his wife, being surrounded by students as they were, there was nothing he could do to comfort her. The horrors and the losses of that night still lived within him as well.