At the Order's Headquarters

Florence, James and Severus stood with their wands in hand in the empty living room of Remus Lupin's home; the three of them barely moved in the dark and quiet house.

"Nicholas?" Florence whisper-shouted.

Where are you, dumbass? James asked.

Upstairs with Fred.

"He's upstairs with Fred." James told his parents.

"Tell him to get down here!" Severus ordered. "We must leave before-"

But then the front door was opened and Arthur Weasley walked in with George, Bill, Kingsley Shacklebolt and Alastor Moody.

"Snape?" Moody shouted, attacking them: "Incarcerous!"

But Florence pulled Severus and James closer and cast: "Contego apsorbeo circulus!" moving her wand in circles, creating a shimmering force-field around herself, her son and her husband.

Then they stared at the five men by the door; no one said a word, but Shacklebolt tried to attack, his spell being completely absorbed by Florence's shield.

"Don't even try, Kingsley." She told him then. "Nothing you cast will be able to break through my spell."

They heard fast sounds of steps on the upper floor and on the stairs right behind them.

"Tell your brother to stay in Fred's room and to put wards on the door." Florence whispered to James.

He nodded and conveyed the message to Nicholas: Things went south down here. Mom told you to ward the room and stay there with Fred until she solves this mess.

Ok. Nick replied, adding: I'll be a dad, bro.

James snorted. For once you fucked up before me, it seems.

"What's happening here?" they heard Remus Lupin ask from the stairs. "Florence? James? What the fuck is Severus doing here?"

"Hey, uncle Remus." James waved at him.

"Why are you three here?" Remus asked, shocked. "Where's Nick?"

"Now, that's a little hard to explain." Said Florence. "Can you get everybody down here? And call McGonagall, will you."

Remus stopped, frowning. "Are you going to tell them?"

"I don't see how I have a choice." She replied. "If we want to leave without dueling ourselves out of here... I'd better tell them."

Remus nodded and walked upstairs to get the others.

"Tell us what?" demanded Moody.

"The truth." She said.

Shacklebolt shouted then: "We all know the truth! You're fucking traitors! He killed Dumbledore!" he pointed at Severus.

Then Moody added "And you!" He had his wand pointing towards Florence. "You're Voldemort's daughter!" and he got closer to them.

Severus moved in front of Florence, looking at Moody through the shimmering shield. "Put the protection down, Florence. I want to give him that mad-arm you always talk about."

"I'm not doing that, Severus. We're here to talk."

"That shield won't protect you forever." Moody growled.

"I'm counting on it." Replied Severus.

But McGonagall walked out of the fireplace right then, interrupting their growling-match.

At the same time Remus was back with Molly, Fleur, Tonks and Ginny behind him.

McGonagall frowned at the peculiar scene in front of her.

"It's 3 a.m., people, someone better start telling me what's going on here."

Florence was about to begin when Molly asked: "Where's Fred?" looking around the room and not seeing him.

"Fred's still upstairs." replied Remus. "His door was warded. And I got Nicholas' signature on it." He looked questionably at Florence.

"Yes. He's in there with Fred." She confirmed. "And he's the reason we all came here tonight." She looked at Molly. "I learned of Fred's condition this afternoon."

Molly frowned, "What does that got to do with you lot?" she sounded confused and heart-broken, "We still don't know who did that to him, and yet he doesn't want to terminate it!"

George rolled his eyes: "For the millionth time: he wasn't raped, mom!"

"Why wouldn't he tell us who knocked him up then?" Molly shouted.

"Because their son did it." George said, pointing at the Snapes.

Molly gasped looking at James.

"Nope!" the teen said. "Not me. My brother did it! I'm all Granger's."

And no one said a thing, too surprised and a bit confused by all that.

So Florence began explaining: "Nick flooed here as soon as I told him about Fred being pregnant. We followed him to make sure no one would hurt him. Now, since we're all here, I'd like to explain everything to you."

"Explain?" growled Shacklebolt. "Explain what? We know of all the atrocities you've been allowing to happen at the Ministry! We know how the muggleborns are being treated!"

Florence interrupted him, furious: "You have no idea what they really wanted to do to muggleborns!"

Remus just sat on the sofa and said: "Stop this nonsense, Kingsley, if they wanted to attack us, we'd all be dead in ten minutes."

"Ten?" said Severus, derisively. "She'd have you all dead in three."

"Probably true." Remus looked at the Order members again. "Lower your wands, guys!"

George was the first to follow Remus to the sofa.

"Hey, J-man." He greeted James as he passed by him.

"Hey, G-dude." James replied.

And Severus rolled his eyes, finding their greeting exchange idiotic.

"Wait." Molly was surprised by the familiarity between George and James. "You and Fred are friends with Snape's sons?"

"Actually, I'm friends with them." Said George from the sofa. "Fred is engaged to one of them."

Molly turned to look at Florence with surprise and fear in her eyes.

Remus spoke again, showing impatience: "C'mon, guys! They're here to explain to us what happened the night Dumbledore died!"

"There's nothing to explain!" Moody shouted. "He killed Dumbledore!"

"Because he asked me to." Severus said, crossing his arms over his chest.

And the room went silent again.

"About one year ago." Severus continued. "I arrived at Dumbledore's office and found him on the floor, unconscious. He had discovered a cursed object, worn it and it was killing him. I called Florence and she was able to save him – but only temporarily."

"It was the type of curse that strengthens over time." Florence added. "I was only able to contain it to his hand."

"Also," Severus continued. "The Dark Lord had ordered Draco Malfoy to murder Dumbledore – knowing that the boy would fail, the Lord intended to kill him for that."

"So Severus killed a dying man." Said Florence. "Sparing Dumbledore from a horrible death, solidifying his position beside my father and saving Draco's soul on the way."

Severus looked at her reproachfully, Stop romanticizing what I did, Florence!

But she ignored him: "We all knew Dumbledore – he was as manipulative as one can be!" she looked at McGonagall, needing her to understand: "He had been cursed, professor, by June he had less than two months left to live! So he decided to use his own death to help Severus. And that is the truth."

After another long moment of silence, Arthur Weasley asked: "So you two are just following Dumbledore's plan?"

"Yes." Florence nodded, looking around the room. "Severus has worked as a spy for you for so many years. You trusted him then, why is it so hard for you to trust him now?"

"That lunch..." McGonagall began. "The last lunch we shared at the castle, Albus said that no one would do for him what you two had done or were about to do." She looked at Florence and everyone else did the same.

"That sounds like a clue." Remus said, smiling. "Well… Dumbledore's way of giving a clue about something."

"Yes." Florence said. "Don't you see? My father thinks he holds all the power, with Severus at the school and me at the Ministry, but in truth the Order does." Florence paused before addressing the biggest issue: "However, for us to act, we need more fighters. Father has nearly a thousand soldiers already, plus the giants and werewolves, all on his side."

"We have Harry." Said Shacklebolt. "The Chosen One."

Florence snorted, "A seventeen-year-old who's out there hunting Horcruxes he has no idea what they look like."

The following moment of silence was uncomfortable.

"How many Harry has to find?" Remus asked. "How many did your father make?"

"Seven in total." Florence lied, keeping the information about the eighth. "But he used one already to survive in 81. And Harry destroyed Tom Riddle's diary." She glanced at Ginny. "Dumbledore also destroyed one – which got himself cursed, as discussed. So Harry still has to find four. Two of those we already know what they are, as for the other two... we have no idea – neither does Harry."

"Doesn't Grandpa feel when they are destroyed? The Horcruxes?" James asked.

Has father mentioned anything to you? Florence looked at Severus.

"Nothing so far." He said. "As Harry destroys the next ones though, he'll most certainly feel something."

Then Florence put the shield down, declaring: "We're on your side."

And they all nodded, even Alastor Moody – but the hatred in Kingsley Shacklebolt's eyes remained.

Meanwhile, upstairs

Nicholas lay in bed with Fred, his boyfriend's ginger head on his chest, his mind still trying to understand what they had done.

"This is so crazy, Red." He touched a hand to his belly feeling the energy of the baby they made together.

Fred looked at him, apologetically, "I swear I didn't know this could happen, Nick."

"I know, love. And as terrified as I am right now, I'm really happy this happened..." He smiled.

"You're terrified?" Fred whisper-shouted. "I'm the one with a person growing inside of me!"

Nicholas chuckled. "My mother's a healer, Red. She'll help us. She'll check if our baby is growing well."

"Your mother." Fred said. "Is it true what we heard earlier? Your mother is You-know-who's daughter?"

"Yes. That's true. We were at a party in his house a couple of hours ago."

Fred looked at him. "He's your grandfather."

"Yes, Red."

"Holy fuck. That's insane!"

Nick shrugged. "I've known for a while now. Had some dinners with him already..."

Fred looked at him as if he had just grown a second head. "Dinner? You sat at a table and had dinner with You-know-who?"

"Yes. And discussed elven wine-making."

Fred laughed hard. "Wow! That's crazy!"

Nick then heard his brother's voice in his head: Mom's going upstairs.

And then there were knocks on the door.

"It's my mother." Said Nick. "Can I let her in?"

"Yes. Of course."

Nick pointed his wand to the door, unwarding it, and Florence walked in.

"Hi, Fred."

"Hi, Mrs. Snape."

"Call me Florence, dear." She stopped beside the bed. "Do you mind if I check on my grandkid?"

"Oh, of course not." Fred said, lying on his back, like he had at the hospital.

And Florence cast: "Vide sacculum." And the image of the gestational sac appeared over him.

"Just four weeks. All is looking as it should. In another couple of weeks we'll be able to hear a heartbeat and evaluate the progress."

"Yes, that's what they said at St. Mungus..." Fred spoke softly. "And I really had no idea..."

"I know, dear." Florence smiled reassuringly. "And I also know you and Nick were already talking marriage, so... our only concern now must be your safety and well-being. There are some people..." she lowered her voice. "Even inside the Order, that aren't happy with our family's presence here. So you must be extra careful, Fred."

He nodded and then the door was opened and Molly walked in, looking at her son and Nicholas and her eyes filled with tears.

"I'm sorry I told you to consider an abortion, Fred. I thought... you had been attacked at the wedding..."

"I understand, mom." Fred got up and hugged her. "You have no reason to worry, this baby was made with love." He looked at Nicholas.

Molly smiled and rushed to hug Nick. "Such a fine young man! Welcome to the family, Nicholas!"

Nick hugged her back. "Thanks, Mrs. Weasley."

Then Florence heard her husband's voice in her mind: And I am clearly paying for my mistakes; my son marrying into the Weasley family. And he showed up at the door.

Don't be grumpy, Grandpa Sev. She replied, walking to Fred and hugging him.

"If I remember correctly you're not a book-hater, so I'll send you some books on what to expect when you're an expecting bearer."

"Thanks, Mrs. Snape... I mean, Florence."

"And call me if you need anything. I'll be checking on you and that baby regularly, but pregnancy can be filled with surprises."

Fred nodded and felt Nick's arms wrapping around him.

Florence smiled at them, "You two are so sweet together." And she kissed her son's cheek. "Now," she continued. "We've had an eventful enough night; I'm beat." She yawned and went to the door, where her husband were. "We'll stay in touch. But don't forget: when you see us outside of this house, we're not friends – and we won't be friendly."

Molly and Fred nodded.

"I'm staying the night here, mom." Nicholas said.

"Of course, love. But be home tomorrow afternoon, we have to go to Hogwarts for the welcoming feast."

And Florence left with her husband.

September 1997

Hogwarts

Welcoming feast

Florence walked through the double oaken doors of the Great Hall and welcomed the sounds of the students that filled the Hall with laughter and conversation.

It's good to have some normalcy back. She mentioned to her husband, who was already at the high table, James and Nicholas sitting to his left – the twins being there in the castle with them as ordered by her father.

How many students were expelled or turned down? She asked, sitting to her husband's right and noticing that the tables looked less crowded than usual.

Around eighty. Severus replied.

Damn it.

She recognized Ginny Weasley at the Gryffindor table and the redhead looked at them with contempt.

Good to know the girl remembered she must pretend not to know anything. Florence told her husband.

"And how was your day, mom?" asked James, making conversation.

"Very good. We inaugurated the new fountain at the Atrium this afternoon." She said out loud. "The new one is called Magic is Might, and it corrects the societal order; there is a wizard and a witch sitting atop two enormous thrones and the Muggles are under it – in their rightful place: beneath our feet."

James looked at his mother, he knew she was just saying that because she had to – but she was very convincing.

Mom's a good liar. Said Nicholas.

Yes. She's scary good.

Then Severus stood up and walked to the pulpit – the Great Hall falling silent as the students stared at him, expectantly.

"Another term begins. And this year, there are some changes, as you have already been informed. Study hard and be mindful of the new rules. Disrespect and lack of decorum won't be tolerated."

The students glanced at one another, and at the Gryffindor table not one student looked at him with anything but hate.

Right in the first week of classes, it became clear that the Carrows' idea of discipline was synonym to torture.

And Severus didn't stop them – he just reinforced his speech that those who abided by the rules weren't going to be punished.

September 12th 1997

Malfoy Manor

Draco sat on his bed, feeling strangely nervous; that night he wouldn't stop Elizabeth from taking things too far in their shared dreams – and just the thought of touching her intimately had him trembling in desire.

He lay down on his bed and closed his eyes, falling asleep with his beloved girlfriend in his mind.

When his dream started, he found himself in front of a door, and he slowly opened it, entering a bedroom that he quickly recognized as being Elizabeth's.

"Liz?" He called, closing the door.

"Hi, Dray." He heard her voice coming from the bed and he looked at her.

"Holy fuck!" He whispered as he watched her get up and walk towards him dressed on a skin tight light blue strapless dress, her long dark hair loose, falling down her shoulder in sexy sweet-lemon-scented waves.

"Is it my birthday or yours?" he asked, looking at her curves and the swell of her firm breasts in that sinful dress.

"It's most certainly my birthday." Liz said, touching his chest. "And I hope you've made up your mind about what you're giving me." She pressed her body against his and bit his bottom lip. "For if you don't give me, Dray... I'll take it." She caressed his half-hard dick through the fabric of his pants.

He exhaled: "I'm yours, Liz." wrapping his arms around her. "And you're mine."

"Really? So show me." She teased him.

He smiled and hoisted her up, making her wrap her legs around his waist; Draco dropped her on the bed and noticed that her dress had run up, revealing that she wasn't wearing any underwear.

"You're naked under that dress, babe?" he asked, looking at her well-trimmed pussy as if hypnotized.

"Get it off and you'll see." she replied with a sexy smile.

Draco pulled her ass to the edge of the bed and kneeled on the floor, between her legs. He kissed her inner thighs and heard her sigh in desire.

"Can I touch you, Liz?"

"Yes. Oh, please! That's all I've been wanting for the past two years!"

He smirked at her neediness, loving to know she was as crazy for him as he was for her; he caressed one finger between her folds, feeling her wetness already.

"Can I kiss you, love?" he whispered, salivating at the thought of tasting her.

She looked at him, suddenly understanding what he meant.

"Yes, Dray. Please."

And he caressed her centre with his tongue, opening her lips and licking her entrance, hearing her moan.

He moaned alongside her, loving the feeling and the scent of her pussy against his tongue.

"I need more, Dray!"

He moved a little bit up and sucked on her clit,and he had to hold her hips down, for she bucked and fisted her hands on his hair, gasping.

He let go of her clit and kissed up her body, ripping her dress apart and filling his mouth with one pebbled nipple, her round breasts just the perfect size for her petite frame.

Liz's virgin body was burning in pleasure and need under him, her skin was covered in sweat and her hands held on to him desperately.

"You're overdressed, Dray." She gasped. "I want to feel you... take off your clothes, please!"

He covered her mouth with his, kissing her and divestoing himself. When their naked bodies touched, they both moaned mid-kiss.

He let go of her sweet lips and kissed down her neck, feeling her legs and arms wrapping around him, pulling him closer.

"Tell me how you want me, love."

"Like this, just take me. Now!" She pulled him closer, rubbing her centre on his dick.

Draco pressed in, feeling an indescribable pressure, wet and hot, enveloping the head of his cock.

Elizabeth tensed up, her hands closing on his arms, her face contorting in a mixture of pleasure and pain.

"Do you want me to stop, Liz?"

"No." She shook her head. "Just... get in deeper..."

He moved in, groaning at the delicious feeling of having her channel gripping him tightly.

Liz moved her hips tentatively and softly moaned, the initial feeling of strangeness and pain slowly going away, giving place to pleasure.

"You're killing me, love." Draco moaned.

"Fuck me, Dray. Move!"

And he did, getting half-way out of her and entering her again, finding a rhythm and making them both tremble in pleasure.

Draco looked at the sexy young woman under him, how long had he waited to have her; the two years he was older than her were a punishment. "I can't believe I finally have you... fucking moaning under me."

"Yes." She moaned. "I'm yours! Take me hard!"

And he moved faster and deeper, one hand pressing on her neck, keeping her face in place, and making her shiver in submission.

"I'm doing all I've dreamed to do with you, Liz." He whispered sultrily. "I'm owning you. Marking you." He bit the swell of her breast.

"Yes. Please!"

He sucked on a nipple and grinded his hips on hers, pressing on her g-spot and stimulating her clit, having her cumming under him for the first time, screaming his name.

But he controlled his climax, using the thought of how dead he'd be if his godfather knew what he was doing to keep his orgasm at bay.

Then Liz whispered, her voice sexy, filled by pleasure: "Let me sit on you, Dray."

"Fuck, babe." He groaned. "You can do whatever you want with me."

She gave him a sinful smile, "So be a good boy, lie down and let me have my way with my birthday gift."

He gulped and obeyed, lying on his back and watching her sexy body climb over him, one leg on either side of his hips and her delicate hand wrapped around his cock and guided it between her drenched pussy lips.

Liz looked into his eyes as she sat on him.

"Holy fuck." He gasped, touching her thighs. "You're so fucking delicious, love."

Elizabeth closed her eyes, giving herself a moment to get used to his dick inside of her in that different position. She moved her hips and her breath hitched, her nails marking his pale chest. "You're so deep. My fingers never felt like this."

He groaned, "I have to watch you and your fingers someday, love." Draco didn't even blink, his blue eyes fixed on her, watching her face contorting in pleasure as her sexy body moved on top of his, fucking herself on his dick.

She looked at him and bit her lips.

"Are you enjoying yourself, love?" he asked in a strangled voice.

"Yes. Ooh... yes. This is good. So much better than I imagined." She sat down and his dick went fully inside of her, balls deep, and he grabbed her hips, grinding upwards, forcing himself even deeper.

"Fuck!" she gasped, feeling weak by the pleasure. "That's... so good, Dray. Do it again!"

He couldn't take all that sexy love-making anymore, he flipped them on the bed and grinded his hips on hers.

Elizabeth arched and moaned loudly.

He leaned over her and sucked on her nipples, hearing her scream, feeling her hands fisting on his hair; never stopping his hips, fighting not to just piston into her.

"Yes!" she gasped. "Take me, Dray!"

He groaned and moved faster, watching her lower a hand between her legs, and the moment her fingers touched her hard clit she bucked under him, screaming as a strong orgasm took over her body.

Her pussy clamped on his dick and he couldn't stop his own climax anymore. He spilled his cum deep inside of her and saw her tremble.

"Fuck, that's good." She gasped. "Don't pull out! I want more. I fucking loved to feel your cum shooting inside of me."

He groaned. "You're just too sexy for your own safety, Liz. Fuck..." He moved his hips, his cock still hard inside of her. "Tell me what you want, babe."

"Fuck me more, make me yours!"

He forced her legs even wider and pushed inside, one hand going to her neck, lightly pressing down. She arched in pleasure, loving to have him owning her.

"You're perfection, Liz. All mine."

"All yours!" she whimpered, completely taken by the pleasure of being under him – no masturbation session had ever given her that much satisfaction. "Faster, Dray!"

He obeyed, letting go of his control and pistoning into her, keeping his eyes on her face, watching her lips part and her expression become one of pure pleasure at the same time her pussy clenched around his dick again.

"You're getting wetter, love." He groaned, pressing deeper and harder while she orgasmed under him. And he was cumming inside of her again, groaning against her breasts.

Liz pulled his face up and they kissed languorously while their breaths returned to their normal rate.

"I can only imagine how much better this will feel when I actually have you under me..." Draco said, looking into her passion-filled eyes.

"It can get even better than this?" she asked surprised, as he lay beside her, pulling her to his chest.

"Yes, it can get so good we pass out."

"And how do you know that?" Elizabeth growled in jealousy.

Draco winced, but he didn't lie: "You did break up with me, Liz. I..."

"Enough!" she interrupted him. "I don't wanna know."

He could sense her anger, despite her words.

"I love you, Liz."

"Mm." She mumbled angrily.

He chuckled and ran a hand up her back, grabbing her hair at the back of her head and making her tilt her head to look at him and he repeated: "I love you; everything about you."

She slowly smiled and kissed him, enjoying the moment with the love of her life.

"Happy birthday, love." Draco said, holding her close and caressing her hair, soon falling asleep with his beloved in his arms for the first time.