The morning bought the usual cold and lonely feeling that made Severus want to pull the duvet over his head. That was until he realised he was at home and he automatically reached over to the other side of the bed searching for his sweetheart that was normally there. Finding the space empty he sat up, his hair sticking up and all tangled, his eyes half open and a look of pure confusion on his pale face. Unknown to him Arazona would have found this adorable, especially as he yawned scratching the back of his head and looking around the room.

He stretched gracefully and stumbled out of his bedroom looking for his wife, it must be about 6 am and there was no reason for her to be out of bed. As he walked down the corridor he opened every set of curtains that he passed, the hallway flooded with light. He walked through the hall in nothing but a pair of baggy low rise pyjama pants. He walked upstairs to the second floor. He avoided all the floor boards that creaked so he wouldn't wake his children up as he tip toed past their bedrooms opening their doors slowly checking if Arazona was there.

He remembered falling asleep on the couch with Jacob, Amelia and Robert and he remembered Arazona wasn't there. Around about 2 am he'd woke up with a crick in his neck and picked up his kids one by one tucking them into bed. Then had managed to untangle himself from his pompous robes and pull on the slacks. Come to think of it, had Arazona been there when he collapsed on the bed? Well he wouldn't have known as he was snoring by the time his head hit the pillow.

"Oops," He whispered to himself. Well the next place after the children's rooms he should look was the kitchen; she might be having an early breakfast. He walked down the two flights of stairs and into a completely empty kitchen. He walked into the dining room, nope not there. So his suspicions getting the better of him, he walked back upstairs to the first floor, where the study, 2nd lounge, his bedroom and bathroom were. Upstairs was the kids' floor to put it bluntly.

He walked right to the end of the corridor where his study was to find his wife asleep still fully dressed in yesterday's clothes, leant back in his chair feet up and trying to snuggle into the back of the seat. Parchment and books littered his desk and he stared at her tired face, there was no doubt she'd been awake all night. His heart melted, she really was heaven sent. He sat on the desk slightly to the side of her; he picked up some of the parchment flicking through it. He smiled admiring her, his eyes flicked from the parchment to her, he put it back down. He didn't know what he must have done in a past life to deserve her but it was something bloody huge he was guessing.

He had met Arazona at school; she was a year younger than him, a Ravenclaw actually. Very smart, witty and just… beautiful. Severus had wanted her thinking it was no harm to dream. Until before he knew it he had her and then they were living together. Then they were married and had 3 beautiful children. The years had passed so quickly.

He stared at her pale face, they were alike in many way. Yes, they were both obsessed with potions, worshipped their children and hated Voldemort, but who didn't? Well, apart from the potions bit, maybe. But the attraction was much deeper than that.

When he first met her he was startled by her beauty and she still took his breath away every day. He didn't know what she was doing with someone like him, he wasn't exactly good looking. But she made him feel beautiful as… stupid as it sounds. She did! She'd done what no one else would dare too, she let herself see the real him and she'd feel in love. He'd done the exact same, he'd let someone into that icy heart of his. Well, it had been melting for years now.

Arazona was petite and around 5 foot 3; she had straight brown hair and hazel eyes and to Severus she was walking perfection. When she did little things like this for him, it possibly made him fall deeper in love with her. He couldn't resist any longer and leant forward pressing an achingly soft kiss to her lips, her eyes fluttered as she woke up recognising the feel of him and she kissed back. She wished she could wake up like this every morning. Alarm bells went off in her head as she remembered something form last night.

"Snemmerus!" He pulled away, kissing her nose as she had been trying to talk and kiss at the same time. It wasn't advisable to do, between kisses maybe, in them… Nooo. "Erm, where is it?" She picked up the notes she had been writing last night. "I found out something interesting last night, listen to this." She looked into his eyes telling him silently to really listen closely; she leaned onto him while reading.

"The soul expressions spell, if cast incorrect can have a large amount of risks caused to the surrounding people, the person it is cast on, or even the caster. As the spell is easily reflected it is advisable not to do it in crowded places. Even the small amount of anything metal that gets in the way of the spell, a portion of it may reflect off the object and be cast on several people. Although it will not be as strong, it can still work fully. Depending on how much of the spell hits another person depends on how strong the person will have a soul expression also. The fault with this is that it is impossible to trace the spell on anyone, only if the potion in evident in the blood stream can it be traced. In many cases people have lived with a soul expression there whole life not aware, although, if only the spell is present on a person, it can be removed. See page 133 for more information." She paused.

"With everyone's sole expression varying very dramatically, it is almost impossible to find someone with the spell. Although people with them can have a dramatic change in behaviour. With the spell only cast, it is only cast onto the outside of the person's body and does not invade there mind fully. After completing an 'expression' the barer might not even remember doing there 'expression' but as always advised, anyone with soul expression should be monitored as moods such as depression, hate, anger and revenge should be avoided at all costs due to the depth they would be feeling it. A person with only the spell feels everything 10 times stronger than a normal person, whereas someone with both potion and spell feels it 15 times. The spell and potion are not advised to be used on their own, it is almost essential to use both as the barer can become so scared at their weird behaviour that they can go mad or risk their own lives because the spell is not controlling their mind and thoughts of reasoning, only there body. See page 147 for more information." Arazona stopped reading waiting for his response.

"So you're telling me, there could be other kids that have got it on them?" Snape sighed, starting to feel a bit panicked. "How far can if reflect to?" he asked, deep in thought, he pulled Arazona close hugging her tight.

"It didn't say."

"So you're telling me, people as far as the Gryffindor table could have a soul expression on them, and no-one would be any wiser?"

"Unfortunately, Severus, yes," She mumbled into his shoulder.

"I think I best write Dumbledore." She pulled out the embrace.

"Yeah you do that sweety, and to Draco too, I'll go make you some coffee and get a painkiller, you might need it later."

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