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The Uninvited
Chapter 26
Severus was called to the Dark Lord more often then he had ever been. Both sides of the conflict were getting ready for the last battle. He could feel the tension as he walked the halls. Coming upon a group of students, he noticed they would grow silent when he approached and look at him warily, as if trying to judge his allegiances as much as his mood for lesson that day.
Fearful parents kept their students home. The Slytherin house emptied by half. Only children of those loyal to the Dark Lord remained arrogantly striding from class to class. At meal times, he sat and looked at the other house's tables and saw their numbers reduced in much smaller numbers. The parents of these students either saw removing their children unnecessary, or did not know what was coming.
He kept Abigail and the children out of sight in the dungeons. Occasionally he would allow her to use an invisibility shield to take the infants up to the grounds. More often, he kept them imprisoned below blanketed with silencing spells. He was becoming ever more fearful for their safety.
"Abigail?" he said approaching a subject he knew she would not want to discuss but knowing the time for his oath was at hand.
"Umm?" she was beside him, naked with her back to his chest almost asleep. "What?"
"I think the time has come for you to take the children into hiding." He felt her stiffen, and turn around to face him in the darkness.
"Severus, if you do not call this hiding what would you suggest? Do you mean to send me back?"
"You know better. The castle will be a target, before the year is up. You will need to have the children out of here."
"Where would you have me go? Severus?" She sat up pulling a sheet to hide her nakedness.
"Abigail, don't," he whispered and sat up facing her, knowing she was only self-conscience when she was scared, as if hiding her body would protect her.
"I won't take them there."
"This Saturday, I want to show you something. Just don't make up you mind yet, you need to consider what would happen to the children if this place falls."
"Fall? But it could never fall. Not …"
"Don't worry about it then," he frowned, unwilling to tell her all the fractions that would fight in this battle to end all battles.
"Then let's sleep," she grinned dropping the sheet and quickly laying on her back to look up at him. "That is if you are tired…"
He stretched out next to her as the knowledge that this too would be gone came unbidden. Slipping his arm under her shoulders, he pulled her to him, burying his face in her hair and sighing.
"Gods woman," he tried to say more but lost his words as her mouth reached up and took them.
He knew she and the children would need to go somewhere safe. Abigail needed a home small enough for her to take care of, close to shops and transportation. He could think of no better place then Muggle London. A place where an occasional oddity could go unnoticed.
Saturday morning came faster then Abigail wanted it to. When they apparated to London, and the small house he had found just north of the city, she tried to appear satisfied with the accommodations. Severus had the house refurbished, new furniture set up in all the rooms, the kitchen stocked, and all the personal items they needed carefully put away. A Squib lived only two blocks away and Severus had hired her to come in twice a week to help with the laundry and other things Abigail would not know how to do and to teach her Muggle ways.
He showed her each room in detail. Upstairs he had decided to set up a room for each of the children, although he knew Abigail would insist on keeping them together. Seeing the two separate rooms, she had bulked, pulling against his arm and refused to enter.
"What ever is wrong now?" Severus ran his fingers through his hair.
"I don't want them apart." She looked at him, knowing this sounded unreasonable.
"My dear, they are different sexes, do you not think that eventually they will need their privacy?" He asked with a smirk.
"Do you plan on us being here that long?" She suddenly stopped and looked around. "Severus, where is the floo?"
"It does not have one."
"This will not do at all. How ever will you travel back and forth to lessons?"
"Abigail… I do not …"
"Bastard!"
"Abigail listen to me, I only…"
"You want to be rid of me. Why not just say it? Why not just tell me you don't want me anymore? It's not like I didn't expect it you know… it not like…"
"For once in you life be still," he raged, knowing as the words fell that he had once again said the wrong thing.
She turned away form him and nodded. Holding her breath as she felt her world crumble around her. She could not look at him. She would not cry, not now, not here.
"So, this is mine? I am to live here alone? You expect me to stay here? Alone?"
"If I die in the final battle, yes I do," he told her evenly.
"You bastard!" She seethed.
"Abigail, you know this thing between us was never to be forever," he said distantly.
"And, if you do not die?"
"Then I shall no doubt be in Azkaban, either way this is over." He turned to walk to the last room in the hallway.
He opened the door and stood aside for her to look into the master bedroom. He had spared no expense on the linens or the furniture. Done in dark colours and rich cheery wood the room was beautiful. She walked in standing in the middle without seeing the room. She was trying to calm herself.
"Severus, if you are not in Azkaban, and not dead?" She did not want to hear what he had to say.
He came to her and lifted her head to place a searing kiss on her lips. He reached behind her with one arm holding her close, his other hand pulling up her dress to purchase the skin he sought. He knew their time was limited, every time he took her he wanted to memorize her body, to store the memories to use when he no longer had her.
He felt her hand come up to the chest and push him away.
"You answer me," she demanded.
"There are things you are unaware of. Things that are about to transpire," he sighed, "Things that will change my life forever. A life that you will not be part of."
"Answer me," she again demanded. "God damn it, tell me the whole of it."
"It is over," he confessed. "I no longer want you with me."
"Lenny," she yelled. Waiting for the elf, she stared at Severus.
"My Children, bring them to me now," she demanded of the elf, still looking at Severus.
"Abigail, we still have a week, maybe two," he tried to explain, not wanting this yet.
"Professor, I am now asking you to leave," she said, her head swimming in a fog, a roaring in her ears, "Please, go now. If this is where you will leave me, if this is indeed my home, leave it now. Get out of my sight!"
He nodded and bent at the waist in a small bow. Seeing his smirk, and the cold way he turned and walked away she felt her stomach roll. She ran to the bathroom, fell on her knees, and vomited.
Lenny brought the children, and over the next couple of months helped Abigail settle into the house. She refused to bring along any of the clothes she had left behind, if she was going to live in a Muggle area, she need to appear Muggle. She would sit at the kitchen table and ponder over her bank accounts for hours trying to make sure the money she used was her own. She was determined to pay Severus back of the furniture and supplies and made long lists of prices she found in the daily news crying in frustration when she was unable to reach a total.
She tried to find the rhythm of life in this strange place but it eluded her. Electricity was strange, and she found she did not like it. Electric lights did not allow the shadows to move, time did not pass and she could not tell time. The electric lights kept the dark day, not telling her when it was time to sleep and the mornings too fast in coming.
She would get up at 4:00am as normal, bundle up the babies and head to the market. Muggle markets all had electricity; they did not open until 9:00am, but were open when it was dark. She did not like to keep the fresh food she would carry back in the large white thing in the kitchen. The fruit lost its taste, and everything tasted like the onions she placed in it. She needed a market that opened early in the day, not these sleepy Muggle stores with food that tasted of cardboard and soup in tins.
She had tried taking a bath, but the tub was so shallow she could not get comfortable, and the shower water would turn cold before she finished with it. She found the house had a cellar, with dirt floors and damp walls. She had the squib, a Mrs Smyth go the Hardware Store. Mrs Smyth helped her nail the door shut and take off the knob. Abigail unplugged the big white box and pushed it across the floor to block the door. She sat and leaned against it, afraid for the first time of the darkness it hid. She lay down on the floor and curling up she cried until she fell asleep.
That is how Severus found her. Lenny had informed him that Abigail was not doing as well as the elf thought she should be doing and even Mrs Smyth's weekly owl had brought the same news. Severus knew he was no longer welcome in the tiny suburban house but also knew this would be his last chance to see her.
He knelt down beside her and lifted her head up. Then, reaching in his pocket he took out the golden hair combs he had bought her. He pulled the hair back from her face and put one on each side, behind and above her ears.
Helping her up he placed a soft kiss on her forehead, and took her by the hand to lead her into the living room. He sat her on the sofa, but decided to remain standing.
"Abigail, I want you to wear those. They have a tracking spell on them," he said evenly.
She reached up and removed the combs. Placing them on the coffee table, she folded her hands in her lap and looked up at him impassively.
"If we are ending it than end it," she said flatly. "I don't need you. I don't want you here and I certainly don't want you tracking my movements."
"If you need anything you have only to ask. Let Lenny know and he will contact me."
"You need to name them. Just take them to Molly's. Don't say their names aloud until you are at the grave. Just this one last thing is between us Severus. Do this and I can let you go forever."
"I want you to wear those," he frowned. "Is that asking too much?"
"Yes. If you want us gone do this one thing I ask and be done with us. If not I will name them myself, but in doing so they will not have your name. Since I was never named myself, they will carry my mother's childhood name. Reyes."
He nodded, and left the room to get the babies leaving her to worry her lip as she waited. Seeing him coming down the stairs with one child in each arm she hurried to him.
"Severus, remember your oath?" she almost whispered, turning red. "I didn't want to mention it …"
"You will get them back witch," his voice low, "I remember my promises, you should as well."
He turned and was gone.
Abigail was worried. She knew the children were safe, she knew he would protect them with his life, but she was scared. After the first hour, she was walking from window to window, watching for any sign that he was coming. After the second hour, she was frantic.
When Severus returned, she ran to him, taking the babies and laying them on the sofa she pulled off the blankets and examined them. She felt Severus eyes on her as she became embarrassed at her behaviour. She then ran and threw her arms around him, hugging him tightly.
"Gods Severus, you must think I am awful. I didn't mean that I don't trust you with them, I don't trust any one," she offered, and then realized how this sounded.
"Let me try again. Severus, I am so sorry I can't trust you." Her hand flew to her mouth, as she reddened.
"Care for three?" Severus asked feeling his lip twitch.
"Oh Severus, do you know what I mean?" she asked him earnestly.
"Unfortunately I do," he answered just as honestly. "You are sorry that you can not trust anyone, even me, with our children."
"I trust you with their lives Severus. I have trusted you with mine," she said softly. "I just can not trust you to love them any longer."
"And you?" he stepped closer.
"I have never trusted you to love me," she whispered.
"Abigail, I will not see you after tonight. I would like to spend this night with you," he said closing the last of the distance to her.
Abigail saw Lenny taking the babies to their room. She closed her eyes searching for the strength to say no, to send him away. She felt his hand under her chin and her mouth brushed with his. She leaned closer to him, parting her lips and inviting him in as she nodded her answer.
He wasted no time grabbing her and sweeping her up in his arms. His face lost the tension she had seen there earlier He carried her upstairs and kicked the bedroom door open, and then laid her on the bed letting his eyes roam over her.
"Severus, the babies, you did name them didn't you?" she blushed having forgotten the reason he was still here.
He sat on the edge of the bed to pull of his boots then finally turned to her.
"My son, Master Albus Arthur Lucius Snape, and his sister the endearing Miss Ainslie Minerva Molly Narcissa Snape reside in the next room." he said formally "Their six God Parents send their warmest wishes"
"Severus!" she laughed aloud. "Such a lot of name for such little people."
"They carry the names of those that gave them life," he said seriously. "If one of those people had fallen, they would not be safe now."
"Narcissa?" she giggled.
"You do not know Lucius very well," he sighed. "It is Narcissa my dear that gave Lucius the nerve to show up at Molly's to save you that day."
"Enough talk," she said, pulling off her jumper and reaching back to undo her bra. "I have something to show you."
He paused and looked at her quizzically, then pulled his waistcoat off, followed by his trousers. As he was removing his shirt, she scooted to the edge of the bed, pulled him to her, and sat with her arm around his waist, one hand left to stroke him. She felt him relax into her, he reached up and rested his hands on the wooden canopy as her hands found him and slipped between his legs. She lowered her head to him and ran her tongue along the slit on top of his erection.
She heard him suck in his breath and take an involuntary step back, as if staggering in shock. She slid to the floor between him and the bed and taking him full in her mouth, she ran her hands up the back of his thighs to his arse.
Severus groaned aloud, pushed his hips forwards. He looked down and saw her sitting on the floor, her legs crossed, and the back of her head resting against the matrices. He reached one hand down to hold her head still, trying to last longer. He held back as long as he could, he did not want this to stop, then he felt her hands on him, as she began sucking, one hand on his sack, the other moving up to his arse , and pushing her finger into him, he exploded. His hips jerked on their own accord, he could not control the spasms, his knees buckled. He released her head to grab the canopy with both hands and roared her name in shocked completion.
He stood gasping for air, needing to fill his lungs and slow his heart. If he had not just felt like he had been run over by the Hogwarts express he would have tired to climb right back for more.
"My gods witch! Where in the name of Merlin did you learn that?" He exclaimed as he panted for breath. Sitting down on the bed heavily, he found he could only stare at her.
She looked away from him horrified, and started to scramble up and over the bed, away from him. He grabbed her legs and pulled her back toward him flipping her on her back as he did. She tried to bring up a leg to kick him only he put his right leg over her two and rising up over her he pinned her with his body.
"What the hell just happened?" he demanded.
"I am sorry, I… I thought you would like it." She was crying, and turning her head in embarrassment.
"What did I say wrong now?" He looked at her, the light coming on. "Oh, you mean when I asked you…."
She nodded.
"Listen Abigail, I did not mean you were taking lessons, I was merely surprised that you would be so fucking good at something like this. Most witches wouldn't do it, yet to do it like you did…" He knew he was talking too much. What ever he said, she would take it wrong.
"Abigail, you just took me by surprise, and a nice surprise, a wonderful surprise, a surprise you could wrap up and give me every holiday for the rest of my life, a surprise I will never…"
"I get it, now stop already. You didn't like it." She tried to hide her face from him. "I found in in a magazine. It's what I wanted to show you. It said men liked it, how was I to know I shouldn't do it?"
"You found out how to perform oral sex in a magazine?" he said incredulously. "And I never said it was wrong or that I did not enjoy it."
He sat up, pulling her with him until they sat naked on the bed together.
"Where did you find this magazine?" He was flabbergasted that she had found such a thing. He knew that Muggles did not have the same moral values as wizards, but the idea of instructions in a magazine was beyond him.
"Mrs Smyth took me shopping. I needed some diapers, and fruit and things. She drives an auto-mo-bile, I think I said it right." She wiped her nose with the back of her hand.
"Anyway, so when we finish shopping she says she has a couple of errands she needs to run and do I want to go along with her." She stopped to pause until he nodded his head indicating she could go on. "They sold all sorts of things that looked odd. Like pieces of jewellery that I could not figure out how I would wear. Even things to wear on your… never mind I don't think you would wear one anyway. They had other things that were really embarrassing so I just bought a magazine because every one was looking at me funny and I thought I should buy something since I had been there for so long."
"Who was looking at you funny?" He was getting angry.
"The other shoppers, well, there were only three, but they wanted me to try on some clothes in this little changing room with mirrors all around."
"What did Mrs Smyth do?" His voice was low with a hard edge.
"Oh, she tried on some of the clothes, and the men all bought some." She looked at him quizzically. "There must be a changing room for the men that looks the same, because they kept going in this little room next to where Mrs Smyth was changing."
"Do you go shopping with her often?"
"No," she saw how dark his face had grown. "Ok old man, spit it out. What did I do now? You are the one with the whole Muggle thing."
"Figure it out," he snarled standing up and starting to dress.
She ran from the room suddenly feeling dirty. She needed to shower and be away from him. He stormed outside and paced up and down in front of the house then re-entered the house and stomped back up the stairs. Abigail was just returning from the shower, where she had quickly washed off the crusting semen from her body. He saw her eyes swollen from crying, and her nose red.
He flicked his wand and removed his clothes, and hers. Picking her up, he carried her back to bed where he laid her back on the pillows and climbed on next to her.
"I have only two things to say to you," he said holding up two fingers.
"One," he said lowering one finger. "No more Mrs Smyth."
"Two," he said lowering the second finger. "Your reading skills are much improved."
Then climbing back over her, he raised her legs to circle his back. He kissed her deeply, and resting on his elbows, her head between his arms, he just looked at her.
"Abigail, no matter what you hear of me in the next few days, please remember me like this." He leaned down and kissed her, only the tip of his erection sliding into her. His tongue found hers as his hand slide down to her breasts. He pulled his head back to look at her, then stilled, not pushing into her, holding her hips still with one hand as his other supported his weight.
"Abigail, no matter what, I love you." Hearing her gasp, and seeing her tears he pushed the rest of his length into her and stilled again. "Tell me you heard me witch, say it."
Again the slow thrust and then the stillness.
"Severus, I love you," she said tears running down her face. "You are scaring me."
"No witch, tell me that you know, that you believe I love you, I need to hear it." He felt his control weakened, his throbbing organ wanting more. What he needed now was her trust, her love and her belief in him.
"Severus, what's wrong?" she cried, struggling to get free. "Tell me, just tell me, please."
"Please," he whispered, pleading, his own tears to close for him to say more.
"Yes Severus, I know you love me. Gods yes, I know it." He consumed the rest of her words in his mouth as he began to make love to her again.
Before morning, he left her bed and went into the children's room. He only stood and watched them. He was afraid to pick them up, afraid he would not let go. Then pulling on his robes, he left.