Chapter title from "The Zephyr Song" by Red Hot Chili Peppers. There isn't a more perfect song for this chapter. Give it a listen! So good.

VERY EXPLICIT - you've been warned!

The Muggle woman's delicate pink lip was trembling, her body glistening from kisses mixed with the juices of desire, remnants of his wife's nibbles rising to the surface of Colleen's pale, porcelain skin. Black still had Rhiannon's essence on his hand as he traced it along Colleen's bottom lip. He forced his thumb inside, then more fingers one by one. Her tongue licked Black's hand fervently, truly delighting in the ethereal nectar.

All life within Severus seemed to have rushed and concentrated to his cock, still aching from the Muggle woman's expert touch; she was indeed a harlot. Black and Rhiannon had taken her from an innocent working mother to a goddess in her own right, her golden tresses tinged with scarlet, her eyes as crystal blue as the sea outside their door, her soft, womanly curves tantalizing in their now-carnal knowledge. Severus's soul already had a mate, and he would die for her and never leave her side. But he was consumed with lust for Black's wife. Part of it was a longing to be absorbed in her goodness and nurtured by it; part of it was the fact that her beauty was rare and pure and seemed to beg to be defiled just by existing. And part of it was the high of experiencing what was Black's.

He didn't hate the man. But as Rhiannon had said, there was a thrill in their games. It was natural, like animals vying for the spoils of their victories. To know Colleen like Black knew her, just as Black had known Rhiannon and would inevitably know her again as this whirlwind of a night sped on toward its climax and resolution.

"Tell me what you want, whore," Severus demanded. Colleen paused in her wild licking of Black's hand, her eyes wide and on fire as they met his. She had just asked Black to go back for more, and the wizard had obliged by dipping back into the honey between Rhiannon's legs, which were spread wide as she laid back at the foot of the bed with pure ecstasy scrawled across her beautiful face.

"I want you, on top of me, sir," Colleen replied, settling back against the plush nest of pillows and throws. The red in her hair gleamed radiantly where it touched the Slytherin green brocade, and Severus bent to smell it. He knew her perfume well— its primary note was ambrette seed— a musky plant that was intense, nutty, and animalic. Layered over the ambrette was sea salt, woodsy sage, then grapefruit and Rhodophyta- both red like her glorious hair. Rhiannon had said Black smelled the perfume in the Amortentia after returning from the Veil and had immediately embarked on a journey to find her. Snape understood why.

"And I want Sirius to lay beneath me," Colleen added quietly, those clear blue eyes darting between the wizards to gauge their reaction. Severus didn't have to look at Rhiannon to see her sadistic grin.

Black obeyed immediately, laying flat on his back with his head propped on the pillows, pulling his wife between his legs to lay back on his chest. His erection lay to the side of his wife's hip, but Colleen shifted her arse to cover it once she saw Severus's hesitation. It didn't do much to help; Black was clearly justified in his braggart ramblings when it came to his size. The wizard's face was amused and arrogant as always as he awaited Severus's move, his eyes twinkling and mouth smirking in a dare as his hand rose to grope his wife's breast.

"Why should I grant your wish, filthy cockslut?" Severus muttered, admittedly stalling.

"Please," she begged. "I want you, Severus."

"It's ok, Snape," Black laughed. "Curse free zone."

Severus felt his mouth curl into a sneer, but he situated himself between the Muggle's wanton legs, his mouth clamping down on her right breast as Black continued to fondle her left. It was exquisite— round, generous and soft — womanly, like the curvature of her hip, which Severus kneaded with his left hand. He tried to ignore the fact that he brushed Black's leg when he did so, but was annoyed that the man couldn't be bothered to move even an inch to avoid contact.

Severus decided to simply focus on the Muggle and let Black fade into the background. He gripped both of her hips, forcing her legs back together to view that enticing spot that turned him on. He loved her generous flesh and her feminine curves just as much as he adored his wife's taut, youthful perfection. It was like having the one true goddess in multiple forms. Severus lowered himself so his tongue could appreciate the spot he craved, snaking over the tops of her thighs as he moaned.

"Yes, Severus," Colleen's soft voice breathed, her legs fighting to open as he held them together still. Severus felt Rhiannon's caress move down the muscles of his back and down to grip his behind as she moved into place at his side.

"Let Severus show you what he can do with his tongue," Rhiannon murmured.

"I'm sure it's nothing she hasn't felt before," Sirius spoke up, but Rhiannon placed a finger over his mouth before further silencing him with a kiss. Her wet heat was level with Severus's face, and he could smell how aroused she was at having her most sacred dream come true. The witch moved to kiss Colleen next, alternating between both Blacks and coaxing their three faces together to lick, suck, and nip hungrily as Severus finally allowed the Muggle's legs to fall open. Of course this presented him with an eyeful of Black that he knew would haunt him until the end of days.

"Rhiannon, you will be forever in my debt for this," he warned her gravely. "I'm eating pussy while being assaulted by dog cock."

"Down boy," Rhiannon giggled to Black, who just shook his head and continued to smirk.

Severus grunted and lifted Colleen's legs over his shoulders, trying to distance her at least somewhat from her husband. He closed his eyes as his tongue dove into her wetness, listening to her enraptured scream.

"Uhhhhh," Severus moaned, her taste overtaking him. While Rhiannon was light and sweet, a simple but intoxicating nectar, Colleen was musky, womanly and positively feral. Her essence was comforting, lulling him into an almost immediate submission as he devoured her.

"It's good, isn't it?" he heard Black declare, as if he'd had a hand in creating his wife's perfection.

"Shut up, Sirius," Rhiannon sighed. She came up to rest her knees on either side of the pair, her core hovering above them as if truly forcing them to shut up.

Black's wife grabbed the witch hungrily and pulled her down, burying her nose and tongue in the sweet slit as if she were starving. She bucked her own hips up to Severus as he drew designs like wand strokes on her swollen clit with the tip of his tongue.

"Teach me how to breathe like this, Sirius," Colleen mumbled, but she soon figured out her rhythm, purring into Rhiannon as Severus continued to drive her into frenzied gyrations against his nose and mouth.

Rhiannon's gasps danced through the room. "Ohhhh...sweet Colleen...yes..."

Black was beginning to shift beneath his wife, clearly needing some release. Severus could empathize. He felt like he would explode at the sound of the women's moans mingling in the air.

"Severus, I'm so close!" Colleen cried. "Please don't stop!"

Part of Severus wanted to. To show her that a whore came on his terms, not her own. But he also wanted to infuse her with his magic by bringing her to that precipice and allowing her to leap over the edge. He closed his eyes and focused his power into her.

"Look into the candle, Colleen," Rhiannon reminded her breathlessly, sliding her goddess mound over to Black's stubbled face so Colleen could focus. Severus raised his eyes to see Colleen's face glistening with his wife's juices, twisted into pleasure as she screamed and jerked violently. He sucked her clit hard to intensify her orgasm, watching as she gripped the sheets with one hand and Rhiannon's thigh with her other. Rhiannon rode Black's face with wild abandon, clearly wanting to release her own energy as close to Colleen's as she could. Black moaned into his goddess's cunt as if he were laying in a field gorging himself on manna. His sounds seemed to send Colleen over the edge again, her nails digging into Black's thigh this time as she used her other hand to force Severus's nose against her clit and bring forward a second orgasm on the tails of her first. Rhiannon joined her this time.

"Sirius, FUCK! Ohhhh..."

Severus honestly didn't know how Black's face wasn't broken as hard as Rhiannon bucked against him, but he continued to eat her, settling back from her with a drunken grin when she was done riding her blissful waves. Severus crawled back up and laid against the Muggle, enveloping her lips with his. His cock was a raging fire now, and he pulled Colleen back with him as he fell onto the pillow next to Black. Her silky breasts pressed against his chest, and she returned his kisses as if her life depended on it, with tender fingers tracing his hair. His hard cock was buried in the soft flesh of her stomach, and he arched against her with a groan.

"Black, I'm going to fuck your wife."

"So is he," Rhiannon pronounced with a grin.

Rhiannon was about to burst with excitement for what she envisioned next.

"Colleen, on all fours love, right here." Rhiannon helped Colleen get in position, stopping to press kisses to her shoulders and back, then her lips. She ran her thumb over the smooth Tiger's Eye crystal and placed it in Colleen's fist.

"This one's for claiming power," Rhiannon told her. She then beckoned Sirius to his knees, bringing his gorgeous pink cock in line with his wife's waiting mouth. Severus was watching all of this with a twitching jaw, and she knew her husband was about to explode with want. Rhiannon pressed into him with a swing of her hips, and he opened his mouth immediately to receive her tongue.

"I love you, Rhiannon," Severus murmured, gripping her to him. He made a move to run his cock along her slit.

She sighed blissfully at the contact but shook her head. "I love you. But I want you to fuck Colleen. Let her be filled up with two wizards' magic at the same time."

He nodded, his black hair damp with sweat and Colleen's sweet juices. Rhiannon bent down to taste them herself, giving a few kitten licks to the Muggle's sweet pussy before allowing her husband to assume his position. Colleen had already opened her mouth hungrily for Sirius's cock, rolling her delicate tongue over his tip, allowing some saliva to drip down his seemingly endless length. Sirius groaned as he began to fuck her face, having been at this nearly an hour now with no release.

Colleen was so open and swollen that Severus slid right into her waiting hole without even having to align himself. He pressed his hands into her back and let out moans of pleasure upon his entry.

"Sopping wet Muggle cunt," he said, almost as if he were singing a hymn praise.

Rhiannon settled against her pillow amid the chorus of smacking and slurping and moans. Colleen was like a seesaw with the wizards on either side, being pushed and plowed back and forth, her gorgeous curls swinging and her large breasts bouncing. Rhiannon had never seen anything more erotic, and she pleasured herself as she watched her own creation come to life.

Sirius's eyes were raised heaven-ward, obviously trying to avoid those of Severus, who had fixed his downward. Severus massaged Colleen's back as he fucked her, tracing her beauty marks, caressing her strawberry curls of hair. He certainly didn't look like a man ravaging a whore, although Rhiannon knew he was certainly capable. Rather he looked like a man worshipping an angel. Colleen had hollowed her cheeks and taken Sirius deep into her throat, and Sirius's breath was becoming ragged as he warned of his impending explosion.

"Yes," Rhiannon encouraged them, her laser focus directed toward the Harmony rune candle. Her mind danced with the notion of them all bound together with a shared orgasm. She quickened the pace of her own hand against her folds, slipping her fingers inside, pressing her palm against her clit as hard as she could. She pictured the two wizards shooting jets of magic into their Muggle lover in a celestial marriage of force.

Severus's grunts became low, coming from a deep and primal place within his gut. His hips bucked against Colleen at a savage pace, sending her hurling toward Sirius so hard she nearly choked. Sirius rested a tender hand on her back and eased back ever so slightly, letting Colleen recover and retake control of her own depth and rhythm. Her voice was a whimper around her husband's cock, and Rhiannon could see the micro-movements of her hip and thigh muscles as she tightened herself around Severus.

Severus let out a shout and shook; Rhiannon felt electricity seem to dance through her as Sirius soon followed, both wizards trembling violently with each shot of their load into Colleen's willing, whimpering form. Rhiannon willed her eyes to stay open as the coil within her pelvis snapped, watching Colleen's hips rev up violently against Severus as her own climax took hold. Sirius reached his hand down to rub his wife's clit and increase her pleasure, he and Severus now working together to maximize her ecstasy. Her mouth released Sirius as she screamed.

"Severus...Sirius...ohhhh...yes...ahhhh...oh my god..."

Colleen's pale body was convulsing as if she were possessed. Her orgasm seemed never ending as it was continually charged with electricity and fire from the two wizards, floating on the air of magic created by the witch. Rhiannon writhed onto her stomach, pushing against her hand again in another release, squeezing the bedsheets in a knot. She felt her muscles release consciously, one by one, as her face sank into her pillow and her eyes closed.

Rhiannon's next conscious thought was of Severus's hand pushing her hair back from her resting face, his lips pressing softly to her eyelids. He laid down on the edge of the bed beside her and cradled her to him. He was warm and covered with a thin sweat. Sirius was comforting Colleen in a similar fashion, having fallen back onto the mattress and bringing her with him to rest on his chest. It was like a hum now filled the room with all of their hearts racing.

Sirius suddenly raised an arm and summoned his wand to him.

"Accio contraceptive," he said. Colleen lifted up quickly and gazed around the room.

"Here, they are locked in this drawer," Severus said tiredly, waving his own wand at the nightstand and producing the vial of dark pink liquid. Colleen came to her knees quickly to drink. Severus's eyes were on her again as if somehow he still hadn't had enough. Rhiannon raised her arm to motion for Colleen to snuggle beside her.

"Sirius, you too," the witch murmured. The wizard obeyed, spooning his wife.

"How do you feel?" Rhiannon asked Colleen softly. She ran a hand lovingly over her ribcage and the curve of her hip, giving Sirius's hand a squeeze when they met. Severus's face was in the crook of Rhiannon's shoulder, his arm around her stomach. It was everything the witch could ever want.

"Glorious," Colleen murmured. "And spent."

Rhiannon laughed softly. "We're going to have to remedy that last part with a potion or two. We've only just begun."

On paper, he was the luckiest damn wizard alive. In reality, in that Slytherin green king-sized bed, things were more complicated. His own magic now merged with that of Severus Snape, inside of his wife's body. It wasn't a simple textbook sexual release; Rhiannon had been right all along— they were creating something. He'd always felt it with Colleen— his wife, his mate, his partner; it was magic, but it was easy to digest because Sirius could just call it "love." But with the Snapes added into the mix, Sirius was aware of the cosmic influence, the fact that they were all tied together somehow for better or worse. He wished he could say he regretted it, but it was too empowering. He craved more.

Sirius reached his hand across Colleen's body to sweep up and down Rhiannon's side. He fondled the witch's perfect breasts, feeling her nipples harden against his fingers. Her eyes met his, the deepest green. He'd stared into the them so many times, but always with some nagging question about what they were, what they'd been, and how Snape hovered over it all. Now he felt assurance between them— a love different from what he felt from his wife, but more than simple friendship. The best part was that it was now without competition and without doubt. It just existed, likely simplified by the fact that Snape had taken possession of Sirius's wife as well. It had leveled the playing field for the first time in over two years.

"I believe you still need to be 'blissfully full,' birthday girl," Sirius told her softly, tucking a strand of golden hair behind her ear.

With a bit of trepidation, he looked up at Snape, who gave a nod so slight it was barely perceptible. Colleen untangled herself from the pile of limbs and sashayed over to the dresser, examining the potion bottles until she found what she wanted. Snape's cum still dribbled down her thighs, and Sirius pointed his wand to clean her. Colleen smiled and straddled Snape's stomach, handing one of her chosen bottles to him and another to Sirius. Snape reacted immediately to Colleen's presence, his hands running over her arms, down her back, cupping her beautiful arse. Snape opened his mouth to receive the potion from her, and Sirius stared at them while he downed his own.

"I'm assuming this is supposed to make me hard again?" he asked, but the answer was soon evident as he felt a familiar tightening in his sack that definitely should not have been there this soon.

"What do you think?" Rhiannon teased him with a giggle.

Sirius grabbed the witch's face as he covered her body with his, kissing her roughly. "Laugh at me again, witch," he growled playfully. Rhiannon responded by spreading her legs and immediately leading him to her center, running his half-hard cock along her wetness. He was hard again within seconds as she pressed his tip to her clit.

Snape had pushed Colleen back onto the pillows while Sirius and Rhiannon played. His black hair grazed Colleen's pale skin tenderly as he kissed her, and Sirius was very aware of the fact she didn't look like the man's whore. Colleen was aware too, apparently.

"Professor Snape, I've been such a naughty slut," she whispered. "I think you need to punish me." She raised her eyes to Sirius as if asking for forgiveness for letting Snape show her affection.

Snape paused in ravishing Colleen's neck and gazed down at her, his face hardening. "Turn over," he ordered.

Colleen followed his direction, and Sirius felt Rhiannon encourage him onto his back. The witch pressed kisses along Sirius's jawline, her hair falling over him, settling into a rhythm quickly as she mounted him. Sirius closed his eyes briefly and groaned. He always loved it when Rhiannon took control, and he loved how her petite little body made him feel so huge. His hips rose to meet the woman who had saved his life, and he was glad he finally got to show her his gratitude in the most intimate of ways.

"Mmm, Sirius, you're so big and hard," Rhiannon murmured in his ear, tonguing his neck, her fingers raking through his hair.

Before Sirius could reply, he heard a resounding smack of a hand on skin, followed by his wife's breathy scream. Sirius's jaw tightened and he bristled a bit. He'd wanted her to be Snape's slut, but he also had defensive reactions that kicked in of their own accord. Colleen turned her head to face Sirius, her cheek against the pillow, her mouth opened into an "o" as Snape's hand came down on her backside again.

"Ah, yes, punish me, Professor," Colleen begged. "Show me how to be good for you."

Snape jerked a handful of her fiery hair this time, sending a harder smack onto the other cheek of her arse. Colleen's eyes squeezed shut, but she slipped her hand underneath herself to finger her clit. Sirius felt himself jerk within Rhiannon's tight walls, and the witch responded by easing off of him then slowly back down, letting him hit her all the way at the top, then repeating the sweet torture. Sirius reached with one hand to caress the muscles that flexed at the top of her thigh as she worked, and he snaked his other hand beneath his wife, replacing hers. It was unbelievable how wet he found her, and as Snape sent the fourth smack flying onto her behind, Sirius felt her gush onto his fingers.

"He can heal her with his wand or a salve," Rhiannon assured Sirius with a whisper. "He always does."

"Turn around, Muggle slut." Snape took hold of Colleen's arms and threw her onto her back, thrusting into her in one swift motion.

"Oh, god, yes!" Colleen exclaimed. "Fuck me again, Severus! I mean...Professor Snape."

"Hungry, filthy slut," Snape berated her, driving into her with a powerful force. Sirius dropped his eyes to where their bodies joined, watching Severus's cock charge in and out of her milky white center. He shifted his gaze to his own cock being pummeled by Rhiannon's tiny, wet hole, and he groaned. Sirius paused Rhiannon's movements long enough to shift closer to Colleen on the mattress so their bodies were touching. He pulled her face to his and kissed her beautiful lips, their tongues battling as they were both fucked mercilessly by the Snapes.

"Yes, Sirius, yes!" Rhiannon screamed, her hands holding her hair above her head as she continued to gyrate on his cock and ride out the orgasm that swept her. Her walls pinched Sirius so tight he could barely breathe, and he gripped Colleen's hand as he shot ropes of cum into Rhiannon, feeling each one being tugged out of him by the witch's pulsating cunt.

"Are you going to take more of cum inside you, whore?" Severus asked Colleen, squeezing her breasts so hard he left handprints. "Can you handle more?"

"Yes, please," Colleen begged. Her hand dug into Sirius's wrist as she flexed her hips upward, writhing wildly against Severus to get the friction she craved. Having come down from her high, Rhiannon came to Colleen's aid, scissoring her fingers over Colleen's nub as Severus reached his peak with a deep, primal sound. Sirius felt his cock jump again.

That's impossible, he thought. But it wasn't. It was the damn potion.

"Oh...Severus...Severus...SEVERUS!" Colleen had given up on the role play, letting herself surrender to the torment of Sirius's enemy with a series of glorious convulsions wracking her body.

"Switch," Rhiannon commanded, not even giving Colleen a second to come down.

"What?" Sirius asked incredulously.

"You heard me," Rhiannon replied. "The potion will allow you to do it if you focus." She dismounted Sirius and took Colleen's hand, indicating for them to switch. Both women's centers were dripping with mixed essences, apparently about to be mixed even further.

"Rhiannon, I..." Even Severus sounded doubtful about this one.

"It's for the magic," Rhiannon insisted. "Plus it's just fucking hot."

The wizards looked at each other warily.

"Get up, Sirius," Colleen commanded him. He did so slowly, and Colleen assumed his former position on the pillow. She reached her arms out to him and sealed her lips to his, her kiss sweet but insistent. That was all it took. Sirius was suddenly filled with the desire to take his wife back. Her fingers toyed with his member, still wet from Rhiannon, and the residual power of the potion restored his stiffness immediately.

"Fuck, here we go," Sirius muttered, and he charged into his wife's pussy, now slick and soaking with two of Severus's loads. She squeezed her legs together and locked him into the warm wetness, and he willed himself to only think about how good it felt, how erotic and forbidden it was, and not how it was his worst enemy to which he was now unquestionably binding himself.

Rhiannon shimmied eagerly next to Colleen on the mattress and pulled her husband down on top of her.

"Merlin's fucking cock-sucking whore," Snape muttered, but he was already hard enough again to charge inside of his wife without hesitation. The man's eyes closed and he shuddered a bit at the sensation.

"It's not so bad, huh, Snape?" Sirius said, trying to make light of the situation.

"Shut up, Black!" the wizard snapped. He began fucking his wife angrily, and she moaned with delight.

The women entwined their fingers with one another's on the mattress, their gasps mingling on the incense-filled air. Their heads met in a kiss, gentle in comparison to how they were being plowed by their husbands. The sounds of the gushing mess filled the air, and Sirius pictured how it must look down there, the bed ruined. The women's hands now separated and reached across to massage each other's swollen clits, beckoning even more orgasms on top of the countless others they'd already experienced.

Rhiannon's finger dipped lower to enter Colleen along with Sirius's cock. She curled upward, causing Colleen to shriek. It was a bizarre feeling for Sirius, but he kept going, the added friction of Rhiannon's finger intriguing if nothing else.

"Should I...?" Colleen gasped, and Rhiannon nodded, so Colleen squirmed closer and did the same with her finger, causing Severus to grunt.

"Fucking weird," Sirius laughed, but he closed his eyes and continued to ride his wife, detaching from his thoughts and just focusing on the pleasurable slick bringing him his third climax in less than two hours.

"Don't forget the candles, and try to come together," Rhiannon encouraged.

"No pressure," Severus muttered.

"Just focus on the sounds and the movements and try to match them," the witch's throaty voice coaxed. Sirius felt her finger move away from his cock somewhat as she pressed harder into Colleen's g-spot. Sirius used that opportunity to charge further forward and apply deep pressure to her cervix, and the result was a guttural echo he had never heard escape his wife before.

"Please...don't...stop...!" she cried.

"YES!" Rhiannon moaned, and Sirius assumed Colleen had employed the same trick. They continued on a few more moments just like this before Colleen's cries became more urgent, spurred on by Rhiannon, floating atop new grunts from Snape.

"Oh, fuck," Sirius mumbled, unable to hold back any longer. He added his load to the mix filling his wife's core, covering Rhiannon's finger, closing his eyes to completely bliss out on the symphony of climactic noises that married in the air. He knew it was the witch's magic, because there was no way a phenomenon like that could happen naturally. But it was fucking incredible. Like flying on a broom while smoking pipe weed and being sucked off by a witch and being chased by life-threatening spells incredible. And obviously much easier and safer to accomplish.

"We just had quadruplets on the astral plane," Rhiannon announced blissfully.

"You are certifiably insane," her husband returned, sinking down exhaustedly on top of her.

Colleen laughed and squeezed her arms tightly around Sirius. "This is the best night of my life," she declared.

"So, do we live forever now or something?" Sirius asked. "That must have been a shit ton of power."

"Maybe," Rhiannon answered with a grin. "You never know."

They laid together silently for the next few minutes, a sweaty, tangled jumble. Sirius was barely conscious of who was touching whom; it was all a blur at this point. It couldn't possibly matter anyway, after what had just taken place. The smell that hung on the air was intoxicating- straight up raw, musky sex. Colleen nuzzled Sirius's neck, sighing contentedly. Her noises caused Rhiannon to stir and press kisses to Colleen's arm. Sirius was thrilled to see them both so happy and thoroughly worshipped. His kink took hold of him in that moment, and he gave in to visions of what it would be like to care for them both as they carried children - rubbing their feet, massaging them to sleep, cooking their favorite foods, running them baths, giving them earth-shattering orgasms when their hormones had them positively reeling. He knew he and Snape both would basically grovel at their feet. As he rode this wave of daydreams, it occurred to him they were both filled to the brim with both wizards' seed and needed to drink their potions immediately. His arm itched like it wanted to make the move to get them, but his brain held him still. This was like a dream come true for a dog like him with a breeding kink. If there was any golden opportunity to seal the deal, it was a night like this one.

"Sirius," Rhiannon scolded him gently.

"Do you knock before you barge in to people's brains?" he returned in annoyance.

She responded with a sweet stroke on his arm. "Soon. All right? Look at the candle with the Victory rune. It's burned faster than all the others. I think the end is in sight, and then it will be safe for us to be a family."

Snape's head snapped up from Rhiannon's breast at those words. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"Shhh," Colleen soothed him, her hand on his arm this time. "Let's just enjoy the peace and the afterglow, all right? This was so beautiful. I want to keep it that way."

Rhiannon summoned her wand and in turn summoned the potions from the unlocked drawer. She promptly drank hers, but Sirius noticed Colleen hesitate a bit before lifting it to her own mouth. Sirius kissed her cheek. He knew she wanted this as much as he did.

"Drink up, love, it's okay," Sirius whispered, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "Plenty more chances up ahead. Besides, apparently we have a whole litter running around up there on that astral plane."

Colleen smiled and swallowed the thick liquid before snuggling back into their nest. Snape pulled the covers up over them and extinguished all the lights, clearly ready to pass out after all their exertion.

"Happy birthday," Sirius heard the wizard tell his wife one last time.

"Thank you, Severus. Thank you all," Rhiannon said in response. "I love you."