August 1993
It was late night, Remus sat at a table inside Hogsmeade's shadiest pub: The Hog's Head. Across from him on the imbalanced table, a thin man dressed on clothes two sizes too big for him devoured a plate of food and gulped down cheap firewhisky as if he had never tasted anything better in his life.
Remus looked at him with a warmth in his tired eyes, smiling as he shook his head.
"What?" asked the thin man, "I've missed the feeling of having a full stomach. And this," he said pointing to the cheap firewhisky in his glass, "Regular people take for granted their freedom to just get drunk and relax."
"But the food here is-"
"It's digestible, Remus," he finished his food and sighed, "That's more than I was offered some days in the past thirteen years."
"I know, Sirius. I understand."
The thin man, Sirius Black, tossed back the last of his firewhisky and smiled, clearly glad to be there.
"You're the happiest patron Aberforth has probably ever served," Remus laughed.
"Why are we here?" Sirius asked, looking around the empty pub, "I know no one comes here but... it's dangerous for me to just sit here."
"We're waiting for Severus-"
Sirius growled low, "Remind me again: why are we waiting for Snivellus?"
Remus sighed, "You need his help. He knows how to get to the safe-house inside Hogwarts' grounds. And he's bringing you a wand. Also, he's brewing an experimental Polyjuice that will last you a week, instead of an hour, for you to be able to live here in Hogsmeade without attracting attention."
"I'm not sure I'll take anything made by him with 'experimental' in front of it," said Sirius, bitterly.
"Florence is helping him make it. She wouldn't let Severus poison you."
That caught Sirius' attention, "So she's on speaking terms with Snivellus, now?"
"You could say that," Remus whispered; having promised not to talk about Severus and Florence being married for Severus wanted to break the news to Sirius himself.
"What's taking him so long to get here?" complained Sirius, "I bet he's doing it on purpose!"
"I don't know," said Remus, worried.
But then the front door of the pub was opened and Severus walked in.
"Look, there he is!" Remus said, and the relief was clear in his voice.
Severus walked towards them and sat at the table, "Evening, Remus," he greeted just him.
Sirius fisted his hands in anger and glared at the man, "Snivellus."
"Prison did you good, mutt," Severus replied in a bored tone, "It brought out the deranged gene your inbred family is known for."
"I'll show you deranged!" Sirius growled.
"Sure," Severus chuckled, sizing him up contemptuously.
"Why did it take you so long to get here?" Remus asked, "If I were seen with him, Azkaban would sound like heaven. You know werewolves don't go to prison..."
"I'm aware," Severus drawled, his dark eyes on Sirius.
"What?" Sirius barked, feeling uncomfortable under his staring.
Severus tilted his head and smirked, as if finding something amusing, "As he's not trying to kill me, I'm right to assume that you haven't told him anything."
"No," Remus spoke, "We agreed you'd be the one to tell him. Or maybe Florence should."
"What should I know?" asked Sirius, "What should Florence tell me?"
"Oh, nothing of importance," Severus said with an affected shrug and a smug smile, "She's my wife now, that's all."
Sirius seemed startled for a moment but then he jumped over the table, taking Severus to the floor and trying to punch him.
But Severus easily pushed him away, controlling himself to not hit the man for he knew could do some serious damage to his emaciated body.
Remus held his friend's arm and pulled him away from Severus.
"You bastard!" Sirius shouted, "I'll kill you! You don't deserve her! She's mine!"
"Stop it!" Remus ordered.
"She'll never be yours, you dirty mutt!" Severus was up in seconds and had his wand on Sirius' throat, "She's my wife!"
"I'll kill you, Snivellus!" Sirius tried to punch him again.
"Enough! We have to move, Severus!" said Remus angrily, pulling Sirius by the jacket and dragging him outside.
Severus put his wand inside his pocket and followed them after leaving one galleon on the table to pay for the man's food and drink.
The three of them walked quickly through Hogsmeade's main square, going towards the woods, where they stopped a few metres past the edge of the Forbidden Forest, hidden by the trees.
"We're about to cross the Forest to get to the safe-house," said Severus, reaching inside his pocket and handing Sirius a wand, "This is for you. Dragon heartstring, reed, fifteen inches. As close to your original one as I could find."
Sirius didn't even thank him, he just got the wand and cast:
"Stupefy."
But Severus easily sent the spell into a tree trunk and looked at him, clearly unhappy about what he was about to say: "I know that you lied about being the twins' father to protect them, and I'm forced to thank you for doing that."
Sirius frowned, "I love Florence. I did that to have her by my side," he walked into Severus' personal space, staring into his eyes with disdain, "And I'll be around, Snivellus. Any small chance I see of getting her back, I'll take it."
Severus punched him in the face and Remus had to intervene before the taller man seriously injured Sirius.
"That's enough, Severus!" Remus shouted as he helped Sirius get up from the ground. He looked at his fugitive friend: "He could have broken your jaw, dumbass! Stop being childish! Grow up already!"
Sirius glared at Severus and then at Remus, "When did they marry?"
"About two months after you got arrested. Do you want to tell him, Severus?"
"There's nothing to tell. Florence is my wife now and we owe him no explanations, Remus."
"Wait a fucking minute," Sirius frowned, "Since when are you two on a first name basis?"
"Since school, Sirius," Remus rolled his eyes, "You and James were the ones who always had a problem with him."
"Enough chit-chatting!" Severus barked, "Let's take the mutt to the safe-house so I can go home."
"Home to my Florence," muttered Sirius.
And Severus was on him again in a second, punching him on the mouth.
"Stop it, Severus!" Remus shouted as he helped Sirius get up from the ground again.
After a silent death-stare shot at Sirius, Severus turned and started walking down the secret path towards the safe-house, not looking back to check if the other two men were following him or not.
"I can't believe Flor married him! Stupid Snivellus..." Sirius mumbled, "For thirteen years I was locked up in Azkaban while Snivellus slept with Florence! A confirmed Death Eater with a better life than me!"
"Shut up, Sirius!" exclaimed Remus, "Severus has helped the Order of the Phoenix in so many ways not even I know all that he has done! And Florence's always loved him, not even if he died you'd have a chance with her – she'd most likely die shortly after him."
"Still, he's not good enough for her."
"Stop talking about her!" Remus sounded exasperated, glancing at Severus to check if he was charging against Sirius again, "Neither of us can beat him in a duel. I won't risk my neck if you have a death wish."
But Sirius kept on mumbling about life's injustices as they walked.
Severus led them deep into the dense forest, the dark night seeming to get darker as they walked, not even the lights of their Lumos managed to illuminate more than half a metre in front of them.
They walked in silence, not wanting to attract the attention of the many dangerous creatures that lived in the Forest.
After nearly an hour of careful walk, Severus stopped and cast some spells in the air.
"I need to add your magic signatures to the wards, so that you can enter without consequences," he explained.
Once he was done, they walked three more metres and could finally see a pretty two-story house with a wraparound porch that seemed very out-of-place sitting in the middle of an unusual clearing in the forbidding woods.
Severus opened the door with a touch of his wand and walked in, going straight to the kitchen to fill the cabinets with the food and water he had taken – enough to last Black about a week.
He was on guard duty with Remus for that night and for the next day as well, then Dumbledore was going to send others to look after the fugitive until the experimental Polyjuice was ready.
From the kitchen, Severus could hear the two men talking in the living room:
"What do you want, Remus?" Sirius asked in clear exasperation, "I'll never be friends with him! That's absurd!"
There was the sound of people throwing themselves on a sofa, and Sirius voice again: "He hates us!"
"No," he heard Remus say, "He hates you. And with reason! You tried to kill him when we were at school!"
"If I had succeeded, Florence would be mine!"
Severus frowned at that, realising Black had no idea how right he was.
If I had died, Florence wouldn't know she had a soulmate and then her veela might have accepted Black's touches.
More likely Lupin's. His inner voice reminded him of words Florence had said a long time ago.
Severus kept listening to their conversation; Remus was speaking: "He even thanked you for helping Flor with the twins, what else do you want?"
"For him to drop dead," Sirius said with sincerity.
And Severus laughed loudly in the kitchen.
After they had a delicious late-dinner of roast turkey, rice and salad that Severus had prepared, the three men sat silently in the living room, sharing a bottle of firewhisky.
"Blimey, this is good stuff," groaned Sirius, savouring the drink.
Severus raised an eyebrow and forced himself to not think of the chain of events that led him to that strange situation where he was sharing an amiable drink with Black, focusing his mind instead on his family; just that morning he had seen his wife and children, but he already missed them.
He sipped his firewhisly and closed his eyes, getting comfortable in the armchair he had chosen to sit and letting his thoughts run free: the twins were starting their fourth year in Durmstrang already; Elizabeth would be going to her first year at Beauxbatons; so, after the first of September, only Christopher would be home.
It is time to make more babies. He concluded, smiling.
"Look at him," Sirius whispered to Remus, "He's probably thinking about her."
"She's his wife, Sirius," Remus replied, rolling his eyes, "He can think about Florence all he wants. You're the one who shouldn't be thinking about her at all."
Sirius poured himself more firewhisky and didn't reply.
Hours later
Severus was sleeping in the living room, on a comfortable bed he had transfigurated from the sofa.
But something, unexpectedly, woke him up in the middle of the night – a cold feeling that something was wrong.
He grabbed his wand and got up, walking around the four-bedroom house, finding Remus still sleeping in one of the rooms, but Black was nowhere to be seen.
"Homenum revelio," he cast, and the spell let him know that there was only one other person in the house, "Shit."
He ran into Remus' room and woke him up.
"Remus, wake up!" he said loudly, "We have to find the dog!"
"What?" Remus sat up, a bit drowsy, "Wait, Sirius? He's not sleeping?"
"No. He's not even in the house!"
"Fuck! Where the hell would he go?"
"Didn't he tell you anything?" Severus asked.
"No!" Remus was concerned, "Maybe... he just went for a walk?"
"He'd better return soon," Severus growled, "I'll make some coffee. That stupid fleabag..." he grumbled as he walked downstairs.
And so they waited.
Twenty hours later, Remus and Severus had already looked for Sirius in the forest around the house – in case he had gotten hurt or some forest creature had killed him, but they didn't find any clue of his whereabouts.
So they apparated to Hogsmeade and Severus found that day's edition of the Daily Prophet on a bench.
"There's nothing here about him having been caught," he said, after reading it quickly and putting the newspaper into a bin.
"What will we do now, Severus?"
"There's not much we can do, Remus," he sighed and looked at the empty streets, "Look, since we're here and Black is missing, would you mind if we spent the night at my house?"
"Of course not. But we must warn Dumbledore."
"We'll go to the castle once the sun is out."
Then they walked through the beautiful quiet village, and five minutes later they were at Severus' house. He touched his wand to the door and it opened for him.
They entered the silent place; being that it was almost two in the morning, everybody was probably sleeping already.
"Tiffany," Severus called, hating that he had to wake her up.
"Master Severus!" the little elf whisper-shouted, "Mistress Florence will be so happy to see you home already, Master!"
"Is Flor asleep?"
"Yes," said Tiffany, "Mistress Florence, Mistress Liz and little Master Chris are already sleeping. The Masters James and Nick are in their bedroom, but still awake."
"Alright,' he nodded, "Listen, Tiff, Remus is spending the night here, take him to one of the guestrooms and help him. And I'll need breakfast to be served in a few hours."
"No problem, Master. Is breakfast at seven ok?"
"Yes, that'll be perfect, Tiff."
"Great!" the elf smiled, turning to Lupin, "Now, Mr Lupin, follow Tiffany, please," and she led Remus upstairs.
Severus gave his dirty jacket to Melody who had showed up as well, and took a deep breath, looking around his family home with a smile before walking upstairs.
As he walked by Elizabeth's bedroom, he could see Chris sleeping with his head on his sister's lap, and Liz had a book fallen on her chest. Severus went into the room, took the book from her and put both children in a more comfortable position. He kissed their heads and went to his own room.
When he opened the door, the image of his beautiful wife sleeping on her stomach, her arms around his pillow, brought a big smile to his face. But he was too dirty to just lie down beside her, so he went to the bathroom.
After showering, he finally lay down on the bed, holding Florence in his arms, pulling her to his chest.
Severus kissed her lips, softly, and smelled the sweet vanilla of her hair, closing his eyes with a sigh.
He was home.
In the next morning, Florence woke up feeling an arm around her waist – too heavy to be Chris' or Liz's – so she turned around expecting to see one of the twins there. But as her eyes fell on the man on the bed, her veela stirred in her mind, purring in delight.
"Severus," she whispered with a smile.
"Good morning, love," he replied, opening his eyes and arching an eyebrow as he saw her light-green eyes, "Problems, wife?"
"That depends, are you helping me control her or you're making me do it by myself?" she rubbed against his body, her hands running down his abs, as she trailed kisses down his neck, going to his chest and navel.
"Fuck," he groaned as he felt her tongue caressing his hip bone, "I haven't got much time, Florence. Remus is in the guestroom. Stupid Black ran away from us in the middle of the night, so we came to sleep here after looking- hmm..." he threw his head back as she bit his cock through his underwear, "I can fucking hear her," he exhaled, hearing sexy whispers from her veela in his mind telling him to fuck her senseless, "Can't you leash her?"
"If I wanted to," she smiled wickedly, "But you're half-naked on the bed and smelling so good," she moaned, pulling his underwear down his legs, "I'm going to suck this delicious cock now, husband," she licked his length, her veela-magic taking over her body, his proximity and his scent playing havoc with her senses that morning.
Then she took just the head of his member between her lips, and he couldn't take all that teasing anymore; fisting a hand in her hair, Severus thrust deeper into her mouth, controlling her movements and groaning in pleasure at the sound of her choking on his cock.
"I need to fuck you," he suddenly declared, pulling her face away from his cock and up to his, kissing her lips, invading her mouth with his tongue nearly desperately.
"Ride me, princess," he ordered.
Florence quickly obeyed, straddling his hips and taking her nightgown off, leaving nothing but a pair of dark blue lace knickers, her wedding ring and the jade necklace on her curvaceous body.
Severus watched as she sat on him slowly, the long messy waves of her hair cascading down her shoulders and teasingly touching her naked breasts.
She swivelled her hips, her light green eyes staring at him like a challenge – daring him to show he was man enough to sexually satisfy her.
Severus grabbed her by the waist, growling: "You asked for this, wife," and he flipped them over, getting on top of her, between her legs, while ravaging her mouth and pounding into her hard.
She screamed in his mouth, her hands clawing at his back as his hard thrusts and forceful kissing caused her to climax in minutes.
"Yes!" he broke the kiss to hear her moans, "Take it, princess! So fucking twisted, needing to be taken hard."
"Don't stop- oooh- more!" she whimpered.
"Open your legs wider for me," he ordered with a commanding voice.
She obeyed and he pressed deeper into her, feeling her breath hitching, and then he stopped moving.
"Noo!" she moaned a complaint, "Sev! Please- move!
"No. I think I'll play with my favourite toys now," he said, cupping her breasts, pinching both her nipples and watching as she sighed and arched on the bed offering more of her breasts for him, her legs rubbing on his sides, her feet digging onto his arse as she tried to move her hips.
"None of that, love," he cast a binding spell around her hips, keeping them on the mattress.
"Ooh- no!" she moaned, "You're being- aaah- so mean!"
He chuckled darkly and bit her pebbled nipples, first one then the other, sucking on them hard, teasing them with his tongue.
"Oh, fuck, Sev… please," she begged, her head thrown back, her eyes closed, her mouth open, a light pink colour on her cheeks.
He moaned as he kept torturing her nipples, relishing on hearing her breathy moans and watching her lost on pleasure – that dangerous powerful witch fully under his control, his cock deep inside her cunt.
He moved his hips, needing some friction himself, and she moaned his name, her channel gripping his cock tightly as she was orgasming for the second time.
"Fuck, yes," he moaned, pressing around the base of his cock, trying to delay his own climax.
"More! Fuck me hard!" she pleaded, "Do it, Sev. Give me your cum. Please, now!"
He stopped his torturing moves and yanked her arms above her head, pinning them down to the mattress and holding them with one hand.
"Spread those legs, princess, offer that cunt to me," he ordered.
She did as he wanted, and he looked into her light-green eyes, kissing her lips, as he moved nearly all of his cock out of her just to thrust back in balls-deep, forcing his way in as deep as possible, making her take every inch of his member.
Florence moaned loudly and gasped at his forceful intrusion, her face a mask of pleasure and passion.
"Move!" she ordered.
"Shh. Behave yourself," he admonished her, holding her chin and dipping his thumb into her mouth, making her suck it, then he started to move his hips in a slow maddening way, getting deep into her and moving out until only the tip of his cock stayed in her, just to move deep into her again.
"Oooh! Yes!" she gasped.
"Yes! I will fuck this delicious cunt until I have my fill now."
"But you're too slow!" she complained, moaning as he pushed deep into her, grinding against her pussy and pressing on her cervix, "Ooh- fuck!" she trashed on the bed.
He kept moving his hips more in than out, massaging her cervix with the head of his dick, her arms still pinned on the mattress.
"You like this, princess?" he asked in his most seductive voice, lowering his hand from her chin to her breasts, "Thick cock fucking you."
"Yes. Ooohh... don't stop!"
"You're mine, all mine," he growled, waiting for her veela to give him the confirmation that she was fully his – but the magical being was acting stubborn in a way she hadn't been in years.
He moved his hips faster, hearing Florence's moans get louder, making sure to press against her g-spot and then massage her cervix at every in stroke.
And then he heard the whimpers of surrender in his mind.
"That's it," he hissed sensually, "You're all mine," and he whispered his special spell that licked her clit and Florence screamed his name, her back arching off of the bed, her body tensing under his; the strong orgasm starting deep inside her womb and running through her body, making her quiver in pleasure as her channel squeezed his cock.
Severus gripped her hips with both hands and moved his own for another handful of thrusts, but she was too tight, too hot and too wet so he couldn't control neither the groan that left his lips nor his body anymore; jet after jet of cum erupted from his dick, soaking her channel.
"Fuck, princess," he groaned as he let his head fall between her breast, his cock still twitching inside of her.
"Hmm," was all Florence said, her body completely sated by the many orgasms he had given her, her hands caressing his long hair slowly.
Once he stopped cumming, he rolled them over on the bed, pulling her head to his chest, his fingers in her hair, lazily massaging her scalp; and soon Florence was asleep again.
Fifteen minutes later, Severus slowly disentangled himself from his sleeping wife, got out of bed and dressed, before walking downstairs.
His four kids were already at the table having breakfast.
"'Morning dad!" exclaimed Liz, Chris and the twins.
"When did you get here, dad?" James asked, "You said you would be gone for a couple of days on a mission or something..."
"I arrived in the middle of the night. Things didn't go quite as planned," Severus looked at one of their house-elves, "Melody, where is Remus?"
"He's already up, Master Severus, but still upstairs."
"Tell him to come down here and have breakfast with us," Severus sat at the head of the table and little Christopher jumped to his lap.
"Where's mum?" asked Nicholas.
"She'll probably sleep in," Severus hid his smirk with his coffee cup, "She's tired this morning."
James rolled his eyes, "That's way more than we needed to know, dad!" he looked at his twin, "Why did you have to ask?"
"What?" Nicholas asked, "I worry about mum! What if she was sick or something?"
"I'm the one feeling sick now," retorted James, glaring at their father.
"Dad?" asked the sweet voice of the only girl at the table, "Can I go to Madam Malkin's after breakfast? She's received the winter collection and there's this gorgeous light-blue faux-fur coat that I'd look gorgeous in! It's very cold in the French Alps, you know."
"Well, Liz. I don't see why not," Severus looked at Nicholas, "Would you go with her? I don't want any of you walking by yourselves. Not even here in the village."
"Of course, dad," Nicholas replied with a smile, "Maybe I'll get myself some things as well."
"Sure. No problem, son," agreed Severus, always wanting to give his kids everything their hearts desired, "Have the bill sent to the castle and I'll pay it from there."
Elizabeth and her brother looked at each other with sparkling eyes, knowing that they had just received their father's permission to splurge – something their mother never allowed.