December 1996

Snapes' family home

The day after Christmas, Florence spent her evening in the downstairs lab, brewing alone, her hair up in a bun and her blood boiling in anger just like the Wiggenweld Potion in the cauldron in front of her.

She had spent a few hours in Hogwarts earlier that day, where she'd cared for Katie Bell. The girl hadn't woken up yet, but at least was showing promising signs of improvement.

Meanwhile, Severus had been helping Prof. McGonagall interview everybody who had been inside the Three Broomsticks on the day Katie got cursed.

And who was the owner of that pub? Cassiopeia Rosmerta, the damned bitch.

Florence heard the lab door being opened and didn't need to look up to know it was her husband arriving.

Severus walked into the lab and closed the door, slowly walking down the stairs.

"Evening, love," he smirked, sensing her irritation and knowing the reason for that without needing to ask.

"How is Cassie?" Florence asked, bitterly.

"Oh, Cassie is recovering just fine," he repeated the name just to annoy his wife, "We were able to find out that Draco cast an Imperius curse on poor Cassie," he said the woman's name again and Florence narrowed her eyes at him, "And she was the one who cast an Imperius on Miss Bell. The plan was to have the girl give the necklace to Filch, saying it was from Cassie, thus going around Albus's Secrecy Sensor and the Castle's own protections against curses."

"Say her name again and I'll hex you," she growled.

He just chuckled, removing his coat.

"Such a stupid plan," Florence commented, "It proves that Draco is indeed nothing more than a child."

"He's getting desperate, Florence. And that makes the boy dangerous, child or not."

She just made a sound in agreement, her back still turned to him; anger and jealousy coming off of her in waves through their bond.

Severus removed his jumper and walked towards her.

"I bet your eyes are as light as the jade in your necklace," he said softly, stopping behind her, his body flush against her back; he kissed her exposed neck, slowly, making her tremble, "You're so angry, love."

"You bet your arse I am angry!"

He kissed the other side of her neck, biting lightly at the curve of her shoulder.

"You know I'm all yours," he whispered.

"But that bitch likes to ignore that!" she let out an angry huff, "I bet she needed your help during the interview, and probably tripped and fell into your arms! My veela can smell her in your clothes! She rubbed against you!" she ended, accusingly.

"Well, you are right in all accounts."

Florence stopped mixing the potion, too furious to focus. For the first time in years her veela was trying to take control over her – Need to prove he's mine – she heard her growl in her mind.

Severus forced Florence to turn around, his arms around her waist, holding her tightly against his body.

"Ah, there they are," he whispered, "The light-green eyes of danger..." he licked her lips, sucking on her bottom one.

Florence moved her hands under his shirt, caressing his abs, going up to his chest, as he invaded her mouth with his tongue and his hands unfastened his own jeans.

He stopped the kiss to take his own shirt off and to pull her jumper off. She bit her bottom lip at the delicious sight of him shirtless with his jeans unfastened.

"Like what you see?" Severus asked with a lopsided smile.

She nodded and rubbed against him, her veela needing to have his lips on her skin, her scent on his body and his cock inside of her.

He smirked again, "Such dirty thoughts, princess."

She unhooked her own bra and his eyes were immediately attracted to her hard nipples.

"Who is having dirty thoughts now, professor?"

He smiled and wrapped his arms around her, walking her to an empty space on the long worktable, making her sit there, kissing her lips again, his tongue caressing hers, slowly, making her whimper into his mouth.

Next, Severus lowered his head to her neck and Florence arched against him, offering her body for his attack. His teeth rasped over her neck, biting her as he pinched both her nipples.

She gasped, "I need you, Sev. Now!"

He slid her joggers down her legs, caressing her thighs on the way down. Then he bent his head and captured one hard nipple into his mouth, hearing her moan softly. He sucked, his tongue stroking, his teeth biting hard.

Florence fisted a hand in his hair, wrapping her legs around his waist, trying to pull him closer, needing some friction between her legs.

"Sev, I need-"

"I know what you need," he interrupted, pushing her backwards until she was lying on the table, then he ripped her knickers apart and lowered his head between her legs, sliding his hands beneath her arse to hold her hips in place. Locking his gaze with hers, he licked her entrance, slowly.

Florence arched her back and closed her eyes, knowing he was going to torture her for long minutes, for he loved eating her up.

"Don't tease me, Sev," she begged, "Fuck me."

"Not yet, princess," her drawled, holding her hips firmly and letting out a dark chuckle before spearing his tongue into her, making her moan loudly.

"Ooh, fuck- yes!"

He licked her with the flat of his tongue, but made sure to press the tip of it onto the spongy spot by the entrance, a pleasure spot that always had her gripping his hair with both hands and spreading her legs even further.

"Fingers," she gasped, "Give me your fingers!"

"No," he slowed down his licks to reply and to tease her, "I'm making this cunt cum just with my tongue."

She threw her head back, arching against the tabletop, whimpering as he continued his unhurried licks until he had her sobbing and begging.

"That's it, princess, tell me how much-" one long lick, "you want to cum for me," another lick and a thrust of his tongue into her, "Mmm, dripping and fluttering," he moaned, licking her twice more before closing his lips around her hard clit and sucking.

"AAAAH!" she screamed, "Severus, yes!"

He smiled as she orgasmed moaning his name; he kept sucking and tonguing her clit, while, against his chin, he could feel her pussy contracting, begging to be filled.

He pushed his trousers down, stroking his hard cock, feeling powerful as that sexy woman still shivered in pleasure, sprawled on the table in front of him, fully naked, while he still had his trousers on.

"Please," she begged.

"Shh, I'll give you what you need, princess," and he poised his dick at her entrance, holding her hips down firmly, and penetrated her to the hilt in one single thrust.

Florence moaned his name, her nails biting into his arms, her back arched, her head thrown back. She looked absolutely delicious, so sexy, her pussy hot and dripping wet.

"Fuck, you're so fucking gorgeous!" he groaned, bending his head to her nipples, sucking on one then the other, as he moved slowly but hard inside of her.

Florence jerked her hips, trying to make him move faster,

"No, love," he gripped her hips harder, stopping her moves, "I'll do this slowly, I want to feel your body," his voice low and sexy, filled with lust, in her ear, his hands holding her down, his mouth sucking her nipples occasionally, "I love to have you under to me, mine to pleasure, mine to fuck," he sucked one hard nipple, "You, screaming and cumming, my cock deep inside your delicious cunt," he kept his thrusts deep and slow.

"No!" she moaned, "How can you possibly want me to take it slowly…" she was gasping for air, "When you keep talking like that..." a moan escaped her lips, "Fuck me harder!" she demanded, rolling her hips, taking him deeper.

Severus groaned, tightening his hands on her hips to make her stop; but she pulled him forwards with her legs, forcing his cock even deeper inside her. Then she flexed her channel around his dick and he lost all control.

"You fucking minx!" he growled, pulling her hips off the edge of the table, "You asked for it, princess!" and he pounded into her, beginning a punishing rhythm that had the worktable shaking, cauldrons risking spilling their contents – but the couple didn't care.

"Yes!" she shouted, holding on to his back, feeling his strong muscles flexing beneath her hands as he impaled her mercilessly, making her scream while he grunted.

It wasn't the slow love-making he wanted; it was the wild, hard, deep fuck she needed.

He fucked her, dominating her body, making her cry out his name in all-consuming pleasure. His lips on her neck, on her nipples, biting, sucking on them, while he drove his cock inside of her with furious thrusts.

Florence couldn't stop the loud scream that was ripped from her throat when another strong orgasm took over her body and her walls clamped around his dick, milking him.

Severus groaned against her breasts, his dick as deep as possible inside of her clenching pussy and he filled her up with cum, feeling it overflow her tight channel and drip out of her.

"Fuck, princess," he grunted, kissing her lips slowly and wetly.

Minutes passed with them like that, slumped on the table, gasping for air, kissing, covered in sweat, his dick still inside her.

Florence caressed his hair, sighing in contentment, her body sated and her veela under control.

"Love to hear that," he whispered.

"Hear what?" she whispered.

"A low satisfied humming from your veela when you're thoroughly shagged," he let his dick slip out of her channel.

"I don't hear a thing," Florence yawned and shook her head.

"So I guess it's just for me," he smiled, helping her sit up on the table, "I love you, Flor," he caressed her face.

"I love you, Sev. And you're mine!" she ran her hands down his hard sweaty chest.

He chuckled, "All yours, princess."

He kissed her lips again and Florence transfigurated her jumper into a dress, before they assessed the spillage they had caused.

Then they heard the door being opened and James' voice: "What's that smell? Wait," then he shouted: "IN THE LAB? Ain't no place sacred to you?" and he quickly left, slamming the door shut.

Severus snorted: "As if he could judge us. As far as I know, Granger's back has yet to hit a mattress."

Florence laughed: "Why do you say that?"

"The library? My lab at the castle? I doubt he's ever introduced her to a soft surface."

Florence shrugged: "We're kinky – it's not surprising our kids are too."

"Aaand this conversation is officially over," Severus said.

Florence shook her head, knowing her husband had no qualms commenting on the twins' romantic lives, but if the subject even tried turning towards their third kid – that was the end of it.

A couple of days later, Severus received information that a big attack on the Order was being organised by the death eaters.

For that reason, four nights after Christmas, Florence found herself back at the Burrow for a meeting; but she went alone this time, for Severus had been summoned by her father.

The meeting was supposed to be brief, but as Florence was telling them about the possible attack, she noticed Remus stiffening and walking to the window.

"What's wrong, Moony?" she asked.

"There's someone out there," he gravely whispered.

She went to the window, opening the lower sash and looking around the dark grounds, trying to sense something and then she whispered: "Yes. Death eaters. I can sense them. Just three, do you agree?" she asked Remus.

He raised his nose in the air and inhaled, growling: "Yes. Three."

Florence turned around, being as discreet as possible, "Be ready to defend this place and protect yourselves."

Suddenly an explosion outside had them all running to the door; Florence, Tonks and Remus taking the lead.

As soon as they reached the yard, the death eaters cast a ring of fire around the house and hid into the tall wheat field.

Then they heard a very unique deranged laughter followed by: "I killed Sirius Black!"

"Bellatrix," Florence whispered to Remus.

"I'll get her!" Harry shouted, suddenly jumping over the fire and running into the wheat maze.

"NO! Harry!" Florence called, "Sodding teenagers!"

"I'll go after him!" Remus said, running after the boy.

"Harry!" shouted Ginny running after him.

"No! Ginny!" shouted Arthur Weasley.

"Bloody stupid teenagers!" Florence shouted before casting: "Ignis furia!" and a powerful snake-like fire burst out of her wand, covering all the fire around the house quickly, and being put out just as fast as it had been created.

"That was freaking amazing!" exclaimed Tonks, impressed by Florence's quick thinking and power.

"Thanks," Florence smiled, using her recent discover that she could connect with the Dark Mark to see if she could point out the location of the three death eaters – without casting the Mark on herself; and she found out she could.

"There's one to the left here," she said.

And the Weasley twins went after that one with their father.

Then Florence and Tonks ran after Harry, Ginny and Remus, finding them in an opening in the middle of the field and circling the teenagers protectively.

"C'mon, Bella," Florence taunted the female death eater, "Let's have some fun like the last time we met."

After a moment of silence, they all saw Bellatrix going up into the sky in a cloud of black smoke and then other two shadows did the same – moving fast towards the house.

"They'll attack the building!" shouted Tonks.

And they all ran back towards the Burrow just in time to see everyone had got out of the house before the three death eaters started to damage it.

"They'll destroy it!" cried Molly.

"No, they won't," Florence growled, casting a spell she had developed and tested on her own husband: "Mosmordre expulsare!"

And a large skull with a snake tongue appeared in the sky, suddenly sucking the death eaters into its mouth.

Everyone stopped and looked at her, completely surprised and even frightened.

She quickly cast a protection and cloaking spell around the property, only then allowing herself to relax.

"How the hell can you cast that?" asked Remus.

She looked at him, raising an eyebrow, making him remember he was the only one there who knew the true answer to that.

"I just adapted the regular skull-snake conjuring spell. Those with the Dark Mark are taken to the last place they had been before apparating here. It's a harmless spell, unfortunately."

"It's brilliant!" exclaimed George, "I don't know how you did that but... if you hadn't, we wouldn't have a house anymore. So, thanks."

"Don't mention it," Florence replied, smiling, "Now, let's fix what they managed to destroy, shall we?"

Then everybody joined forces to fix the Burrow, but Harry and the others still glanced at Florence from time to time, a flicker of fear in their eyes.

January 1997

Just as Florence had predicted, the curse inside Dumbledore's body was spreading, making him sicker week after week.

One evening, a cold one by the end of January, the Headmaster invited himself for dinner at the Snapes' safe-house.

Florence and Severus, of course, agreed to him joining them – the kids adored the old Headmaster, after all.

Florence apparated to the safe-house and walked in, finding Elizabeth sitting alone in the living room, staring at the flames in the fireplace, a closed book on her lap.

"Hey, baby-girl. Where's Chris?" she sat beside her daughter, finding it strange that the boy wasn't around, he was always around his sister.

When Elizabeth didn't reply, Florence frowned; it seemed Liz hadn't even noticed she was there.

She touched Elizabeth's arm then, "Hey, Liz. Are you ok, love?"

Elizabeth jumped in surprise, "Oh! Hi, mum."

"Are you ok, Liz?"

The girl's bottom lip trembled and she shook her head, "I'm not sure I'm feeling ok, mum..." her voice low, "Sometimes, like just now, I feel strange, angry, sad... for no reason. It's like these feelings aren't even mine! I just... suddenly feel them."

Florence nodded, quickly realising what was happening, "It's your bond to... to him," she avoided saying Draco's name, "Even apart, the Enchantment strengthens that connection. It happened to your dad and me," she held Liz's hand, worried, "Draco is... not well. Those feelings are certainly coming from him. What you can try to do is send him good thoughts back. Maybe some nice dreams."

Elizabeth looked at her mother as if she'd gone crazy, "Good thoughts? Nice dreams?" she repeated, "He hurt me! Sent me that awful letter – in case you don't remember! I'm not sending him good and nice anything!"

"Alright. I understand, love. You're right. But..." Florence exhaled, "You know your father made the same stupid choice he did. Your boyfriend's reason at least was noble."

Liz frowned, "Why noble?"

"Severus did it for money. Draco did it to keep his mother safe – well, also a little bit for glory – but mostly to save Cissy."

Elizabeth looked at her, confused, "Why are you defending him all of a sudden?"

"I pity him, baby. He's miserable, losing weight, doing stupid things, hurting himself and others..." she paused, "If you clean your mind before sleeping, and focus on your connection, you may share a dream and you could talk to him."

"Was that possible between you and dad?"

Florence blushed, "Yes. We had many... shared dreams."

The girl snorted, "I can clearly imagine the kind of dream you two shared."

Florence looked at her with a smile, "Well, yes, but don't go having any ideas! Just because you'll be dreaming, it doesn't mean you're not only fourteen!"

Liz rolled her eyes, "Whatever, mum. I have too much to talk to him before even thinking of kissing him."

"That's what you say now... but the moment you see him... the Enchantment will make you crave him," she whispered before kissing her forehead, "Be careful, baby-girl. I love you."

"Love you, mum," she hugged Florence tightly.

A while later

After showering and getting dressed, Florence went to the room Sophie and Liz shared, and found Eileen dressing up her youngest daughter.

"Have Nick and Jamie arrived, godmother?"

"No, dear. They haven't returned from Diagon Alley yet. Liz and Chris are in the library, Severus sent a few wands for him to try and he's very excited to find his own wand."

"I know. And Dumbledore sent them some new books from Hogwarts too," said Florence, taking Sophie in her arms.

"Mummy kisses!" and the little girl wetly kissed Florence's face.

"Love you, baby," she replied, smiling and holding her closely, revelling in the feel and scent of her youngest daughter, "Let's go downstairs to wait for daddy and Dumbledore?"

"Yay! Daddy!" Sophie clapped happily.

Severus and the headmaster were already in the living room when Florence, Sophie and Eileen reached the last step of the staircase.

"Daddy!" shouted Sophie, jumping into her father's arms.

Florence kissed her husband, greeting Dumbledore next: "Evening, Headmaster."

"Hello, my dear."

And then they heard shouts coming from the small library room.

"This is it!" Christopher shouted, running into the living room, "My wand! I've got my own wand!"

"That's great, honey!" exclaimed Florence, hugging him, "Can I see it?"

"Yes, mum. Here," he gave her his wand.

"Cypress, twelve inches."

"Cypress?" asked Dumbledore, impressed, "That's a very special wood wand, little Christopher. Wands of cypress choose as owners the bravest wizards, the fearless ones, who are unafraid to confront the shadows in their own and others' natures," The headmaster reached out to get the boy's wand from Florence's hand and analysed it closely, "Nicely flexible, and has a Phoenix feather as its core. Very very interesting combination. Yours only rivals with your mother's wand in terms of uniqueness."

"What's your wand, mum?" Chris asked, getting his wand back from Dumbledore.

"Hawthorn, eleven and a half inches, dragon heartstring, unyielding," she said.

"Completely unyielding," added Severus, teasingly.

She narrowed her eyes at her husband.

Dumbledore smiled at them, "Gregorovitch made yours, right, Florence?"

"Yes, Dumbledore."

"Hawthorn makes contradictory wands," Dumbledore continued, explaining her wand to Liz and Chris, "As full of paradoxes as the tree that gave them birth. The Hawthorn's leaves and blossoms have healing properties, but its cut branches smell of death. Complex and intriguing in their natures, just like the owners who best suit them. Hawthorn wands are particularly suited to healing magic, but they are also adept at curses, and are not easy to master."

"And that perfectly describes you, my love," Severus whispered, before kissing Florence.

Dumbledore chuckled.

"Tell me about mine, please, Uncle Albus!" asked Elizabeth, handing him her wand.

He held her delicately carved creamy-white wand, "Ah, spruce – called by many wandmakers the difficult wood. The spruce wand is told to have its own ideas about what magic it ought to be called upon to produce. Its match is a bold spell-caster; spruce is intensely loyal to its owner and capable of producing particularly beautiful and dramatic spells," he touched it some more and turned it in his hands, "Veela hair, eleven inches, pliable. A very elegant and feminine wand, Miss Liz."

"Thanks, Uncle Albus," she put her wand back into her pocket.

"What's dad's wand?" asked Chris, finding that talk fascinating.

That one Florence answered: "Blackthorn, fourteen inches, dragon heartstring, just a little pliable."

"Ah, yes," said Dumbledore, "A very dangerous and powerful wand, your dad has. A wand of warriors. The blackthorn bush produces its sweetest berries after the hardest frosts, and the wands made from this wood seem to need to pass through danger and hardship with their owners to become truly bonded. Given this condition, the blackthorn wand will become as loyal and faithful a servant as one could wish," he smiled at the Snape couple, "Funny enough both blackthorn and hawthorn are very similar bushes in the wild, usually confounded when not covered in black sloes and red berries."

"Aww, that's so romantic," said Elizabeth, "Mum's and dad's wands complement each other!"

"Perfectly so, I'd say," added Dumbledore.

Florence laid her head on her husband's arm.

"What are Nick's and James' wands?" Chris wanted to know.

And Florence replied: "Nicholas' is made of alder wood, dragon heartstring, fourteen inches, unyielding."

"Interesting," said Dumbledore, impressed, "Alder wands are stubborn, obstinate, often unhelpful; however, while most wand woods seek similarity in the characters of those they will best serve, alder seems to desire a nature that is, if not precisely opposite to its own, then certainly of a markedly different type. So the wizard who is chosen by the alder is usually comprehensive, helpful, and agreeable."

"Sounds a lot like Nicky," nodded Chris, "And what about Jamie's?"

Then Severus spoke: "Yew wand, fourteen and a half inches, dragon heartstring, surprisingly flexible."

"A rare wand, yew makes," explained Dumbledore, "It's got a particularly dark and fearsome reputation in the spheres of duelling and curses. Some say those who use yew wands are more likely to be attracted to the Dark Arts, which is untrue. The wizard best suited to a yew wand tends to be a fierce protector of others – the wand itself, when buried with its owner, generally sprouts into a tree guarding the dead owner's grave. It's a highly appropriate wand for a firstborn," he added.

"It's interesting how mum's, dad's and the twins' wands are all the same core," said Christopher.

Dumbledore nodded, "Interesting, yes, but not surprising. The surprising is how yours and your sister's have different cores."

"That's such a cool subject!" exclaimed Chris, his green eyes sparkling, "I'll certainly read more about it! Maybe I'll be a wandmaker myself!"

"That's a very noble profession, son," said Severus, smiling.

Then Melody appeared at the kitchen door, "Dinner is served, Master."

Where are the twins? Severus asked Florence as they sat at the table.

No idea. Eileen said they went to Diagon Alley.

He sighed, worried.

"I'll send them a Patronus," she said, kissing him and going to the library for a moment.

Note: A lot of wand research went into this chapter. Florence's wand is my own wand according to Pottermore (same for her Patronus). Severus' wand no one knows canon details about, so I made that all up.

Information on woods I took mainly from: wiki/Category:Wood

I'm loving adding all these new chapters and details to this beloved fanfic of mine!

Hope you're enjoying reading it!