The Second War

Content warning: explicit sex

Hi there,

This is a very long romantic feel good drama story about a young (post school) Severus Snape and a girl called Gina Aldaya. It is story filled with romance, drama, (explicit) sex and lots of magic. No underage/non consent shit. It's a story about a strong woman who knows what she wants. Gina is a seventh year student (from a visiting school) when the story begins though.
Obviously, this is a fanfiction, based on the Harry Potter series written by J.K. Rowling.

I had this story in my mind for years, but decided to start writing it down about 6 months ago. But wow, writing it down and getting rid of the million typo's takes.. well, time. I'm having a lot of fun though :)

Please note English is not my native language. If you like, let me know when a sentence is off. I appreciate the feedback.

I changed as less as possible about the canon story (because it is amazing), but I had to mess up the time line a bit to fit Gina's story in, and change sòme events.
Biggest changes (besides Severus having a love life) are:
- Voldemort returns after 6 years instead of 14, but the second wizarding war lasts 5 years instead of 3. This makes Harry 12 years old (instead of 17) when he beats Voldemort for good. Pretty bad ass right? I didn't want a huge age difference between Gina and Severus, so if that means Harry can start enjoying his life a few years earlier, so be it! Gina is not close to Harry though, so it's just a thing in the background.
- Severus falls in love with Lily at school but gets over her eventually when she doesn't return his feelings. Takes him a while though... He still becomes a spy after being a servant of the Dark Lord, but for different reasons. He survives the attack by Nagini, ànd he has a sister (whoo I know. But just wait, you'll love her. Sort of).
- Sirius Black doesn't get imprisoned after the first wizarding war but during the second. He still breaks out, but with help. He also survives. James and Lily die at the end of the first war, but the confrontation between Sirius and Peter happends later.
- The Triwizard Tournament is held between Hogwarts, Beauxbatons and Promodores school of Magic (Promodores Escuela de Magia). My main character is from Spain and I wanted her to be from a Spanish school of Magic. Sorry Durmstrang. Secondly, this Triwizard Tournament edition has four tasks, and starts out with twelve champions, four from each school. I thought that was more fun.
- I tried to keep the magic canon, but I did made up some potions, ingredients and some spells. Because the seventh years can't brew the Draught of Living Death every bloody lesson, can they?

I hope you enjoy the read!

Chapter one - A fresh start

September the first was a date Gina Aldaya had been looking forward to for four months. It was the day a new school year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in the Scotland would start, and she would be attending it. Eighteen years old and a seventh year, she had attended six years of magical education at Promodores Escuela de Magia in the east of Spain.

At the end of the previous school year, their headmaster, señor Gonzalez, a very strict man with a ferocious black beard, had told the students that next school year the Triwizard Tournament would take place at Hogwarts, a prestigious and highly esteemed magic school Gina had read a lot about over the years. Gina had taken her chances and had signed up immediately, and had been delighted she was chosen as one of the four students who would be entering the tournament in the name of Promodores. She would be spending the whole school year at Hogwarts and she couldn't be happier, not in the least that she would be a long way away from Spain for a while.

Gina had delicate features and long dark brown hair. Her best friend Jonne often said she looked like a mokka latte, with her smooth mokka skin and big almond shaped eyes. Gina often said Jonne looked like a banana pastiche pudding, which wasn't true, but it was good not to add to his already unusually high self-confidence.

Gina was a fanatic learner, and had spend the best part of her magical education in the library and empty classrooms with two study buddy's, often rushing trough her homework and studying spells, charms and curses and brewing potions that weren't in the curriculum of Promodores -often for good reasons. It had resulted in Gina being very good in healing spells, among other things. Thanks to her self study and upbringing, she was able to fight her way out of being held hostage on an island with guards, without a wand, which was actually something she had done. Everyone in her family had been trained stupid for any attack they could think of, for her family were the Spanish royals. The Spanish Royal House had been ruled -unknown by the Muggles- by witches and wizards for century's. Her uncle Alfredo Aldaya Pérez was currently king, but his health was suffering. He and her ant Isabella had a son, but rumours about his mental well-being had made the public take into account that a cousin would eventually inherit the throne. For this reason, anything Gina and her three cousins, Sofia, Jada and Inéz, did was considered highly interesting by the magical and non-magical community- and the press. As far as Gina was aware, her family had told the muggle press she had been following education at a private school for the last six years, no one of course knowing which school exactly.

Being closely watched and commentated on everything she did, said, and wore in Spain had been her biggest motivation to sign up for the Triwizard Tournament. That, and her maldición ex boyfriend Alejandro Martín Vargas. She was seriously considering moving abroad the moment she finished school, and she couldn't believe her luck that she could leave the country a year earlier, ànd improve her chances at being independent from her suffocating family. Because Gina had written a letter to the headmaster of Hogwarts the moment she had been told she had been chosen for the tournament, asking permission to follow classes in nine subjects and take exams at the end of the school year.

Nastily Exhausting Wizarding Tests (N.E.W.T.) were subject-specific exams that seventh-year witches and wizards at Hogwarts took to help them pursue certain careers after their graduation. Getting N.E.W.T's was very important to Gina, because she might want to live and work in Britain after school. Students at Promodores took H.M.A.'s (Habilidad Mágica Avanzada examenes, Advanced Magical Skill exams) after six years of study and she had enclosed her results with her application. She had also enclosed a personal letter of recommendation from her Transfiguration teacher. Within a week, Gina had received a letter from professor Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts school, Supreme Mugwump of the International Confederation of Wizards and Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot, telling her Hogwarts would be delighted to have her as a student.

Gina's parents had been less pleased she was going to Scotland, for just a few years before, a wizarding war had terrorised great Britain. Lord Voldermort, who was considered by many the most dangerous wizard of all times, had made a grab for power and war had raged Britain for eleven years, affecting both the magical and non magical community. Believing witched and wizards of pure blood, unaffected by muggle dilution, were superior and rightful to be in charge, Lord Voldermort and his followers had tortured and killed many who opposed him and his views. It had been very dark years and almost every witch and wizard in Britain had suffered terrible losses. Only three years ago Voldemort was stopped, by a little boy called Harry Potter. After killing Harry's parents, Voldemort had tried to kill the one year old boy. But instead of succeeding, Voldemort had suddenly disappeared, his power broken. Peace had returned, although many witches and wizards believed Voldemort wasn't dead, and many of Voldermorts followers had never been caught. Gina's family had tried to stop her from going to Britain for this reason, but Gina had left for London the moment the school year had ended, more than pleased to have an ocean between her and her family.

Having arrived late that afternoon, Gina was now standing in the Entrance Hall of Hogwarts castle. She was tingling with excitement and hadn't been able to sit still anymore. Her fellow students were still in the carriage. A spacious carriage in which they would live the whole school year, pulled by six thestrals -skeletal, winged horses with wide, leathery wings that resemble a bat's- in which they had flown quite comfortably across the North Sea. Her three fellow students had complained about the cold wind and low temperature when Gina had said she was going to the castle for the opening feast early.

'Twenty minutes early,' her best friend, Jonne Virtanen, had said in a tone that obviously should made her feel ridiculous. 'And we wonder why the press speculate about you being adopted. Spaniards don't come early Gina. We come fashionably late.'

'You aren't Spanish,' she pointed out.

He had ignored this.

Gina had walked over the lawn towards the great doors, looking out over the wide grounds and mountains that surrounded the enormous castle. In her Promodores uniform, thin, dark-red robes with the logo of the school -a storming bull- embroidered on the chest, it was indeed rather chilly.

The great front doors had been unlocked and Gina had entered a gigantic hallway, with ceilings high enough to house a cathedral. She looked around, impressed. She saw many doors. Two big painted ones, small wooden ones leading in all directions off the hall, small stairs leading down floors below the ground and in the middle of the hall, a set of wide marble stairs leading to the upstairs levels. She was just peering up the great stairs to look at what she could see of the the first floor, when a tall man wearing a black cloak came up the stairs from the dungeons. Gina looked at him and felt a wave of electricity hit her body when their eyes met. She stared at him. The man was rather pale, had straight, shoulder-length black hair, severely defined facial features and the darkest eyes she had ever seen.

They looked at each other, and instead of looking away, as polite people would have done, Gina wanted to walk over to him and see if his eyes were dark brown or black. His face didn't show any emotion, yet she thought she saw his eyes narrow a little. After a long moment, they both started walking at the same time. Her heart was beating in her chest, but before she could cover more than a few feet in his direction, the double doors to the grounds opened and a stream of loudly chatting students wearing black Hogwarts robes and pointed heats came in, preceded by a tall, black-haired witch in emerald-green robes. She had a very stern face and her hair was combed back in a tight bun. Gina saw her mouth was a thin line.

Gina felt thrown of her guard by the sudden noise. Most students looked at her curiously before they disappeared through the double doors on the right. Than the witch walked over to her, blocking the black haired man from view.

'Good evening', stammered Gina, still feeling as she had an electric shock, which as a kid she had, playing at a muggle friends house and putting her finger in the wall output. 'I-Im Gina Aldaya, from Promodores school of Magic. I'm a little early. I didn't mean to intrude.'

'Not a problem, miss Aldaya.' The witch was looking less stern now. 'I am professor McGonagall, Deputy Headmistress and professor of Transfiguration. Welcome to Hogwarts.'

'Thank you very much.'

'I hope you had a pleasant journey?'

'We did professor, thank you.'

'You may wait here for your Headmaster and fellow students. The delegation from Beauxbatons should be arriving shortly also. Oh, and wait for me tomorrow in the great Hall after breakfast, we will discuss the time table for your classes then,' professor McGonagall added.

Gina nodded. 'Thank you professor.'

Gina had already seen her fellow students enter the hallway, followed by their Headmaster, señor Gonzalez, who was in deep conversation with a vastly woman in beautiful aubergine coloured satin robes. She was at least eleven feet tall and had an beautiful, olive-skinned face with large, liquid-looking eyes. Her hair was drawn back in a shining knob at the base of her neck. Despite her size, Gina thought she was very elegant and graceful. Behind her, in her shadow, were four students, two girls and two boys, in pale blue robes. The Beauxbatons champions.

The Promodores and Beauxbatons students smiled a little nervously at each other while they waited for their Headmasters to finish their conversation. Gina looked around if she saw the black-haired man but he was gone.

Feeling strangely restless and agitated, Severus Snape made his way to the high table in the Great Hall, casting a glance at the Slytherin table to see if there were any disturbances about seating arrangements he needed to settle before taking a seat himself. He stared rather unseeingly at Kelvin Bletchley having a shouting match with Logan Higgs over six empty seats at the end of the long house table. Being the seats furthest away from the teachers, students often tried to reserve them. Most of the time this didn't went very well over at the Slytherin table, but today, Snape didn't care his students were making a lot of noise. He was distracted. He still felt oddly amazed by the run in with the unknown witch in the Entrance Hall. He hadn't expected anyone to be there when he made his way up from the dungeons. Perhaps a staff member. But instead he had been looking at the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. Slender, ranky with big, brown almond shaped eyes with long curled lashes, she had clearly been looking around in interest, and seemingly liked what she saw. Looking very well composed, she would have been haughtily looking if she hadn't been wearing an open, kind and curious expression on her delicate face. When they locked eyes he saw hers widen just a fraction, making them look even bigger. To his surprize, she hadn't looked at him as many of the students did, with caution and often fear in their eyes. She had just stared at him and he had stared back, feeling a strange tingling sensation and trying to fight the growing urge to close the distance between them and... and what? His feet had started moving without his consent at the same moment she started walking towards him. He had felt it was much safer to look at this girl from a distance, but his feet hadn't listened. Than the doors had opened and the flood of Hogwarts students had come in, casting cautious glances at hìm and curious and often admiring glances at the girl. Minerva had walked over to her and blocked her from his view. He wanted to know who she was. Deciding he could not just keep standing there, staring at her and waiting until she was finished talking to Minirva, he had cast a last glance at her and stalked into the Great Hall, which was getting crowded already. He suddenly wasn't dreading the arrival of the students for the new term so much anymore.

Gina and the delegations from Promodores and Beauxbatons were welcomed by professor Dumbledore a few minutes later. He was a very old, very thin wizard with a long white beard and kind twinkling blue eyes. Gina had read a lot about him. Albus Dumbledore was considered the greatest wizard of the age, and she was honoured when he shook everyone hand, saying he hoped for a fruitful and pleasant year together. Gina smiled widely at him when he remembered her name from their correspondence when she introduced herself, wishing her luck with her studies too.

He let them through the double doors through which Gina had seen the Hogwarts students go through earlier. There was an enormous dining hall behind it, with an even higher ceiling than the hallway. She stared up for a minute when she realised there wàs no ceiling to be seen at all. The students were sitting under a cloudy night.

The Hogwarts students were sitting at four long tables, chatting merrily and looking expectant at the empty plates and goblets in front of them. Many were looking curiously at the guest students and their Headmasters. In the back Gina could see another, shorter table, facing the other four.

Professor McGonagall, who had came walking towards them, gestured them to take a seat. They did so, Gina and her fellow students at the table to second from the left, the students at Beauxbatons at the table to their right. Gina saw Jonne smile and wink at a pretty girl two seats away.

Professor Dumbledore had taken his place at the fifth table and scraped his throat. The students fell silent, though Gina saw surprised that some already had fork and knives in hand. She thought that was rather rude. When thèir Headmaster spoke at Promodores, the students wouldn't dare do something like that. She shifted in her seat. From the other side of the hall she couldn't see Dumbledore very well, but his voice was loud and clear. Gina wondered if it had been amplified by magic.

'Ahem. A good evening to you all,' professor Dumbledore said smiling. 'And to our guests of Beauxbatons Academy of Magic and Promodores School of Magic, and our new students this year, welcome to Hogwarts. To our older students, welcome back. There are a lot of exciting things to be said about the upcoming school year and of course the Triwizard Tournament, but now is not yet the time. First, let us eat and drink.' He clapped his hands once and the tables were suddenly filled with hundreds of plates with lots of steaming hot dishes most of them Gina had never seen before.

'Fantástico', said José Aguado Cobo enthusiastic, a broad-shouldered Spanish boy with thick eyebrows. Gina had always considered him a little slow, never standing out in class, and she had been a little surprised he had been chosen as a champion. Perhaps there was more to him than met the eye. She watched as he started gulping down savoury pie while chewing with his mouth open. But maybe not.

'English pudding, Gina?' Jonne said merrily, taking her plate and grabbing a spoon from a bowl.

'That's not pudding you twat,' said Gina. 'And no.' She stole his plate and got some beans and potatoes for herself. It was very tasty.

Jonne, blond, blue eyed and handsome, with his distinqued straight nose and sharp cheekbones, looked as though Gina hurt him greatly.

'You'll get over it,' said Gina between two spoonsful of potatoes with rosemary.

'Oh I will,' said Jonne, choosing a piece of shepherd's pie himself, after asking the girl he had winked at earlier what is was. He dropped his voice. 'Have you looked around yet? Maybe three hundreds new students. Half of them girls, probably, give or take.'

'Probably,' agreed Gina.

'That's one hundred and fifty girls, Gina.'

'You are forgetting most of them are kìds, Joni.'

'Ah, yes I did.' Jonne considered this. 'Still, that would leave forty, fifty girls. That's a lot of, you know.' He waved his eyebrows. 'Opportunities.'

'I'm not really into girls,' Gina said.

'You should try it sometimes.'

'I have, I'm not hooked.'

Gabriela Ponciano, their other champion, had listened to their conversation and looked at them in disgust. 'Can we have a normal conversation please?'

'José is sitting right there,' Jonne said, pointing with his fork. 'Help yourself.' He turned back to Gina. 'You should get on the English horse you know.'

'That's disgusting Jon.'

'I didn't hear you complain during the summer. I dìd hear you-'

Gina stamped on his foot under the table.

'You are not in love with him are you?'

'Of course not.'

'Good. No good replacing Alejandro with anoth-'

'Don't talk to me about that coño,' said Gina fiercely. 'Gabriela, are you still in for boring conversation? I'm ready.'

Gabriela gave her a dirty look. They had never been good friends.

Gina ate her way through her helping of champignons, and than puddings appeared. She chose a interesting looking pastry she thought was a scone, ignoring Jonne who wanted to give her a slice of pale, greenish pudding. She bend forward to talk to the students to his right.

'Excuse me, may I ask you something?'

The little group of Hogwarts students fell silent. A boy with long, red hair in a ponytail answered. Gina noticed he had stubble on his cheeks and an earring in one ear. He was very good looking.

'Of course,' he said, smiling at her. 'I am Bill Weasley, by the way.'

'Gina, pleasure to meet you,' she said smiling back. 'What is the reason behind the four tables?'

She had noticed students from different tables had different emblems on their robes. She had seen a scarlet and gold lion and a blue and bronze eagle thus far.

'These are house tables,' Bill explained. 'The Hogwarts students are sorted into houses at the beginning of their first year. You missed the sorting ceremony just before you came in unfortunately. We have four: Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Each house has certain qualities they value most.'

'That's very interesting,' Gabriela said.

'Promodores doesn't have houses?' Bill asked.

Gina saw Jonne snigger a little when Bill said Prómódorès.

'No,' Gabriela went off excitedly. 'We are grouped based on qualification and skill sometimes though, for certain lessons mostly, but we generally just work with the students in our year. For some classes we are divided into levels, transfiguración y pociones for example.'

'What are the qualities that you mentioned, Bill? That set the houses apart?' Gina asked interestedly.

'Well, you are sitting at the Gryffindor table,' Bill began. 'We value bravery, daring and nerve.

'No backing away from a fight at this table than, José grinned. I'll keep the the Gryffindor champion in mind.'

'That would be me,' Bill grinned back. He continued. 'Students who have a great thirst for knowledge, and those who are curious and creative often get sorted into Ravenclaw.'

A boy sitting next to Bill rolled his eyes. 'By creative he means odd as hell. Eccentric more like. Always the talk about intelligence and knowledge... They will just do anything for good grades. Teachers pets they are.'

Bill ignored him and continued.

'Hufflepuffs, they are the ones with with the yellow and black badger on their robes, are patient, hard workers. They will play fair and are very loyal.'

'Go ahead Bill, describe Slytherin,' the boy on Bills right said in a surprisingly hard tone. Gina didn't like him much. She saw Bill hesitate for a moment.

'The fourth house is Slytherin, and-'

'They are gits,' the boy on his right said.

'Shut it Derek,' Bill said. 'Slytherin values ambition, self-preservation and resourcefulness.'

'And being Pure-blood,' Gina heard the boy murmur.

'That is something they value too,' Bill admitted. 'Hogwarts was founded by a group of four very powerful witches and wizards. Salazar Slytherin preferred students of who came from all wizarding families, and it's still taking into account at the sorting.'

Severus was staring at the students without eating much. He sat at the staff table between Flitwick and Sinistra. Haven taken a seat on the opposite side of the enormous hall at the Gryffindor and Ravenclaw table, he couldn't see the new students from his point of view, but he had seen the Promodores students wearing the same red robes that she wore. So she was Spanish.

A Spanish student, he corrected himself.

One of the female Promodores champions had requested permission to follow classes at Hogwarts. Maybe it was her. If there were two girls and two boys from each school, there was a 50% chance it was her. Than she would be in his class. He pushed his plate away from him.

'Not enjoying the feast, professor Snape?' Flitwick squeaked beside him.

Severus ignored him.

Gina's thoughts had wondered off and she looked at Jonne, the only one in the hall who was still eating.

'It's actually really tasty,' said Jonne, taking another spoonful of pale pudding.

'Everyone is waiting for you,' Gina said. Jonne shrugged and continued to eat his pudding at his ease. When he was finally done eating, the plates suddenly cleaned themselves, sparkling gold in the candle light again.

Dumbledore stood up.

'A very good evening to you again. And to our guests, a very warm welcome to you. I hope you all have enjoyed our delicious feast and have recovered a bit from your travels. Over the next school year, as I have told our older students before the summer, we will be able to enjoy the Triwizard Tournament, a magical competition between the three largest European schools of wizardry. Four students from each school, Beauxbatons Academy of Magic'- he indicated the students in pale blue - 'Promodores School of Magic' - he indicated Gina and her fellow students - 'and Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry will be challenged in four tasks, testing your magical ability, intelligence, and courage. And the winner...' Dumbledore looked around the hall at the eagerly listening students. 'The winner will win the honour and glory of winning the Tournament, the Triwizard Cup, and a thousand Galleons prize money.'

The hall was very quiet.

'The champions will be marked on how well they perform each task. During the first task, three to six champions will be eliminated. And more will not continue after the second task. And the remaining four after the second task, will participate in the third, and the forth task. The champion with the highest total of points after the fourth task will win the Triwizard Cup.'

Dumbledore looked around, smiling. 'I hope that the coming year will be fruitful in many ways. The former tournaments have lead to life long friendships between witches and wizard of different nationalities and my hope is this edition will be no different. But for now, I wish you all a very good night.'

Benches were scraped backwards as three hundred students stood up and made for the double doors, chatting loudly. Gina and her fellow Promodores students waited for señor Gonzalez, who resumed talking to professor Dumbledore for a moment. When he walked over to them, they stood up quickly.

'De vuelta al carruaje', he barked. Back to the carriage. 'Y levántese derecho señor Virtanen.' Jonne stood up straight, shooting Gina a look. They walked over the dark lawn to the carriage, which was parked close to the edge of the forest. Gina saw another, powder blue carriage parked two hundred yards away.

'I want you to go to bed directly,' their Headmaster said, again looking sternly at Jonne. 'I want you up early for breakfast first thing in the morning. Buenas noches.'

They all wished him good night and they retreated to their rooms.

Gina had a hard time falling asleep that night. The new impressions of that day floated through her mind, and she had to get used to the sounds from the nearby forest. Arriving at Promodores school this morning already felt like a week ago. After six years of studying together, she had felt a little lost without Alejandro and Sandro, and she had been glad when they took off with the carriage. Laying awake, she thought of Hogwarts and the black-haired man in the Entrance Hall, piercing her with his intense dark eyes. She had never seen such eyes before. She turned restless in bed, thinking of Alejandro's brown ones, in which she had never detected a trace of the lies he had told her. She stomped in her pillow. She had always loved that coños eyes. Her hand squeezed the blankets subconsciously, like gripping a wand, and she fell asleep mumbling something that sounded very much like a conjunctivitis jinx.