Summary: Severus had but one dream as a child and a teen, but when he finally tasted the truth, it was far more bitter than sweet.
Beta Love: Dragon and the Comfy Pillow, Dutchgirl01 and the Tasty Cheese Sammich, the Ever-Elusive Commander Shepard
A/N: Corvus has been lured back into Diablo IV by friends. Death to creativity.
A Moment of Clarity
The beauty is that through disappointment you can gain clarity, and with clarity comes conviction and true originality.
Conan O'Brien
Severus stood in the doorway to his bathroom, his black silk sleep pants hanging loosely from his slim hips as one hand half-slid into the waistband. His hair was wet from a shower, and his chest hair glistened with moisture.
His dark eyes were, as they were often, unfathomably black. His lips were flat in a half-scowl as his brows knit together in a sharp but dour expression.
A red-headed female rose from the velvety tangle of duvet on the bed, her hair seemingly slithering in all directions on the pillow and the sheets. Her face was flushed, her nightshirt distinctively absent as her hair curled around her breasts. Her lips pulled into a pout as she looked up at him.
"What is it that you really want, Lily?"
"Isn't it obvious?" the redhead answered.
"As freeing as it was to get certain things out of my system," Severus said, "I know you do not find me even remotely attractive. You never have. So why would you suddenly find me and my cock so fascinating last night? What trouble are you in that throwing yourself at me is the most effective solution?"
"I know we didn't part ways well," Lily said with a pout. "I've realised I should have given you more understanding back then."
Snape's face turned into a scowl. "You had me grovelling on my hands and knees, kissing your feet, and you wouldn't even turn your head but to spit at me. You have Potter wrapped around your little finger. You have wealth. You have standing. So, I ask you again. Why are you here?"
"I thought you'd be happier," Lily said.
"Oh, this is my happy face," Severus said. "I've finally realised that compulsion on me was not of my own making."
Lily stilled. "Whatever do you mean?"
Severus' smile was not a kind one, a pull of malevolence tugged at his lips as darkness shadowed his eyes.
"Tell me, Lily," he said coolly. "You arrive here in a flurry of mystery—back from the dead. You float in like a reigning goddess to pull her supplicants to her bosom and pat the heads of babies. Everyone calls it a miracle. To have survived the Dark Lord's attempt to murder. And yet, with all the fame and all the wonder, you suddenly float across that ballroom and snog me senseless. Our parting was not kind. Your death—a torment. A chain to a man with more plans than trust. And I was overcome with that same teenage lust. That burning desire. That need. That undeniable need to prove myself worthy of your—slightest approval."
Lily's face turned into a frown. "Everyone has someone they desire, Sev. Is it so wrong to finally be able to pursue it?"
"With a married woman?" Severus said with a snort. "But, I suppose I must thank you."
Lily's lips turned up into a smile.
"Did Potter know he married a siren?"
Lily's eyes widened in surprise and then narrowed. "I have no idea what you mean."
"The desire—the lust," Severus said. "I know, now, because of you—the difference between having and wanting. The wanting is your hook. Your influence. Your power over men. Even those that hated you still wanted you, and it made that power grow. And with that bit of unforgiveness on your part and my helpless desire for your approval and forgiveness, you snared the one that offered you money and status—but with one problem. A child would, if female, inherit the gene. You could, of course, be infertile, but—then you'd lose the marriage due to that old pureblood desire for the name to carry on. You could only hope that you had a boy child. And that said child would, when it came to it, also have a male child."
"You're delusional," Lily scoffed. "Why would I, even if it were true, do that?"
"Why indeed," Severus said, his lip twitching just slightly. "I think perhaps you left something with me," he mused. "Something you just took back with our impromptu shag. Something you gave me back while I was too busy grovelling to notice."
"And whatever would that be?" Lily asked with one slim brow arched, clearly humouring him.
"Your supernatural legacy, all wrapped up in my angst and guilt—feelings so strong that no one would ever notice what you put there. The legacy you needed to be gone—at least, for a time. Lest it be passed on to whatever child you bore. Or if—gods forbid—you laid an egg."
Lily shook her head in vehement denial. "Do you even hear yourself, Sev?"
"My ears are working quite well," Severus said smoothly. "There was a distinct flaw in your plan, by the way."
"There was no plan, Sev," Lily insisted as she hastily pulled on her clothes.
"I can only be fertile with my blooded mate," Severus said with a peaceful smile. "If you want sperm, I fear you will have to get it the traditional way—without your supernatural legacy. Provided that you would even want a child that couldn't be a siren."
Lily gathered her things in a huff. "I've heard enough," she snapped. "When you feel like talking like a normal person, you can look me up."
"Don't you want to know how I know?" Severus asked, leaning on the doorframe as Lily was half out his door.
Lily huffed, turning to face him. "You'll tell me anyway, I'm sure."
Severus smiled, and his dark eyes seemed to grow even darker. "True love's kiss."
Lily's face seemed to freeze in place. "Impossible," her mouth worked, but no sound came out.
"You see, I have a secret too," Severus said. He smiled, only this time, it was both Dark and genuine. "I promised my mate that her very first meal would be to die for."
Lily's expression turned to horrified realisation as Severus ran one very long claw along his bottom lip. His lips parted to show the flash of fangs.
There was a sudden blur of movement, and Lily shrieked as something pulled her into the door, slamming it, and fire hit her neck as fangs sank into her skin and found her artery.
Lily could only vaguely realise that the arm that was holding her fast was covered in feathers.
Siren feathers.
Lily fell to the ground, her heart beating frantically to pump the blood that wasn't actually there to be circulated.
A young woman with bushy brown hair mixed with feathers smiled at her serenely, her mouth masked with Lily's crimson blood. Her tongue licked over her lips with a languid pass, lazy and clearly in great enjoyment.
"Lily Potter," a stern voice said as a number of Apparates sounded off. "You are under arrest for the use of unauthorised supernatural influence for personal gain and the attempt to magically influence and rape Severus Snape as well as subjugate your husband, James Potter, into marriage. You do not have to say anything, but it may harm your defence if you do not mention when questioned something which you later rely on in Wizengamot. Anything you do say may be given in evidence."
Lily felt a potion vial being put to her lips even as she was being restrained by spells. Her heartbeat soon slowed as her body began to produce more blood to fill her starving vessels. She struggled against the spells that held her, screaming, "He's a bloody vampire! Arrest him! They attacked me!"
"Vampire siren, actually," Severus said with a shrug. "First of my kind—or second, depending on how you view the timing of it all." He drew the bushy-haired siren into his arms as they kissed tenderly. He licked the blood from her mouth, cleaning it off with a tender smile. "Have a good meal, my love?"
"Mmmhmm," the siren-vampire female purred. "You always keep your promises."
"Always," Severus rumbled.
"Well, the good news is, the geas she put on you is completely gone," Poppy said as she completed her scans on Severus. "And you'll be happy to know you're pregnant. Well, she is." She grinned at him as Minerva gave Hermione a hug and a large mug of tea.
Poppy gave a heavy sigh. "I'm sorry, Severus. I had no idea what was going on under my very nose. I didn't even think to look."
Severus tilted his head, and the sound of bones realigned in his neck signalled the release of tension.
"How could you possibly have known when I myself—had no idea of the depths of the deception?" Severus said after a while. "It was not until I revealed what I was to Hermione and begged her not to be afraid of what I was—"
"We shared a first kiss, and she transformed into a siren before my eyes. That was the moment that we suspected something was—amiss."
Poppy stared. "That must have been—incredibly awkward."
"You have no idea," Severus said. "She asked me if that was why I asked her to trust me."
"That seems strangely fitting that she would question turning into a siren but not that you were a vampire," Poppy said with puckered lips.
Severus knit his eyebrows together and sighed. "Only she would be completely accepting that I'm a vampire, but then searching through every book afterwards to see if vampires can evolve into sirens during a mating bond."
"You were researching too," Hermione said as she wrapped her arms around his waist from behind and snuggled into his back.
"For all the bloody good that did us," Severus said. "I started an internal debate between departments trying to figure out if we were sirens or harpies instead of whether it could happen at all!"
Hermione snuggled more thoroughly into his back with a birdlike chirr that sounded similar to a budgie talking to a cockatiel and having an entire conversation with his back.
"Are you flirting with my back?" Severus questioned.
"Is it working?" Hermione murmured into his robes where his head feathers crested over his robes.
Severus was silent, but a crest of feathers on his head rose up with pointed interest in his mate long before the glint of his also-interested fangs flashed as his lips briefly parted in a soft hiss.
"Tomato, toe-mah-toe," Poppy scoffed. "Whatever you are now, you've definitely thrown a spanner into Mrs Potter's plans for—whatever her plans were."
"To gather her siren-heritage and steal a child from me," Severus said. "Pity she wasn't paying attention in class, but vampires can only mate and have viable offspring with their mate otherwise there is no live conception."
"You didn't exactly advertise that, Severus," Poppy pointed out.
"No, but it didn't stop half the bloody school from thinking I was a vampire and leaving garlic and crucifixes lying around to see if I'd spontaneously forget to assign them detention," Severus muttered.
Hermione grimaced. "I told Harry and Ron they were being ridiculous."
"You didn't think I was a vampire?" Severus mused.
"I didn't wish to assume," Hermione said with a gusty sigh. "For all I knew, you were simply anaemic and naturally grumpy. I am kind of relieved, though. You had the most intense stare that made shivers go down my spine, and I really, really wanted to know if that tingling feeling would get stronger if I managed to get closer to you—and I thought everyone felt that way."
Severus grimaced. "I hope not while you were a child."
"Well, I will admit you did catch my eye after you sent Lockhart flying when you duelled him in my third year. But I didn't really notice-notice until I saw you in your dress robes at the Yule ball. It was all downhill from there—but I thought it utterly hopeless."
"Such bonds are not supposed to rear their annoying chemistry until after you are mature," Severus said with a wince. "For that, I am sorry."
"Don't be, it was confusing enough thinking I was attracted to Ronald. Believe me, you made for a far better fantasy. And you were completely untouchable, so a very safe fantasy in my head. Besides, at the time, I was convinced you hated the very air I breathed. It was definitely a safe fantasy I never thought might become reality one day."
Hermione shrugged. "Until—"
"Don't leave us hanging, lass," Minerva encouraged as she passed Poppy a steaming mug of tea.
"I gave him the breath of life—Muggles call it CPR, too—in the shack," Hermione said softly. "I thought he was dying and—well, he wasn't dying, technically, and that first touch changed everything."
"You have no idea how hard it was not to claim you right then and there—" Severus confessed.
"I doubt I would have complained," Hermione admitted, flushing as her feathers crested upwards on her head.
"I doubt you would have taken my being a vampire quite so easily under the duress of me stress-feeding on you," Severus observed. "I did manage to hold myself together, feign a Christmas miracle, and send you off to save Potter and Weasley from their imbecilic selves."
Hermione chuckled.
"So, when the war was over and done, Mrs Potter just came out of hiding? I thought you said you'd seen her dead body?" Minerva was, apparently, and perhaps quite understandably confused.
"I thought it was—believe me—no one was more surprised than me to see her waltz onto the scene during the Ministry's after-war ball," Severus said ruefully. "Unfortunately for her and fortunately for myself—Hermione had already accepted my, erm, love bite by then, and we already knew there was something strange going on. Since Hermione always does her research, she had a feeling that Lily would make an appearance to take back the "gift" she had thought safely hidden inside me. All I had to do was play along and, well, tell the Head Boss of Us where to place her people."
Severus frowned. "I did have to develop a thorough scourgifying shower charm, however. I didn't want a single cell of hers left on me."
Hermione touched his cheek. "I am sorry."
Severus shook his head and sighed. "I did it willingly enough. I didn't like it, but it was necessary. And watching you drain her to the point of death—had a certain releasing cathartic bliss that told me she was well and truly out of my system."
Severus smiled as his hand went over her abdomen, his birdlike talons curling delicately over her semi-feathered skin. "There were certain rather purrable results, however."
"Post-coital feed saturated blood-induced fertility?" Hermione said with a sultry chuckle.
Severus put the tip of his tongue on the end of one canine with a tilted head. "Mm."
"Not to be the village idiot, laddie," Minerva said, "but how did I see you grow up if you were a vampire?"
"I was cursed by an angry gypsy," Severus said, utterly deadpan.
"No, really, how?" Minerva insisted.
Severus gave her the eyebrow.
"Wait, really?"
"I wouldn't Turn her, so she cursed me to live a life just as painfully mortal as she had, in the hopes that when I 'matured' again I would be so horrified that I'd find her and Turn her on the spot," he said. "She died a few years after from, ironically, her own people thinking she was a strigoi, and her head was removed, stuffed with a rock, her heart removed and cut in two, a nail was driven into her forehead,and her body crushed under a boulder. I'm sure there were other things done to her corpse that are equally horrifying, but there are some Romanians that take the threat of strigoi very—seriously. The irony, of course, is that her curse made me mortal during my young life relived, so she was far more vampiric to a superstitious soul than I was. Not that I remained in that area for any reason."
Minerva's eyes widened.
"Fortunately for myself, true love's kiss released me from a few embarrassing situations I found myself in," Severus admitted. "I will not have to experience the delights of puberty ever again, thank you very much, please and thank you."
Hermione touched his cheek tenderly. "I love you."
"Hn," Severus murmured. "I am very glad of it."
"Being able to walk in the sun without itching is also a plus?" Hermione asked.
"Very plus," Severus admitted. "Though I might give the Wizarding World a heart attack if I showed up anywhere with a tan."
Hermione smiled mischievously. "I look forward to basking in the chaos."
"So when is the trial?" Poppy asked.
Severus shrugged. "The Wizengamot still isn't done processing the remains of the Dark Lord's old army," he said. "It might be a while—but since she did influence an old pureblood family, it might be pushed up. Especially since it's Potter's family with him being the Boy-Who-Lived-To-Cry-About-It."
"Severus," Hermione huffed, but there was no venom in it.
"Shall I—" Severus rumbled, "make it up to you?"
His eyes bled crimson as his fangs lengthened. He wrangled his mate into his arms and disappeared with a deafening crack and Hermione's startled squeal of pleasure.
Minerva exchanged looks with Poppy. "Kids."
Time passes…
The prisoners of Azkaban were surrounded in a glorious tropical paradise, but none of them would ever dare attempt to escape.
Well, not anymore.
No, because the towering trees that surrounded Azkaban were bloody well rooted in the almost oppressively tropical climate that supported them.
One had tried to escape—
Oh so long ago.
They found his bones picked clean and his skeleton bleached amidst the growing vines and suspiciously hostile bark—trees covered in armoured spines that secreted both a poisonous sap and, if one was stupid enough to keep going, would be filled with the venomous payload. The seeds would randomly explode when ripened or (gods forbid) they fell on someone, sending wickedly sharp shrapnel flying at speeds exceeding 250 km per hour—far faster than any wandless witch or wizard weakened by their time in Azkaban could possibly hope to evade.
Their remains were eagerly noshed upon by happy Lethifolds with their souls arguably either Dementor food or escaped to the the Afterlife—
And if, by some astronomical impossibility, someone somehow escaped the jungle border—there were the sirens.
Sirens whose melodious drones had the prisoners stripping down to their starkers and running back toward Azkaban—
What didn't kill you—inevitably tried again.
"Mummy!"
"Yes, sweetling?" Hermione answered as she enjoyed a sunny preening from her mate.
"Why are people so dumb?"
Hermione snorted. "Cassia, you know better than to call other people dumb."
Cassia's face twisted as she tried to rephrase her question. "Why do people keep making really stupid mistakes over and over again, eventually resulting in their deaths?"
Hermione gave her mate the side eye of blame.
Severus gave her a tender kiss on the temple as he preened her head crest feathers.
"The people in Azkaban have already, arguably, made horrible decisions that led them here in the first place, and their sanity is questionable, even with the changes in how the Dementors patrol."
"But the Dementors are so nice!" Cassia argued, seemingly making her point as the nearby Dementor floated by and refilled her limeade with a chilled hoar-frosted glass. "Thanks, Grandfather!"
The large Dementor patted her gently on the head and floated on his way to—wherever Dementors went on their off time.
"Yes, they are," Hermione agreed. "When they aren't working."
Cassia sipped from her glass of iced limeade and sighed. "Do I have to go to Hogwarts, mum? What if they make fun of me there?"
Hermione sighed. "You cannot assume that they will, but if they are wise, they won't, and those are the ones that should be your friends. Those are the ones that you should keep close to you."
"But, Mum," Cassia protested, "your friends were such total wankers!"
Hermione's eyes closed, a little crimson power leaking from her formerly brown eyes. Her head feathers flattened a bit with annoyance. Power dripped off her feathers and hair as they rippled and writhed like a living mane.
"Language, Daughter," Severus said with a voice that rumbled as if coming from deep within the Earth.
It was the voice that his daughter knew all too well. Her head crest immediately flattened in submission, her muscles tensed.
A nervous chirr escaped her mouth. "I'm sorry." She grimaced. "I apologise, Mummy."
She perked. "But Uncle Harry eventually grew up, right, Daddy?"
Severus sighed. "He is—tolerably competent these days, yes."
"So, people can get better, right?" Cassia asked.
"With the proper motivation," Severus rumbled as he touched Hermione on the cheek, "I suppose anything is possible."
Hermione smiled at him, placated from her earlier anger.
"I guess I'll give it a chance," Cassia announced and promptly flew off her perch to chase the Lethifolds around the rainforest.
Hermione sighed, shaking her head.
"She'll be just fine, love," Severus said with an amused chuckle. "She has a level of social prowess that surpasses the both of us, and all the tact of a rampaging Mastodon with a toothache."
Hermione laughed and rewarded her mate with a passionate kiss. "I love you."
"And I you," Severus said with a warm smile. "Always."
Meanwhile, languishing in her shared cell with a certain infamous unregistered beetle Animagus, the Prophet's own Rita Skeeter, Lily Potter served her sentence for a multitude of crimes while in envious sight of the one-time best friend she had betrayed, watching as he and his wife flourished and raised a happy family right outside of her prison window.
While a healthy and happy young siren with lush raven curls frolicked and chased Lethifolds in and out of the rainforest on graceful wings made for speed.
It just wasn't fair. She'd done everything to set herself up to provide for her future egg, and then Severus had gone and ruined it for her.
He wasn't supposed to find true love!
He wasn't supposed to have a supernatural heritage!
How had she not detected it?
And Sev was a sodding vampire?
Impossible!
And he found someone who was attracted to—
To—
That horribly imperfect mug of his?
And now he—
He—
He had a bloody siren's voice on top of that admittedly delicious rumble—the one perfect thing he'd had about him?
And a crest of feathers that made him look like the ultimate example of divine sexiness that had ever blessed sirenkind?
NO!
Impossible.
IMPOSSIBLE!
But as she stood at the barred window glowering darkly at the rainforest, she heard that gorgeous voice singing to its mate, and she knew it well. And the shape of blackest of black feathers blotted out the sun as he gleefully chased after his golden-brown mate over the treetops—
And she sang back to him.
Had the bars not been there to prevent it, she would have surely thrown herself out of the window in a futile attempt to fly without wings—
Oh, what had she done?!
She had given a vampire the gift of the sun.
She had given a mere mortal girl the gift of the skies, the wind, and the power of the storms.
And she had given it up in a foolish bid for human wealth and status that her human son now reaped—and after having shunned her for her perceived part in his neglectful upbringing by Petunia and Vernon Dursley.
And the sacrifice of the late Sirius Black, something Harry had viewed as unnecessary had she and James only been there—
But no—
James had survived only to realise he'd been royally had—
And since her siren legacy had anchored in someone else—all her power over James and—anyone else had gone, evaporating like fog.
She was normal now.
Plain.
Ordinary.
At least before, all she had to do was tap into the siren power she had safely anchored in Severus. Safe and unnoticed—
It wasn't fair.
Rita let out a raucous, cackling laugh. "You're such a piece of work, aren't you? A right red-headed stepchild who is nothing without her supernatural powers. I bloody hate that vile little bushy-haired witch, but you—you're going to be the subject of my next novel. The Fall of the House of Potter has quite a ring to it, don't you think?"
"You horrid little instigating BITCH!" Lily screeched in fury and launched herself at her as they both proceeded to beat the everliving shite out of each other.
"Seen enough, Uncle Harry?" a young female voice asked.
"Yeah," Harry answered slowly. "I think I have."
As the young siren sank her talons into the shoulders of his robes and carried him off into the sky, Lily frozen in place in horror that she had been watched—
"Harry—Harry, wait!"
Lily took a wild punch directly in the face as Rita grabbed her by the hair and yanked her back into reality.
Reality flew her son away on the wings of a pretty young siren with a strength of wings and magic that Lily could have only dreamed of having when she was a child being raised by the Evans family.
Still, Sev couldn't get being a siren right—they should have had multiple chicks and raised only the strongest in the clutch, banishing the rest of the eggs to be fostered out to the human world to build their power base there—
No, instead they had chosen to have only one hatchling and raised her attentively as a supernatural human—
She had created—something entirely new and different.
High on the true top of Mount Olympus, carefully hidden from mortal eyes, Zeus drank from his goblet of wine as he held the clay figurines of a certain family of sirens that stood apart from the devolved selfish creatures he and his brother had originally blessed ever so long ago.
Poseidon took the figures in his hand and smiled down at them. "They look like they are going to be precisely what we wanted so long ago, brother."
Zeus nodded. "Creatures of the sea and air—to remind humanity that there are some powers that are far greater than their minds can fathom—the lingering echo of the gods and the fickle nature of your tempestuous seas."
Poseidon smiled. "So, will you bless them? I would hate to see such a success fall to the endless machinations of mortals."
Zeus closed his eyes for a moment. "My bolts will strike their home trees and imbue their bodies with my blessing," he replied. "As your storms embrace their bodies with the meeting of land and sea. They will carry the whispers of the true gods in their lives, touching all that meet them with what they have overlooked in a world of such modern forgetfulness."
Poseidon nodded in satisfaction. "Good." He gently placed the clay figures within an ornate effigy of a tree home surrounded by the waves of his domain. "I will bless their Dementors and Lethifolds with the immunity to the sun and light, so they will never be companionless in the world."
Hera tutted and cast her hand over the clay figures, changing the dreary looks of the Dementors and Lethifolds to shower the colours of the forest and the peacocks. "I at least make it look good," she tutted. "If you are going to christen our new heralds, they should look the part."
She tapped their clay figures, and each of them gained a rainbow of feathers to replace the dour black and browns—feathers that shimmered with a supernatural shift of vibrant colours that moved and changed depending on the land they were in.
Poseidon and Zeus exchanged bemused glances and shrugged together just as Athena walked in with Ares.
"You're not going to leave us out, are you?" Ares ribbed, spoiling for a hint of a fight.
It wasn't long before the whole of Olympus had their say in the future of the new vampire-sirens.
All but Apate—who sat pouting in her dark corner of her mother Nyx's domain. Her plan to sow discord and deceit into the world had backfired spectacularly, giving power to Oizys, the personification of suffering, and Momos, who embodied blame—or even Eris, who revelled in causing strife. Now the greater gods were giving the victims even more blessings to spread the wonder of the ancient gods to even more mortals below.
Now they were untouchable by her and the minor gods.
Lest the greater gods smite them firmly into their place.
It just wasn't fair.
As the sun set in a post-storm lightshow below, Severus wrapped his now-prismatic wings around his mate, his fangs meeting her slender neck in an affectionate kiss. She yielded to his fangs, allowing him to take her blood to sate his hunger after having led him on a very merry chase across the forest and skies and over the tumbling waves.
He pressed his talons against her feathered abdomen as he pulled away only to tuck her against his body.
"You led me on quite the merry chase, my mate," he rumbled.
"I couldn't have you thinking I would be such an easy catch," Hermione answered back cheekily.
"I would never," Severus purred as he snuggled with her. "Am I building a nest for one or two eggs, do you think?"
Hermione smiled at him. "I think two," she said as she pressed her hand to her belly. "Is that okay?"
Severus let out a huffing laugh. "Beloved, you could lay a clutch, and I would be ecstatic. We will gain our revenge upon the world even while bringing our blessings to the world via a life well lived."
Hermione kissed his cheek and tucked in underneath his great wings. A bit later, a sneaky young siren shuffled up against her parents, tucking herself under their joined wings for a pre-Hogwarts cuddle.
"You won't forget me when I'm away at school?" Cassia asked nervously.
Severus and Hermione wrapped their wings tighter around their nervous spawn. "Never."
Cassia smiled and snuggled with her parents as the sun set over Azkaban and their rainforest home. "Do you think the gods approve of us?"
"I think so," Hermione said. "I was thinking we should craft a shrine tree to honour the old gods. A fitting thank you for all those that have blessed us."
"Can I help?" Cassia asked eagerly.
"Of course," Severus said. "Don't be silly." He ruffled her head feathers.
Cassia beamed and took comfort in her parents' love for her. As she always had and always would. Even many years later, when she had her own tree home and a mate of her own.
But that—would be a story for another time.
Fin.
A/N: OMG, A CORVUS SHORT SHORTY SHORT SHORT!
WHAT?!
(Meanwhile, a newbie guard stationed in Azkaban took one look at the brightly coloured, oddly stylish Dementors and Lethifolds, put down his butterbeer and proceeded to pour and guzzle an extra-strong mug of Scottish black tea.)