A/N: Welcome to Blooming Flowers, the third and final part in this series. Like stated in the last chapter of Four Seasons, everything will be revealed. Greg's fate, the mysterious figure, and Fenrir and Harry's relationship finally takes off. Enjoy the first chapter!
Warnings: Slash, Underage (16), Fluff, Humor, and a bit of Angst.
Pairings: Severus/Voldemort, Fenrir/Harry, Hermione/?
And Life Goes On
The door opened silently and then a large blur rushed though and leaped upon the bed. A head with wild black hair poked out from under the covers and groaned when the large furry body flopped down on him.
"Alright, alright," Harry groaned again when Padfoot started nudging his face with his wet nose. "I'm up, I'm up!"
The boy pushed away the dog who hopped off the bed, sat down on his haunches and waited.
"Do you have to do that every time?" Harry glared at him.
Padfoot barked once before giving a doggy grin and wagging his tail. Rolling his eyes, Harry got out of bed. Padfoot followed him into the hall and to the bathroom, waiting outside while Harry used the loo, washed his face and and bushed his teeth.
With Padfoot following him like a shadow, Harry headed to his sister's room. He knocked on the closed door before quietly opening it, she and everyone else were still sleep. Padfoot flopped down in the doorway as Harry went and opened the curtains, having learned his lesson the last time he leaped onto the girl's bed when the cat had been sleeping on it.
His sister groaned when Harry pulled back the curtains and let in the morning sunlight. Nine more groans sounded from the walls.
"I should have slept in the pond."
"You can't breathe underwater."
"I'm a magical interpretation of a fictional character, that is an interpretation of character with a much sadder ending. I think I'll be fine."
"The fact that you can even say full sentences after just waking up is the real magic."
Chuckling at the nine sleepy princesses, Harry went about waking his sister who had yet to emerge from underneath the covers she had pulled over her head.
"Hermione," he said shaking her shoulder, "come on, get up."
At the foot of the bed, Crookshanks uncurled and stretched his entire body from head to long bottle brush tail before hopping off and making his way over to Padfoot. The dog's tail wagged when the cat purred and rubbed up against him.
Hermione finally emerged from under the covers, sitting up and yawning, her bushy brown hair sticking up everywhere.
"Bah," Hermione grunted.
Smiling, Harry took her hand and pulled her out of bed. He dragged her out the room and down the hall to the bathroom. When she was done, and still half-asleep, Harry led her to the dining room table, sat her down in her chair and went about making breakfast. Padfoot and Crookshanks, who had followed settled down underneath the table.
Five minutes later, Severus came down with Hedwig on his shoulder and a scrunchy around his wrist. He chuckled at the sight of his messy haired daughter face planted on the table. Shaking his head, he went into the kitchen.
"Good morning," he said to his son.
"Morning, Dad," Harry said as he flipped the bacon. "Morning, Hedwig," he added when the owl hooted at him.
After fixing his morning coffee, Severus took his steaming mug back to the dining table. Hedwig flew off his shoulder and onto the table beside Hermione's head. The owl leaned forward and proceeded to groom the messy hair, it wouldn't do any good, but that hasn't stopped her yet. Chuckling, the man went over to his daughter and waved the mug as close as possible to Hermione's face.
"Coffee!" Hermione snorted, her head shooting up. Hedwig squawked for suddenly being interrupted.
"Four more years," Severus said as he sat down in the chair next to her.
"Still don't see why I can't have it now," Hermione yawned, "the thing about it stunting my growth is just an old wives tale."
"But the caffeine and the effects it has on you is not, I'm not having you running around the house for near four hours again."
Hermione pouted, blowing at a lock of hair that suddenly flopped into her eyes while Hedwig walked back to Severus. Severus handed the scrunchy from his wrist to Hermione who used it to pull her hair back into a messy ponytail. Yawning a second time, she got up from the table and went into the kitchen, coming out a few seconds later with two full glasses of apple juice and a stripe of fried bacon dangling between her teeth. She set the glasses down in the appropriate spots and went back to the kitchen. When she came out a few moments later, it was with a plate of food and most of the bacon stripe eaten. Harry was behind her with two more plates of food.
"We will leave after breakfast," Severus said once everyone was sitting down and eating.
Both children nodded before holding out stripes of bacon under the table. Next to Severus, Hedwig enjoyed her own breakfast. As soon as she finished eating, Hermione cleaned up her space and her dishes before heading to her room to get ready.
"Sometimes, I hate my hair." Hermione winced when her comb caught a knot.
"You have lovely hair," Meg said from where she was lounging on a sofa, reading a book about Greek heroines.
"Meg's right, a lot of girls wish they had hair as thick and full as yours," added Jane who was playing cards with Jasmine.
"Doubt they'd liked the knots that come with it," Hermione grumbled as she finally got the knot out, losing a few strands of hair in the process.
"Everything has a downside," Ariel said comfortingly, "I should know."
Combining out the next section of her hair, Hermione thought about what they were going to do today, and couldn't help the excitement that swelled up inside her. She finally finished with her hair and went about picking out her outfit with the nine princesses giving their opinions on what she should wear.
"Where did I put those keys? Ah, here they are."
Placing the found keys on his nightstand, Severus went to his closet to get ready for today, still unable to believe that this day had come and unable to stop feeling a bit anxious. Though he had pretty good idea why. After dressing, he went to check on his children.
After a quick knock on Harry's door, he entered. The room had changed over the years. Gone was the pirates on the high seas, in its place, a tranquil forest with large oak trees, singing birds, and a field of seasonal flowers. Depending on the time, either the rays of the sun or moon would shine through the leaves and dapple the ground. Occasionally, a deer and even once a bear would emerge from the thick bushes. Currently, there was a unicorn herd grazing in the field.
"Harry, what are you doing?" Severus blinked at the sight of his son's feet halfway out from underneath the bed.
"Looking for my shoes, I think Padfoot hid them under here," came the slightly muffled reply.
"Ah. Well, I'll just leave you to it. Be ready in five minutes."
Shaking his head and making a note to have a talk with the mutt later, Severus left and headed for Hermione's room.
"Good morning, ladies," Severus greeted when he entered.
"Good morning Severus," Snow White greeted.
Like Harry, Hermione's room had also changed. Gone was the fairytale forest and in its place was Belle's castle library on two walls, a stunning garden and pond on the third, and the fourth depended on the Princesses' mood. Another thing that changed were the Princesses themselves; their outfits were more modern and while their personalities were the same as they had been in the movies, they were also more mature. Severus was sure Hermione's magic had something to do with it.
"Ready?" Severus asked when he saw that his daughter was dressed, interrupting what sounded like a debate between Esmerelda, Belle, and Jane.
"Yes," Hermione nodded.
"Padfoot, give me back my shoe!"
Severus sighed while the Princesses and Hermione giggled as running feet and paws sounded outside the door.
"Hedwig, get him!"
There was a loud squawk followed by a startled canine yelp and then the sound of something breaking.
"Harry!" Severus called.
"Hedwig did it!"
For such a famous place, the Leaky Cauldron was a very dark, shabby and tiny grubby looking pub. Hermione and Harry stuck close to their father as he led them through the place, the three stopping suddenly when a young pale man stumbled in their path. He was very nervous looking and one of his eyes was twitching.
"P-P-Professor S-Snape!" the man stammered.
"Professor Quirrell," Severus greeted, his face blank, "this is a surprise."
"Y-Y-Yes." Quirrell then noticed the two children.
Hermione tilted her head slightly at him, but Harry pressed closer to Severus; something about Quirrell unnerved him and made his scar tingle.
"T-T-These a-a-are the c-children w-we've h-heard s-s-so m-much a-a-about?"
"Yes," the Potions Master answer shortly. "If you'll excuse us, we have much to do today."
"Y-Y-Yes, of c-course."
"Is he one of the Professor from the school?" Harry quietly asked his father once Quirrell had scurried off.
Severus nodded as he led them out into a small walled courtyard, taking note of his son's tone.
"You don't like him, do you?" Hermione pointed out.
Severus merely hummed before taking out his wand and tapped it against the brick wall.
"Is he always that nervous?"
"From what I heard, no, he wasn't. Something about vampires and a hag. Ah, finally."
They stepped into the large archway that had formed, and into a crowded, noisy cobbled street that twisted and turned out of sight.
They had arrived at Diagon Alley.
"First things first, Gringotts," Severus announced.
Within the trunk that Lily had left him was the key to the Potter vault along with another vault strictly for Harry, with documents naming Severus as guardian until Harry became of age. Severus wasn't worried about anyone finding out about his son's true identity. Goblins were very good at their jobs.
"Morning" Severus said when they entered the towering snowy white building and found a free goblin. "We've come to take money out of Harry Snape's vault, as well as Hermione Granger's."
"You have the keys, sir?"
"Everything seems in order," the Goblin said after examining the keys closely. "Griphook!"
"I have a vault?" Hermione asked, surprised.
"Yes, I set one up when you came under my care," Severus said. The paperwork had been a pain in the arse, and there was a bit of delay because his daughter didn't have the same last name he did. Hermione had wanted to keep her family name and Severus saw no reason why she shouldn't. However, once the adoption papers were filed and approved, everything was fine.
Griphook led them through one of the many doors where they whizzed along in a cart to Harry's vault. Harry who was surprised to see so much money. "This is all mine?" he asked, amazed.
"Yes, left to you by your parents to use in any way you want," Severus replied. He had already decided that if his son showed proper financial responsibility by the time he turned fifteen; he would give him the key, the same for Hermione. He had a feeling he would be doing so, both children were very responsible for their age.
After Harry had put some of the money in a bag, they headed for Hermione's vault.
"Wow!" Hermione gasped, "I'm so buying new books!"
"Ah, Severus, right on time."
"Uncle Lucius! Ray!"
"Hermione, my angel, you grow more beautiful every time I see you," Lucius said, giving her an elegant bow.
"Careful, Lucius, your wife has spies everywhere," Severus smirked as Hermione giggled.
"You know I live for thrills, my friend."
"Of course you do."
"Are you excited about getting your wand, Ray?" Harry asked while their fathers bickered.
"Kind of, I'm more excited about what House I'm going to be in," Draco said.
"Slytherin, naturally," Hermione told him, "you have enough of the so called personalities."
Draco and Harry exchanged bewildered looks at the girl's tone, but shrugged it off quickly enough. They were used to Hermione seeing something before they did; eventually she would tell them about it.
"Well then, let's go inside, we still have your robes, books and much more to get."
Lucius herded the children inside Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 B.C. Severus following behind them, a soft tinkling bell signaling their arrival.
"Good afternoon," said a soft voice from behind the counter.
"Afternoon, Mr. Ollivander," Lucius greeted. "It's been a while."
"Lord Malfoy, Mr. Snape. Elm, dragon heartstring, eighteen inches for you, Mr. Malfoy. And eighteen inches, Red, unicorn mane for you, Mr. Snape. Correct?"
"You have a gift for memory, Mr. Ollivander," Lucius said with a lightly upward tilt of the mouth.
"Only when it comes to wands, I assure you," Mr. Ollivander said with a shrug. "Now then, who do we have here? I recognize your son Lord Malfoy, those eyes are unmistakably Malfoy. However, I do not recognize these two, yours, Mr. Snape?"
"Yes, my son and daughter."
"Wonderful to meet you all."
All three children gave quiet greetings, a little unnerved by the man's silvery eyes.
"Let's get down to business, who's first?"
Severus snorted quietly and Lucius chuckled when both boys quickly shuffled behind Hermione, Draco even giving the girl a small push forward. Hermione glared at them over her shoulder, promising revenge before going up to the counter.
"Alright, my dear, which is your wand hand?" Mr. Ollivander asked as he took out a long tape measure.
Hermione held out her dominant hand. The tape began to measure everywhere on the girl's body while the wizard explained about the wands, all the while fluttering around the shelves and taking down boxes.
"Right, that'll do," he said to the tape measure which fell motionless onto the counter, and then he gave Hermione a wand to try.
It took the girl three tries before she ended with a 10¾ inch vine wood, dragon heartstring wand. Next it was Draco's turn. The young heir was a little less nervous. Like Hermione, it took him three times before he ended up with a ten inch Hawthorn, unicorn hair wand. Finally, it was Harry turn. It took Harry far more times than his sibling and friend - though oddly enough - the more boxes he brought down, the happier Mr. Ollivander seem to become.
"You are turning into a very tricky customer, young Mr. Snape, not to worry though. Let's see, mmm... I wonder."
Severus's eyes narrowed as Mr. Ollivander looked much more closely at his son. Beside him, Lucius shifted on his feet, gripping the top of his cane firmly. Finally the wand maker pulled one more box from the shelves.
Harry took the wand handed to him and paused for a moment before flicking it. Unlike the other wands where either nothing happened or caused something to break, a stream of red and gold sparks shot from the end like fireworks.
Hermione and Draco gave sounds of delight, while Mr. Ollivander hummed.
"How very curious."
"And what exactly is curious?" Severus asked calmly as he came to stand behind his son, while Lucius moved closer to Hermione and Draco.
"… I remember every wand I've ever sold, Mr. Snape, the one your son has been chosen by: eleven inches, holly and phoenix feather. Why, that same phoenix gave another feather, just one other. It's very curious indeed that your son was chosen by this wand, when it's brother has done such terrible deeds."
"I suppose that is curious," Severus said, his voice dangerously soft.
There was an uncomfortable silence as Mr. Ollivander stared back. Finally, he smiled. "Like I said, very curious. Do not worry, my lips are sealed."
"I'll be out here if you need me."
Hermione nodded and smiled at Severus before entering the room. She paused at the sight of her father laying there in the bed, his face peaceful.
"Hi father, sorry I'm a little late," she said as she sat down in the chair next to the bed. "We went to Diagon Alley today, I got my wand, and new books! And not just for school, Daddy stopped me around the seventh one, but Draco and Harry brought me four more. I think Daddy knew though." Hermione giggled a little and then she gave a small sigh. "The Medi-wizard said there hasn't been any change, Daddy said you've always been stubborn."
Outside, Severus sat in the comfortable chair, reading the book he brought with him.
"Good evening, Severus," said a passing Nurse.
"Evening." Severus said politely.
The Nurse smiled at him. "Say hello to Hermione for me."
With another smile, the Nurse continued on her rounds and Severus went back to his book, the exchange familiar to both of them.
After all, they've been visiting Greg for about five years now.