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Chapter 17 – Epilogue
The hall was decorated exactly the same as when she had first seen it, hundreds of candles floating below an enchanted starlit sky. The four rows of House tables were lined up with a gap down the middle, waiting for the new first year students to arrive.
The teachers were already seated at the head table, the small stool with the scuffed, moth-eaten and dusty hat atop it, in front of the headmaster. Hermione sat next to her husband, Severus Snape, Potions Master, and gripped his hand tightly in hers. There was no expression on his face betraying the nervousness he was feeling.
The main doors were flung open and in strode Minerva McGonagall, Deputy Headmistress, followed by a group of eleven year olds. Some were staring about them in awe; others were smiling and waving discreetly to older brothers and sisters. A few were smiling at the teacher's table and Hermione allowed a small smile to appear at the sight of those few. She spotted the two dark, one blonde and one redhead standing together in the middle of the group and smiled proudly, squeezing Severus's hand to gain his attention. His dark eyes swept the group and softened imperceptibly as a pair of identical eyes looked back at him. His baby, standing there waiting to be Sorted.
Minerva cleared her throat and the room fell silent. The Sorting Hat on the stool shifted and rustled and then began to sing its song. Severus tuned it out, scanning over the four House tables to spot any trouble that was likely to be caused. His eyes rested on the Gryffindor table and saw the tall, dark haired figure of his eldest son. Sebastian was trying to ignore the flirtatious glances of Potter's eldest girls, fifth year redheads called Lily and Rose. Harry's other two daughters were now third years. Twin dark heads close together, Margarite and Daisy were well known for sneaking out after hours together with Ron's son Matthew and his own boys, Sloan and Suvan. Ah, there they were, sitting with Matthew, their chestnut hair a perfect foil for Matt's red.
He looked over the Slytherin table and saw his other eldest, Salvador. Hermione had been so upset when the Sorting Hat had separated her firstborns, that she'd consigned him to the sofa as if it had been his fault. He smiled inwardly when he remembered how he'd shattered their bedroom door in retaliation and the passionate encounter that had followed. He'd learnt over the years that Hermione had a temper that wasn't easily provoked, but when she lost it everyone learned to duck. Sebastian had showed signs of inheriting it when he was four and hadn't got that toy broomstick he'd set his heart on, and the tantrum he'd thrown in Hogsmeade was still something he remembered with a shudder. It was Salvador that had got it for his twin, which is probably why he'd been sorted into Slytherin.
Searching up the table, he found his other twin sons, Shae and Sereno, sitting with Draco's son Devon. They were fifth years now, and would be sitting their O.W.L.S. in the summer. Devon was trying to attract the attention of his best friend Ben, over on the Gryffindor table. Ben was Ron's eldest, and looked nothing like a Weasley with his dusty blonde hair and grey eyes. They were another group he had to keep his eye on and he was surprised he didn't have more grey hair than he did.
Severus was brought back to the present by a squeeze of his wife's hand. The Sorting Hat had finished its song and the first years were being called up one by one to sit on the stool. They had to wait a while before the four they were waiting for were called.
"Malfoy, Pandora!" Minerva called, and the petite blonde girl sauntered up to the dais. He felt Hermione quivering with laughter as they were reminded so much of Draco's characteristic walk. You could certainly tell whose daughter Pandora was! The hat hadn't been on her head many seconds before Severus had another addition to the house of Slytherin.
The dark haired boy ran lightly up the stairs. He was taller than Harry had been at that age, mostly due to the amount of food he packed away at every opportunity. The hat seemed to be having quite a conversation with him, and there was a tense silence at the teacher's table while the hat was debating where to put him.
"Slytherin!" it finally called, and you could have heard a pin drop. Pandora jumped up from the Slytherin table and started clapping and whistling inelegantly.
"Pay up, Potter." Severus leant forward to where Harry was sitting, stunned. Harry looked at the smirk on Severus's face, wondering where the hell he'd gone wrong with his son. Slytherin! A Potter in Slytherin!
"Snape, Sidra!" the tall, willowy only daughter of Severus and Hermione gracefully ascended the steps and sat neatly on the stool.
"Hello, Hat. How are you?" she thought.
"Very well, thank you. I've missed our little chats."
"So have I." Unbeknown to her parents, over the years when she'd visited Grandpa Albus, she'd one day put the Sorting Hat on her head and discovered a new friend.
"How have you been?"
"Well, thank you. Mum and Dad took me to Diagon Alley to get my wand and stuff."
"Did you say hello to Ollivander for me?"
"Yes. He says that new supplier of unicorn hair is much more reputable."
"Good to hear. How's that..Er, I think they're waiting for us." The hat paused.
"Oh. Perhaps I can come up and see you at the weekend?"
"Oh, you'll be much too busy to come and visit with a dusty old hat like me. Give my regards to your father, will you?"
"Is that where I'm going? I didn't think I was Slytherin material."
"No. I sometimes think Dad is a bit too protective of me."
"I can understand that, you are his only daughter."
"So where should I go then?"
"How about..Ravenclaw!" the hat called.
Severus tried not to show his disappointment too much as Sidra made her way down to Flitwick's house table. Hermione wasn't at all surprised by the hat's choice; her daughter had inherited both her and Severus's insatiable appetite for knowledge.
"Weasley, Samantha!" Minerva called and Ron's youngest skipped up the steps. Two seconds later she was on her way back down to the Gryffindor table.
Albus Dumbledore stood slowly and tapped his fork against his glass to attract everyone's attention. The noise died down and he cleared his throat.
"Just a few announcements before the feast begins. As usual, the Forbidden Forest is forbidden to all students, and there are no exceptions, Miss Snape." he looked over his glasses to a blushing sixth year girl on the Gryffindor table. Sebastian elbowed his cousin Kaida and tutted at her. Just because she had two dragon keepers as parents didn't give her the right to persuade Hagrid to take her with him into the forest.
"As you will see, we have one or two new teachers. Professor Potter returns as a permanent addition in Defence Against the Dark Arts, as Professors Black and Lupin have decided to continue their research." There was a soft snort of laughter from Harry at Dumbledore's choice of words. Sirius and Remus were growing old disgracefully, and were off 'researching' on a beach somewhere in the Caribbean, enjoying a well-earned retirement.
"After the unfortunate exorcism of Professor Binns towards the end of last term, Professor Weasley-Snape will be taking over History of Magic," there was a round of applause as Saxen acknowledged the Headmaster. Charlie sat next to him and nudged him with his knee.
"I'd like to see them try to sleep through your lessons."
"Thank you for that vote of confidence." Saxen murmured back to his husband, who looked, to him at least, as handsome as ever. They'd had an awkward time telling their families, and Molly had been disappointed that she wouldn't be getting any grandchildren from Charlie. Simeon had taken it better than expected, although that was probably because he was so pleased Sage was marrying Kailani.
It had been two years filled with letters and hurried weekends until Charlie had finally had enough and decided he didn't want to be separated from his lover anymore. Hagrid had been the one to suggest that he really wasn't teaching material, and preferred to carry on as groundkeeper, looking after the forest, so Charlie had taken over as Care of Magical Creatures two years after their bonding, and had taken up permanent residence in Saxen's rooms. Dumbledore was speaking again.
"One last item; Mrs Snape will taking over the second and third year Transfiguration classes," there were some appreciative whistles from a few seventh years which earned glares from her husband and four eldest sons. "As Professor McGonagall will be retiring at the end of this year as well as myself." There were gasps from all four tables at this piece of news.
"Professor Sprout has been appointed the new Headmistress, and the reins of Deputy will be taken over by Professor Vector." They both stood up to acknowledge the support shown by their Houses.
"And with that, let the feast begin." He clapped his hands and the tables were filled to overflowing.
"Did you know he was going to announce that?" Hermione asked her husband.
"I had an idea. He and Minerva have been very interested in the exotic locations that Sirius and Remus have been visiting. It's past time they both retired and had some fun." He shrugged, secretly pleased that his mentor was thinking of himself for once.
"That leaves the position of Head of Gryffindor House vacant."
"It will be offered to Potter."
"Do you think he'll accept?"
"Of course he will. It will enable him to keep an eye on those girls of his." Severus knew Harry was almost as protective of his daughters as he was of Sidra. It drove them mad, as they had frequently told 'Aunt Hermione'.
"Are you very upset that Sidra wasn't Sorted into Slytherin?"
"Not too much." He looked down to where she was talking to another first year.
"Severus, how did you know James was going in Slytherin?" Charlie leant forward and called down the table. Harry winced.
"That's for me to know, and Harry to find out." Severus smiled maliciously; he still liked to wind Harry up occasionally. "It's a shame Gryffindor won't be winning the Quidditch cup this year." He said conversationally. That comment caused a flurry of protests.
"What makes you so sure, Severus Snape?" Harry narrowed his eyes.
"What made you so sure your son was going into Gryffindor? You've just trained the Slytherin teams' new Seeker." There was a gasp of outrage from Harry.
"You did something to him, didn't you?"
"He's my Godson, Harry, of course I didn't do anything to him." Severus looked offended. "I'm not going to turn him away though when he comes to me for advice."
"And what sort of advice would you be giving him that he couldn't get from me?" Harry demanded.
"That's confidential, Harry, you know that." Severus was enjoying this. He'd always had a special relationship with the head of Gryffindor house, and this was just to make sure the friendly rivalry continued. He may even dig out that old photograph of Harry in his boxers to pin on the Slytherin notice board. Shame it also had Draco in it as well…
Albus patted Harry's hand consolingly as Severus turned back to his dinner.
"Why did James come to you, anyway?" Hermione murmured.
"With four elder sisters to avoid, he needed a way to ward his things without Harry suspecting."
"What things?" she asked suspiciously.
"Certain items from two uncles that apparently had already been confiscated once."
"And you let him keep them?"
"Both Harry and Ginny spoil our sons when they visit them. I am just returning the favour."
"Don't use the children to continue this pettiness between you and Harry, Severus." She warned.
"I'm not. James comes under my jurisdiction during term-time, just as Sloan and Suvan will come under his when the time comes for him to take over from Minerva. James was Sorted into Slytherin for a reason, Hermione, just as they were put into Gryffindor."
"That's very philosophical of you."
"You're very smug today, Severus." Hermione looked at him appraisingly.
"You realise that tonight will be the first time in months that we'll have no children around?" he slanted a look at her and saw the gleam than entered her lovely eyes.
"But you'll be on duty tonight."
"I'll be back by ten, eleven at the latest."
"Hmm, I don't know. I have lesson plans to sort out…"
"You've had those done since July. Anyone would think you don't want to spend time alone with your husband." His voice lowered seductively. Hooch cleared her throat. After eighteen years they could still make the temperature rise around the table. No wonder they had seven children…
Shae nudged Sereno to attract his attention. Identical cinnamon eyes looked up from his mashed potatoes. What?
"They're at it again." Shae nodded towards their flirting parents.
"Urgh. You'd think they'd keep that private, wouldn't you? It's enough to put you off your food." Sereno's remark earned him a smack around the head from his elder brother Salvador.
"Just you wait, you'll soon eat your words." Salvador ran a careless hand through his short hair, winking slightly at a pretty sixth year further down the table.
Before long, the feast was over and the Heads of Houses stood at the tops of their tables. Ushering the first years ahead of them, the seventh years followed their heads to the house dormitories. Pandora and James knew exactly where they were heading; the dungeons had been their playgrounds when they were growing up. This was different though, now. They were actually going to sleep in the dormitories, and Uncle Severus was now their Head of House.
Harry prevented Hermione from following after Severus with a touch on her shoulder.
"Can we talk?"
"Of course, shall we go to the staff room?" she placed her hand in the crook of his arm and they walked slowly up to the staff room not far from Dumbledore's office. Harry waved her through the door and summoned some tea.
"What did you want to talk about?" she settled herself into a chair and helped herself to a cup.
"You know you can't go against the Sorting Hat, Harry."
"And what is wrong with that house, may I ask?" Hermione looked at him over her cup, "Your godsons are there."
"Yes, but I expected Salvador, Shae and Sereno to go there. They're sneaky little devils."
"And James isn't?"
"What about the time he and Pandora charmed that quaffle to avoid Ron?"
"That was an accident, you know, uncontrolled."
"Using your wand?"
"I still say he shouldn't be in Slytherin."
"Why not? Didn't the hat want to put you in there?"
"Bollocks. James isn't going to turn Dark, and you know it. Severus will treat him just the same as he does all his Slytherins."
"Merlin help us." Harry rolled his eyes and grinned, reconciling himself to having a Slytherin in the family. He looked at Hermione curled up in a chair by the empty fireplace, thinking that she was looking good for nearly thirty-eight. She had kept her figure over the years and he wasn't surprised when some of the bolder seventh years gave her more than a passing glance. Severus was one very lucky man.
"So, Harry, what are you going to do about the Quidditch cup?" Hermione asked. He groaned. "Don't remind me. I've been teaching James everything I know. We're going to get slaughtered, and Ron will kill me." He shook his head at having to tell their best friend.
"I'd expect a Howler then, at the very least." She grinned at the thought of Ron's reaction.
"Did you know he's asked Albus permission to attend the house matches this year? Wants to scout out possible players for the professional league." After a nasty bludger accident, Ron's professional career had been cut short, but his gift for strategy had soon made him a prime candidate as a coach. It was he that had led the Chudley Cannons to their first league championship in over thirty years.
"Really? Sebastian will be interested to hear that."
"Chaser, isn't he?"
"Hmm. Takes after his father.." Hermione went off into a daydream about Severus in his Quidditch uniform…
"I don't really need to know that, Hermione." Harry snapped her back to the present and she blushed slightly.
"You've still got some great players in the Gryffindor team." She said.
"Yes. Ben's almost as good as Oliver was, but what do you expect of Ron's son? And Lily makes a good partner for Sebastian."
"If she can keep her eyes on the Quaffle and not on my son's backside."
"I know." Harry mock-shuddered. "I noticed that over the summer. They're growing up, aren't they?"
"I know. I can't believe it's been over eighteen years since we graduated." Hermione sighed.
"Yes, and seventeen kids between the four of us."
"I think Chastity might be getting broody."
"Does Draco know?"
"You haven't got any plans for more, have you?" It was Hermione's second pregnancy that had kick-started the other wives' hormones.
"No. Once Severus had his little girl, we decided not to have any more."
"Ginny shed a few tears this morning when she saw James off this morning. She's going to find it hard now they've all gone."
"There'll be the matches she can come to." Hermione consoled.
"And I'm sure Molly can find her things to do." Harry grinned, and Hermione smiled sadly. "Oh, I'm sorry, 'Mione. I didn't realise.." Harry was dismayed.
"That's all right, Harry. I still miss them both." She accepted his hug. Even with access to Severus's healing potions, time had overtaken her father ten years after her marriage. She was pleased that he'd lived to see his granddaughter before passing away peacefully in his sleep. Helen had never really recovered, and five years later had suffered a fatal heart attack. It was at this time that Hermione had raged against their world to Severus, at the injustice of the way magical folk's life expectancy was over double that of Muggles. Severus had held her as she sobbed out her grief, calling on Minerva to keep an eye on the children while she calmed down. Afterwards they had faced the children together, and Sebastian and Salvador had shown remarkable maturity at the loss of their beloved Nana Helen. They had spent two weeks of every summer with their Muggle grandparents, followed by two weeks with Camille and Simeon. As Severus and Hermione had added to their family, the grandparents had become even more important, as both Severus and Hermione were determined that their children not fall prey to the prejudice of previous generations against Muggles.
All the children had adored Nana Helen, and Hermione consoled herself with the fact that she had albums full of wizard photographs should she feel the need to be close to her parents again.
Harry hugged her again and released her to sit back in his chair. He ran a callused hand through his cropped hair and looked anxiously at his friend. Gathering her thoughts together, she smiled reassuringly at him.
"I'm okay, Harry, really. They made the most of the time they had."
"They were great with the kids, weren't they?"
"Yes. So are Camille and Simeon." Hermione smiled as she thought back over the summer when the whole family had descended on them. Kailani and Sage had come over for a fortnight with Kaida from Romania so the castle had been full of children.
"Who do you think Albus has lined up for the Herbology position next year?"
"I imagine that will be up to the new Headmistress, but I think a certain ex-student has been approached already. He's in the South American Rainforest at the moment."
"Not Neville?" Harry's eyes widened, "How did Severus take that news?"
"Actually, his eye only twitched slightly," She grinned, "and then he sent over a list of ingredients for him to bring back."
"So we're all coming home to roost."
"You make us sound like a load of owls."
"Well, all we need now is for Ron and Draco to turn up as teachers and it'll be like old times."
"No, Draco is making too much money with his clubs to ever want to give that up."
"As if he hasn't got enough already."
"Hey, he gives a lot away to charity." Hermione defended him.
"I'm only joking, 'Mione. I know first hand how much he gives, remember?" Harry had set up a fund to help the war orphans not long after Lily and Rose were born, and Draco had been the first to step forward with a substantial donation.
"I know. Come on, I have a husband to seduce." Hermione grinned wickedly and stood up.
"From your behaviour at the feast, I don't think it will take too much effort on your part." Harry had gotten used to Hermione's shock tactics.
"I know, great, isn't it?"
"Have you been speaking to Ginny lately?"
"Have you got any complaints?" she winked. Harry grinned.
Harry escorted Hermione back down to the dungeons and then made his way out of the main doors and down to the gates where he Apparated to Godric's Hollow. He thought it better to tell Ginny face to face about James than let her hear about it by owl post. He found Ginny in the middle of the living room, covering the furniture with dustsheets.
"Getting ready to move to Hogsmeade?"
"Harry!" she flung herself at him, "I wasn't expecting you."
"I can see that. Have you packed up our bedroom yet?"
"Not yet. Did you come back here just to ask me that?" she pushed him back onto the sheeted sofa and straddled his lap.
"No," he was pleased to see she was wearing his favourite blue satin wrap. The material slipped under his palms as he ran them over her thighs. She leant forward and kissed him softly.
"That's what I'm here for." His eyes slid away from hers, and her small fingers dug into the short hair above his ears.
"Oh?" her eyes narrowed dangerously.
"Yes. Um..he wasn't Sorted into Gryffindor."
"I gather from your attitude that he went into Slytherin." Ginny was remarkably calm about it.
"You don't mind?"
"We all have a little Slytherin in us, Harry, we wouldn't be human otherwise. Severus will look after him, or he'll have me to deal with." She shifted on his lap to find a more comfortable position and his hand tightened on her thighs.
"You did mention you haven't packed the bedroom?" he bit her earlobe gently.
"Why the bedroom, Harry? With the children at school, we're not restricted anymore."
"No need for a silencing charm?"
"Or a locking one, either." She whispered and squealed as he tipped her over onto the sofa, laughing as he almost ripped his robe off.
Hermione debated whether to wait in their bedroom for Severus to return from settling the new students in and completing his rounds, or in their sitting room. She felt the sense of anticipation that invariably happened when she thought about her husband this way. Hurrying into the bathroom, she adjusted the shower to the preferred temperature and waited for the steam to fill the large cubicle. Shedding her robe, she stepped inside, leaving her hair gathered in a twist at the nape of her neck. If she was quick she may even catch him coming back through his classroom; which meant she could persuade him to act out one of her favourite fantasies.
Smiling to herself, she slid into her wrap and spelled her hair into a slightly more sophisticated version of her schoolgirl ponytail. She rummaged through her wardrobe and spied the clothes she needed. She was never more pleased that chasing after seven children had enabled her to keep her figure as she slid the skirt over her hips with not even an enlarging charm needed for it to fit. Her old white blouse stretched a little over her fuller breasts and she popped open one of the buttons to show a lot more cleavage than she'd had when she was eighteen. She hadn't heard Severus complaining though, she thought to herself.
She slid on her leather boots and surveyed her image in the mirror.
"Hot date tonight, Dearie?" the mirror asked, "I hope it's with that husband of yours."
"Think he'll like it?"
"Doesn't he always?" the mirror had a sly tone to its voice, and Hermione laughed, grabbing up her school robe. If she timed it just right she could be sitting at her old desk at the front of the classroom…
Severus shook his head as he made his way back down to the dungeons. Those children never learned, did they? First day back and he'd caught no fewer than three Gryffindors sneaking their way to the kitchens and two Hufflepuffs on their way to the Astronomy tower. Now all he wanted was to get back to his warm and willing Hermione for what promised to be a very pleasant end to the day.
He bypassed the entrance to his rooms, deciding to give the classroom one last check before seeking out his wife. He stopped outside the door and noticed a faint glow from underneath. Someone was in there. He checked the wards, but they were undisturbed, which meant it was either one of his eldest children, Albus or Hermione. He'd just checked in the Slytherin common room, and everyone was present and correct, including James Potter. He somehow didn't think he'd be getting his father's invisibility cloak any time soon. Albus he'd just passed in the corridor, so it wasn't him. That meant it was Hermione in there. He wondered what mischief she was planning, and vaguely hoped it involved her leather boots; he hadn't seen those since Sidra had been conceived…
Silently pushing the door open, he was disappointed to see one of the seventh year girls sitting there. He wondered how she had got in there without triggering the alarm in his rooms. His mouth compressed in anger, deciding that one house would be in negative points by the morning. His boot heels clicked as he strode towards the front of the classroom, ignoring the girl until he got behind his desk.
Schooling his face into his impassive mask, he looked up and saw his wife, in her old school robes, sitting at her old desk with an innocent look on her face. So this is what she had planned was it? A trip down memory lane. He smiled inwardly and decided two could play at that game.
"Miss Granger, what brings you here at this time of night? You're out after curfew and if you don't leave right now it will be a detention."
"Professor Snape, I just came to ask you about a theory I have." Hermione was pleased he was going along with it; it wasn't often they got to play like this.
"Really? And it couldn't wait until your next class?"
"No, Sir." She slid out from behind her desk and Severus's pulse rate shot up when he saw what she was wearing; he couldn't remember her skirt ever being that short when she was a student.
"I don't think that's official school uniform, either." He was enjoying this.
"You don't like the boots?" she sashayed over to his desk and stretched out one leg for his inspection so he could see she wasn't wearing hold-ups under her skirt.
"I am a married man, Miss Granger, and your behaviour is not appropriate." He slid one hand under her calf and caressed the soft leather before moving her foot from where she had placed it on his chair.
"Are you going to punish me Professor?" she toyed with one of his buttons on his shirt under his robe. He brought his hand up to cover hers.
"I think it may have to be a month in detention for you." He rubbed the back of her hand, "closely supervised by myself."
"What will your wife have to say about that?"
"She's very tolerant." He saw a flash in her eyes, "and understands the need for extra curricular..discipline."
Hermione shivered, "And what form of discipline would my punishment be, Professor?"
Severus bent forward and whispered in her ear. She moaned.
"That turns you on, Miss Granger?"
"Oh yes, Sir!"
"What else turns you on?" his breath was soft on her ear and she arched her neck as his tongue darted out to trace a very sensitive spot underneath. One arm slid around her waist while the other lifted under her thigh to encourage it to curl around him. Hermione reached up and whispered something back. Severus grinned wickedly.
"We may have to take this to my rooms."
"What about your wife?"
"Forget the role-play, Hermione, I want you now." Severus kissed her hard.
"I was enjoying it!" she laughed when he allowed her up for air.
"And what would any students say if they came in here and saw me supposedly shagging a student on my desk?"
"Dirty old man, more like."
"Come on, I want to see those trousers of yours brought out of mothballs and onto that gorgeous backside."
"Why? They'll only be coming straight off." He pulled her towards their rooms.
"Think they'll still fit me?"
"If I can get into this skirt, you can get into those trousers."
"I don't remember that skirt being that short."
"Bloody good job." They reached their bedroom at last and Severus shed his robe. Hermione tossed her robe on the chair and unbuttoned her shirt a little more.
"Hurry up, Severus."
"Where are they?"
"At the back, beside my dress."
"They're not there."
"Of course they are." She got up and joined him at the wardrobe. They looked at the empty hangers where Severus's leather trousers had once hung..
They heard his roar all the way up to Gryffindor tower.
Author's Notes: That's it, the final part of the Moonglow Trilogy. No, there won't be a sequel, following their children. I have enjoyed writing this series, but now I have to get back to normal life (plus my ISP is complaining I'm spending too much time on the internet!). A great big thanks to my husband who has let me get this out of my system and for letting me monopolise the computer.