Chapter 19 - Sev and Lily
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When the morning finally came, Severus was beside himself with nervousness.
He quickly moved Lily out of the cottage, deeper into the forest, where he used his wand to erect a well-equipped tent for the birth.
After long hours of pained cries and tightly clasped hands, Lily gasped for breath while Severus got his first look at their baby.
Still positioned between her knees, with his cloak off and his forearms exposed by his rolled up sleeves, Severus found himself at a loss for words as he gazed down at his squirming, whimpering son.
“Sev…….” Lily croaked while she swallowed dryly.
Staring at that incredible, new life his and Lily’s love had forged had blotted the world from his notice for a brief second.
He glanced up at his flower as soon as he recovered himself.
“A boy, my love….We have a strong, new son.” He proudly purred as he hastily swaddled the baby in one of the clean towels that waited on the nearby, enchanted cart.
As Severus cut the cord and prepared to see to Lily’s postpartum care, she took a moment to acquaint herself with their son.
“Hello!” She laughed as she gazed into the baby’s bright, green eyes.
The newborn blinked at her curiously as she gently took one of his tiny hands with the tip of her finger and flashed him a tired smile, “Mummy and Daddy love you……We love you so much.”
“You did very well, my love.” Severus praised his mate as she shifted uncomfortably on the bed as another tight cramp threatened to finish the birthing process.
“Can we still name him Harry, Sev? I really fancy that name….and it was my…..grandfather’s.” She asked as she hissed her words out through the pain.
“Of course we may.” Severus nodded while he reached up and gently took the baby from her arms, only to carefully place him next to his mother on the bed in hopes of allowing Lily to focus, “Though I believe we have other matters to tend first.”
As Lily closed her eyes and prepared to bear down again, Severus resumed his position, but baby Harry let out a gentle coo.
Lily had thoughtfully tucked him into the blanket that tightly swaddled him.
With his mother and father nearby, his little whimpers never quite turned into full cries.
By the time Harry began to root against the softness of the blanket, his father’s strong hands had found him again.
The next thing the baby knew was the soft warmth of his mother’s full breast against his cheek as he nursed, all the while, his mother’s soothing voice and his father’s rich baritone echoed as they spoke, unintentionally soothing him into a deep sleep.
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As soon as Lily could stand and walk, Severus continued their plan.
While she recovered from the birth, he met with Voldemort in an abandoned, ramshackled house somewhere along the outskirts of Hogsmeade.
“..........Perhaps a disappointment indeed, Severus.” Voldemort tersely mused as he sneered at his servant.
“Indeed, my lord, our hearts are broken.” Severus nodded.
“The child never took a breath?” Voldemort pressed.
“Never.” Severus confidently lied as he willed his pulse not to accelerate with fear, “The midwife summoned made every attempt at resuscitation, but to no avail.”
Voldemort narrowed his red eyes to slits.
“Shall we try again, my lord?” Severus asked, eager to appear loyal.
Voldemort held up his hand.
“For now, let us see this as evidence of my power.” He said with an arrogant smirk, “The one who came to smite me realized his great mistake and forfeited his own existence upon leaving his mother’s womb. Born as the seventh month dies as the prophecy stated…..No, Severus! I have already vanquished my enemy, but you will be rewarded for your great obedience! I am, as you know……a merciful lord. Do what you will with the mudblood girl, torment her, keep her, murder her, see her as a reward…for your immeasurable servitude!”
Once Voldemort swept himself into a black ball of puffy smoke and rustled past Severus, relief flooded his servant’s heart.
Watching and assisting in Harry’s birth, experiencing the joy of family life, it had all been wonderful for Severus.
Regardless, he preferred not to have to hide anymore of his children from the Dark Lord.
Once the war ended, then he and Lily could have a proper family.
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Severus and Lily secretly battled against Voldemort with a renewed sense of purpose.
For the next three years, they worked tirelessly to find and destroy all six of what Dumbledore had correctly assumed to be Voldemort’s horcruxes.
Marvolo Gaunt’s ring, Rowena Ravenclaw’s diadem, Tom Riddle’s diary, Helga Hufflepuff’s cup, Salazar Slytherin’s locket, and even Nagini, the Dark Lord’s prized pet herself.
One by one, each piece of Voldemort was systematically hunted and destroyed.
Yet, never in recorded magical history had any witch or wizard ever fractured themselves into so many splinters.
Late one night, Severus stood in front of Voldemort, with Nagini’s blood dripping from the Sword of Gryffindor clutched in his hand.
The slain snake lay in a massive heap of scaly coils, but Severus’s focus remained on his dark master.
“Severus…….” Voldemort rasped as he stretched out a hand.
Severus reached for his wand, but as Voldemort’s putrid flesh began to dissolve and whisper into the air like pieces of burned parchment, he understood the battle had already been won.
“You were my………You were my……” Voldemort gasped as his robes, once black then gray, crumbled with the rest of him until his face and body had all but disappeared.
A swirling wind of ashen remains swept past Severus and in that soft storm, he heard Voldemort’s voice for the last time, whispering his shock to discover his loyal spy’s betrayal, “You were my……..”
Severus frowned.
He had never been anything to Voldemort or to Dumbledore, his service had been a farce on both sides.
Severus had really been Lily’s all along.
Severus would be Lily’s……always.
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The wizarding world rejoiced with news of Voldemort’s fall was made public knowledge.
That very night, he and Lily spent the hours in his chambers at Hogwarts, with little Harry sleeping soundly in the room that had been rearranged as his nursery and the ink barely dry on their newly-obtained marriage certificate.
Secure in their damask, four-postered bed, Severus and Lily exchanged groans while they coupled, bare and loving, under the covers.
Hip to hip, chest to chest, Lily closed her eyes as Severus bent to lavish more loving affection on her soft body.
Her nails raked his back as he found the place deep inside her where she best liked him to be.
Voldemort’s fall meant freedom, but on top of that wonderful dream, at least for Lily and Severus, it also promised the couple that more children could finally be safely conceived, carried, and born.