Chapter 11
***Smut warning for this chapter! It's marked with the *** if you want to skip it :)
“What?” You answer, your heart racing as you look at her crazed expression. “Why? How?”
Is that even real? You ask Severus, an uncomfortable silence filling the space in your head where he should be reacting.
“All in good time, my dear, all in good time.” Your mother answers calmly, her eyes raking over the map, taking in every inch of it as she breathes evenly. “We leave in the morning, wait in your room until then.”
Zel takes a hesitant step forward, keeping his eyes cast downward as he reaches for your hand. You take it, letting him lead you up the stairs, leaving your mother in the parlor as she frantically looks at the map again and again.
Severus? You push, looking for him in the fog.
Zel opens the door to your room, giving you a sympathetic glance before letting go of your hand and shutting the door behind him. You hear it lock as you sit down on the bed.
You hear nothing from Severus as you look out of the small window. The absolute silence and isolation of the cold room begins to envelop you, crashing over you like the waves in the churning sea outside.
For the first time since your arrival, you feel truly alone. You crash down against the bed, sobs racking your body as you hold the pillow against your face, not willing to let her hear you cry.
You think of home. Imagining that you’ve just stepped into the bedroom at your home in the country, shared with Severus, cradling Nova close to your chest as the evening sun bleeds through the drapes on the windows.
Severus would kiss your cheek softly as you set your daughter into her crib, and you’d melt into him as his arms would wrap around your waist; gentle, but strong. You would turn to face him, watching as his eyes melted into pools of honey with the last light of the sun reflecting in them, tucking a strand of his soft, black hair back into his hastily made tie at the back of his neck.
He would smile, and you’d know everything would be okay.
(Y/N)? You hear, not sure if it’s really Severus, or if it’s a manifestation of your imagination.
You wipe your tears, forcing your eyes to open as the last of the sun dips below the horizon through the window.
What happened my love? Severus asks, pushing through the fog, nervous energy flowing from him. Are you hurt?
You laugh out loud, relieved to have his presence back with you, relieved to not be in complete isolation.
Where were you? You ask, wiping new tears away from your face as you ask. I thought she had done something to the connection, or to you.
A warm rush of reassurance flows through to you, filling you with a calming sensation.
I was checking with Dumbledore. Severus replies. He’s not at the school so I had to enter his mind, it’s difficult to be connected to two points at once.
You exhale loudly, glad that nothing happened, glad that he’s working as hard as he can to help you.
I should’ve told you first. He adds, pushing the gentle feeling of adoration through to you. I just wanted to be fast, I wanted to get you the quickest answer possible.
You nod, the reaction being automatic.
I understand. You answer. Thank you. What did he say?
Severus sighs.
The stone is real. He replies. Everything they’ve said about it, for all these years. It’s all real.
Your mind plays through everything you’ve ever heard about the stone. All of the legends and stories of it being able to turn everything it touches to pure gold, it’s power to create the Elixir of Life, its ability to make the drinker immortal.
All true. Severus says quietly, seeing the stream of information in your mind.
You take in a shaky breath.
Do you think she’s getting it for Him? You ask, fearing you already know the answer.
Severus pauses for a moment before responding.
If The Dark Lord obtained The Stone, he would become more powerful than we know. He replies lowly.
You shudder at his tone, pulling the thin blanket from the bed up around you.
What do we do? You ask.
He sends reassurance, comforting you even through the distance.
You go with her to find it. He tells you, his voice even and calm. And then we stop her.
Your heart speeds in your chest.
I can’t stop her alone. You answer.
You imagine his crooked smile as he laughs softly through the fog.
You don’t know how strong you truly are. He answers. But you aren’t alone. She doesn’t know I can see everything you can, and she doesn’t know that means Dumbledore can too. We have the upper hand.
You nod again, pulling the blanket even tighter around yourself.
I wish you were here. You murmur to him.
Sadness stings at the edges of his reply.
I wish I was too. He answers. What were you thinking of before I interrupted you?
You think back, imagining yourself wrapped in his arms, looking up into his face as his strong hands grip your waist.
His consciousness merges with yours, taking over as he floods your mind with his own imagination.
***smut warning***
He trails his fingers down from your waist to your thighs, caressing them softly before trailing back up to your hips. He lifts you up, and your legs wrap around his waist as he laughs lowly, carrying you to the bed and laying you down against the plush, soft bedding. His form hovers over you before he leans down, pressing passionate kisses against your lips, your cheeks, your neck, your chest.
You laugh as your fingers slide beneath his clothes, pulling his shirt over his head and throwing it aside. He rips the buttons of your shirt apart, sending some of them scattering against the floor as he unhooks your bra in one, fluid motion.
“You’re beautiful.” He whispers, smiling before his lips return to your skin.
Your fingers twist into his black locks as his lips dip lower and lower, finding themselves between your legs. He pulls the rest of your clothes off just as quickly as your shirt, connecting his lips with your body, eliciting a moan from your lips.
Quietly. He murmurs, breaking the illusion long enough for you to mask your moan in the silent room, covering your mouth with your hand as your other hand dips below the waistline of your pants.
His tongue slips inside of you, and your hand tenses in his hair. He moves slowly at first, a rhythmic motion in and out as your back arches on the bed. You pull him away then, looking into his face as he licks his lips once.
Your hands are on his belt then, undoing the clasp before pulling at his jeans. Your hands are on his length before slipping it into your mouth, causing him to throw his head back, groaning in pleasure as he does.
His hips roll smoothly, pushing back and forth against you before pulling himself back, pushing you back against the bed.
Do you want me to stop? He asks, out of the illusion again. His voice in your head sounds raspy, almost breathless, like he’s in the same position you are.
Please don’t. You breathe back.
You gasp as he gently pushes into you, your body getting used to him slowly before he slowly starts to thrust in and out. You hold onto him tightly, keeping him as close to you as possible as your bodies mesh into the same rhythm.
His breathing in your ear along with his low moans and whispers sends you over the edge, and you rake your nails down his back as your body clenches against him. He curses under his breath before letting go, holding you tight as he fills you with himself.
You look up at him, arranging the stray pieces of his hair stuck in the sweat on his forehead before he pulls himself out of you, collapsing onto the bed and pulling you close.
***end of smut***
Did you—? He breathes, electricity shooting through the fog between you.
You take your hand away from your mouth, breathing heavily as you lay on your back on the bed.
Yeah. You answer, just as breathlessly. Did you?
He chuckles lowly.
Yes. He answers.
You blink, looking around the small, dark room.
You got me out of here, even if it was only in my mind. You tell him, turning onto your side and hugging the pillow close, still wishing it were him. Thank you.
That warm feeling of love and security floods over you again as he presses it through the fog.
I’ll get you out of there for real soon. He murmurs, and you imagine his capable fingers twisting a lock of your hair behind your ear. And I’ll get you home with me.
You smile in the dark, hoping he feels it.
Get some rest, darling. He says quietly. Tomorrow will be a long day.
You nod, pulling the blanket up around you.
Don’t leave me. You whisper back to him. Please.
The moon shines through the window, sending a white beam of light along the dirty floor.
Never. He answers. I love you.
You shut your eyes, imagining the moon shining through the stained glass in the apartment above the classroom.
I love you. You reply, falling asleep.