Not Wisely, but Well
This started with chocolate_frog's
writing A Delicate Way,
which she offered up to fandom to write our own sequels. I wrote Devotion. You must read
Delicate Way and Devotion in order to understand this sequel. Trequel?
Title: Not Wisely, But Well
Sequel to "A Delicate Way", and "Devotion"
This story was requested and beta read by ausmac.
He loved the child. He had no choice.
The Dark Lord lay dead, defeated as theyd all known would happen. The Prophet had
been full of celebrations and congratulations, interviews with heroes and photographs of
the fallen enemy. The enemy, the losers, those that chose the wrong side.
Those that chose tradition and the safety of the magical peoples against those that chose
the politically correct path: the future.
And the fact that Voldemort had tried to offer safety to witches and wizards and protect
them from muggles and the exposure risk of mudbloods was forgotten. Just as the giants and
the werewolves would be forgotten once the Ministry had its way and killed or destroyed
all of the overweening magical peoples it couldnt enslave.
Snape wondered how long until the Ministry declared the Centaurs as dangerous, despite
their recent alliance, and brought them violently to heel. He believed that the way it was
going, the Ministry would destroy magic altogether within just a few generations. All the
magical peoples would be ground out of existence, all the wizards and witches so dilute
with dirty blood they may as well be muggles all. And he knew hed had a large part
in this, and could hold no one else accountable if he didnt also blame himself.
Snape traced a finger over the photo of the Dark Lord in his copy of The Prophet, and the
insane, furious lines face softened just for a second as the photograph recognised him. If
only the Dark Lord had remained the sane visionary that Snape had fallen in love with -
never too bright, but charismatic and fascinating, until hed commenced his raving
fall into madness.
Snape threw the paper into the fire and watched his love burn.
The Quibbler, on the other hand, didnt concern itself with such uncommon place
mundanities as war. It had far more interesting news to report, such as the fact that a
Hogwarts Professor was pregnant. A male Hogwarts Professor. The first wizard to get
pregnant in centuries. A great sign, an omen of fantastic things to come for the
portentous new millennium.
A baby, to be born to one of the heroes of the war. One who spied, one who risked his life
to save the wizarding world from the Dark Lord. One who betrayed his love and soul and
world when it became obvious his love was destined for dust.
The Quibbler was alight with speculation over the identity of the childs father.
Theyd guessed Remus Lupin, sweet and gentle and popular and hastened to reassure the
population that lycanthropy wasnt genetic. Lupin hadnt denied the rumours.
Theyd guessed Sirius Black. Theyd guessed that their animosity disguised their
passion, and hastened to reassure the population that being undead wasnt genetic.
Black had threatened to sue for slander, after hed threatened to strangle them with
his bare hands.
Theyd guessed Hagrid and wondered how big the baby would be, with prizes for those
who correctly guessed the babys weight. Hagrid had blushed and chuckled and said:
"I should be so lucky!"
Theyd guessed Dumbledore and declared it would be the most powerful child of the
generation and could only be surpassed in power if, (they also guessed) that Harry Potter
(deceased) was the childs other parent. How tragic and romantic that would be, the
Every guess reported as truth, sometimes in the same issue. None of their truths ever came
close to being accurate.
But the child was much anticipated by a society casting about for its next celebrity, for
something to attach to and worship, and Snape was feted and pampered by all those around
him, even as he refused to satisfy their curiosity about the unborn child that clung to
his womb with claws and magic refusing to be torn from him until it was ready.
Snape threw those papers into the fire, too, lip curled in disgust at the paper that had
so joyfully exposed his secret to the world.
His little camp fire flared up briefly, flickering over the trees, creating goblin shapes
in the dark. He took another dose of a painkilling potion, letting it sooth his
contractions. Hed been taking the potion for nearly twenty four hours, disguising
the contractions so he could go about his duties without anyone knowing he was due.
The birth would be easy, despite his bodys unnatural accommodation of the child,
hed made plenty of potions to ensure gestation and labour were smooth and
Now Snapes waters had broken, so hed walked down here, to the little clearing
in the forest hed found and prepared, and waited for the child to come. He looked at
he sky and thought of the man hed loved, the man who had become a monster, the man
who would never see his child, and felt hot tears fog his vision before he angrily rubbed
He grabbed the shovel hed brought and started to dig. It didnt need to be a
wide hole, but it did need to be deep.
He loved the child, but he had no choice.
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