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For the first time in what seems like months, I finally have a chance to drop in and leave a note, and forgetting that lj was giving me so much trouble signing in that I finally created another account, I type in this user id without thinking and 'wala'. It lets me sign in. How extremely odd.

Just a little bit of an update for me:
The kids are doing great for teenagers who seem to believe that they are inherently more intelligent, more cunning, and more with-it than their mom. My youngest was recently baptized and firmly believes that (at twelve) he is a man! -- Despite the fact that he often can't be bothered with the responsibility of walking the one point three feet from his video game console to the trash can to throw away his chip and candy wrappers.

My eldest is perfect as usual. Her friends love her, her teachers love her, the world loves her, and I'm just totally oversensitive and jealous when I tell her that she may actually need to keep the three way calls and text messaging under control. We received an erroneous phone bill  for over 10,000, and she didn't even blink but said that her brother uses the phone, too. It struck me totally ridiculous that she could actually believe that our bill could be so high then groused that I pester her to do her room so much that it forces her to let her brother use the phone.

As for myself, where I thought I'd have time two write, it turned out that I had just enough time in the day (and enough bills) to pick up three more jobs - none of them full time, with benefits, or other perks. So, I've been a bit out of it but the major rush at the college seems to have sagged a little bit and I've had a few minutes to pop onto the computer.

Thought I'd say hi, and that I really really really really miss everyone, and have a few pieces, primarily HP that I can post. But, I'm pretty certain that I'm going to post them to the new lj address and keep this for a personal note spot. If you're still interested in reading them, drop me a response and I'll pm you the new user id (and yes there is a reason that I'd prefer to do this, but can't discuss it at the moment.)

Hope everyone is doing stunningly.  
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Title: Falling Stars

Rating: PG, Angst

Summary: The war's finished, the good guys won, and it's time to live. Wouldn’t it be lovely if that were true?

Falling Stars, p. 16

Sighing as he brushed away a fine sheen of sweat from Jule’s brow, Severus smirked lightly – studying the satiated gleam in her eyes as she slid from her perch across his hips and dropped languidly to the bed. When her breathing finally settled enough that she could speak, her snarl sounded rather cute to him – coming, as it did, breathed out on a thoroughly satisfied yawn: “So glad you’re amused.”

Dropping a finger to her lower lip, he traced it musingly from outer edge to outer edge as he decided that he would need to begin shielding soon. She was progressing quickly in her occlumency and legillimency training to the point that she might soon be able to read his unguarded thoughts (and would undoubtedly hex him seven ways to Sunday for thinking that mannerisms were cute in any form, but especially the scowls and snarks that she shot him ever so confidently as though he were a first year to be so easily quailed and intimidated).

“Amused?” he finally answered when her eyes threatened to darken, “No, that is not precisely how I would described my state; although I am loath to admit that it could more accurately fall into the range of giddiness.”

Her disbelieving snort crooked his lips into a wry smile as she denied dryly, “Severus Snape does not do giddy…”

 

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Title: Falling Stars

Rating: PG, Angst

Summary: The war's finished, the good guys won, and it's time to live. Wouldn’t it be lovely if that were true?

Falling Stars, p. 16

Sighing as he brushed away a fine sheen of sweat from Jule’s brow, Severus smirked lightly – studying the satiated gleam in her eyes as she slid from her perch across his hips and dropped languidly to the bed. When her breathing finally settled enough that she could speak, her snarl sounded rather cute to him – coming, as it did, breathed out on a thoroughly satisfied yawn: “So glad you’re amused.”

Dropping a finger to her lower lip, he traced it musingly from outer edge to outer edge as he decided that he would need to begin shielding soon. She was progressing quickly in her occlumency and legillimency training to the point that she might soon be able to read his unguarded thoughts (and would undoubtedly hex him seven ways to Sunday for thinking that mannerisms were cute in any form, but especially the scowls and snarks that she shot him ever so confidently as though he were a first year to be so easily quailed and intimidated).

“Amused?” he finally answered when her eyes threatened to darken, “No, that is not precisely how I would described my state; although I am loath to admit that it could more accurately fall into the range of giddiness.”

Her disbelieving snort crooked his lips into a wry smile as she denied dryly, “Severus Snape does not do giddy…”

“Not on a habitual basis, to be certain,” he admitted with some amusement just before she cut him off with the second half of her response, “and I . Am . Not . Cute. So, erase that description from your thoughts this second.”

“Time to begin shielding, then?” Severus asked, impressed that his wife had progressed to that level, in the two days since their last session, without his guidance.

“Soon, perhaps.” She corrected softly as she explained, “But, for the moment, it was merely that you are wearing the same condescending smile that you wear when you watch Miranda and Brian playing.”

 


 

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Title: Falling Stars

Rating: PG, Angst

Summary: The war's finished, the good guys won, and it's time to live. Wouldn’t it be lovely if that were true?

 

Falling Stars, p. 14

 

Harry smiled gratefully, for the change of topic, and nodded:

 Yes, Sir, I was just wondering where’d I’d be placed.”

 

“Placed? Do you want to be placed?”

 

“No!” The boy answered sharply and immediately,

then more uncertainly, “But, I don’t want to be a burden, either.

 I know you said you’d protect me, but this isn’t exactly

 what you signed- on for.”  (Part 11).

 

 

After a second glance to his wife, who was settled into a bed with their daughter, who was sniffling piteously – still shaken by her new brother’s burst of accidental magic,  Severus turned back to the child and caught his chin in a careful but firm grip.

 

“Child, child, calm yourself!” Severus caught the child’s shoulders- tightening his grip as the child continued to shriek silently – his mouth extended in anguish and fear. He hesitated a second before shaking the child, but to no effect and finally gathered himself and incanted, “legillimens!”

 


 

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Title: Falling Stars

Rating: PG, Angst

Summary: The war's finished, the good guys won, and it's time to live. Wouldn’t it be lovely if that were true?

 

from Falling Stars, Part 12

 

Unlike his daughter, Severus’s son had almost gaunt features that further

 accentuated the addition of Severus’s easily recognizable lips and nose –

right down to the thick bump of  cartilage at the ridge of his nose.

 The tell-tale bump, in itself, was proof of his wife’s theory.

Rather than adopting the natural structure of his new father’s nose,

 as his daughter had, the boy had apparently wished his restructured nose

 to include the thick bump that Severus’s uncle had put there when he broke

 the then fourteen year-old’s nose and refused to heal it.

 

Falling Stars, Part 13

While Juliette went to wake and dress their daughter, Severus poured his young associate another tea and waited for the young man to broach whatever subject he had been mulling over nervously. When it seemed that the young man would be unable to marshal his nerves, Severus finally spoke.

“Neville, you might prevent at least some bruising if you would cease gnawing at your lower lip and simply state whatever it is that has been troubling you. If it would be of any assistance, I can offer to restrain from casting any permanently damaging hexes for a period of … say… ten minutes.”

“Haa-hh,” the younger professor barked appreciatively. “Never one to mince words are you? Chop, shred, dice, and crush…but, never mince. Very well, to be blunt, I would like to give Harry his birthday gift, but due to the circumstances, it’s something that I will need to ask that you maintain and hold in trust for him until.”

“Indeed and what is the nature of this gift that you cannot transfer it to him immediately? A broom? A wand? I can think of very little in the wizarding world that your nature would find appealing that a child could not enjoy.”

Severus’s had rarely regretted being burdened with a harsh nature. In truth, he was rather certain that if he had been a single trace softer, he would not have survived his harsh up-bringing, much less his years of service to the order. Nevertheless, as he watched the solemn young man slip a charmed ribbon off from around the scroll that had softly slapped in his hand and quietly whisper a charm to end the birthday theme it had begun to play, he might have otherwise wished that he had the innate ability to provide comfort to the boy. After scanning the scroll, Neville slipped a page of it out and dropped it into his pocket before passing it to Severus.  

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Title: Falling Stars

Rating: PG, Angst

Summary: The war's finished, the good guys won, and it's time to live. Wouldn’t it be lovely if that were true?


 




Falling Stars, Part 1
Had Severus’s reflexes been even a second slower, the wizarding
world would have lost it’s latest hero. Instead, without pausing to think,
Severus roared ‘Immobillus’ and froze even the air surrounding Potter so that
 the child hung over the edge of the tower– staring at the ground below. As his
 heart lurched in panic, Severus rushed forward grabbing the boy and
pulling him back in.





Part 2
A suddenly sickening thought struck them both at once. What if they
hadn’t convinced, Harry? What if he hadn’t trusted them? Hermione
began to sway weakly, even as she heard the Headmistress urging,
“Hurry Severus, Hurry. He’s on the roof of the Astronomy tower.”



Part 3
Flitwick was guiding him away – totally misinterpreting his surprise
as distress. For almost a minute, Severus was tempted to startle the tiny
man with a derisive smile at the unsolicited compassion, but if it helped him
get away sooner, he could play the distraught mentor.


Part 4
This notice is to inform you that, as of twelve midnight, on this day,
 under the 3rd square of Mars and Saturn, I formally tender my resignation
of the position of Potions Instructor at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft
and Wizardry.  After twenty-two years of gainful employment, the
exigencies of war have made returning to the classroom inconceivable.




Part 5
“He was willing to simply throw his life away on a single interpretation
of a prophesy? How dim is this child?”  Chuckling at her mildly irreverent
 wit and amused that she’d make a comment like that about the cherished
 boy-who-lived, Severus stared at his diminutive wife, feeling somehow relieved
that she had not falsely improved her appearance in the intervening years.




Part 6
“I killed off the Snapes, Mom. That’s all. At the manor and here. No more
Snapes ... anywhere. Poof. They’re gone.” Something in her slurred voice
 sounded off to Severus as he bent over the table gasping at the pain
in his stomach.




Part 7
“Yeah, I cleared it all. She had a lot more than he did, but I didn’t let go
until I was sure the poison was out of both of their systems. As long as it
didn’t cause any other damage, it should be okay.” Mr. Potter turned
reassuringly to her and swayed as he nodded. “Harry!” The young… healer,
judging by his familiarity with healing spells and techniques jumped
forward and caught his friend.




Part 8
De-aging! Potion De-aging – no less! Not only illegal – after it was used in the
last war to help numerous Death Eaters escape justice for their crimes- but bloody
dangerous as well. Beyond the inherent danger in many of the materials used -just
tailoring the absorption to the recipient’s digestive pattern’s is ruddy difficult-
not to mention, balancing it against the recipient’s magical core.




Part 9
“No, he’s not ill…” Neville’s voice dropped to a tight, half-swallowed
whisper, “At the moment, he’s trying to survive the effects of dragon’s
blood poisoning. He’s descending into more pain than I can even imagine,
 and he’s got a very small chance of coming out of it.




Part 10
"...The greater and purer a wizard’s magics – the longer his body resists
 the burn – the longer the torture he suffers.” Juliette watched her daughter
 pale and finally finished, asking:  “I wonder, Celeste, if you can think of anyone
living whose magics are greater or purer than Mr. Potter’s?”




Part 11
Behind her scowl, Severus watched her eyes snap as she made one
connection after another until the deep creases between her brows
pinched then smoothed letting him know that she… “I’m an idiot,”
Juliette groaned before she turned and started back down the hall.  
 
“No, Jule.” He chided teasingly, “You’re a witch.”




Part 12
A brief grin curled her lips as she nodded, watching in amusement
as they turned to study Potter’s countenance. “Yes, our …son seems to
 look a great deal more like his father  than I would have expected him to –
 given the circumstances.”  ...  Unlike his daughter, Severus’s son had almost
gaunt features that further accentuated the addition of Severus’s easily
recognizable lips and nose – right down to the thick bump of 
cartilage at the ridge of his nose.




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Title: Falling Stars

Rating: PG, Angst

Summary: The war's finished, the good guys won, and it's time to live. Wouldn’t it be lovely if that were true?

 

from Falling Stars, Part 11

 

“Harry, I can assure you from the memories that I was privy to  in

earlier occulmency sessions that you are in no way a child, whom

I would consider burdensome. Regardless of your ridiculously gryffindorish morality,

 I perceive no inherent difficulty or unpleasantry attendant with raising you.

Nor does my wife, Juliette. We have discussed the situation thoroughly,

 in fact, and are in complete agreement in that we each fully intend to raise you –

with our daughter- as brother and sister.”

 

Falling Stars, Part 12

 

Severus stared at the children curiously- wondering to himself what he had been expecting. To be certain, de-aging potions could be chancy to brew and dangerous to use, but he had carefully studied the potion, Longbottom’s brewing set up, and the modified formula before he allowed Potter and his daughter to take it.

 

Much to his surprise, though he shouldn’t have been nearly so surprised when he had, himself, endorsed Longbottom to succeed him as the Hogwart’s potions instructor, Severus found that not only had the younger professor anticipated and addressed all of the potential adverse reactions but also had used several uncommon catalyzing agents to make the most benefit of these reactions. The annoying boy had actually improved the potion in a number of ways that Severus had long suspected could be done- though never without the resentment that he could not, on his own, test the improvements himself due to his unwillingness and inability to incessantly simper and coo around the fairies inhabiting the fairy lace. Not even to speak of his frustrating inability to foster the overly sensitive hestia’s lace plant.

 

Yet, despite his irritation with the fates that it would be none other than the very student - whom he had for so long considered not only his worst student, but also hopelessly inept – who would be the first potion brewer to test his theories in a manner that would have a direct and chief impact on his future… Severus had been relieved to see the improvements that would make the children’s transition smoother, quicker, and less painful. So, perhaps, he should not have been entirely surprised to note that, barely two hours after they had ingested the potion, its recipients had almost completely transformed in their charmed sleep without showing even a single trace of pain.

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Title: Falling Stars

Rating: PG, Angst

Summary: The war's finished, the good guys won, and it's time to live. Wouldn’t it be lovely if that were true?

 

from Falling Stars, Part 10

 

How dare he interfere. As if being able to brew the blasted potion

gives him the right to…pry into my affairs.

Speaking as insufferably as if he were the headmaster.

 What I tell my child… my child is to my own discretion, and I’ll not have him

or anyone chastising the girl as if he knows what she’s suffered, what she’s lost.

 

He was barely seconds away from chasing after the boy

when his daughter’s pitiful voice cut through his anger.

 

““Mama, is it true? Did I po-ison the boy who lived?”

 

Falling Stars, Part 11

 

Severus followed Juliette quietly until they were out the door and out of sight.

 

“Well?” She asked turning ti face his expected ire, but was stunned to see him wearing a wry smile.

 

“Your description of her choices were very disparate.”

 

“Yes.” She grumbled.

 

“Jule,” Severus had to stifle a surprised laugh as her head shot up, allowing him to see the anxiety, frustration, and no little anger roiling behind her eyes.  He had forgotten how long it could take for her to drop her defensiveness when they disagreed.

 

“Jule, I agree with your little tirade in there and felt it was particularly well done, in fact.”

 

“Really?” She asked with archy skepticism.

 

“Then, perhaps you could explain why you persisted in interrupting me.” She demanded, her pique leaving her voice high-pitched and harsh even though she was whispering.

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Title: Falling Stars

Rating: PG, Angst

Summary: The war's finished, the good guys won, and it's time to live. Wouldn’t it be lovely if that were true?

 

from Falling Stars, Part 9

 

“No, he’s not ill…” Neville’s voice dropped to a tight, half-swallowed whisper,

“At the moment, he’s trying to survive the effects of dragon’s blood poisoning.

 He’s descending into more pain than I can even imagine, and he’s got a very

small chance of coming out of it. I can-t talk about him – not now, not with you.

 I’ll get your mum, but I – I need to be with Harry.”

 

Escaping her side, Neville turned and stumbled to a halt in astonishment and distress. Professor Snape and his wife were standing in the doorway staring at him

with mixed looks of alarm, resentment, and anger.

 

 

 

Falling Stars, Part 10

 

Seething anger wrapped itself around Severus’s throat as he let Longbottom pass.

 

How dare he interfere. As if being able to brew the blasted potion gives him the right to…

pry into my affairs. Speaking as insufferably as if were the headmaster. What I tell my child… my child is to my own discretion, and I’ll not have him or anyone chastising the girl as if he knows what she’s suffered, what she’s lost.

 

He was barely seconds away from chasing after the boy when his daughter’s pitiful voice cut through his anger.

 

“Mama, is it true? Did I po-ison the boy who lived?”

 

The pain on her face tore through him as he tried to gauge how much of the truth she should be told.

 

“Well, isn’t that what you wanted?” he was astonished to hear his wife nearly snarl.

 

“Jule,” he warned softly, “She’s …” … but his wife was ignoring him as she stared angrily into her daughter’s face.

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Title: Falling Stars

Rating: PG, Angst

Summary: The war's finished, the good guys won, and it's time to live. Wouldn’t it be lovely if that were true?

 

from Falling Stars, Part 8

 

Neville waited barely a second as she shared a glance with her husband

 to see if he thought they were interpreting his statement in the same way

 before he chimed in, “Barely two minutes before Harry summoned me,

I finished decanting the finished potion…enough for two recipients.”

 

Falling Stars, Part 9

 

Leaving his suggestion to settle in, Neville quietly turned and headed back up the stairs. As he reached the top, a soft sound caught his attention and drew him to the door of the room next to Harry’s. Celeste had woken and was sitting up as far as the sticking charm would let her, softly sobbing into fists curled tightly against her lips to stifle the sounds she was making.

 
“Here now.” He murmured softly, “What’s this? Are you in pain?”

 
Seeming almost oblivious to his approach, until he was standing beside her, she finally shook her head no, but the fists remained pressed just as tightly to her lips and the sobs, if they let up- did so only enough to let her catch her breath before another round.

 
“Harry said you had quite a bit of it in your system, so it would only make sense if you’re feeling off – even emotional, things like that can mess with your magical core and make it difficult, if not impossible, to balance your emotions. I could get you a calming drought if you’d like.”

 

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