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Chapter: Invitation Redemption
“Ah…” he groaned when he got up from bed.
His muscles felt relaxed as well as his mind. It had been put at rest when Margo massaged his skull, kissed him, and had put Marcella to sleep. When his wife had come back, Severus wrapped his arms around her and the three Snapes had fallen asleep soundly, without a word being sounded.
Severus closed his eyes as he stretched out is arms.
Everything was at peace, it was calm… and…
His wife was not in bed.
He groaned again when he opened his eyes to see that her side of the bed had been neatly arranged.
He panicked when he heard a loud baby’s giggle come from downstairs.
Where were his wife and daughter?
Severus got his black velvety robe and pranced stealthy down the stairs.
Once he was on the first floor and holding himself upright by holding the kitchen’s doorframe, he glanced at his wife, whom was a true master at multitasking. She was attending baby Marcella meanwhile she cooked. It amazed him that she could give each thing that she was doing the right amount of time. Marcella was given spoonfuls of apple sauce meanwhile she waited for the timer to go off.
The smell was heavenly to his nose as his wife looked delectable to his eyes.
His stomach churned, reminding him that it was around ten o’clock in the morning and he needed to eat now.
When he stepped forward into the kitchen, she looked up quickly from baby Marcella. She immediately put her hand on her heart.
“Severus! You gave me quite a scare!” she exclaimed.
Severus took a seat beside her. “I beg you my pardon, Marge. Honestly and truthfully.”
She gave him a quick peck on the cheek to give him her response, “And I forgive you, my Potions Master.”
“My lovely Secret Potions Mistress… have I ever told you that you look heavenly radiant in the sun that always comes through our kitchen window?” Severus succumbed to feeling sweet.
He only spoke sweetly to his wife; henceforth now.
She put down Marcella’s bowl on the table and sat down next to her husband. His arms were outstretched and they enveloped her, holding her closely to him. He pressed his lips to the top of her head.
“Do I only look radiant in the sun that comes in here?” Margo asked, acting insulted, she continued, “I have never felt so offended!”
“I was only jesting,” he replied softly, “You look radiant everywhere.”
She craned her face to look at him in the eye.
His heart skipped a beat when he saw how delicately grass-green her eyes were. They looked beautiful.
“And you look too handsome to be true, Severus,” she huffed, wriggled out of his arms, got up, and attended to the food that was on the stove.
Baby Marcella watched idly as her Father gaped and her Mother soon started to cry.
“Why are you crying, Marge?” he asked, getting up from his seat and going to her.
He rubbed her shoulders as if to make her feel better, but Marcella’s Mum started to sob.
“I don’t know…” she sobbed. “I was happy one moment and now… I feel so odd…”
Her husband speculated her for a moment, got a gleam in his eye, but laid a kiss on the curve of her neck.
“That was a Mood swing, dear,” he informed her, smiling a bit.
Margo looked at him with raised eyebrows. “Do you think…?”
“We’ll have to see to that later with Madame Pomfrey because I don’t trust that other healer as much.” Severus kissed her again and breathed in her scent.
Hmm…cinnamon and herbs…
With her smell he suddenly felt appeased as Margo whispered, “I quite agree.”
At that moment, an owl arrived at their kitchen window, holding a crimson white envelope.
Severus opened the window, snatched one of the pieces of bacon that his wife was cooking, and fed it to the owl as he continued to untie the white envelope from the brown barn owl.
“Read it aloud, please,” Margo suggested as she wiped away her tears away.
Severus did as she asked, “
Severus & Marge Snape,
You are invited to Cicily Abner Harry Potter’s wedding which will be held on October 30th of this year. Be sure to dress in your best, be happy, and be excited for there will also be a reception right after to celebrate Halloween right after the wedding.
Harry & Cicily-soon-to-be-Potter
Costumes are applicable to be worn during the reception.
Margo raised her eyebrows. “Costumes are applicable to be worn during the reception?”
“Yes, darling, that’s what it says,” Severus replied as he pondered Who in the right mind would do that during a reception?
He was too late to form a back-up plan when his wife grinned, “Do you think that we could go as a royal family?”
Severus looked at her with mild surprise. “What?”
“You could go as a King, I a Queen, and Marcella as a Princess!” Margo said ecstatically.
Her husband looked at her with uncertainty. “Are you in a Mood Swing at the moment, Marge?”
“Nonsense, dear, now go and attend to Marcey if you don’t have any ideas for the costumes,” his wife whisked him away with her hand.
Severus looked at little Marcella, whom was playing with her applesauce. Even though she was giggling, her face was sputtered with applesauce.
“Nah-ah-ah, Marcey, don’t play with your food, child,” he cooed as he flicked his wand to free her clothes of the mess and wiped her face with a small bib that was around her neck.
Once she was cleaned up and Margo was humming, Severus looked at his wife with a wary eye and told Marcella quietly, “Let us hope that your Mummy doesn’t make us ill presented.”
Severus noticed for once how a woman on mood swings could be a dangerous woman when there were endless options for costumes to a party. He also made a mental note to give a stern talk-to to whomever it was that put such an idea in the invitation.
Harry woke up, his arms wound tightly around his smart-alecky fiancé. Where you belong, Sisi.
He closed his eyes as he wafted in her scent. Sweet flowers of a garden… he thought with a large smile on his lips.
He opened his eyes again, now noting that her pearly white skin glowed in their sunbathed room and that her dark-auburn highlights had faded completely. He also noticed how cute the pucker of her lips were and how relaxed and gentle her face appeared when she slept.
Of course, it wasn’t that he noticed these things for the first time; he was seeing them again and seeing how much he had missed each feature of her person.
He bent over her face and kissed her so as to admire her ordinary beauty; the beauty that he loved seeing each morning ever since they got engaged.
Harry felt at peace. Ever since she had started sleeping with him, her yells, screams, and nightmares had ended. Back in those days he had continuously asked her what was bothering her sleep and she didn’t tell him until he reminded her of his feelings.
”I’m here because I love you and you are the most important thing to me,” Harry had told her, ”If you tell me what your nightmares are about, I’ll help you and try to get you over them.”
She had listened and told him everything about the nightmares. Most of them were about her going away from her house and trying to survive for the one week after the Death Eaters had attacked their home. Evidently, Cicily missed the empty space that Caelestis Abner had left behind after his death; even if he had died to protect his wife, Margo, and daughter, Cicily.
Harry also got to learn more about her and he remembered when she told him about her dark-auburn highlights.
”I just wear them because… they’re something that I can remember my Dad for,” Cicily had looked flushed and repentant. ”Since I got my Mum’s black hair and not my Dad’s dark auburn – why not mix both?”
Harry let go of Cicily for a moment once the thought of the invitations hit him.
He hesitated. I could wait for her to wake up so we can work on the invitations together…
He obliged to the idea. Hmm… get to sleep with my Sisi until she wakes up… you never know the goodies that are in store for that… He kept back a chuckle, embracing her again, but before that she had twitched.
Over come by concern, Harry checked her pulse. Her heart was beating faster than the normal rate (and you didn’t need to be a Healer to know that). After he embraced her, her heart calmed down much more until it obtained the regular thud of a healthy heart.
Thank God that Aurors have to get to know that! he thought as he buried his face in her petal-soft neck.
That was when she woke up with a yawn. Harry kissed her neck whilst she fidgeted.
“Harry…” she yawned, “Good…Morning…!”
Harry whispered into her ear, “Good Morning, Cicily…”
“Wha…” she yawned, but rubbed her eyes from the sleepiness that resided in them. “What time is it?”
Harry watched the engagement ring that was in its rightful place in her ring finger meanwhile he answered her question, “It’s about nine o’clock.”
Cicily’s black hair got into her face when she rubbed her eyes again. This time Harry leaned in to tuck the strands of hair behind her ears and when she stopped rubbing her eyes, he leaned in closer to kiss her.
His vision got hazy as he watched her close her eyes and wrap her arms around his neck whilst Harry wrapped her in an embrace. It was a tight embrace and Harry wanted to feel it completely. His heart bounced when he felt the pulse of her own heart as he continued to kiss her.
Eventually… they stopped because their stomachs churned with hunger.
Besides all of that, Cicily had cried, “The invitations!”
“What about them?” Harry asked as he straightened his pajama top.
Cicily got her comb and quickly brushed through her hair. “Well, we do want to send them out to tell everyone which day the wedding is, right?”
He agreed with a nod.
She gave him a devilish smile and proceeded to straighten her sleeping gown. “Let’s get going then.”
Harry watched as his fiancé walk out of the room, her black hair swinging side to side as she turned into the hallway. He took in a deep breath as he felt his heart pound greatly in his chest. And then he let go of that breath when Cicily’s face appeared by the doorframe.
“Are you coming or not, sleepy head?” she asked as she brushed her hair some more.
Harry smiled crookedly at her when he put his glasses back on and followed her down the stairs and to the kitchen.
From that point, she cooked breakfast and got the invitations settled by an “auto-quill” that hovered in the air with the invitations.
Harry was instantly reminded about Rita Skeeter and her automatic lime-colored quill that always hovered with a notebook. This time Cicily was in charge of a crimson quill and was asking him, “What do you want to do for the reception?”
“I don’t know… what exactly do you do at a reception?” he asked lamely.
His fiancé bit her lip and then pondered, “Well, everyone has fun and celebrates the wedding… and since our wedding will be on the 30th and the reception is usually after the wedding… we’ll be partying on the 31st before long. So, would it be a good idea to make Halloween costumes available for the wedding?”
Harry thought about how much fun people would have by dressing up, but when he thought about what his soon-to-be-father-in-law might wear to the reception… he decided that it was worth it.
Who’s ever seen Snape wear a costume? He sniggered and replied straightly, “Yes, I think that’d be a great idea.”
“Thank you, Harry,” she grinned and then told the quill, “P.s. Costumes are applicable to be worn during the reception.”
Harry continued to smile crookedly as Cicily enveloped the invitations and sent them away with the brown barn owl that he decided to buy recently, which she had dubbed fondly “Brownie”.
Cicily asked Harry, “What would you like to go dressed as?”
“Wouldn’t be plain enough to just be the married couple?” he wondered as he ate a piece of his pancake.
She narrowed her eyes at him, but he got unnerved by her smirking lips. “I think that it would be a better idea if we were… a pair of Vampires that just got married.”
“Nice, I love the touch of originality, you know,” Harry told her sarcastically, but he smiled. “It seems like a good idea though. Do you have fake fangs?”
“Yeah, I do,” Cicily answered with a beam. “And I have some paints too.”
Eventually the envelopes were sent off and soon Cicily and Harry ate breakfast together, never breaking their eye contact. Harry thought over the costumes though.
Well, at least I won’t have to change.
Ginger and Sirius walked by the beach as they tried to choose their costumes for the wedding.
“Do you think that you could go as a heart-breaker?” Ginger, the light-brown-haired woman, asked her gray-eyed husband.
Sirius raised an eyebrow in question. “Er… how does a heart-breaker look like?”
“Ah…” she was about to answer, but instead she sighed, “Never mind about that then.”
Sirius squeezed her hand. “Don’t worry, dear, we’ll get something in order sooner or later. Why don’t we enjoy the ocean for once?”
Ginger obliged and turned to look at the ocean. The people on the boats were cashing fish off near the coast line, meanwhile other people enjoyed the washy shores.
That was when she looked at Sirius with enlightened eyes.
“Would you mind being a pirate?”
He raised his eyebrow again. “A pirate? Isn’t that like Black Beard or something?”
“Yes, like him, except I’m sure that you’ll look sexier than that terrible pirate did. I mean… you could wear an eye patch too!” Ginger exclaimed as a fresh breeze erupted from the ocean shore.
Sirius then suggested, “I bet that you would be a great gypsy or genie…”
“Hmm… how about we’re just a pirate that found a genie on his way through the seven seas?” Ginger played along.
Sirius kissed her. “Yes, you’ll do as a genie and I’ll be the pirate.”
For the rest of the afternoon, the two of them enjoyed themselves by going to a restaurant that was close to the shore stores. Sirius was surprised to see that his wife could speak the native language superbly even though she had told him that she couldn’t. Soon, the two of them went back to their hotel and slept, snuggled up to each other.
~*~|*|~*~ A/n: So yeah, they have chosen what they’re going to be. (Well, not Severus and Margo – they’re still thinking about it.)
Thank you Snapegirl for giving me the superb idea of Sirius’ costume. :D You have quite an imagination, if I might compliment you. :] I’ll read sooner or later though. I’m still trying to get to my 600 review mark.
I’ve been busy, but I’ve also been trying to write when I feel like I’m in writing-mood.
Anyways, a question for my reviewers:
*What’s up with Margo?
If you get this right, I’ll go and read the fic (or fics) that you have up and leave a review as well as add your fic to my favorites. =]
Until later, from your writer and reviewer,
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