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Re: Catch all for my stuffles
Oh look. I wrote stuff. A harry Potter Fanfic me and a friend are working on. Will eventually be Draco/Harry
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In that order.
Right now it's Severus and his wife having childbearing problems.
Oh look. I wrote stuff. A harry Potter Fanfic me and a friend are working on. Will eventually be Draco/Harry
...
In that order.
Right now it's Severus and his wife having childbearing problems.
Severus sat with an arm around his wife in the waiting room of the Royal College of Obstetricians and Gynaecologists. “Stupid Muggles,” he muttered under his breath as he stared around at all of the other couples with their happy faces and their glowing emotions. Husbands and wives and children all talking excitedly to each other, the chatter causing a headache to grow from his left eye and spread to his temples. “What are those contraptions they’re playing with?”
Evelyn shook her head and looked up at him, “They aren’t that bad, Severus. You must admit that traveling by muggle car is much easier on the body than portkey,” she gave him a broad smile and continued in a quieter voice, “you know I don’t like to apparate, every time I floo I end up covered in soot, and portkeys make me sick.”
“I know, but-”
“No buts, Severus,” she turned back to her Pregnancy and Newborn magazine and when a soft smile graced her features, Severus let his side of the argument drop and he shifted in his seat to stare at a rather unusual looking plant.
Strange. he thought, I’ve never seen a Ficus benjamina look so healthy. They usually die if you so much as sneeze on them. He reached a cautious hand out to feel one of the leaves and nearly jerked his hand back at the strange texture. He looked over at his wife, who was still blissfully perusing her magazine, before he looked back at the odd fig tree. This is not natural. He rubbed the leaf between his fingers and reached out to touch the bark and then the soil. To his surprise there was no soil in the pot, only a springy brown material. While he was musing to himself over the unnatural state of the plant he heard his name being called.
“Mr. and Mrs. Snape? Please follow me.” A older brunette woman led them down a hallway and ushered them into a door. “The doctor will be with you shortly,” she smiled and closed the door behind her.
The potions Master frowned at the door as if he could make the doctor suddenly appear. “I wish there was a specialist in our world who could help us with the problems we’ve been having. If magic can’t help us, I don’t see how these muggle barbarities are going to help.”
“Well there’s not,” the blonde woman gave him a pointed look, “This is our last hope. You know he’s going to get rid of me if I lose one more.”
“There’s no proof of that,” he protested.
“Of course there’s no proof but Dolohov is on his third wife! His third. Obviously the man is at fault but your master is so archaic that it must be the woman who is the problem.” She gave a little snort of derision, “But of course she’s sleeping around on him, why else would they be on their third child? Or what about Yaxley! They had just announced her pregnancy when she came down with a case of Dragon Pox and died! You don’t get Dragon Pox in your thirties, it’s a childhood illness! Where would she have contracted it?”
“I think maybe your nerves are getting the better of you,” he replied but he knew that time was winding down for them and he had no words of comfort for his wife. He just steeled himself to doing whatever it took with these muggle procedures to keep her with him.
The door swung open before she could reply and in stepped a handsome young man in green scrubs with a clipboard in one hand and a pen in the other. He tapped the pen on the clipboard a few times, letting the door swing shut, before he sat down in a chair opposite the couple. “I’m glad you came to us. I know you’re having issues with this, but let me assure you that we are a hybrid clinic. I’m a half-blood, yes. My father was a surgical obstetrician and I followed in his footsteps. I went to Hogwarts and in addition to my muggle training I also became a board certified Healer.”
Evelyn shook her head and looked up at him, “They aren’t that bad, Severus. You must admit that traveling by muggle car is much easier on the body than portkey,” she gave him a broad smile and continued in a quieter voice, “you know I don’t like to apparate, every time I floo I end up covered in soot, and portkeys make me sick.”
“I know, but-”
“No buts, Severus,” she turned back to her Pregnancy and Newborn magazine and when a soft smile graced her features, Severus let his side of the argument drop and he shifted in his seat to stare at a rather unusual looking plant.
Strange. he thought, I’ve never seen a Ficus benjamina look so healthy. They usually die if you so much as sneeze on them. He reached a cautious hand out to feel one of the leaves and nearly jerked his hand back at the strange texture. He looked over at his wife, who was still blissfully perusing her magazine, before he looked back at the odd fig tree. This is not natural. He rubbed the leaf between his fingers and reached out to touch the bark and then the soil. To his surprise there was no soil in the pot, only a springy brown material. While he was musing to himself over the unnatural state of the plant he heard his name being called.
“Mr. and Mrs. Snape? Please follow me.” A older brunette woman led them down a hallway and ushered them into a door. “The doctor will be with you shortly,” she smiled and closed the door behind her.
The potions Master frowned at the door as if he could make the doctor suddenly appear. “I wish there was a specialist in our world who could help us with the problems we’ve been having. If magic can’t help us, I don’t see how these muggle barbarities are going to help.”
“Well there’s not,” the blonde woman gave him a pointed look, “This is our last hope. You know he’s going to get rid of me if I lose one more.”
“There’s no proof of that,” he protested.
“Of course there’s no proof but Dolohov is on his third wife! His third. Obviously the man is at fault but your master is so archaic that it must be the woman who is the problem.” She gave a little snort of derision, “But of course she’s sleeping around on him, why else would they be on their third child? Or what about Yaxley! They had just announced her pregnancy when she came down with a case of Dragon Pox and died! You don’t get Dragon Pox in your thirties, it’s a childhood illness! Where would she have contracted it?”
“I think maybe your nerves are getting the better of you,” he replied but he knew that time was winding down for them and he had no words of comfort for his wife. He just steeled himself to doing whatever it took with these muggle procedures to keep her with him.
The door swung open before she could reply and in stepped a handsome young man in green scrubs with a clipboard in one hand and a pen in the other. He tapped the pen on the clipboard a few times, letting the door swing shut, before he sat down in a chair opposite the couple. “I’m glad you came to us. I know you’re having issues with this, but let me assure you that we are a hybrid clinic. I’m a half-blood, yes. My father was a surgical obstetrician and I followed in his footsteps. I went to Hogwarts and in addition to my muggle training I also became a board certified Healer.”