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His wand raises and points at her, and it's not the green flash she was expecting, instead it's something else, sickening yellow. Just as it's about to hit her there's an enraged scream. "HERMIONE!" It's Severus. He's here. There's a blur of black in front of her vision, blocking the path of the spell just as her body bares down, on the child that is crowning between her legs. Ron is falling, stunned or dead she doesn't know, but either way he's hitting the ground. But something's wrong, as another body is falling beside her, and her heart feels like it's being torn from her chest. When she sees him lying there, she screams.

"SEVERUS!"

There are tears streaming down her face, her body continues to bare down, as she stares at the struggling body beside her.

Severus wrapped his around her, arm bracing against her leg to aid her. "I'm here love, it's alright, keep pushing you're almost there"

The mares are finally free, as Severus gets in position between her legs .

One last push, and her child is delivered into it's fathers arms.

Lucretia stands a respectful distance, as Lagertha goes to inform the stallions and break the mare's magic to allow them access.

Severus cradles his now crying child, a boy, and Hermione holds out her arms an gives him a desperate look. "Severus Please."

There's nothing more that needs to be said, as he passes the child over to her and quickly dashes to Lucreatia, taking in the fallen body in her arms.

"Bring him Severus, please, bring him"

As tenderly as he held his son, he cradles the broken form of the large raven, his own tears wet on his face.

There's a weak caw from him as Hermione reaches out for the bird.

Her son is resting on her chest, his quiet cries letting the world know of his disdain for it already, as Severus gently hands the raven to Hermione.

With a shaking hand, Hermione cupped the dying Raven to her other breast, beside her son.

"Look what you did Odin..."

The black eye of the raven, met the equally black eyes of the small boy who gentled with the presence of the raven.

"Odin look what you did you sweet bird, you saved him, Odin we love you so much." Severus stroked his Ravens back gently, as Hermione spoke.

Tilting his head to look out of his one good eye, Odin looked at the baby cradled to Hermione's chest. A Chubby fist reached out and landed on the birds back, and with a small and satisfied caw, the raven tugged at one of the ebony locks of the newborn babe, already curly like his mothers, and then went still.

And Hermione and Severus wept.

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The body of Ronald Weasley disappeared from the clearing before the Auror arrived. When he did arrive and questioned what exactly had happened, he was refused. When he argued, the Margorian politely told him that they had already had their chance at punishing the boy, and look where it had lead to. The minister for magic himself, asked what was to become of the boy and Margorian had answered in all honesty, that it was not his place to decide. His crime was against the mares, and it was they who would decide what the fates had in store for him. As Severus, cradling his newborn son dared them to continue.

The Auror looked as if he wanted to argue, but the Minister stopped him. "Auror Savage, Ronald Weasley died this day. Body was not recovered. See that the death certificate is filed."

When Hermione returned with the mares, he did not ask what they had done. Simply took his family and made his way back home.

In the clearing next to a small beautifully polished stone, sat an even smaller one, carved with the likeness of a feather.

Epilogue

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4 weeks later

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Hermione and Severus were sat in the clearing, picnicking with the herd, as the foals fawned over the new baby. It had been an intensely long day, and one for the record books. Hermione and Severus had approached Margorian the week prior, and explained to him a certain custom that muggles had. More specifically they had asked him to be their son's godfather.

Margorian had been honoured, once he understood exactly what they were asking, and when they approached the ministry of magic with a lesbian Quidditch teacher as godmother, and a centaur stallion as godfather, they knew exactly what the headlines for the prophet were going to be the next day.

Though they both had smiled at each other, as they knew they wouldn't have it any other way.

There was a sudden commotion and a strange cry from the woods that broke through the clearing, and both Margorian and Severus turned to the noise, only to settle when they noticed it was two rutting hippogriffs.

There was another loud squawk as the large male mounted the other.

"Pity isn't it?" Hermione asked casually, as she and Lucretia walked to the side of the two men.

"How so, Mikrofotia?" Margorian asked.

"Well, we all know how violent rutting Hippogriffs are, they'll constantly mate with anything for days, even other males. The other hippogriffs usually take to the skies to avoid the amorous advances of males in rut, but that one's a runt and was born with deformed wing, so can't fly" She gestured to the much smaller animal and twisted wings on its back. "Funnily enough, it also seems to have a hormone imbalance of some sort, sends the males crazy into rut whenever they're within 50ft of it."

They looked once more at the piteous creature being mounted by the much larger male. From the sounds of the calls coming from the forest, another male had heard the commotion and was making its way towards them.

"What a pity" She repeated as she walked off, lucretia close behind.

Severus shared a glance with the centaur stallion beside him.

"Margorian?" He asked contemplatively. "Have you ever seen a Hippogriff, with a red mane before?"

After a moment, the stallion answered.

"No, I Can't say that I ever have."

Turning to each other they shrugged and walked away, leaving the rutting beasts to it.

Though each made a mental note, never to get on the bad side of their wives.

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2 years later

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Hermione and Severus were cooking in the kitchenette when they heard a giggling coming from their young son, who was in his playpen in the living room, they smiled to each other as they heard the noise of toys being moved around, and a squeal of laughter. This continued on for a while, the squeals of laughter getting louder and more frequent until they came to see what all the fuss was about.

"Where's my happy little man then-..." Severus began, as he picked the boy up then froze.

Hermione stopped suddenly when she saw what had taken Severus's notice, and she quickly reached into her hair, finding everything as it should be, and nothing out of place.

She smiled a watery smile as she met Severus's wide eyes, and took in the two ebony black ravens feathers clutched in her smiling son's hands.

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3 years later

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She was having a bad day. Her hair was an absolute mess, as when she got up she couldn't find her hairbrush.

Then when she went to make her morning tea, she ended up puncturing the tea bag and ruining it, when she attempted to scoop out her tea bag with a fork because there were no spoons to be found.

Now she was trying to make a start on her brewing. With a sigh, she banged her head on the desk. She couldn't find her stirring rod.

There was a flutter of black from the corner of her eye, and she shot out of her chair to chase after the culprit.

She got to the door just in time to see a black blur shoot around the corner.

"Bastian Odin Snape, you get here right now!"

The only answer she got for her trouble, was a cackle.

the end

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