Hogwarts' library was said to be one of the best in the world, yet it had absolutely nothing on the recent dealings of living witches and wizards.

Severus Snape had no interest to what crazy acts Newt Scamander got up to in the sixties. He was looking for recent information on the dealings of one Hermione Granger. Well, to be more accurate, it would be Hermione Snape now.

He couldn't help but cringe at that thought. This was all Black's fault. Getting the girl pregnant at random, and then leaving him to take care of it was so predictable.

Bloody ancient Wizarding laws. There was no possible loophole either. If Sirius Black didn't want to marry the mother of his children himself, everything was perfectly fine as long as he got someone else to marry her in his place. Even if that someone else was unwilling. Sadly, there was no possible way to cancel the Wizards Debt Severus owed Black.

He couldn't fathom why a thing like that was kept in such high graces in the Wizarding World. Most of the people didn't even understand what it meant. The common misbelief was that a Wizards Debt was repaid by returning the favour and saving the life of the person you were indebted to. Hmph! If only it were that easy.

Instead, both persons involved would owe each other a favour. In most cases the parties involved would just give up their favour, and reclaim back their own, relieving both participants of their duty.

But he had had nothing to offer Black in return for the 'favour,' and now he was stuck marrying Hermione Granger.

With twins.

Black's twins.

He had never thought he'd regret his decision to stick with researching potions to destroy Voldemort instead of helping the others research for a way to get Black back to the land of the living. They had gotten Black back in any case and he had no favour to claim from Black, thus granting him release from the impending start of his marriage, or in other words, his doom.

Things were definitely not looking good for him.

He desperately needed more information on Hogwart's Notorious Know-It-All. After all, he couldn't just start living with the damned chit without knowing the first thing about her. He didn't remember much about her from her time in Hogwarts. He had always been more concentrated on Potter than to pay unnessecary attention to her sideline persona. And he did not want to be faced with any more nasty surprises about this situation he'd gotten mixed up in. Better to do some research than know nothing.

***

With a annoyed sigh he snapped shut the collection of old newspapers. All he'd been able to find on Hermione Granger, no, Hermione Snape, was just useless gossip. He was not in the least interested in reading about some silly rumour about her and a goblin she ran off with and who fathered her children. Of course, considering that the true father was Black maybe the goblin theory wasn't all that off. Black sure reminded him of one, both in looks and personality.

Hogwarts' library was well known concerning its ancient and rare texts, but it was nothing compared to the magical section of Oxford's Obscure Findings Library. Which true to its motto, "We have every book, and every rhyme. Just return your book back on time," had almost everything one was interested in-- even the latest happenings in the Wizarding World. To Severus' luck, a good family friend of many years happened to work there. Meaning that he would be privy to some of the more private information that most of the public didn't have access.

Thankfully, all of his classes were over for the day, and it wasn't difficult to receive permission from the Headmaster to visit Oxford for the evening. Being a Friday, he didn't have to hurry much in getting back either, after all, his new wife would arrive tomorrow. It was also a good time to discuss the situation with Albus, though the old man probably already knew. Blast him. Getting up, Severus reshelved all the books and newspapers and made his way to the Headmaster's office.

***

Severus hadn't liked the way Albus had twinkled at him. It was unnerving. The Headmaster hadn't been shocked in the slightest upon hearing the predicament Severus had gotten mixed up in. He was also glad to provide them with extra rooms in the dungeons. But the twinkle in his eyes, and the way he had smiled... Severus was beginning to fear. Blasted Albus had to have something planned. Something that Severus was sure of would not be good for him. When the Headmaster of Hogwarts started meddling with things disaster was soon to follow.

It seems that Severus Snape was one of the few individuals capable of keeping a straight line of thought while traveling by Floo. Though sometimes getting lost in ones thoughts and not noticing the surroundings can be bad. So instead of his usual graceful exit from the floo he arrived headfirst and knocked over some woman. Just to prove his rotten luck in the world the woman had just been in the middle of a fight with some man. In her anger the contents of a vase were thrown into Severus' face instead of the man they were originally intended for.

"I don't like you any farther than I can throw you!" and with that statement the woman stormed out.

Severus was reaching for his wand to clean up his face and clothes, and he was just about to utter the incantation when the man who had been on the receiving end of the woman's wrath threw his arms around in a ceasefire fashion.

"Stop! Magic is not to be used inside the library! It has unfortunate consequences, I speak from experience, sir...?

Severus frowned. "And how would you suggest with your supreme intelligence I get this reeking substance off myself then?" he spat at the man. Looking more closely he added with a glare, "Mr. Timor."

Recognition dawned in the man's eyes and he gulped quite vociferously.

"Well, er, you see Prof- Professor Snape, sir. You could ask one of the staff, sir, to cast a cleansing charm on you, sir, Professor Snape, sir," the young man stuttered.

"I suggest you go and fetch me one then, boy!" he snapped angrily.

While the boy all but ran away to get someone he muttered to himself, "Hufflepuffs never change."

Bloody library rules. Now he had to sit around and wait for someone to come and cast a simple cleaning charm on him. It would be so much easier to just have the spell cast on his own. Sighing he rubbed the bridge of his nose feeling the beginnings of a headache. This day couldn't possibly get any worse than this.

"You must be the unfortunate victim of the vase-attack then!" said a disgustingly cheerful voice. "No need to worry mate! We'll have you cleaned up and smelling fresh and flowery instead of the other end of flowery," the man said winking at him and giggling at his own horrendous pun. "Scougrify." was said before Severus had any time to protest. He just hoped that Gilderoy Lockhart had improved his casting skills and he wouldn't end up with no skin or looking like a newt. Anything was possible with that imbecile.

"So mate, call me Gil, I insist, what can I help you with!?"

***

This was absolute hell. He had to follow bloody Gilderoy Lockhart around the library while the latter blabbed on about meaningless matters.

"...noticed myself on some of these covers... she says she'd die for me, asked my autograph... done great things... thought about going back to the field..."

No, it was better to keep him tuned out. Nothing that mattered ever came out if his mouth.

"Severus!"

Coming out of the blank state his mind had reverted into he found himself at Sebastian's office.

Sebastian Sanglorn was a relative of his from his mother's side. They didn't keep in touch a lot except for the seasonal greetings and well wishes on birthdays and other times of celebration. Severus, antisocial man that he was, still kept all the traditions he was expected to follow as a pure-blooded wizard. Having relations such as his with Sebastian came with quite a few pros, definitely outnumbering the small annoyances of remembering his relatives on all occasions.

"Sebastian, I appreciate you making time for me in your busy schedule," he said detachedly. Of course the way you had to act around them all was not the most enjoyable experience.

"Oh! It was nothing Severus, now I understood that you wanted some records on a," he looked down to his parchment. "Hermione Granger. Everything we have on her from the last six years."

"Yes, that would be correct. And if you could add some documentation that is not in the public part of the library I would be most grateful,"'

"Ah! I had a feeling you would ask me that so I already took care of it. All of that material is with the rest. Once you're done Gil here will take them all back to theire proper places," said Sebastian with a sickening smile. "Gil will also be with you during your stay assisting you,"

"Yes, sir!" was heard, cheerily answering that comment. "I'll take him right there! Follow me mate!"

***

"Well, I see Miss Granger has kept herself busy over the years!" said Lockhart. "You'll have plenty of work with sorting through all of that young lassies doings."

He was surprisingly accurate in his statement. The pile on the small table was frighteningly large.

"Now what should I do for you mate?" Lockhart enquiered. "Sort through the documents? Take notes? Anything else, mate?"

The irritating idiot just couldn't leave him to do it himself in peace. With his meddlings this was bond to take much longer than intended.

"Get me a cup of coffee for starters. And it better be perfect. Black, with 462 grains of sugar in it. And count them yourself, no magic, do it by hand. take your time. This should get him out of my way for some time..."

"Look, I'll only be gone five minutes, I promise!" he smiled. "You'll have your coffee soon, mate!"

With a relieved sigh he sat down and started looking at all the information before him.

***

Severus entered his chambers and went straight to the whisky container. Pouring himself a glass he took a swig, only to spit it out the next moment.
Whatever this sugary-sweet ointment was, it was definetely not firewhiskey. It was by no means even an alchoholic beverage.

Narrowing his eyes at it he noticed a slip of parchment

I have made the necessary adjustments to your rooms for the arriving family. A room for the children has been added. All things that might prove dangerous to them have been moved to the new storage room next to you office.
Enjoy your improved quarters, daddy!

Albus

This was a fitting end to his day of horrors. Angrily, he threw the glass into the corner, shattering it and it's contents against the wall. Turning around with a growl, he stomped to his bedroom.

After taking a Deep Dreams Solution, he was asleep before he had time to notice his new and enlarged bed.