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Yep, I really did! I can't believe it either...lol. So I finally got brave and posted a story to Ashwinder! YAY me! I know I have put stuff on my LJ, but there is something so intimidating about putting yourself out there on an archive like that. But, thank you Teddy for your encouragement, along with my friends on here who have read my meager offerings on LJ. I truly appreciate the cheerleading!! Hopefully, this is just the start of more of my plot bunnies fully realized!!
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So...my child will be attending her very first High School dance this weekend. I don't recall my dances being such a production, but I guess that would be why MY mother was laughing her arse off at me everytime I turned around and the girl was asking for something else. We have the dress, shoes, handbag, hair doodads, scarf, and NOW she needs hose...thigh highs is what she wants...thigh highs. <headdesk> I DO NOT look forward to the prom. This is a military ball and is not as big a deal as the prom since only JROTC and their dates are involved. I dread the "big" dance!!
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It had been a long night. The war against the Dark Lord had been fought and won. Unfortunately, several Death Eaters had escaped to wreak havoc wherever they could. Tonight, after five years, it was over. The raid had killed the LeStrange brothers and their compatriots.
Hermione found her husband in his private study. He was staring steadily into the fire.
"Severus, what are you doing?"
"Retiring my dear, finally retiring."
The former spy turned and smiled at his wife. He took her hand and led her from the room. Alone, the fire raged, flames eating at a silver mask.
The fire in the grate was beginning to burn itself out, occasional sparks and pops sounding its death knell. Most of the occupants of the Burrow had retired hours before, but a small group still remained, talking quietly. It was during a lull in the conversation that a suggestion to join the rest of the household in slumber was offered and accepted rather sleepily.
Harry Potter stood and drew his wand, casting a gentle Lumos to light the way for his fellows to find their beds. He gently kissed Ginny Weasley and offered an arm to escort her to the stairs. They were followed closely by Percy and George Weasley, Severus Snape, and Hermione Granger. No one noticed as the last of the group fell behind watching the shadows elongate and dance along the stairwell walls. As Ron Weasley watched, a bedroom door opened, the light from within casting two shadows in sharp relief. He grimaced, but could not tear his eyes away from the silhouette of a slight female being ushered into the room by a tall man. The last thing Ron saw before the door closed was the gentle kiss pressed onto the lips he so craved.
"You shouldn't have come, but I can't be sorry you did."
The Forbidden Forest rose up darkly, shielding the pair from prying eyes. Hermione placed a small hand on her Professor's sleeve.
"I swore you wouldn't do this alone and I won't back out now!"
"I know you promised, but I am not likely to survive."
Hermione choked back a sob and threw herself at Severus, clutching him fiercely. He stepped back and handed her a small bundle.
"Whatever happens, keep this safe." Then he was gone.
Hermione carefully unwrapped the green silk. Albus Dumbledore's spectacles winked back at her.