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Severus stood in the abandoned grounds on which stood a neglected old manor trying to keep himself calm and ready. He shifted from one foot to the other unable to stand still as his body was filled with nerves anticipation. A warm hand gripped the back of his neck and Severus relaxed. His Dominate and husband was right beside him and they had a plan. Severus trusted James, yes there was a risk but James would be here and together they could do anything.
A moment later there was a loud crack then the sound of footsteps. Slowly the figure of Voldemort become visible.
“I hear you wanted to talk with me,” Came the high cold voice. “This was a wise choice on your part. I have heard good things, and I can promise you that a spot will be made welcome for you in the coven.”
James cocked his head in confusion. His spoilt rich pureblood Gryffindor mask firmly in place.
“What coven?” He asked.
“My coven, soon to be the biggest coven in all of Britain, people have come from near and far to join. My coven is not afraid to push the boundaries of magic and....”
“Yeah, ok, sorry to interrupt your sales pitch. I promise not to touch the whole thing where you think bigger is better,” James drawled arrogantly. “It"s just you don’t have a proper real coven; you have a bunch of slaves that you branded.”
“How dare you!”
“I dare! Your purebloods have been lying to you. Merlin, they are probably laughing at you behind your back every time you call your bunch of slaves a coven. Not me though, I"m sure you have read my coven, which is a real one by the way, is accepting of people from all blood status.”
Voldemort look caught between the urge to smite James in anger and confusion at James attitude of attempting to help him.
“I want nothing to do with the mudblood filth.”
“That’s a bit harsh, considering your half mudblood.”
“What did you just say!”
“Hmm yeah, Dumbledore told me this tale about a poor half-blood boy sorted into Slytherin. Who had power and talent but the purebloods refused to have anything to do with him. Dumbledore seemed to think it was because of his blood status but I disagree. See I also know of a poor half-blood boy filled with power and talent who is a Slytherin. The difference between you and my Basilisk here is Severus caught the eye of a pureblood and you didn"t. I hate to say it but it has nothing to do with your birth, it"s just you. No one wanted anything to do with you.”
That was the last straw Voldemort fired off a curse and Severus and James leapt into battle. They worked well together, their bond both of marriage and Dom and sub meant they could mix Severus grey magic with James light. And it was only because of this mix that they had even a slither of a chance.
Whatever else people said about Voldemort, they were not lying when they said he was one of the best fighters of this century. His wand moved like an extension of his arm and all of his magic was cast wordless. Which was not to say James and Severus were pushovers. James in particular was brilliant at using light spells to devastating effect. Both of them used every spell in their repertoire using them in creative ways. James stag Patronus shone so brightly that Voldemort had to give up on trying any darkness or concealing spells. But they were no match for the brilliance of Voldemort duelling skills.
Severus was the first to fall with a curse that ate at his skin and his forearm split open from a cutting charm. The fact James managed to hold his own for almost half a minute was testimony to his own prowess in duelling. But without Severus there to guard his back, he too fell.
Voldemort walked over to where James lay bleeding on the ground. He raised his wand, looking down at the young man. His mind was just as dark as Voldemort’s and he could sense the same blood lust coming from him. He would have made a good Death Eater, such a pity.
“It"s over, I have defeated you. It was foolish of you to believe you could take on Lord Voldemort and win.” He crowed.
James laughed wetly
“You misunderstand I was never trying to do anything. It"s my muggle-born wife that is going to destroy you.”
“What?”
Voldemort frowned in confusion then spun around to look behind him but it was too late. James and Severus had done exactly what they were meant to keeping Voldemort distracted and focused on them. Which helped the disillusionment charm that was hiding Lily not break before it was time. It gave her the time she needed to set up her dark ritual.
“I call upon the triple goddess, use me as your avatar, for I was a maiden, now a mother, will be a crone.” Lily had one arm stretched out to the sky the other placed over her womb where their child grew.
Voldemort watched in befuddlement; he could not understand what he was seeing. There was no way that a filthy mud blood was casting a Dark ritual. She didn"t have the power. He wasn’t alarmed yet. He had beaten the Coven leader so he would be able to beat the rest of them as well. Half amused by what this tiny coven was trying he decided to watch the bitch fail in her casting. Then he would tear open her belly and rip out the sprog before killing them both in front of her mate"s eyes.
Lily pulled out her athame and cut both her palms. She placed one bloody hand back over her baby bump and held the other out.
“I ask the triple goddess and my patron the god of the hunt to return threefold all Voldemort has bestowed on the world.”
Voldemort broke into high cold laughter when nothing seemed to happen. He took one step towards her then paused the Horned God appeared standing on her right. Lily gasped closing her eyes and when they opened, they were pitch black and glowing with otherworldly power. The Goddess was using her body to physically manifest. The god and goddess held hands and began to speak an ancient dialect that no one understood.
Voldemort turned to flee but only made it a couple of steps before he started screaming sinking to his knees. All the pain, hurt and death that he had dealt out over the years was coming back to him triple-fold. He tried to push the power onto his death eaters but James had been correct when he had said that Voldemort did not have a coven but a bunch of slaves. Voldemort had thought himself so clever when he had defiled the dark mark so that it only went in one direction. he could drain magic from his followers and feel them but they got nothing from him.
Which meant he couldn’t share the punishment, instead it was left to him to take alone. Because he had tried to share it, he watched alarmed and horrified as his Horcruxes appeared one by one each item absorbing the power being forced upon him before they shattered becoming completely destroyed and the next appeared. Once they had all been broken there was nothing left to shield him from the god"s wrath and he felt himself writhing on the ground body shaking and lungs gasping until at last, he couldn’t withstand another drop and he perished in agony.
The horned god turned to the triple goddess in Lily’s body and tilting her chin up kissed her taking the goddess back before she burned up the mortal form. Lily gasped in control of her body once more. The god of the hunt dipped his head then disappeared. Severus who had managed to throw off the curse raced over to her and caught her before she collapsed. He lifted her and carried her over to where James was lying.
James reached out and wrapped and hand around his wife"s wrist then lay his head in his husbands" lap. He had instructed Severus to call on the Potter elves to get the healers that were waiting on standby once the fight was over and knew that his sub would obey him.
He closed his eyes mind drifting back to earlier that evening when he had watched in silence arms folded as his wife unhurriedly prepared the ritual space. The rest of his coven waited patiently for Lily to come and move them into place. With each member of the second circle, she stood before them and dipped her fingers into a bowl that was filled with blood drained from a captured death eater. One that James had, had a lot of fun hunting down and killing. She then painted symbols on their forehead and each palm whispering a quiet incantation. Then led them to a certain place in the circle and got them to sit down crossed legged hands resting on their knees bloody palms facing upwards.
Once they were all in place she came for his hounds. This time the blood went on their eyelids, ears, mouth, and palms. She then led them to the centre of the ritual space getting them to sit back to back. Lily had explained to James that she was going to be using them as a link. They would add the second circles power to hers and they would help spread the backlash from summoning two gods to everyone in the coven. That way each person only had a small amount to deal with instead of one person being overwhelmed. It also meant that Lily’s unborn child would be protected and not harmed.
And it had worked exactly as it was meant to. James smiled to himself as the healers rushed over to them. There would be a lot of confusion and misinformation spread in the following days once the public realised Voldemort was dead. James planned to help muddy the waters. He had no interest in anyone of his coven becoming some stupid hero for defeating Voldemort. He also didn’t want anyone to realise just how much of a powerhouse his wife and husband were. He was quite content to have everything be vague. It was good for annoying old meddlers and keeping the Wixen world on its toes.
With Voldemort gone and his coven up and running with two circles, complete nothing was stopping him from fulfilling all his plans. The world better brace itself they had no idea what was coming.
The End.
Epilogue:
Severus placed the newborn in James arms. He froze with a bewildered look on his face, for the first time it was obvious that he didn"t know what to do. Everyone watched him as he didn"t move. After a couple of awaked minutes, Black bounded over saying
"Ok, it’s time for his godfather to have a hold," as he tried to take the baby from James.
A ferocious, predatory snarl rolled out and everyone instant step back from the pair. James looked up at the group with such a threatening looked that Black grabbed Lupin hands and the two of them back out of the room bearing their neck submissively.
"We"re just going to wait out here with Teddy, ok?" Lupin informed them once they were safely past the doorway.
James’ look faded back into the slight bewildered one. There were a couple more minutes of awkward silence, then the baby began to fuss. Faster than the eye could see James had the baby held protectively against his chest with one hand, the other was holding his wand out ready to cast. James looked around trying to see what had upset his son.
"James," Severus said calmly not moving. James looked around for another moment before looking at him. "The baby is probably hungry. That’s why he is crying." James looked down at the newborn,
"Hungry?" He questions.
"Yes, hungry. Do you think I could feed our son?" Lily replied exhaustedly.
James looked over at Lily then back to the doorway where Lupin and Black stood. Severus could see the internal battle going on in his head from where he stood quietly in the corner. James then beckoned him over, Severus went at once. No one had expected this would tip James into his Dom headspace, but now he was there everyone was doing all they could to make sure no one came out of it hurt. To Severus surprise, James handed his son over to him, then gently push him towards Lily. He then stormed to the door and went out closing it behind him. Severus felt a cool sensation spring up and watched as a faint shimmer glinted on the walls.
"I do believe our husband has just warded us in." He informed Lily handing the squirming bundle over.
He then found himself unable to tear his eyes away as Lily began to nurse their son. It became quiet and peaceful in the room. Lily shifted slightly beckoning. Severus joined her on the bed wrapping an arm around her waist giving her support.
"Well, that was unexpected." Lily drawled a short time later. Severus snorted in agreement. "I"ve known for years now that the way James loves us is extremely out of the ordinary. And was preparing speeches in my head for our children, about how James does love them but it is shown in ways that are different from other children’s fathers, and that they have you to love them the traditional way. But going by this little display, I can stop practising."
Severus huffed out a laugh in agreement.
"Might I suggest practising the "I know Papa is overprotective, but it because he loves you" speech instead." he mocked.
Lily groaned "Thank Merlin, our child has Sirius in his life. It’s the only way he is going to have any fun."
Severus grimaced but acknowledged the truth of the statement.
"Maybe he will settle down after a while," Lily said hopefully.
Severus turned an incredulous look to her; in the whole time, he had been in a relationship with James he had gotten more possessive and protective as time went on.
“Ok, yeah, that was kind of stupid.” Lily agreed. Silence drifted over them again, and Lily changed Harry from one breast to the other.
“Did you ever think this is where you would end up?” She asked.
“What? Married with both a Husband and a wife, children underfoot. Holding a position in the first circle of a powerful popular coven. Master of potions with my own shop?” Severus gave her a sardonic smile. “It didn’t even occur to me in my dreams. But this reality, it is so much better than anything I could have thought up.”
Severus ducked his head and kissed his newborn son’s head of messy hair.
This right here, this was perfect.