Secret Baby Answers
1. Going Home by samcamstargate1
2. Lost and Found by Ehann (abandoned)
3. The Quarter Blood Princess by by moonrevel
4. Not Only a Granger by ferporcel (WIP)
5. A Secret Worth Keeping by Red Writing Hood
6. Breeding Lilacs Out of Dead Land by Areola
7. Grey by Quillusion
8. Outside the Potions Classroom by HappilyJaded
9. Reconciliation by zeegrindylows
10. Hilltop Cottage by Neelix_2000
1. Hermione was practically growling at him, but he took no notice, and she didn't want to make a scene in front of her daughter. At least, not while Snape was being "nice" to her.
"No, silly, I don't have a daddy," Samantha explained.
Odd, but at least it's not that Weasley prat.
Hermione opened her mouth once more to end the conversation, but once again, Snape beat her to it.
"How come?" he inquired, his eyes lingering momentarily on Hermione's reddening face.
Samantha shrugged. "Mummy doesn't like to talk about it, but my Auntie Molly says it's 'cause I got such a great Mummy, I didn't need a Daddy. So I got lots of Uncles instead," she explained. With a shy smile, she added, "My favorites are my Uncle Fred and Uncle George. But don't tell the other ones!"
Snape allowed himself to smirk at that. "Your secret's safe with me."
"Thanks, Severus!" Samantha said with a toothy smile. She turned to her mother. "Mummy, can Severus walk back with us?" Going Home by samcamstargate1
2. “We might’ve…” Samantha sounded like she was choking. “We might have, um, taunted Jeremy a little. Then his friends showed up and…” She swallowed, and then realized that Hermione was standing in front of the fireplace. The color drained out of her face. “Mum…”
Hermione gave Sam a hard look. “Professor Snape is handling this, Miss Granger. I suggest you direct your entreaties to him. ”
But Snape was dealing with the unconscious students across the room. One by one, he pointed his wand and said, “Ennervate.” In a few minutes, all the boys were awake, but groggy. He stared down at them, still projecting cold fury. “Detention, I think,” he said in a silky voice. “See Mr. Filch after supper tomorrow. I’m sure he’ll find something appropriate…for you to do.” He watched as they slunk off to their rooms, chastened.
George Fowler seemed to be trying to work up the nerve to speak.
Snape waved him off. “It’s curfew, Fowler. Go to bed.”
Fowler shot a sympathetic look towards the girls and took himself off.
“Now,” Severus began. “As for you two…” He paused dramatically. “Five points each, I think, for Slytherin. For daring and ingenuity in the face of adversaries larger than yourselves.” He waved his wand and the room restored itself to its prior undamaged state. Then he pointed and said, “Off to bed.” Lost and Found by Ehann (abandoned)
3. "Oh, Severus." Hermione lowered her head in shame. "Severus, I am so sorry for keeping the truth from you. I know you must hate me even more for that than you already did!" A tear slipped from her eye.
"I have never hated you, Hermione," he admitted, his tone warming considerably. "I suppose there was no reason for you to tell me."
"But there was! You had a right to know about her, even if you didn't care for me." More tears fell onto her face.
"That is the problem, though, I am afraid. I did and still do care for you. I just did not want to." Severus wasn't sure if it was the drink or his heart talking, but, either way, it no longer mattered.
"Then why did you leave me? Why did you never try to contact me?" Hermione moved closer to him and stared into his eyes as they turned to meet hers.
"I did not believe it possible that you could love me as I am, Hermione, and I do not deal well with rejection. The Quarter Blood Princess by by moonrevel
4. “He only recently found out and he doesn’t seem very happy with the fact, as you could see by his little display in the Great Hall.”
“Hermione’s son?” Minerva rationalized, still shocked with what he’d thrown at her, although now she frowned so intensely that her eyebrows met. “It was you!”
“If by that you’re saying it was me who impregnated her, it was just what I told you, Minerva. The boy is my son. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I do have some things to do before the day is over.”
Severus turned to leave the office, but Minerva’s voice was firm, “Severus Snape, don’t you dare leave this office without explaining yourself properly!”
He turned to face her again. “I have nothing to explain. All you need to know, you now know. I’ll try to keep our shows of affection in private in the future, so as not to disturb the school routine.”
“Oh no, you’re not getting out of it like this! Severus, she was a girl! How could you… She was your student from the time she was eleven, for Merlin’s sake! A student!”
Minerva was obviously disgusted with the idea, and he could totally agree with her. If the woman knew what the circumstances were, she would be horrified. Severus didn’t want to stay there, arguing with Minerva about raping a former student.
“Not the most horrifying thing I’ve done in my life,” he countered and couldn’t stop glancing in the direction of Dumbledore's portrait. Not Only a Granger by ferporcel (WIP)
5. “No…” Hermione interrupted with a shake of her head sadly. She kept her gave on her son refusing to look up at the man again in case he could see the pain in her face. “They kicked me out of the house when I told them I was pregnant.”
“Where did you go?” He couldn’t believe parents would do that, not to their own child.
“Here and there. A few… true…friends helped me out when they could.” She shrugged her shoulder trying to toss the pain away. “It doesn’t matter anymore. I’m hoping to be able to get a job in Diagon Alley or perhaps in Hogsmead. If I can then Sebastian and I can stay in this world. If I can’t we will have to return to muggle London.”
“Did you tell them…what happened? How…you conceived?”
She shook her head, while sighing sadly.
“They didn’t hear beyond…I’m pregnant.” A Secret Worth Keeping by Red Writing Hood
6. She breathed deeply. “What I came here to do, Professor, is tell you that you have a daughter. I believe Aubrey is your child.”
“What??” His weary demeanor snapped at once.
“Aubrey- my daughter; remember, the little, fluffy, blond chatterbox? I believe she’s yours.”
“That’s impossible.”
“Is it?” She sounded tired, unhappy and hurt.
“How can you possibly tell?”
“Just take a second look at her,” Hermione explained tiredly. “Aubrey has your eyes, your hands… your frame - she certainly doesn’t have mine,” she snorted. “Aubrey even has your temper and some of your defiance, for want of a better word.”
Snape forced himself to conjure up the image of the chatty, annoying little girl. Black, defiant gaze. Milky skin tinged with olive. Fine, thin, blond strands. He didn’t doubt it would darken with time, to the shade of ripe wheat. Aniko’s golden hair. She looked so much like Aniko… Yes, the circumstances were absurd, but the little child could be his daughter.
Breeding Lilacs Out of Dead Land by Areola
7. A noise far above us distracts her, and she looks up sharply, and I realize that she’s waiting for said accomplice to return.
I have no doubt that we are waiting for Ginny Weasley. I can remember the scrapes they got into together during Hermione's seventh year; they always did make a good team, as reluctant as I may have been at the time to admit it.
The sound of swift feet suddenly breaks the silence, coming closer and closer, their owner still invisible in the fog until nearly upon us. Hermione waves impatiently until a slight cloaked figure appears and leaps gracefully into the boat, and then Hermione shoves mightily against the bow to free it from the sand.
Ginny has run the sail up the mast, and with a whispered word, an impossible wind rises to fill the sail without clearing the fog. Hermione has leapt into the boat now as well, and with a quick duck under the boom, she has hold of the tiller and is adding her own whispers to the incantation.
For several tense moments, we are surrounded by fog, the only indication of our passage the waves rolling off our bow. Hermione is silent, as is Ginny, and I sit motionless, afraid of doing something to hinder what is obviously a well-laid-out plan. I can barely see the other end of the boat, only Hermione's dark head standing out from the lightness of the sail and the wood of the mast. Grey by Quillusion
8. “Snape, Hadrian!”
What the hell? Did he hear correctly?
Apparently so; Minerva was staring at him with her mouth open.
He watched, transfixed, as a small boy from the back pushed through the crowd to the Sorting stool, where he placed the Hat onto of his head of longer than appropriate black curls.
“Ah, half a Gryffindor and half a Slytherin in you! I sense bravery and ambition, but loyalty and diligence above all else…. dare I say your parents will be surprised…Hufflepuff!”
Snape’s breath caught. His mind scrambled to gather the facts and his wits. There was a boy with dark hair and pale features with his name being sorted into Hufflepuff. So he did understand the situation clearly the first time.
Severus Snape did the unexpected. He fainted. Outside the Potions Classroom by HappilyJaded
9. He paused for breath, and Hermione noticed that his hands were shaking. “But you didn’t do that,” he said. “You slept in my arms each night but never said a word, and I could feel you slipping away, leaving me in the cold. A kiss I could have understood, I could have-have blamed on Weasley accosting you, or a momentary slip of some kind. But you systematically took your heart from me until I had nothing left but the shell of you. And then you were simply gone, and still without a word.”
Again, he paused, but she knew he wasn’t done speaking.
“I was frantic,” he said. “I looked everywhere for you. I even begged Weasley himself for information, but he had none. And then Minerva told me-you were gone to America. America. Without so much as hinting to me that you were going to go. You are correct.” He met her eyes with his. “I do not want you to leave-until you have told me why.”
“It wasn’t Ron,” she whispered. She bit her lip and leaned against the side of his house, closing her eyes-whether because she was exhausted or because she couldn’t bring herself to look him in the face, she didn’t choose to determine.
“Ah,” he said dryly. “Is that all?”
“I should have told you about Ron. You were right, he kissed me without my permission, and I told him he shouldn’t have. You know how Ron can be. It had nothing to do with him, why I left.” She paused again, waiting for the aching, unshed tears to stop burning her throat. “There was a reason. I didn’t leave you without a reason. I didn’t even-that is, I didn’t plan to leave you for so long.”
“You thought you could go where you wished? That faithful Severus Snape, who had already wasted most of his life in slavish devotion to one fickle woman, would do the same for you? That I would be your-your-” his voice broke.
“I had a-there was a-something happened,” she said lamely, unable to bring herself to say the words, words that in seven years she had never uttered aloud. Reconciliation by zeegrindylows
10. The sight of his mother crying against the shoulder of the man wearing black was obviously upsetting Donovan Granger quite a bit, because right now, his lower lip was shaking tremulously and his eyes were full of tears.
‘Mama...’ he wailed, his hands patting her face to get her attention. After a short moment, it worked.
Hermione pulled reluctantly away from Severus’s one-armed hug, wiping her eyes and smiling up at him ruefully.
‘It’s okay, sweetie, don’t cry. Mummy’s fine,’ she said soothingly, rocking him from side to side. ‘Severus, would you mind?’ She handed Donovan to Severus, who stared at her as if she was mad but took the child clumsily from her and held him at arms length.
‘Hermione, I have no idea what to do with him,’ he said in a panic. Hilltop Cottage by Neelix_2000