Shadows and Emerald Flames

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The Secret Visits to Hogwarts

Ms. Scorpious had not arrived at Hogwarts on a whim. Her journey to the castle was not her first, and each of her previous visits had been driven by secret motives, entwined with both magical challenges and personal longing.

Her first visit had been years ago, when Severus sent a cryptic summons—one that carried the weight of an ancient puzzle that only she could help him solve. It was a time when an old, forgotten magical text had resurfaced, filled with symbols that made no immediate sense. The book, buried in the depths of a wizarding archive, seemed to hold the key to unlocking a spell powerful enough to change the course of time itself. Yet its meaning was shrouded in layers of enchantment that only someone with intimate knowledge of ancient magic could unravel.

Severus had been searching for a solution, but the puzzle was far too complex for him to solve alone. He needed someone who could decipher the symbols' deeper meanings, someone who had the knowledge to recognize the hidden magic beneath the surface. Ms. Scorpious, with her connection to rare and lost magical arts, was the only one Severus trusted to help him.

She had come to Hogwarts under the cover of darkness, meeting Severus in a secluded, secret chamber deep within the castle's library—a forgotten dome, steeped in ancient power. They worked silently together, pouring over the book, their minds merging over every glyph and cipher. Hours turned into days as they deciphered the magical codes, with every success bringing them closer to unraveling a spell that could alter the very structure of reality. The puzzle had been their joint triumph, a reminder of the deep trust and unspoken understanding between them.

The second time she came to Hogwarts was a different matter entirely. This time, there had been no magical riddles to solve, no cryptic notes hidden within ancient texts. Instead, it was her heart—her aching, yearning heart—that had drawn her back. For months, the distance between her and Severus had grown unbearable. Their bond, though strong and unbreakable, had become strained by time and separation. It was as though a part of her had been missing, and that absence had become too much to ignore.

Severus had been away, lost in his duties and his ever-present duties as Potions Master. But for Ms. Scorpious, the yearning to be near him, to feel his presence again, had become impossible to push aside. She missed the quiet moments they shared, the closeness that only grew between them with each passing year.

So, she returned to him—not for another magical challenge, but simply to reignite the spark that had always been between them. The air in the castle seemed to hum with the tension of their unspoken need, and when she arrived at Hogwarts that second time, there was no puzzle, no research, no task to complete. There was only the longing she felt for Severus, a deep emotional pull that had drawn her to him as much as any spell could.

Severus was waiting for her, as though he, too, had been counting the days. When she entered his chambers, the room seemed to shift around them, the quiet murmur of the castle fading into the background. His eyes softened the moment they locked on hers, and without a word spoken, they were in each other's arms. Their reunion was one of quiet intensity—no questions, no explanations, just the warmth of a bond that had only grown stronger in the silence of their separation.

Their kiss was long, filled with all the unspoken words that had accumulated between them during their time apart. They needed no words to convey the depth of their feelings; their bodies and their hearts understood each other perfectly. Severus's hands found her, pulling her closer as though afraid she might disappear if he let go. And she responded, with the same quiet passion, her hands tangled in his robes as they found refuge in the familiar embrace of one another.

It had been a night of reaffirming the love they shared, a quiet moment of reconnection in the privacy of Severus's chamber. There had been no time to waste on anything but each other. Their bond had been rekindled in that night of tenderness and longing, a reminder that despite the world that constantly threatened to tear them apart, they were always meant to find their way back to one another.

Why Now?

Despite the deep, emotional connection that had brought her to Hogwarts on those previous occasions, Ms. Scorpious knew that her current visit was different. This time, it wasn't just the need for Severus's presence or the yearning for his touch. This time, it was a force much greater that had drawn her back—something she could no longer ignore.

The prophecy she and Severus had uncovered—the one about the shadows and the emerald flame—was no longer a distant mystery to be solved. It had become a living, breathing presence in her life, whispering to her in quiet moments, its weight growing heavier with every passing day. The pull of the prophecy was undeniable. It was as though the very fabric of fate had shifted, and she could no longer ignore the call.

The knowledge of what was to come had begun to unsettle her. She could feel the winds of change in the air, their presence palpable in the very stones of Hogwarts. It was as though the castle itself was whispering her name, urging her to step forward and embrace the destiny that awaited her. And with each passing day, the tension built, until it became clear that the time had come to confront whatever fate had in store for her—and for Severus.

And then there was McGonagall. Ms. Scorpious could feel the weight of her mother's absence in her life. Though they had never met, there was a pull—an unspoken connection—that had lingered in the back of her mind for years. McGonagall had always known of Severus's "partner," and had always trusted him to make the right choice. But what McGonagall didn't know was that the partner she had come to know through letters was actually her own long-lost daughter.

Ms. Scorpious knew it was time to face the woman who had unknowingly held a piece of her heart for so long. The time for secrecy was over. The prophecy, the shadows, and the emerald flames had all pointed to this moment. It was time to come home—to Hogwarts, to Severus, and to a truth long buried in the depths of her soul.

And so, she had come.