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Chapter 11 Severus

Surely, he could leave the school in McGonagall's hands for a few days while he set off to find his wife?

He had to think things through. What if they had moved her?

He realized that he didn't feel the terrible churning in his stomach anymore and feared the worst.

There was no way to contact the Order, his owls would be intercepted. He couldn't ask the Malfoys, they'd all be punished for it.

For the first time in his miserable life, Severus realized that he was truly stuck.

Or so he thought.

"Phineas," he said, turning to the painting. "Check on those three, would you?"

He had heard that the Golden Trio had found their way to Malfoy Manor and he could only hope that they'd come upon her.

The portrait returned, smirking. "Headmaster, they are at a safe house with your wife."

Severus heart started beating erratically. "Which safe house, who else is there?"

Nigellus stuck his nose in the air and said one last thing before going immobile. "The eldest Weasley child."

They were at Shell Cottage.

***

Eliza awoke to the sound of whispers around her.

Her eyelids fluttered open and she slowly sat up, groggily taking in the scene.

Her three former students stood near the door.

When Harry noticed that she was awake, he sat in the chair at the desk, Hermione sat on the foot of the bed and Ron stood behind her, a protective hand on her shoulder.

"Professor," Harry started. "We need your help. We have to get into Hogwarts. Not quite yet, but soon. In a few days at most."

Eliza's eyes widened in fear and surprise. She shook her head quickly.

Harry sighed. "Professor, please! We need your help!" He was getting upset, they weren't about to lose everything they had worked so hard for because of an uncooperative woman.

"Harry, calm down." Hermione said, placing a hand on her teacher's. "She's worried and exhausted. You can't yell at her."

Eliza's green eyes met Hermione's brown ones.

Harry inhaled deeply. "Alright. Professor, we need your help to get into the castle. We need to get past Snape and the Deatheaters."

Eliza arched an eyebrow and looked away from the boy who so closely resembled her own son.

"Profes-" he was cut off by Fleur entering the room.

"Zat is enough, 'Arry. She needs 'er rest." She said. "Get out."

Ron and Hermione started to make their way from the room, Harry had other ideas.

"I haven't gotten a word out of her yet!" He cried.

Fleur's face turned stormy. "And you won't, at least not today. Now, get out or I will get Bill to escort you personally."

Ron chimed in. "That won't be necessary. Harry, let's go. You've caused enough trouble as it is."

The Potions' Mistress stood from her bed and pulled on her robe.

Potter, wait.

She placed a hand on Fleur's shoulder and smiled politely.

The newlywed woman nodded and left, leaving the Trio in the room.

Eliza sat in the chair at the desk and looked out the window.