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Heya folks! Here’s the latest chapter of WHfP! Sorry again for taking so long with this one! My muse has been pretty stubborn lately. I haven’t had any inspiration or time for writing. So the chapter may not be quite up to standards.

Anyway, after this, just an epilogue left. Not sure when that will come out.

Hey everyone! Guess what I’m not dead! So sorry to all of you guys for my long absence! Just couldn’t get into the mood for writing for a long time. Don’t worry though, I’m not abandoning any of my fics! In fact, I’ve written quite a bit in the past few days. Mostly WHfP and OLfD. Only about 1-2 chapters left of the main fic for WHfP. After that, I’ll probably focus on OLfD.

DAY TWELVE OF TWELVE DAYS OF FICMAS!

Finally, the last day! Whoo, this is more writing than I’ve done in a long time. Seriously, don’t expect more than the regular fortnightly WHfP updates for a while! I’m super happy that I managed to keep to my goal of a chapter of something a day, but yeah, it was tough. Thank goodness I had the holidays, so more free time to write!

Yup, so third chapter of reverse au! We finally see Heather’s family. And more progress between Heather/Sev, yay! Let me know what you think. Comments and kudos would be much appreciated!

DAY ELEVEN OF TWELVE DAYS OF FICMAS!

So, the second chapter of the reverse au! Here you get a whole whopping 6K words of Sev’s POV! What does he think of his new professor? He’s a suspicious little sod, all I can say.

DAY NINE OF TWELVE DAYS OF FICMAS!

HURRAH the reverse au is finally here! Well, the first chapter anyway. Sorry for taking so long with it, haven’t had much inspiration after my first quick burst of it a few months back. Anyway, I have the first few chapters written, so don’t expect quick updates after I’m done with those.

Finally decided on a fic title. Not sure if you guys like it, but I wanted to keep it in theme with the rest of the series. It’s kinda poetic to use a lily, especially one with a negative connotation. Since this fic focuses more on Severus’ school years, I figured it would make sense. I still call it reverse au in my head though.

DAY EIGHT OF TWELVE DAYS OF FICMAS!

Just a short snippet, hope you enjoy!

“It’s Longbottom,” Severus said.

“I think it’s adorable,” Heather said distractedly, not looking up from her book.

“It’s Longbottom,” he reiterated with a scowl.

“Neville’s a sweetheart. I don’t know why you’re so worked up. And you know nothing’s going to come out of it. He’s gone on Luna.”

“I do not understand what she sees in him.” He shook the letter in his hands, frustrated. “He’s a bumbling child who couldn’t brew a Boil Cure to save his life!” Memories of past lessons made him shudder. He’d always kept a sharp eye on the boy, worried about his inevitable mess-ups. And they’d always managed to be spectacular messes too.

Sighing, Heather finally putting away her book to give this topic the attention it deserved. “Neville is a grown man, and a very capable Herbology Professor. I don’t think he qualifies as a bumbling child any longer. You’re just biased.”

“You would be as well, if you had had to teach him potions.” After all these years, he couldn’t quite get rid of the alarm he felt whenever he saw the boy.

“He isn’t quite such a disaster around a cauldron now, you know. You just made him nervous.” She held a hand out for Aster’s letter, raising an eyebrow when all he did was glare at it. She snatched it out of his hands, smoothing it over her lap.

“I made everyone nervous. He still caused the most destruction in all my years of teaching, even more than those dratted twins of yours.” His worry for his youngest child had not been misplaced, it seemed. Her older brothers had inherited their parents’ Slytherin sensibilities, but she had instead gotten more influence from her uncles. She was perhaps the most naïve of his children, and the coddling she’d gotten as the youngest in the family had not helped that one bit.

Severus would never admit that he had spoilt her himself, but whenever she sidled up to him with those eyes that looked so much like Heather’s, it was difficult to deny her anything.

“She sounds happy, at least,” Heather said, a relieved look in her eyes. “I was a little worried she’d have a hard time adjusting.”

They both remembered the tears she’d shed as she clung to them at the train platform. She’d always been a rather sensitive child. Everyone had seen her house placement from a mile away.

Severus gave a reluctant smile. “Indeed. Though I imagine with Galen and Finian looking out for her she won’t want for anything.”

“Don’t forget Hadrian and Cedric. And with Cedric being her Head of House, I’m sure she’s well taken care of.”

He scoffed. “And yet they managed to let her form an infatuation on the least suitable of persons.”

“Severus,” Heather said sternly, “It’s not like they can control her emotions. Leave Aster and her crush be. I don’t think she’s even realised it herself yet, though it seems obvious in her letter.” A sly smile grew on her face. “And, really, she’s our daughter, it was bound to happen. Would you rather she fancy Slughorn?”

He shuddered in disgust, glowering at his wife for putting that thought in his mind.

She continued, heedless of his reaction. “She’s always taken more after me. Is it really a surprise that she shares my taste in men?”