Purpose

~ Epilogue ~

Friday, 12^th July. In the kitchen of the Maxwells.

It was morning and the kitchen was alive with the sounds of cooking and conversation. Now and then, Sirius's loud laughter bounced off the walls of the kitchen.

"Green-Eyes, if you don't lower that heat, what you're cooking will go down the trash bag," Draco said in a light-hearted tone.

"Keep your eyes on your own pan, Drake," Harry snorted as he swiftly divided the huge amount of scrambled egg onto the plates that were on the dining table. "This would still be edible even if they're overcooked. It is your pancake that is in trouble," Harry said in a smug tone, and he moved on to make some fruit juice. Since Fenix was rather adamant about not using magic for simple household chores, Harry had to peel the mangoes and cut them in Muggle fashion. As he placed the sliced mango flesh into the blender, he added in a delighted tone. "Maybe you should have placed a bit more butter in there."

Draco stared at him for a moment but his calmness quickly evaporated as he flipped the pancake over. It was burning. "- Bloody hell..." Draco stopped muttering and shot an angry look at Sirius who was chortling softly. The Black was sitting quite calmly on a chair as he flipped the pages of The Scotsman.

"Draco, you should learn to control that wagging tongue of yours," Snape said in a mild tone as he sipped on his hot chocolate. "I'm not even sure that a man could engage in that on his own," he remarked, trying to put on a stern expression. The Potions Master nearly succeeded if his face hadn't been marred by the slight tinge of red on his cheeks.

"Oh, it's possible all right," Sirius said lightly. "You just got to be flexible but I doubt you could do that with your aging bones."

Snape was contemplating about a Vanishing charm that would allow him to place the hot portion of scrambled egg inside Sirius's pants when Fenix came in with Spencer in her arms. Her eyes were boring suspiciously into his black eyes. Sirius smirked when the Potions Master gave a visible wince. Of course that only made Snape looked guiltier. Snape's expression changed quickly into a menacing scowl at Sirius and it so happened that Spencer was examining the Potions Master. The baby whimpered and struggled so that Fenix had to take several steps back. Fenix braced herself and waited until the baby stopped struggling then as quick as a lightning strike, she had Snape holding the baby.

"Fenix!" Several male voices exclaimed at once.

Fenix helped herself to the prepared mango juice. Slowly pouring some into her own cup, she watched Snape carefully. She then took several steps forward and Snape looked up at her with a pleading expression evident in his coal-black eyes. Spencer on the other hand, looked just about ready to burst into tears.

"Lover..." Remus was standing by the kitchen door, looking at Snape holding the baby with mild amusement. "You're scaring Spens," he said with a little smile hovering on his lips.

Fenix placed her glass of juice on top of the table before kneeling down and placed one hand to calm the baby. Smiling, she spoke softly but clearly, "Formal introduction, Spens. This is Severus Snape but I call him Sev. He is Drake's godfather, so you get to call him Uncle Sev."

Spencer stared uncertainly at the aquiline face and then looked at the menacing face behind him. Snape was looking terrified too, although his reason was different. "Fenix, please take him back. My hands are a trifle unsteady to hold him safely," the Potions Master said in a small voice. Harry tried to stifle a smile. It wasn't every day you get to see a greasy-haired sour-tempered bat, holding a baby carefully in his arms.

"You hold the baby like this," Fenix said as she helped to adjust the baby's position and carefully rearranged Snape's hands. The baby seemed less terrified as he faced the Potions Master. Baby Spencer immediately relaxed as the silver embroidery on Snape's cloak caught his attention. Satisfied, Fenix stood up and kissed both baby and wizard.

"Are you four ready to face the sharks?" Remus asked the crowd, although his question was mainly for the godfathers and their respective godsons. "Are you sure you can Apparate without mishaps?" the werewolf asked as he sat down beside Fenix.

"You worry too much, Moony," Sirius said in between bites of pancakes.

"Spens!" Derian called out from the stairs and the baby began bouncing up and down on Snape's thigh. The Potions Master winced when Spencer gripped Snape's shoulder a bit too tightly for comfort. Derian poked his head into the kitchen and Spencer crowed happily when his father came to view. The elf carefully picked his son up into his arms. The elf looked strangely weary to Fenix, but then so were they.

Fenix felt a pang of sadness as she looked around the kitchen when she thought she felt Aldren's hair brushing across her face. She kept reminding herself that he was no longer around and tried to even her breathing. Derian saw the dilemma she was in and went round to give her a quick hug and then withdrew so that she could get on with breakfast.

Fenix flashed him a smile before she broke the uneasy silence that had filled the kitchen. "Remus and I would be doing some shopping after breakfast. Any preferences of what you want to have for dinner?" she asked them, her eyes resting on Draco's exhausted face.

: Drake? :

She managed to convey a lot of questions with just that one word.

: It's nothing. Just that those men who want to land me into bankruptcy are making me more than just nervous, :

Draco answered and Snape made a small sound of disgust. Fenix nodded sympathetically and was distracted by a loud crack that they all had been expecting. Harry and Draco quickly finished off their breakfast and sure enough, Bill swept into the kitchen.

Fenix looked archly at him and Bill just waved his hand flippantly. "Just dressing up for the occasion," the Weasley said lightly.

"How did Ron fare?" Harry asked in an anxious tone and it quickly transited into alarm when Bill gave a grimace. "He's all right, isn't he?" Harry nearly squeaked.

"Yes he is. But I have to tell you that it was a big disaster. Scared the hell out of Mom. Thank god for the Aurors and the medics," Bill answered, still grimacing. "Hermione passed the test though."

"Are you sure you don't want me to send you guys there? Wiltshire is almost like the opposite end from my house," Fenix said in a worried tone and Sirius laughed outrightly.

: You're acting more and more like my cousin, oathsib, :

his mindvoice was amused and she shot a dirty look at him.

"Hmph. Well, what do you want? Chicken, fish, squid?"

"Chicken wings, spaghetti and scones," Draco said easily, wiping his mouth briskly with a napkin.

"You look impressive, if you don't mind me saying so," Bill said, his voice thick with approval as he gave the Slytherin the once-over.

Draco gave a crooked smile. "Why! Thank you Bill!" the Slytherin smirked and Fenix relaxed a little. It seems to her that everyone was slowly acting normally but she had to wonder if she would ever reach that state. Draco was still talking, his voice pitched low and her eyes slightly widened when the boy spoke in a slow, sensual voice. "Coming from the master of fashion that is high praise indeed."

"It's my pleasure to do so Draco," Bill mimicked the Slytherin's voice as he gave a mock bow.

"Drake, remember Alamanda," Fenix said in a strangled voice.

"Alamanda who?" Draco stood up, his long legs taking him to Bill's side in a few seconds. He eyed the Weasley suggestively while Bill managed to maintain his look of unruffled calm.

Fenix opened her mouth several times but failed to come up with anything. The Potions Master looked at her wide-eyed expression and he chuckled. "Lighten up, fiery one. He's just teasing you," he said softly, the corners of his crinkling with mirth. Fenix however maintained her doubtful expression.

Draco's laughter suddenly spilled out. "Fenix!" he gasped. "I'm not going to make the same mistake twice! One oathbrother is more than enough!" Draco clutched his sides then pouted charmingly.

"Drake..." Fenix said in an almost whining voice but she soon chuckled with the boy.

"Well, the sooner we get going, the sooner we can wrap things up," Snape finally said, straightening his robes. Sirius and Harry followed suit, giving Fenix a quick hug.

: Keep your wits about you. Death Eaters are still on the loose, :

Fenix cautioned the group.

: We'll see you later, sister, :

Sirius said gently and flashed her a smile.

Fenix watched the group disappear with loud cracks accompanying them simultaneously. Spencer was oblivious to the noise as he had fallen asleep in his father's arms. She stared at Remus, suddenly feeling shy. Derian watched them quizzically.

"So... shall we go four by four or shall we take a walk to go shopping?" Fenix asked the werewolf softly.

"I'll go for the second choice," Remus said and she smiled warmly at him.

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Draco was sitting in the library, watching the group of people that had gathered while Bill scanned the will, and the documents of Draco's inheritance. Looting had occurred in the mansion. Somehow the house had lost their protections when Lucius died and since there were no house-elves, well no one could resist the temptation of stealing from a wealthy wizard. Some of them were rather unfortunate that they had chosen to linger around in the mansion when the five appeared suddenly. Things were quite hectic then.

Nevertheless, the group made it without any sort of damage and half an hour later, Draco's relatives that had been informed of the meeting arrived. Some were rather outraged when they saw Draco wearing the signet and both Snape and Sirius had to hex them to keep things at a peaceful state.

A grumpy looking wizard stared at the boy's relatives with open hostility. "That's it ladies and gentlemen. Lord Malfoy is certainly trained to take care of Lucius's properties..." he stopped when Draco looked at him without blinking.

"I wish to keep you in employment, to continue managing my properties while I study," the Slytherin said softly and Mr. Henrick looked absolutely pleased by that request.

"Certainly, my lord," the man beamed at him, ignoring the vile oaths that had erupted in the background. When Draco remained silent, Henrick continued. "Now, my lord. Your father owned some stuff that I am sure are somewhat fascinating, but I am not quite sure if you should still keep them," Henrick informed him, pausing to scowl at the door. Screams that belonged to a woman echoed loudly in the corridor.

Draco's eyes had narrowed dangerously and he stood, then walked slowly over to Harry. His oathbrother looked at him in puzzlement then stared back at the opened door.

"GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME, YOU MISFIT!!!!"

Snape steeled himself and Harry was not surprised to see Narcissa struggling strongly against a grim-looking Tonks and Wenda. Narcissa was strangely filthy and unkempt. Snape had backed off, standing close to the opened window. Harry did not blame the man, since he knew that Snape does have a keen sense of smell.

"Angelus!" Narcissa screamed. "He is not a Malfoy! We disowned him!"

Mr. Henrick looked at her in bafflement. "Yes, I know that," the man said slowly.

"Then you couldn't hand the property over to the brat!" she spat the last word out and Harry fully sympathized with his oathbrother. Narcissa had moved forward and was now standing before Draco, staring at him menacingly. At that, the relatives renewed their protests at Draco's large share. Mr. Henrick waited until a lull occurred naturally.

"You seem to have misunderstood the circumstances, Narcissa," Henrick spoke in a calm voice, but his eyes were hard and seemed to challenge every soul that stared back into them.

Bill stepped in, looking very severe in his splendid black dark blue robes. "The late Malfoy did say in an authentic will that all properties are to be given to Draco, the son that he had fathered. He also specified that Draco, currently under the care of Mr. Snape, is entitled to the wealth that was hard-earned. He did not say that Draco needs to be a legal son to claim the property."

Tonks gave an evil smirk at the dumbfounded looks on Narcissa and the other vultures. Mr. Henrick took the spot again, absently flipping over some documents.

"Ah... Here it is. Mr. Lucius Malfoy did spare some for you. But I'm afraid that they're for you to spend while you're in prison or when you're exiled to Russia."

"So it is done,' Bill said before he stared gravely at the Slytherin. "Do you have any further instructions?"

"Yes. This house... You can do whatever you want with it. I doubt that I'll be coming to live here. But I want the wine bottles that are still safe and the books here. The portraits of my father's and my own," Draco said, then he nodded to himself.

The back of Harry's neck prickled and he hastily built a shield over the Aurors just as two 'relatives' let loose the Unforgivable Curses.

"On no! You don't!" Tonks growled, then shouted at the top of her lungs. The two wizards fell to the floor, evidently stoned while Wenda worked proficiently to bind the wizards.

Sirius and Snape slowly drew out their wands again while Henrick looked a little shaken. Both the godfathers exchanged a speculative glance.

: If I had known that this might lead to an assassination attempt,"

Snape remarked to his godson, though he did not exclude Harry out of the conversation. : I should have exercised all my wile to talk you out of accepting this duty. :

: And here I was thinking that next year in Hogwarts might be a little less adventurous, :

Harry muttered, and Draco's amusement traveled down through their oathbond.

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Four in the afternoon.

Fenix hummed as she fried the marinated chicken wings while Snape helped in the preparation of spaghetti. Her partner was sitting quietly in the corner, babysitting Spencer. The baby was snuggling against the werewolf and Fenix felt slightly envious of the baby. She gave herself a mental slap and was unaware that she had muttered her thought aloud when Snape fell back onto a stool and laughed. She stared at the Potions Master in confusion but it cleared when she saw her partner staring at her intently.

Without realizing it, she had licked her lips in a fairly seductive manner then blushed when her partner began to describe of the plans he had for them that night. Snape also blushed and he struggled to breathe but it was amazingly hard to do so as he was overwhelmed by another bout of laughter.

After what had seemed like hours to Fenix, Snape finally managed to stop laughing and commented in a hoarse voice to Remus. "I didn't know that you-" Snape coughed. "That you can be so-" he coughed again. "Adventurous."

"Sev!" Fenix dropped the thongs that she used to cook to the floor in shock. She cursed when her precious clean floor was stained with oil and marinated chicken. "You mean- You didn't!"

Snape was laughing harder now. "It's not my fault!" he managed to growl.

"But I thought I kept that conversation private!"

Remus wailed, feeling extremely embarrassed.

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Harry and Draco sat side by side, backs supported by the Mnid. They were silent but they needed no words to know what the other was thinking. The Boy Who Lived was relieved, now that the Dark Lord had fallen to the annals of forever history. Though he knew that there would be others who wanted to cause more trouble in the wizarding world to fill up the empty slot. At least Harry now had the time to breathe and to reflect.

Draco meanwhile stared blankly at the tombstone seven feet away from him. Smooth white marble, with the emblem of a dragon curled around his father's name. With his oathbrother's help, Draco had created it. Well, carved it. Suddenly, he heard his father's voice filled the silence of his mind but Draco did not push it away. He listened in contentment. He still hadn't told Snape about what his father had said in the morning he died.

: You all right Drake? :

Harry asked, smelling the scent of summer around them. The sunlight that had poked through the trees made the grove look strangely ethereal and magical. Suddenly overwhelmed with mischief, he pulled Draco up and made his oathbrother stand in the path of a ray of hazy, golden sun.

: Green-Eyes! :

Draco protested weakly, wondering what the green-eyed fellow was up to.

: Don't be stubborn! Open yourself up and feel the magic! :

Harry said with slight impatience.

"What?" Draco asked in confusion.

"Just do it!" Harry urged him.

Ten minutes had passed and the ache that had been buried deeply in Draco's heart was slowly dispelled by the sudden feeling of rightness of the place. He let out an involuntary gasp and opened his eyes. Harry was grinning widely.

"Feels great, right?" Harry asked lightly, then he closed his eyes and spread his arms open.

"That's an understatement, Green-Eyes," Draco whispered. He followed his oathbrother's example. "Great Bel. This place feels old," his voice was hushed, and was filled with a great sense of wonder.

"And if we are to find a place to build a school, I suggest we find some place like this," Harry agreed.

The Mnid watched the two young sorcerers with great pride. The light around them was dimming steadily but the two young men glowed. Although it noticed that the wizard with pale hair was exhausted, no doubt from having sleepless nights and grieving, the Mnid was glad that the earth magic of the place was slowly helping the boy as did his oathbrother. The Mnid breathed, smiling gently as Draco murmured his thanks to his oathbrother and stopped long enough to place one small kiss on top of the gravestone. The two young men began walking toward the direction of the Fire Master's home. Summer. From a season that seemed to cause apprehension and great mood swings (at least for Harry) was becoming a season of healing. The Mnid smiled again as it saw the Future opening up and rumbled. Things might calm down a bit for the company, but usually, things don't always go according to plans. The Mnid saw friendly chaos erupting all around, most of them instigated by the company that had brought Slytherins down to acknowledge love.

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Fenix clutched at the edge of the table, feeling a little weird. She had been alone in the kitchen but then Harry and Draco returned. The boys quickly rushed to her side but she waved them off.

"Drake, can you take care of the rest of the cooking?" she asked, somehow managing to keep her voice even.

"Are you sure you're all right?" Harry asked sternly and she nodded.

Fifteen minutes later, Fenix was staring at the kit with disbelief. It turned red! Strange happiness bubbled inside her. Wait, don't get excited. You better confirm it with the Elementals. The bathroom pulsed with magical energy and there was suddenly a swarm of Elementals closeted with her. Most of them turned out to be the Nymphs. They began singing and Fenix stared, suppressing the sudden need to jump up with joy.

The Potions Master was looking for the Fire Master. He was surprised and became more than just curious when he heard singing coming from her bedroom. Strange, breathy voices filled the bedroom. The bathroom opened and a glowing Fire Master emerged. Snape's eyes quickly fell onto the strip she was holding in her hand. Snape froze, and his brain stopped thinking. It was minutes before one thought floated in his mind. Merlin! She can't be!

"Can you do me a favor?" Fenix breathed, knowing by the nuances of his face that he knew. Fenix did not wait for him to answer. "Would you hold on to Sirius while I inform Remus? I don't really mindspeech to keep it private so I'll do it directly." Snape managed to give her a dumb nod and followed her out, going back to the kitchen in a slight daze.

Later that night, the house was suddenly filled with exclamations and Fenix's happy giggle was heard. Exactly ten seconds later, the classical rich baritone belonging to a Black roared out.

"YOU ARE GOING TO BLOODY WELL MAKE MY OATHSISTER YOUR WIFE MOONY! BY NEXT WEEK! OR I'LL KILL YOU!"

More expletives followed and Fenix's laughter filled the background.

~ Finished ~

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This is written purely for fun!!!!

Fenix Maxwell, Fire Master available in Scotland, oathsister to Sirius Black, best friend to Severus Snape, fiancee of Remus Lupin and co-guardian of The Oathbrothers, was scowling fiercely at her best friend.

Fenix:

Sev, you are the one with the complaints. I'll bring her here and you talk. Take it or leave it.

Snape:

All right. The Potions Master growled, shoulders slumping with defeat.

Remus:

Keep a lid on it. You know that no matter how much you argue with her, sooner or later you would be the one to give in. The werewolf gave the Potions Master a half-smile. Snape in return, snarled at the werewolf and flopped onto the sofa. He scowled darkly at Sirius who was trying to hide his amusement.

Snape:

Something funny? The Potions Master snapped at Harry's godfather.

Sirius:

It's nothing.

Fenix:

Hey, I'm about to bring her.

Remus:

Bring it on!

A strange column of blue light filled the center of the room and...

Firesword:

Bloody hell! The author of 'Purpose' stared at the woman of her imagination with incredulity.

Harry:

Seems like this is really her favorite. No wonder it came up frequently in our dialogue.

Draco:

Fenix, is this whom I think she is?

Fenix:

I think so.

Sirius:

Hurry on Snivellus. She looks pretty much like a kid, her parents might start wondering where she is.

Draco:

You call her a kid? Draco was staring at Harry's godfather with amusement and the look that the Slytherin kid gave the author was slightly intimidating.

Harry:

Ignore Drake. Harry was looking at the author with a kind expression. Firesword was still looking a little stunned. Please, take a seat. But Firesword did not move. She did not even blink her eyes.

Snape:

Perhaps I should give my wand a wave and say 'Ennervate'.

Firesword:

Don't you dare! That seemed to snap the author out of her thoughts and she slowly took an empty seat which coincidentally was positioned across the Potions Master.

Sirius:

We'll make sure that Snivellus do it fast so don't worry! Sirius looked at Firesword with a mischievous smile that was extremely capable of pulling her into the throes of infatuation. But it seemed like the author was immune to him.

Firesword:

Well? Firesword stared at Snape intently.

Snape:

I have certain questions that I would like to wrench from you. At the word 'wrench' Firesword quirked up an eyebrow. She stayed silent. Snape did not speak and Firesword made a sound of aggravation at the back of her throat.

Firesword:

I'm waiting... Though she had a look that seemed to be signifying 'nitwit', to Draco at least.

Snape:

Why did you have to make me so....

Firesword:

Out of character? Firesword gave a faint smile, at a man who is like perhaps twenty years older than she. Simply because I don't have the heart to write you as an infuriating, greasy-haired, ill-tempered Potions Master.

Snape:

Perhaps you have not done enough research about my personality?

Firesword:

Probably... She did not seem to be slightly disturbed by that observation. The air suddenly intensified and Firesword found herself being crushed painfully by an incredibly strong Dark Lord.

Voldemort:

You should have made me victorious! Everyone should be sick of how lucky that boy is!

Firesword:

Voldemort, I swear if you do not remove your hands from my butt in five seconds I'm going to rewrite about how your innocent victims cornered you. The Dark Lord seemed not to care but fortunately Death came to the rescue and pulled him back toward the abyss. Firesword's eyes were watering and Snape moved to help her up. I hate guys who touched my butt. Only my boyfriend has that right of course. Thank you. Snape did not move, he just continued to look down at Firesword. The author bristled. I know I'm short so don't be insulting. Snape gave her a crooked grin.

Snape:

As mushy as you had made me, I like the change. So, my next question will be: are you going to write more about this 'company'?

Firesword:

Yes. I hope so. But I have an idea running around inside my head and I felt like writing about this idea first.

Harry:

Really? Does it have anything to do with uhmmm... 'Purpose'?

Firesword:

No... Not really. It will be another post-OOTP fic, but scenes differ.

Draco:

Spoilers?

Firesword:

I feel like keeping it a secret... for now at least.

Fenix:

Is that all, Sev? The Fire Master gave a demanding look at Snape.

Snape:

He nods but raised a hand to stop Fenix from taking action. He moved closer to Firesword again and kissed her lightly on the cheek. The author blushed and mumbled something about a boyfriend. He leans in to whisper, too lowly for the others to hear. I know you're infatuated with me.

Firesword:

Is it that obvious? Firesword murmured to Snape and motioned to Fenix to do her stuff. A few seconds later, the author was off the scene.

Sirius:

Snivellus, I do not bloody damn well understand what you were trying to do back there.

Snape:

I didn't expect you to Black! The Potions Master retorted but Remus felt slightly uneasy by the mischievous glint in Snape's coal-black eyes.

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Author's Notes:

I know I should put this up on the respective sections but I'm feeling a little lazy *grins sheepishly*

Hello guys! You've come to the end of 'Purpose'! *sniffs* I'm feeling so sad! But well I do have a few more ideas running inside my head so I guess it is totally up to you if you want to come back and find out what I will be up to sometime in the future! :) I sincerely hope you guys had enjoyed reading this fic as much as I had in writing them! Hopefully, I didn't disappoint you guys!

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