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Chapter 16: Chaos

In the last chapter:

Albus had stood at the front of the Great Hall and began his speech. "Three weeks ago it became clear to myself and the staff that there was something wrong with Mr. Potter who was currently spending the summer holiday at his home with his aunt and uncle. I sent two of my most trusted staff to go and check on Harry. When they arrived they found Harry severely beaten, and just barely alive. They quickly gathered his stuff and brought him back to Hogwarts to be treated. After being healed to the best that was possible Harry slipped into a coma.

Due to the extent of the injuries that he had sustained to his head and body I am sad to say that Harry James Potter passed away last night at around midnight."
The Great Hall was silent; you could have heard a pin drop it was as if time was standing still. Almost as if Time itself was giving the people in the Hall a slight reprieve before all Hell broke loose.

Lucian felt Draco's hand slip into his reassuringly. He could hear his heart beating in his ears. The sound was deafening.

Draco could feel the sheen of sweat slickening his hands. He was nervous, not for himself but for Lucian. No nervous wasn't the word for it. He was scared shitless. He wished for something to happen he couldn't stand the
silence. It was maddening. He could feel his father sitting tensely on his right side. He knew that the silence was driving him mad as well.

And then it happened.

The Hall erupted in noise.

Demanding screams echoed off the walls.

Only one word could describe what had happened at that very moment.

Chaos.

The Wizarding world had lost its Savior.

Hope was gone.

The light would lose to the Dark Lord.

And the world would fall into Darkness.

Those where the phrases that where thrown at the Headmaster. They demanded that he tell them it wasn't true. They begged for someone to tell them it was a cruel hoax, that the boy was truly alive somewhere hiding away from the Dark Lord, somewhere safe, training to fight.

But no one could tell them that, not after the Ministry's Chief Mediwizard walked into the hall and announced that it was the truth. He had just come from seeing the young hero's body.

Sobbing could be heard from every side of the Great Hall. Then the pompous Minister himself had stalked up to Dumbledore and demanded that he show him the boy's body.

Albus consented and lead the Minister out of the Hall. Several Aurors followed as did the staff as well as Lucian and Draco. Somehow Lucian had managed to get separated from his father and Draco. He suddenly felt himself being turned around rather violently and he came face to face with an Auror, one that had came in accompanying Minister Fudge. He did not look happy.

"Who are you?" He snarled, pushing Lucian up against the wall the grip on his wrist tightening painfully.

Lucian gasped in pain, his eyes widened in fear. Flash backs of all of the beatings he had received from Vernon replayed lightening fast through his mind. He instinctively tried to flee, his body automatically going into self-preservation mode.

"Answer my question Boy!" the Auror sneered.

Lucian fought down the panic, "Lucian Snape." He answered trying to keep the fear out of his voice.

The Auror on hearing Lucian's name ripped his sleeve up on his left arm obviously looking for the Dark Mark to be branded into the young teens arm. Just as he was about to demand the boy to show him his other arm he felt someone grab a hold of his shoulder and roughly pulled him away from the boy.

"Get your filthy hands off of my son!" Severus said his voice venomously low, causing the Auror to bristle. "Is there a 'Reason' that you felt that you needed to accost my son in the middle of a Hogwarts corridor?" he jerked his hand off of the Auror in disgust. He looked at Lucian and could see the fear radiated from his body, his eyes widened in terror. He gently pulled him to his side and then turned again to confront the man.

"I have every right to check and see if someone suspicious is marked, especially when it is the son of an known Deatheater. I don't care what Dumbledore says in your defense; once a Deatheater always a Deatheater and as they say, the apple never falls far from the tree." The Auror sneered in Lucian's direction.

"How coincidental that you bring your son here after Potter's death. Planning a little recruiting on your Masters behalf now that Potter's out of the way." He took a step closer to Severus and glaringly continued. "How do we know that your 'Spawn' isn't a danger to the students? For all we know he could have been in the Dark Lords company before he came here. Maybe a little investigation should be in order. I wonder what secrets we could extract from your bastard." The Auror smirked and then violently pushed past them and disappeared into the crowd.

Severus quickly pulled Lucian closer to him so that he could see his son's face. "Lucian look at me, are you ok?" he said his voice full of concern and worry. "Did he hurt you?" he asked wanting to make sure that his son was
ok.

Lucian looked up at his father fear evident in his eyes. "They can't really question me can they?" his voice trembled. He had known that there was still some animosity toward people that had been once associated with Voldemort, but he never thought that he would ever be at the brunt of it. It scared the hell out of him. It was no wonder that his father never left the safety of the Hogwarts.

Severus could see that his son was terrified at the prospect of the Ministry questioning him. Too many secrets could be revealed. "Unfortunately, they can. Especially now." He sighed when he felt Lucian tense up. "But it is best not to worry about it now. They would have to come up with a valid reason for the investigation, not just because some fucked up Auror said to do it."

Severus pulled his son into a quick hug. "No worries, now lets go and see where the other half of our party has gone off to. Shall we?" Severus said as he gestured toward the Great Hall.