Harry Potter and the Debeo Animus

By

Lythian & Constance Malfoy

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling as well as various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Chapter 1

The Beginnings of a New Life

Constance Malfoy (once Potter) sat starring over the edge of the balcony with a cup of tea in her hand. Her mind wandered back to a conversation she had with her mother, on her death bed, days before.

"Constance. Fix my mistake. Please. They had a son Constance. He's living with a squib. Save my grand son Constance."

"Who mother? Who had a son?"

"Your brother."

"What brother? I have no brother, do I?

"Your twin was your cousin James, he was adopted out just after your birth to your fathers blood traitor of a brother Oliver. He and his wife was killed by the Dark Lord, but their son, your nephew survived. A son called….AAAAAAAAAAAAGHhhh

"What mother, please tell me what his name is."

"Potter. Harry Potter. Look in my diary Constance. Right my wrong."

Seconds later, the old woman closed her eyes, never to open them again.

"What troubles you my love?" a silky voice asked from behind her.

"Mother's final words."

Lythian Malfoy sat down next to his wife and clasp her hands in his.

"If it means so much, we will find the boy. It is not like we don't have the rooms or the money."

Constance laughed at her husbands stab at humor.

Their Grandparents had 4 children, all married. From those relationships 9 children were born, Andromeda, Bellatrix and Narcissa Black, Regulus and Sirius Black, Lucius and Lythian Malfoy and James and Constance Potter.

Andromeda and Sirius had been disowned, Regulus killed, James, as Constance had found out had been adopted by a disgraced member of the Potter family, Bellatrix's inheritance was the dowry from her marriage into the LeStrange's, and Narcissa and Constance had married Lucius and Lythian, meaning that the Black fortune was divided between the two families. Add to that the Potter and Malfoy fortune, and it is easy to see why Lythian and Constance Malfoy were the richest family in Britain, followed closely by Narcissa and Lucius.

Constance looked lovingly at her husband.

"You really mean it?"

"Of course. Now where is he?"

"From what I can remember James Potter was married to Lily Evans who was a. Muggle Born witch. She had a sister... I don't know her name though."

"Let's look up Evan's in the family book. There could be a clue hidden in there my dear. The Evans family may have just had a long line of squibs or something."

Lythian stood and held out his hand for his wife. The two then made their way down into the library, where they pulled out an old black book entitled 'Pureblooded Lines: A-L'.

"Entwine... Epsilon... Fudge, too far... Here we are. Evans. The last known Evans were Marigold and Jason Evans. Their first born daughter was a squib. It says here that they left with their tails between their legs. Now... name of that daughter is Petunia... Born 1956... Maybe Lily was the daughter of a pure blooded line after all... and what a line."

Constance glanced over her husbands shoulders.

"He was an Evans?"

"Yep. Her grandfather."

"Does the book have who this flower woman married?"

"Petunia... let's see... Businessman, Grunnings Drills. Some head of a Muggle company, Dursley, Vernon Dursley."

"I suppose an address is out of the question?"

"Yes, but we can always arrange a business meeting with this Dursley man. You go make preparations for this child. Get a bedroom ready. I will arrange a meeting, and I will get Lucius to floo me over some adoption forms. He owes me a favor or two."

Constance nodded her head and walked out of the room. Lythian placed the book on a small table and walked over to the fireplace. He pulled open a hidden draw in the mantle piece and withdrew some red powder. Throwing it in to the fire, he watched as the flames turned an angry bright red.

"Lucius Malfoy, Malfoy Manor."

"Lythian dear brother. How may I be of service. I take it this is sensitive business then with you using Secure flu powder and all."

"Luc. I need a favor. I need adoption forms, and I need ones that will be processed without any... unnecessary perusal."

"Meaning?"

"Constance and I wish to adopt her nephew, who was orphaned a couple of years ago."

"The Potter brat? The Potter brat is your nephew through Connie. That half blooded destroyer of my master"

Lythian smiled. "He's no half blood. There is more too. You know I never liked your master Lucius. He was almost Gryffindor material. Frontal assaults. Has he never heard of subtlety. Not to mention he was a bloody hypocrite."

"Enough. I will get you your damn forms brother. I know you preferred the subtle war He made. He was a genius. No one denies that. I also know you do not believe we should kill all Muggles and Mudbloods."

"Thank you Luc. That's all I could ask for. Unless of course you wanted to give me half shares in the Malfoy fortune instead of the quarter share i have now. I still don't understand why second born children only get a third of what the first son receives."

"Like you need it. Good day brother. I will bring the forms tonight"

"See you then Luc."

A couple of hours later Lythian was on the phone.

"Hello... Could I speak to a Mister Vernon Dursley please... Yes, head of Large Accounts... I need a number of large commercial drill press' built... Thankyou.....God I hate being on hold.... Mister Dursley... Yes my name is Lythian Malfoy... Yes... An account... Could we discuss it over a meal somewhere?... Your House... That's great... Tonight, fine... Yes, I am married, she would love to come... 4 Privet Drive Little Whinging Surrey .. Thank you very much... Look forward to doing business with you."

Lythian put down the reciever and turned to his wife who was standing in the doorway.

"All done dear."

"Good. Let me show you his rooms."

Constance Malfoy had long wanted a child. She had been made baran by her father when she refused to become like Bellatrix – in Constance's mind, an insane psycho bitch, or to her father, an angel with her priorities straight. Her father brutally tortured her for 3 days until she fell into a coma. It was Lythian's love for her that eventually broke her out of her deep slumber only to be told that they could never have any children of their own.

The rooms Lythian was lead to by Constance were all decorated in bright colours, with murals on he walls. The bed was a miniature double bed, (Think a double bed scaled down for a toddler), with a large canopy over it. A large window lead onto a balcony with a view over the lake. Opposite the bed were four doors. Bathroom, 'Playroom', wardrobe and a door to the master suite.

Lythian wrapped his arms around Constance's waist and pulled her close. Leaning down slightly he whispered in her ear "You have spent way too much time planning this, haven't you?".

"Of course, husband mine."

Later that night, Constance Malfoy stood impatiently (a very unbecoming trait in a Malfoy) in a deep red dress, waiting for Lythian.

"Well M'lady, shall we go and pick up a son?"

"Certainly, M'lord." she giggled.

Lythian was wearing a black suit, rattling the keys for their black mercedes.

The drive to Surrey did not take to long (due to a well placed rip in the time space continuum, created using a portkey). The black merc pulled up in front of a plain white house which looked identical to every other house on the street... with the exception of the nearly tangible energy surrounding it – the wards.

"Well Connie. Here we go."

The pair walked arm in arm up the path, and pressed the door bell.