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 Two

Meet The Dursley's

LAST TIME IN DEBEO ANIMUS:

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.

NOW ON WITH THE NEXT CHAPTER:

"BOY GET THE DOOR, AND BE QUICK ABOUT IT." Screamed a voice from within the house. Lythian held Constance's hand tightly as he saw his wife pale when she heard the shout.

In Constance's head she was trying to control her emotions by repeating the mantra "Please don't let it be Harry that answer's the door." over in her head.

The door opened and standing there small boy around three years of age wearing nothing but an oversized old jumper with what looked like nothing on below that. He had sad dark emerald green eyes and a mop of black hair. Constance's' grip on Lythian's' hand tightened as the boy looked up at them.

"Hewwo, can I hep ou." spoke the shy little boy, looking up at the two people in front of him.

"Hello is your daddy at home young man?" Spoke Lythian as he bent down to the boy's level.

There were tears starting to form in the little boy's eye's "I don haf a daddy or mummy." he said with a sniffle "They is dead. I will get Unca Veron for ou." The little boy started to run off but before he could find Vernon, another child rounded the corner. This child was about three times the size of Harry and resembled a little piglet. As he saw Harry approach he put his leg out and tripped him, making Harry careen into the wall.

The little piglet stood there and laughed at his cousin, not knowing that two rather irate people were standing behind him. Dudley ran at Harry and knocked into a china cabinet knocking most of the plates over making a loud clatter.

The little fat piglet started to laugh, "You gonna get it now. Hah Hah." as he ran up the stairs.

"WHAT IS ALL THE NOISE OUT HERE?" Boomed an angry voice as a huge man with reddening cheeks walked into the hall.

Harry curled himself into a foetal position.

"You had better hope it was nothing you ungrateful wretch. I swear one of these days I will throw that damn key away and you can go and di.."

"Um Excuse me, but are you Vernon Dursley?" Interrupted Lythian.

"Yes I am, who are you, and what are doing in my house?" Fumed Vernon as he stared at the Malfoy's.

"We Spoke on the phone earlier today, my name is Lythian Malfoy. We spoke about a large order I want to place with your company." Spoke Lythian, with a slight distaste in his mouth.

"oh... Oh!, I am so sorry Mr Malfoy I didn't realise it was you." said Vernon as he looked out the door at the Malfoy's car, his eyes lighting up. " I assume this lovely young lady is your wife?" Vernon asked as he looked Constance up and down virtually undressing her with his eyes.

"Yes, this is my wife Constance." Offered Lythian as he introduced her to Vernon.

"Pleased to meet you." Said Vernon as he kissed Constance's hand.

As he bent down to kiss her hand he realised Harry was still standing there, and slowly turned on the boy.

"Well Boy, what are you looking at, you know what to do with yourself, be off with you or you will be punished." croaked Vernon evilly.

With this Harry, ran to the stairs opened a door underneath and climbed in.

Lythian & Constance looked perplexed as to what Harry had done, and turned to look at Vernon.

"Oh don't mind him, he is just a beggars child we are looking after. Not right up here if I do say so." said Vernon as he tapped his head with his hand. "Please come in to the parlour and I will introduce you to my wife Petunia."

"Vernon, who was that at the door?" Screeched Petunia as she came out of the kitchen wiping her hands on her apron. "Also what was that terrible noise?"

"Petunia these are the Malfoy's, the new account I told you about. The noise was that nutcase of a freak bumping into your china cabinet." Vernon pointed at the cabinet as he spoke.

Petunia turned and looked at her prized china collection and blanched, when she noticed that one of her prized pieces had been broken. She looked at Vernon and beckoned him over.

"Look what he did that stupid boy. My favourite piece broken. Vernon can you go and deal with him." Whispered Petunia as she rounded on the Malfoy's and showed them in to the parlour like a spider to a fly.

As the Malfoy's were settling into their chairs they could here dull thuds and crying. Lythian looked at his wife noticing her demeanour changing. A couple of minutes later Vernon came back in and sat with Petunia as if nothing had happened.

"So what brings you to Little Whinging, Lythian, I may call you Lythian?" Vernon asked.

"Well Vernon of course you can. We are here on family business but also to see about implementing some new equipment into my paper mills, that dear fellow is where you come into the picture." Stated Lythian, pulling out a manila folder and sliding it across the table to it "Some of the family business should be finished tonight so I thought I might kill two birds, so to speak, with one stone. It really is quite hard to keep ones family fortune in check but I try."

At the mention of the word "fortune" Constance noticed Vernon's black beady eyes sparkle. If there ever was a man who liked money it was Vernon Dursley, he seemed to be the type who supplemented his wage with the contents of petty cash and donation tins.

Petunia noticed Constance looking at Vernon with a mask of distaste.

"So Constance, do you and Lythian have any children? I don't know where Vernon and I would be if we didn't have our Dudders." Proudly stated Petunia.

"No Petunia we don't have any kids of our own, but we will be having a beautiful bundle of joy arrive any day now to make our family complete." Constance dreamily says as she thinks of the poor little boy in the cupboard under the stairs.

"Petunia, I am sorry to bother you but could you please tell me where the bathroom is ?" Asked Constance to her Hostess as she snapped out of her dreaminess..

"Yes Dear it is up the stairs second door on the left." replied Petunia.

As she left the parlour Constance muttered silencio and went over to the cupboard under the stairs. opening the door, the blood literally drained from her face. In front of her, holding a piece of fabric around himself and covered in bruises and blood was Harry. If she wasn't so upset she may not have noticed the blood dribbling down the boys legs.

Composing herself, Constance bent down to the little boy and took him in her arms.

"Harry, who did this to you?" She soothed.

"No one I fell" said the little boy biting back tears.

"Little one would you like me make it feel better?" She whispered as she pulled him tighter to her bosom.

"How?" Questioned the little boy.

"Do you believe in Magic, Harry?" she asked looking into his big green eyes and thinking of her mother.

"No such fing as magic. Unca Veron an Aunt Tuna says so." countered the little boy, looking at the woman with wonder.

"Let me show you, my darling." Constance said. At this she pulled out her wand and muttered a spell and suddenly her clothes changed colour. Harry just stared at her in amazement as she turned her clothes back.

"wow" Whispered Harry. "Can I do magic?"

"yes my little one of course you can" Smiled Constance as she bundled him up in to her arms and stormed into the parlour.

Brandishing her wand, Constance screamed in to the room. Vernon and Petunia paled as they saw her wand as well as a trembling Harry.

"YOU PAIR OF SORRY EXCUSES FOR HUMAN BEINGS.WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO THIS POOR CHILD." She bellowed as she stopped next to her husband.

Vernon turned an unattractive shade of purple and piped up "Nothing, the little freak deserves every bit of what he gets."

"Well obviously you are idiots. Whilst my father was an absolute asshole, he taught me a few things about torture. I am itching to try it out on a deserving culprit. I think I could keep you alive for at least 7 years!" Screamed Constance as a blue glow surrounded her.

For some time, Lythian just stared at his wife and the little child, stunned. Then, however, he pulled out his own wand and pointed it at the now trembling Dursley's. "Yes Vernon , Petunia please explain," he snarled sharply.

"The little bastard had it coming. All of you are freaks. Filthy freaks. I am just sorry I did not kill him when he turned up on our doorstep. I was so tempted. He would have fit into the sink. I could have just left him face down in the sink and all my problems would be gone. He is a freak!" Screamed Vernon as he turned redder, and redder.

"So that 'freaky stuff' surely explains those bruises, or his obvious malnutrition, or the fact that he was locked up in a cupboard," spat the blond man. "Believe me, Dursley, you're not going to get out of this easily. Not easily at all."

Meanwhile, Constance was cooing at the little boy. "Don't cry, little one," she muttered, wiping away the tears that again started to run down the boy's face. "Don't cry, Harry. We've come to take you away. Nobody's going to hurt you again."

"His name is not Harry, it's freak" Petunia dared to say.

"His name is Harry. Harry James Potter," Constance added, obviously disgusted by the way Petunia had treated him, "And you, you bitch. He is your own flesh and blood and you let that excuse of a man touch him like that? You are just as bad. How would you like if it happened to your precious Dudley. No you wouldn't like it, would you. Well honey, Harry is actually going to be living with a family that will love him and care for him. And he will grow up wanting nothing."

Lythian added coolly. "Believe me, Dursley, this will not be good when we contact the Wizarding authorities." Turning then towards Constance and the tiny boy in his wife's arms, he asked, "Do you know your name, boy?"

For a moment, the tiny boy Constance held was quiet. Then he said quietly, "I -- I don't know."

"What do your Aunt and Uncle call you, then?" asked Constance gently, hugging him and blowing a strand of hair from his tear-stained face. "Tell me, dear. What do they call you?"

"They call me boy," answered the little one shyly. "Or freak."

It took all self-control Lythian had not to turn Dursley's into ants so he could squash them with his foot. "You're a dead man, Dursley," he muttered quietly. "You maybe don't realize it, but you're a dead man. You are marked."

Vernon Dursley was a coward who never fought with somebody who might beat him. In his mind, all wizards and that ilk belonged in this category. He liked attacking when the enemy had their back turned towards him especially people smaller than he..

Considering Constance was occupied enough with the little child in her arms, he flung forward, wrapping his fingers around Lythian's throat from behind. The Malfoy Lord dropped his wand in shock, struggling to release himself from the fat mans grip. Despite all of his magical skills, Lythian had never been good at hand to hand. Like all purebloods, he was trained in weaponry, swords and axes for example, so even though he clawed at the fingers around his neck, he could not free himself from the Muggle's suffocating hands.

However, that was when Constance stepped in.

Fast as lightning, Constance had Dursley pinned against the wall, her wand grinding into the man's throat. Harry was now standing beside her instead of in her lap, clutching tightly on the hem of her gown. "One step nearer to him, Dursley," She hissed venomously. "Take one more step towards him, or touch him one more time, and I swear you'll be dead."

"You'd better believe her," Lythian commented lazily, quickly using his ordinary cool attitude to cover the shock of having been surprised in such a way. "I've seen her kill before. She's good at it, but not too fast. Which is not a good thing to whomever she has decided to kill."

Petunia Dursley's eyes widened as she heard his words, and she shrieked. "Please Don't kill him!" she begged.

"I should," Constance said coldly. "I should for all that he's done to this innocent child. Maybe I should kill you, too," She added with a sharp glance to her direction. This made her whimper and retreat a little. "Fortunately to you, though," added Constance, taking a short step backwards and glaring at Vernon, "I am more a human than you.--" She noticed with cruel amusement that the woman flinched, "So I'm going to behave like one and let you live." With this, she took another step back and lowered her wand, although she kept it ready all the time.

"Attempted murder," snapped Lythian, resisting the urge to touch his throat, where, like he knew very well, large handprints were already forming. "Add that to obviously continuous neglect and child abuse, Dursley, and you'll spend a long time in either prison or Azkaban I can't decide which one would be better or you.."

"Azkaban?" spat the man. "What is that? One of your many freak places?"

"Sort of," Lythian said, smiling the cruellest of his smiles. "It is the worst of all the Wizarding prisons. I'm sure you will enjoy your time there with a couple of Dementors guarding you." To his great satisfaction he noted that the woman paled even further. Obviously she'd heard from her now dead parents what Dementors were.

"Now look here. I know a judge. You do anything to us and I will have you arrested!" yelled an irate Vernon.

"Now you look at me Dursley. My family owns half of the seats on the wizengamot. We also own half of the wizarding news papers. If I let your name slip, and what you have done to Harry, I doubt you would live a week. Or if I spoke to the wizengamot, you will rot in Azkaban, insane within a month. Do you know what dementors do to muggles like you Dursley?"

A pale Vernon shook his head.

"A dementor cannot be seen by a muggle. But it can suck every ounce of happiness from you. Then it will slowly turn you insane. To a wizard they become withdrawn, their mind overloaded. To muggles, you become violent and homicidal. Within a month the three of you would be trying to kill each other. Then on the full moon, your senses would return, along with overwhelming guilt, and you will kill yourself. That is of course if the dementors don't give you the kiss. A kiss from a dementor is meant to be unbearable to watch, but I will do my best. As it kisses you, your soul is sucked out of your mouth, you live as an empty shell until you die of starvation."

"We're going to take you away from here now, Harry. Is there something you would like to keep from here? " asked Constance gently, concentrating on the boy again.

"No toys," muttered Harry. "No toys for freaks." Oblivious to the hard glint in both Constance's and Lythian's eyes, which was solely directed at the Dursley's, and not at him he then added shyly, "Will ou really take me away? I won't have to come back?" When Constance merely nodded determinedly, his wary smile grew a lot brighter. Then he said, "Weddy to go. I only need my blankie."

"Then we'll get your blankie, then dear." Constance started to follow the boy while Lythian kept the Dursley's steadily at a wand point, not wanting a repeat of the previous attack. From the corner of his eye he saw the dried blood on the backs of Harry's legs as the little boy disappeared into the cupboard -- oh, Dursley was so going to pay for that one! Forcing himself sexually on an unsuspecting child as well as keeping him like a house elf in a cupboard locked from the outside to live in, that alone should have amounted to a Dementor's Kiss! Harry reappeared with an old, worn-out blanket in his hand, clutching it against his chest like a precious treasure. It was probably the only thing he had to himself.

"We go now?" asked Harry shyly. "Where we go? Who you? How you know my name?"

"Yes, we are going now," Constance assured him, smiling at his curiosity. "We're going to go to our home where we will contact a nice woman called Poppy Pomfrey who will check you over, she's a nurse. And I, well, I am your Aunt Constance." With a brief smile and a nod to Lythian's direction, She added, "Lythian, he is your Uncle."

"Oh!" Harry's eyes widened. Obviously the possibility of having two aunts & uncles one set evil and the other that seem so nice was almost too much to his little child's brains. After a moment of thinking, he asked, "Why you come here?"

"Because somebody told us to," Lythian said, deciding to participate in the conversation at last. "A somebody called Cassiopeia Potter, your grandmother, little one" as he ruffled Harry's hair.

"I have a grandma as well?" asked Harry.

At hearing the name of Harry's grandmother, Petunia got an evil gleam in her eye. "No, you have got that wrong, his grandmother's name was Pandora Potter not Cassiopeia. I should know I met the freak at my dead sister's wedding. You must have the wrong child." As she tried to make a grab for Harry, Constance pulled her wand out and yelled Petrificus totalis, leaving Petunia frozen.

"My Dear Petunia, Pandora Potter was my Aunt, My brother James was adopted by her to keep him away from our father, who was an evil man. I only found out this information recently myself from my mother on her deathbed. If I had known that my nephew was being brought up by two snivelling pieces of flobberworm like yourselves than I would have taken him when his parents died, but alas that was not her case." She cackled as she looked at the panic stricken face of Petunia. She then turned around on Vernon.

"And you, You worthless piece of shit, if ever I see you again I will hex you to hell and back for infinity and make sure you get buggared by giants for what you did to this poor child." She said through gritted teeth as she held him in a full bond bind as well.

"My dear Dursley's, It has been fantastic to meet with you, but we know must bid you adieu and take our child with us to raise as the pure blooded child he is. In case you haven't guessed, I am taking my business elsewhere. The contract was a 15 million dollar one. I will let your boss know that you blew it by abusing your nephew, then hint at the fact that your attitude is probably reflected onto your underlings" said Lythian as he turned to the petrified couple. With a swish of his cane he knocked out Vernon . "You will be getting more than that in prison when I am finished with you." He spat as he gathered his Wife and Nephew and left the confines of privet drive. to return to Dragon's Crest Manor.

He looked down at the little boy, "So son, are you ready to start a really big adventure?" he said to the boy.

Harry did not say anything, he just nodded. Seemingly he had enough sense not to question anything after what he saw at Privet drive. Hopefully he also understood that it didn't mean danger to him.

Meanwhile at Hogwarts a large alarm was blaring. Headmaster Albus Dumbledore looked at a parchment reporting on Harry Potters residence.

Arrival: Constance Potter-Malfoy & Lythian Malfoy

Intention: Removal of Subject, Adoption of Subject

Relation to Subject: Aunt & Uncle

Allegiance: Pure-blooded supporters of Grindelwald, detesters of Voldemort

Magic Performed: Colour Change Charm (Robes)


Magic Performed: Finite Incantatum

Magic Performed: Petrificus Totalus (Subject: Petunia Dursley)

Magic Performed: Petrificus Totalus (Subject: Vernon Dursley)

Departure: Constance Potter-Malfoy, Subject & Lythian Malfoy

Notes: LM intends to return with warrant for the arrest of Vernon Dursley for child abuse and warrant for the arrest Petunia Dursley for child abuse.

There was only one word going through Dumbledore's mind. "DAMN!". He through a handful of green powder into the fireplace. "Arthur Weasley".

"Yes Albus."

"We have a problem. Harry Potter has willingly left Privet Drive with two unknown relatives. I need you to research them for me. We need to get him back with his mothers relatives, we cannot have an aware Harry Potter entering Hogwarts without a confidante we control."

"Who am I looking up Albus?"

"Constance Potter-Malfoy and her husband Lythian Malfoy."

Arthur's face went ashen.

"They cant have returned...."

"What Arthur?"

"Lythian Malfoy and Constance Potter were pledged whilst still in the womb. The two of them were trained privately by tutors, under the insistence of their mothers, only Lucius Malfoy was allowed to come to Hogwarts. Lythian did not follow You Know Who, and was one of the ministry's top fighters of Voldemort. The dangerous thing was that he believed in pureblood supremacy and segregation of muggle borns, although not of their annihilation, but not in Voldemort's methods. He and his wife were the top spies and assassins we had. Half a year before the end of the war, they disappeared, after the ministry started to pressure them into killing Lucius."

"How come you never informed me of them?"

"It was level 1 classified."

"Can our plan be salvaged?"

"I honestly don't know. They are the richest family in the wizarding world, with pure lines. Inherited parts of the Malfoy, Potter and Black fortunes. The Black fortune was split equal between Malfoy lines, ¼ of the Malfoy fortune went to Lythian, the rest to Lucius. The entire Potter fortune went to Lythian."

"How many seats does that give him?"

"Let's see... Potter, that would be 3. The Blacks had 4, so Lythian would have 2. The Malfoy's have 4, so 1. That's half a sitting of the Wizengamot, and in a tie breaker, well as secondary heir to the Malfoy's he could call on another seat there, and one from the Blacks. Those three families have absorbed so many lines."

"Who holds the Weasley seat?"

"My third cousin, 7 times removed. He also holds the key the vaults, and has stopped the allowances. The ministry refuses to allow me to advance, they say they need me down there, and will pay me unspeakable rates again when I am needed again."

"I really am sorry Arthur. I will live up to my promise of a million galleons, when Ronald becomes Harry's confidante."

"Thankyou Headmaster."

The flames died out.