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 4

Snape, Severus Snape

LAST TIME IN DEBEO ANIMUS:

The man behind the desk scribbled a few notes. Seconds later 15 Aurors stepped into the room. The head Auror stepped forward.


"Albus Dumbledore, you are under arrest for trespassing. Should you come along quietly, Mister Malfoy is willing to drop the charges. Should you resist, then you will also face charges for resisting arrest."

3 days after that conversation finished, Albus Dumbledore was released from a ministry holding cell.

NOW ON WITH THE NEXT CHAPTER:

Hogwarts School of Wizardry & Witchcraft

Albus Dumbledore, strode through the corridors of the castle, acknowledging the passing young Wizards and Witches with the briefest of nods. The expression he had on the long intellectual face was positively thunderous.

Albus Dumbledore was in a very bad mood indeed.

"How dare he. How dare he refuse me, leader of all the wizarding world.'' he thought as he strode into the inner bowels of the dungeons to the office of one Severus Snape.

He reached the alcove where the young potion master's office was situated and whispered the password to the statue that guarded the door. He paused on the threshold. The office was small, but furnished luxuriously. There was an ornate marble fireplace, discreetly tucked away in one corner. A highly polished desk occupied the centre of the room with a high backed chair behind it, and two in front.

The only ornaments were antique potion's items. and an ancient painting on the wall. One of the chairs was already occupied, by Severus Snape.

Dumbledore surveyed him coldly., he took out the envelope he was given by Lythian and threw it at Severus.

"Well?" He enquired, his eyes devoid of any feeling.

"Well what headmaster? What is this you have thrown at me?' Barked the pallid potions master as he opened the letter he was "handed".

Sev looked at the seal of the letter and slightly smirked when he saw that it was from one of the Malfoy's.

"To Master Severus Snape." He read, not looking at the headmaster who was slightly getting redder with each word.

"I wish to extend an invitation to teach our son potions over the course of the Summer months. He is currently 6 years old and has enjoyed the basic potions we have taught. Whilst both of us were good

at potions, we wish for our son to have the best teaching, and my brother Lucius has recommended you dear cousin. " At this comment Albus Dumbledore got up and stalked out of the office not looking back at Severus.

Severus continued to read to himself "Now that the old fart has stormed out of the room, onto the real meat of the letter. Varian needs more training. We have taught him, as have you, but structured lessons are what we need. He will not be going to Hogwarts.

Thanking you in anticipation of your response

Lythian Malfoy

Dragon Crest Manor

p.s. Should this parchment have been opened prior to your receiving it, please notify me and the courier of this letter will be dealt with accordingly.

Severus re-read the letter with a slowly growing smirk on his face, summoned his eagle owl Hades he quickly wrote his reply to the Malfoy's, tied it to the bird's leg and told it to go to Dragon Crest Manor.

Dragon Crest Manor - Wiltshire

Breakfast was an informal affair at Dragon Crest, with Constance cooking for Lythian & Varian and father and son reading the magical cartoons in the Daily Prophet. When a tap at the window brought them to attention, there sitting on the window ledge was Hades waiting for someone to take his burden of him. Varian ran to the window and opened it and took the letter from the birds leg and ran back to his parents.

"Who is it from father?" asked the little boy who was staring at the letter as he sat back down and went back to looking at his comic strip of Martin the Mad Muggle.

"It is the reply from Severus." Lythian says to his family " He has accepted and will be joining us here next week.

"Did you hear that Varian, your Uncle Sev will be here to teach you more about potions and such. Won't that be great?" said Constance to her "son" as she ruffled his long hair.

Since taking the Adoption Charm Potion Varian looked like Lythian & Constance's natural son.

He had indeed changed since he came to live with them a little over two years ago. Gone was the wide eyed shy abused little boy and in his place was the new poster boy of the Malfoy Family.

He now had long ebony hair with a pronounced silver blond streaks in it. They appeared after he took the first sip of the potion. His hair was about to the middle of his back, he usually wore it out, but right now it was in a ponytail. His green eyes were as radiant as ever but had a sapphire blue ring around his iris. He also had his sight corrected thus not needing glasses anymore.

For a five year old he quite tall around 4'4" and was natural athlete excelling in quidditch as well as quadpot. The one thing that had set him apart from other members of the wizarding community, his infamous scar, was now gone as well. all taken away by the adoption potion.

"Mother stop messing my hair up will you?" Varian mock pouted as he tried to slip away from his mother as she tried to chase him. "I can't wait for Uncle Sev to arrive I really can't wait for him to show me how to make the wolfs bane potion."

"Whoa there little buddy, I doubt he will let you learn that for a while.'" Laughed his father.

"Uncle Sev owes me." Smirked Varian.

"Well my lad if we all didn't know you were Harry Potter, I could swear you were pure Malfoy" Praised Lythian, as he looked at his son with a big grin plastered on his face.

"I am not Harry Potter. I am Varian Marius Malfoy the First, Heir to the Potter household, Third Heir to the Malfoy household, Third Heir to the Black household, Fifth Heir to the Snape household, son of Lythian Rhane Malfoy, Head of the Potter household, Heir to the Malfoy household, Heir to the Black household, Third Heir to the Snape household, Second Tier Unspeakable, Lord of Dragons Crest, Lord of Godrics Hollow, Duke of Hogswarden and Shadow Lord, son of Emmanuel Johel Malfoy, son of Roden Fhar Malfoy the second, son of Michael Renald Malfoy, son of Roden Fhar Malfoy the first."

"Well my dear husband I do believe you regret teaching him his ancestry. There is a lot of the Black family in him, added to that the Adoptive potion and us raising him, are you surprised?" Laughed Constance as she hugged the two special men in her life.

"Can you two get a room please, some of us are trying to eat." Huffed Varian as he looked at his parents, who had progressed beyond hugging.

With this comment the entire kitchen of Dragon Crest manor burst into laughter.

After breakfast Lythian and Constance retired to Lythians' study to talk, while Varian went to meet his tutor. As they walked down the long corridor Lythian observed his wife. Lythian observed that Constances' steps were slow and measured and that her eyes lacked some of the fire that it used to. But the more Lythian studied her, the more he noticed something was out of place, thinking hard he followed the woman he loved.

Lost in his own thoughts, Lythian did not realize that they reached their destination until he bumped into Connie's back. She turned and looked at him with a raised eyebrow. Smiling sheepishly, Lythian covered his thoughts quickly by saying, "What? It has been at least a day since I had the pleasure of lusting over your body, do you think I would pass the opportunity now?" Connie gave her husband a knowing look, knowing of what Lythian was not sure, turned back and walked into the room, her rear held a greater sway than before.

Inside the office Lythian noticed how quiet his wife was and wondered what was plaguing her thoughts.

"What is wrong darling?" Cooed Lythian as he took his black haired beauty into his arms.

" Oh honey, I have to go to the house. I want to see if there is anything that we could pass on to Varian of James & Lily's." Sobbed Constance into her husbands hair. "I know he says he doesn't miss them, but I know he wants to know more."

"Do what you have to my dear, in the end, it's Varian we must look after and if there are bits of his previous life before those monsters took him then I am all for it." Soothed Lythian.

"Thank you, Lyth. That means a lot to me." Answered Constance as she rose from the chaise she was sitting on. "I will leave tonight and will return as soon as I can."

"Be swift my little sparrow." called Lythian as his wife left his office.

Godric's Hollow

Under the cover of darkness Constance sifted through the rubble and peered at ruins of a once majestic house; a house which hadn't been touched for 4 years, a house that everyone knew about but never set foot near.

The name on the letterbox said it all.

The Potter Family.

The young woman crossed the police barrier and through the wards, which had not been pulled down since that fateful night so long ago, and slowly walked up the front steps to where the door had once been and glanced in. She looked to the left hand side of the door and saw a brass name plaque that said 'Gryffindor House', the woman smiled to herself as she walked inside.

The house was so deathly silent as the woman poked and prodded through the rubble trying to find something, anything, that would benefit her son and make the long journey to Godric's Hollow worth it. The black hair on the back of her neck started to tingle she could feel the presence of another in the house, watching her every move. She put this feeling to the back of her mind as she continued her search. The house was in such a state that there was virtually nothing left worth salvaging.

There was one room left; their room tears welled in her eyes as she thought of them so young, so innocent so happy all of that gone in one night, a night she wished had not happened, drastically ripping apart her family, a family she did not know she had until the death of her mother.

Out of the corner of her eye she noticed lying under a broken mirror a bright blue book, she bent to pick it up, blowing off years of dust and dirt to read the words emblazoned on the front in fine gold letters. The Diary of Lily Evans Potter.

"Ah now this looks promising." thought the Constance

"I wouldn't touch that if I were you?" said a detached voice

The startled woman turned around and there looking at her from within a broken picture frame was a rather stern looking woman.

"I mean it, put the book back and leave this place," the picture bellowed

Regaining her composure Constance looked at the picture "And why should I???" she demanded.

"Because," the picture retorted

"Because why?" Constance cried getting slightly aggravated.

"Just because," the picture said snidely

"This is impossible. I am being threatened by a talking picture that talks in riddles. Now if you are finished can I take what I have come for and leave?" asked Constance as she turned to leave the room.

"Wait a minute, I know you don't I?" enquired the picture

"Well the real you did, I am your niece Constance, Philip & Cassiopeia's daughter and James Sister." Constance commented.

"So Aunt Pandora is there anything left worth salvaging for the boy?" she explained to the picture of Pandora Potter, her Aunt.

"Other than what you have in your hand, a few pictures scattered around the house of family members and that box over there, there is nothing left worth taking," Pandora told Constance.

Constance glanced over to an ornate Chinese lacquered box. It looks as if it had just been put there, as there was not an ounce of dust or decay anywhere on it. She picked it up and cast a spell on it shrinking it so she could put it into her pocket.

"So Pandora would you or any of our remaining painted family like to be saved from the ravages of time as well and come with me?" Constance asked the portrait

"Let me check with the rest of the family that are still able to traverse picture frames." She replied as she left her picture.

Mere minutes had passed when she returned with a small barrage of other painted family members.

"I have spoken to as many family members as I could and these are the only ones that wanted to leave our home," Pandora softly said, "knowing that they might be needed for the bigger picture."

Looking from left to right at the people currently residing in Pandora's broken ornate frame, Constance saw quite a hotch potch of generations. In order they were Hestia and Diana Potter, Pandora's twin sister in-laws, or was that Diana and Hestia, who can say, Oliver Potter, Pandora's Husband, and rounding out the motley crew was Severus Snape the first, Pandora's grand father.

"Wait for me, kind woman." Came a voice and there trying to fit into the frame much to everyone's annoyance was the first Potter ever to be painted – Maurice Potter. The woman looked at the strange looking man who was painted wearing rawhide boots and a buckskin jacket with the hereditary tussled hair only his was brown and well as cold steely blue eyes that sparkled with pain.

He was painted in 1779 just after his marriage to Claudia Snape, a distant cousin, and just before his mysterious disappearance. He was strange looking, since at the time of the sitting the look of the day, which was straight from Paris, was that of the white wigged pompadours, who tiptoed around in high heeled velvet slippers, pinched snuff and dabbed at their noses with embroidered handkerchiefs. He was different more rough and ready not like his peers of the time.

Constance shook herself out of her stupor and spoke to the assembled Potter family members.

"Well it is getting late and things have to be put into motion for you to do your stuff." Constance said as she took the portrait down from the wall.

Just like with the box she cast a spell on the picture and shrunk it so it was able to fit in a pocket of her robes.

Unheard by the woman Hestia asked her sister in-law who the woman was and Pandora said that she was the only person that could help the family, and bring forth the power Lilly Evans neglected. The last was whispered quietly.

"I hope you are all holding on as this is going to be a bumpy ride." With a flick of her wrist and a few choice words coming from the pictures current inhabitants they vanished, leaving the house permanently devoid of life.

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry, Severus Snapes Office.

Severus Snape, snarky potions master, sat at his desk thinking of the summer. Varian Malfoy was his second cousin, and was a down to earth child. Originally he had hated the boy, Harry Potter, until he met him. The boy looked nothing like his father, the bane of Severus' life. His interest in potions matched his own, and he would not be surprised if the boy managed to get his mastery before 13 years of age (Severus had received his in 6th year, at the age of 14, after starting Hogwarts 2 years early). The boy was six at the moment and could brew better than a lot of his 5th years.

Severus knew why too. Lucius was first born Malfoy, as such he never had to work for anything. He knew he would get ¾ of the Malfoy fortune. He was given everything by his father, much like his son Draco. Lythian worked for everything. As second son, so long as there were no other children, he received a quarter of the Malfoy fortune. If there was another child born, he would get half of that, an eighth, and so on and so forth. His wife knew the meaning of hard work too. The Potter patriarch had never worked a day in his life, yet was unwilling to pass the Potter fortune onto a female member of the family, so until she was married she worked for what she wanted. Both Lythian and Constance's fathers were death eaters. Both were abusive. Lucius never received abuse of course. He was first born. It was not uncommon however, for Severus to visit in the holidays and have to aid Lythian in the brewing of healing draughts because Lythian's arm was broken. Then Lythian would take half the potions to Constance.

Their fathers were so much like Severus' father. Severus was never saved like Lucius due to the lack of another punching bag. Yes, he could relate to Lythian, his favourite cousin.

Young Varian had been raised with love, yet was taught the meaning of hard work. That is how Severus liked children.

Albus Dumbledore's Office

Albus Dumbledore sat sulking in his office, when an official looking bird flew in and stood in front of him.

Duke of Hogswardens office

To Mister Albus B. P. W. Dumbledore.

This is an official notice of Probation. Should you step a single toe out side of the chartered headmaster job description during the next 15 months, the Duke of Hogswarden will invoke his right as Duke of the region, and evict you from the Duchy of Hogswarden.

Duke of Hogswarden
Member of Her Majesties court

Albus Dumbledore slammed his fist down on the desk in anger. He had lost again. He picked up the letter he was writing to Cornelius Fudge about Lythian Malfoy's guardianship, and threw it in the bin.