A/N: Friday night, and what am I doing? Updating! Hahahaha. Hope you
all enjoy! ~Sylvia
"How did you like Nicole?" Mr. Davidson asked as Liam returned to work on Monday.
"She and I had a very nice time in London. She led me through countless shops and I held her packages for her." Liam told him, hanging up his coat. "After that, she told me that all of her relatives have been trying to marry her off to an obscene number of 'nice young men', and thank goodness I'm 'not one of those'." Liam said truthfully.
"Ah, so nothing happened?" Davidson asked.
"Nothing either way, sir." He answered. Davidson chuckled at Liam's expression.
"I'll tell Gloria to leave you alone, after you had to put up with Nicole." Liam fell on his knees.
"Thank you, sir. I'll do anything you say, sir, if you could just make that happen." Davidson chuckled and pulled the young man to his feet.
"You're a good man, Liam. A good man. I have several errands for you today. Make sure you take the car. I know you said that you like walking everywhere, but I do need you back before regular business hours." Liam nodded and took the small list.
"I'll be back as soon as I can, sir." He said, retrieving his coat and leaving the office. First, he had to stop by the police station to see if they had found any news of a "Harry Potter", and then to the post office to pick up a package, and finally the furniture store to place an order that would not go through online. He arrived back at the office an hour later to find Professor Snape standing in the foyer.
"Hello, Professor Snape." Liam said as he came in. Snape turned and smiled at the young man.
"Hello, Liam. Out and about already?" Liam nodded and set the package down on his desk.
"What can I do for you, sir?" he asked.
"I need to see Mr. Davidson at his earliest convenience. It pertains to my son. I have something very important to tell the both of you." Liam looked up. What could Snape want to say to the both of them? Why did he have to be involved in this? The feeling of wanting to run came over him again. He pushed it away and tried to look interested in what Snape had to say.
"Did you find him?" he asked. Snape shook his head.
"No, I did not. But the things I have to tell you may clear up some things and assist in locating him." Liam nodded slowly, smile dying from his face as he hung up his coat and entered the office, to tell his employer of Snape's presence. He had a feeling that he knew exactly what Snape wanted to say that would assist in looking for Harry Potter. He felt sure that he knew almost exactly what Snape wanted to say. Liam cursed every wizard he knew in his mind and closed the door to Davidson's office.
"If you would follow me, sir." Liam said, when he returned, again taking Snape to the sitting room that had been used just five days before for their meeting. A fresh tea tray appeared again, as well as Liam with his notebook. Davidson came in just a few minutes later, to find Snape and Liam engaged in conversation about novelists.
"Hello, Professor Snape." Davidson said as he entered and sat down. "Liam tells me that you have some news regarding the search for your son." Snape nodded and stood. He went over to the door and locked it, pulling out a long stick and waving it, muttering some words.
Liam jumped as he saw the wand. Snape was breaking any number of Secrecy of Magic from Muggle Laws, so many that Liam could not remember the correct number. He stared at Snape as the man finished off the spells for silencing and privacy.
"Professor Snape, my apologies, but what the hell are you doing?" Davidson demanded.
"I warded this room to make sure that no one but the three of us will see or hear anything I am about to do or say." He resumed his seat. "The world as you know it is not the entire world." Snape said, starting in on the explanation that Dumbledore allowed him. "You remember the stories of your youth, with Merlin the wizard?" Davidson nodded, while Liam continued to watch. He was actually doing it, he was actually going to reveal the presence of wizards in the world. Liam wondered if the Ministry would find out and come here. He hoped not. He hated the ministry. "Well, not only was Merlin a real person, he was also a real wizard. There are communities of wizards all over the world, including a large one right here in England."
"Wizards?" Davidson asked. Snape nodded. "Proof." Snape sighed and raised his wand.
"Wingardium Leviosa." He said, pointing at the tea tray. It lifted into the air and hovered there until Snape put it back down. "The rest of the world, the non-magic world, are referred to as Muggles, or non-magic folk. Relations between these two groups always break down into theoretical at best, both sides afraid that any relationship between the two worlds would never work out. Therefore, the magical community thought it best to keep itself secret from the rest of the world, to avoid fear and prejudice from others. A coward's approach, if you want to hear my views." Snape gestured to some new parchment as he took it out of his pocket.
"My son, Harry," Liam clenched his jaw. "Is a wizard. A damned powerful one too. The man who had tried to kill him so many times was also a wizard, known as Voldemort. Voldemort, like so many others in the past, thirsted for power and got it from the support he received from wizards who are afraid of Muggles. Because Harry's mother and father stood up to him, he had them killed, and tried to kill my son. The scar on his forehead is from the curse he used. The curse bounced off Harry and went to him, but instead of killing him, forced him into hiding. He was extremely weak and had to live off others, like a parasite, until he used my son's own blood to bring him back. The two were tied together from that blood. The one thing that Voldemort forgot was that blood taken forcefully from another wizard can also be used against him." Liam fought back a shudder as he remembered how that blood had been used against his old enemy. He returned his attention to Snape, wondering how long he could last in the same room with him before he would say something.
"Had it been anyone else who killed Voldemort, both Voldemort and Harry would have died. Harry, however, was the only one who could kill Voldemort, and he succeeded. Although blood helped to protect my son, it also spelled Voldemort's downfall. Harry was alive, but none of us knew it. We had thought that Harry had been destroyed upon Voldemort's death." Liam hid his smirk. That was what he had wanted them to think. He almost smiled because he had succeeded.
"Harry's mother had put a spell on some letters to be delivered right before Harry's twenty-first birthday. These letters are the ones I keep showing you. I received another a few days ago, telling me about the spells she and James put on Harry when he was born." Liam looked up from his notes. A spell put on a baby? Why? "These spells made all of Harry's traits from his father be masked by that of his adoptive father's. In other words, they wanted no question that Harry was in fact James' son. Because of these spells, Harry will begin to see small changes in his appearance, and feel some pain. How much, I do not know, for these spells are individualistic. They are different for everyone. This should help in locating him, for he will seek medical attention when this starts to happen." Snape sat back, looking at both men. Oh, he was so NOT going to seek any kind of medical attention over whatever changes that Snape was babbling about.
"You and your son can both do magic?" Davidson asked. Snape nodded. "The real kind, without smoke and mirrors, slight of hand, all that?" Snape nodded again. "Why would your son run away from a life like that?"
Liam kept his head down while Snape (he refused to call that man his father) and Davidson discussed the reasons that Harry would have disappeared. Liam took notes mechanically. Snape was telling Davidson about Hogwarts now. Liam itched to leave the room. If he had to sit here for another few minutes, listening to the traits of the founders of Hogwarts, he would go off his nut. In the end, whose house you were sorted into made no difference. It was much like a prophecy. No matter what it really said, it was up to you to do what you needed to do, never mind the consequences. Liam prayed for the phone to ring, the door to open, anything that would require him to leave the room. His head snapped up at the sound of his name. "Liam?" Snape and Davidson were both looking at him.
"You were in another world, there, son." Davidson said.
"I'm sorry, sir. This is all just a little much to take in." He said, trying to smile reassuringly. Snape nodded, understanding his state of mind.
"I'm told that Harry was extremely confused when Hagrid, our gamekeeper, told him about being a wizard. I imagine it must be even harder for two non-magical beings such as yourselves to believe in a world you have never seen." Liam nodded in agreement.
"What is it that you wanted, sir?" Liam asked Davidson.
"I was just asking if you were okay. You looked pale for just a moment, almost like you were going to pass out." Liam shook his head.
"I'm fine, sir." He said, turning to a new page in his notebook. "I just have a headache coming on, that's all." Davidson nodded and suggested that Liam run down to the store and pick up some pain reliever as soon as the meeting was over. Snape dug into one of his pockets and handed Liam a vial. "What's that?" he asked.
"A pain reliever." Snape said. "I am Potions master at Hogwarts and am used to making potions for those pesky little first years who don't know how to fly on their brooms." Davidson chuckled, while Liam eyed it. "I am not going to poison you, if that's what you're worried about." Liam looked at Davidson, who nodded. Liam took the vial.
"Thank you, sir." He said quietly, almost hesitant to use it. When Snape started glaring, Liam opened it and up ended the vial. He made a face at the taste. That had not been improved at all. "Yuck." He said simply, reaching for his teacup. Snape's hand stopped him.
"That will dilute the effects. Wait a few minutes." Liam glared off into space while Davidson chuckled.
"You'll have to forgive him, Professor Snape. Liam doesn't trust anyone easily, and I imagine that he is deciding whether or not you actually did poison him." Snape laughed with Davidson while Liam glared at Davidson. "Come now, Liam, it can't be that bad." Davidson told his secretary, trying to cheer him up.
"Tasted awful. Sour but not sour, and almost like metal. Bleech." Snape chuckled a little.
"If you were magical Liam, I would say that you would be very good at Potions. It used vinegar and was brewed in a pewter cauldron. Common taste for pain relieving potions." Snape smiled at the young man. "You may drink something now." Liam reached for his teacup, but stopped halfway there. "What is it?"
Liam shrugged. "The taste is gone now." He told him, and he scrunched up his forehead. "As well as the pain. Thank you, Professor." Snape stared.
"I really didn't expect it to work on a Muggle. Interesting. And the taste is gone. Hmm." Davidson looked at Snape's face, which held a happy little smile.
"What is it?" he asked, wanting to know what had caused Snape so much to think about.
"Well, while it is not uncommon for potions to work for Muggles, we have had varied results. Sometimes it only works halfway, if at all. The fact that it did exactly what it was supposed to do, and the aftertaste disappearing, well, that is unheard of." Snape looked Liam up and down. "You wouldn't happen to have magical relatives, would you?" Liam shrugged.
"I wouldn't know, sir. I grew up in an orphanage. I never knew my family." Snape nodded.
"Common occurrence. We could perform a small test to see how much magic you could possibly possess." Liam shook his head.
"I don't think I have any, sir. I could just be a fluke." Snape nodded and turned back to Davidson. "Well, one of the main reasons I came to see you is a picture that Lily sent me. It is a picture of what Harry will look like by his twenty-first birthday. Ideally, I would like to know where he is before that day, so that I can help him through the transition. Albus, the headmaster, and I, fear that he will become panicked when he starts to see unexplainable changes. Of course, it may also be very painful for him. We're not exactly sure." Snape finished. Davidson passed the parchment to Liam, who made a quick sketch of it for their notes. He stared at it after he was done. This is what he was supposed to look like? It looked like a younger version of Snape with green eyes. And a lightening bolt scar. Liam put his hand up to his own scar, tracing it from the lightening bolt shape clear down to his chin. He wondered what the picture would look like with that scar on it. He handed the parchment back to Snape, who folded it and put it back in his pocket without looking at it.
Snape and Davidson talked for a few more minutes, with Snape promising some reading material into the magical world for both of them before leaving. Liam returned to his desk as Davidson saw him out. "A copy of your notes for me as usual, Liam. How's your head?" Liam smiled.
"It's fine, sir. I'll have to get that recipe from the Professor, if it is that fast acting all of the time." Davidson laughed and put a hand on Liam shoulder.
"If you ever need to talk, Liam, I like to take care of those who work for me." Liam smiled again.
"Talk about what, sir?" Liam asked innocently. Davidson laughed at Liam stoic attitude and went back to his office. Liam would come to him if he really needed help. He was sure on that.
Snape was in his office, foregoing the usual crush that was the last day of school. He had two months to find his son. Two months until the changes were complete. He sighed and paced again. Nothing turned up with either side, Muggle or magical. He was growing frustrated. His son was out there somewhere, and he was sitting here doing nothing! He growled to the room and turned again, pacing in the other direction. "I take it that there has been no news?" Dumbledore said as he came in.
"None, whatsoever Albus." Snape growled. Albus laughed at Snape's expression and came into the room properly. "What are you laughing at?" He demanded.
"Just your reaction to your inability to find Harry Potter, a boy you extremely disliked until his sixth year." Snape glared at him. "I was just wondering what was going to happen when you and he have your first argument. Glaring or screaming?" Snape smiled at the headmaster.
"That's if he just doesn't hex me and get it over with." Snape told him.
"He can't do that. The Ministry would be alerted to any unregistered magic and swoop down on him faster than they would a psychotic house elf." Dumbledore told him.
"Can house elves go psychotic?" Snape asked. Dumbledore shrugged and then laughed.
"Could you imagine the state of the rooms?" Dumbledore said. "One impeccable, the other an extreme mess." Both men laughed at the idea. A crazed house elf running about cleaning things and ignoring others. Dumbledore looked over to the desk and saw the three common parchments that Severus had out almost everyday. "Severus, one of your parchments is glowing." He told the man. Severus jumped up and turned over the parchment.
"Liam!" Snape said in surprise.
"Liam?" Dumbledore asked.
"Yes, Liam. Davidson's secretary. He's here on this parchment. I haven't looked at this since I showed it to them. What could it mean, Albus?" he asked. Dumbledore looked at the parchment. A lightening bolt scar was glowing on the forehead, the rest of the scar easily masking it.
"Liam is Harry. His scar has given him away yet again, Severus." Severus looked down at the parchment and then back up. "Your son is found. And I believe that he will need your and Madame Pomfrey's help." Snape folded the parchment and put it inside his robes while Albus called Pomfrey to the dungeons. The nurse stepped through the fireplace with as much dignity as she could muster.
"What is it, Headmaster?" She asked.
"Poppy, we found Harry Potter. We may need your services. If you would accompany Severus, he will be off to help Harry." Severus gathered several potions and stored them in his robes and finally motioned towards the fireplace.
"Davidson!" Snape shouted. He and Pomfrey spun through many fireplaces, reaching a scene of pandemonium in the private office of Davidson.
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"How did you like Nicole?" Mr. Davidson asked as Liam returned to work on Monday.
"She and I had a very nice time in London. She led me through countless shops and I held her packages for her." Liam told him, hanging up his coat. "After that, she told me that all of her relatives have been trying to marry her off to an obscene number of 'nice young men', and thank goodness I'm 'not one of those'." Liam said truthfully.
"Ah, so nothing happened?" Davidson asked.
"Nothing either way, sir." He answered. Davidson chuckled at Liam's expression.
"I'll tell Gloria to leave you alone, after you had to put up with Nicole." Liam fell on his knees.
"Thank you, sir. I'll do anything you say, sir, if you could just make that happen." Davidson chuckled and pulled the young man to his feet.
"You're a good man, Liam. A good man. I have several errands for you today. Make sure you take the car. I know you said that you like walking everywhere, but I do need you back before regular business hours." Liam nodded and took the small list.
"I'll be back as soon as I can, sir." He said, retrieving his coat and leaving the office. First, he had to stop by the police station to see if they had found any news of a "Harry Potter", and then to the post office to pick up a package, and finally the furniture store to place an order that would not go through online. He arrived back at the office an hour later to find Professor Snape standing in the foyer.
"Hello, Professor Snape." Liam said as he came in. Snape turned and smiled at the young man.
"Hello, Liam. Out and about already?" Liam nodded and set the package down on his desk.
"What can I do for you, sir?" he asked.
"I need to see Mr. Davidson at his earliest convenience. It pertains to my son. I have something very important to tell the both of you." Liam looked up. What could Snape want to say to the both of them? Why did he have to be involved in this? The feeling of wanting to run came over him again. He pushed it away and tried to look interested in what Snape had to say.
"Did you find him?" he asked. Snape shook his head.
"No, I did not. But the things I have to tell you may clear up some things and assist in locating him." Liam nodded slowly, smile dying from his face as he hung up his coat and entered the office, to tell his employer of Snape's presence. He had a feeling that he knew exactly what Snape wanted to say that would assist in looking for Harry Potter. He felt sure that he knew almost exactly what Snape wanted to say. Liam cursed every wizard he knew in his mind and closed the door to Davidson's office.
"If you would follow me, sir." Liam said, when he returned, again taking Snape to the sitting room that had been used just five days before for their meeting. A fresh tea tray appeared again, as well as Liam with his notebook. Davidson came in just a few minutes later, to find Snape and Liam engaged in conversation about novelists.
"Hello, Professor Snape." Davidson said as he entered and sat down. "Liam tells me that you have some news regarding the search for your son." Snape nodded and stood. He went over to the door and locked it, pulling out a long stick and waving it, muttering some words.
Liam jumped as he saw the wand. Snape was breaking any number of Secrecy of Magic from Muggle Laws, so many that Liam could not remember the correct number. He stared at Snape as the man finished off the spells for silencing and privacy.
"Professor Snape, my apologies, but what the hell are you doing?" Davidson demanded.
"I warded this room to make sure that no one but the three of us will see or hear anything I am about to do or say." He resumed his seat. "The world as you know it is not the entire world." Snape said, starting in on the explanation that Dumbledore allowed him. "You remember the stories of your youth, with Merlin the wizard?" Davidson nodded, while Liam continued to watch. He was actually doing it, he was actually going to reveal the presence of wizards in the world. Liam wondered if the Ministry would find out and come here. He hoped not. He hated the ministry. "Well, not only was Merlin a real person, he was also a real wizard. There are communities of wizards all over the world, including a large one right here in England."
"Wizards?" Davidson asked. Snape nodded. "Proof." Snape sighed and raised his wand.
"Wingardium Leviosa." He said, pointing at the tea tray. It lifted into the air and hovered there until Snape put it back down. "The rest of the world, the non-magic world, are referred to as Muggles, or non-magic folk. Relations between these two groups always break down into theoretical at best, both sides afraid that any relationship between the two worlds would never work out. Therefore, the magical community thought it best to keep itself secret from the rest of the world, to avoid fear and prejudice from others. A coward's approach, if you want to hear my views." Snape gestured to some new parchment as he took it out of his pocket.
"My son, Harry," Liam clenched his jaw. "Is a wizard. A damned powerful one too. The man who had tried to kill him so many times was also a wizard, known as Voldemort. Voldemort, like so many others in the past, thirsted for power and got it from the support he received from wizards who are afraid of Muggles. Because Harry's mother and father stood up to him, he had them killed, and tried to kill my son. The scar on his forehead is from the curse he used. The curse bounced off Harry and went to him, but instead of killing him, forced him into hiding. He was extremely weak and had to live off others, like a parasite, until he used my son's own blood to bring him back. The two were tied together from that blood. The one thing that Voldemort forgot was that blood taken forcefully from another wizard can also be used against him." Liam fought back a shudder as he remembered how that blood had been used against his old enemy. He returned his attention to Snape, wondering how long he could last in the same room with him before he would say something.
"Had it been anyone else who killed Voldemort, both Voldemort and Harry would have died. Harry, however, was the only one who could kill Voldemort, and he succeeded. Although blood helped to protect my son, it also spelled Voldemort's downfall. Harry was alive, but none of us knew it. We had thought that Harry had been destroyed upon Voldemort's death." Liam hid his smirk. That was what he had wanted them to think. He almost smiled because he had succeeded.
"Harry's mother had put a spell on some letters to be delivered right before Harry's twenty-first birthday. These letters are the ones I keep showing you. I received another a few days ago, telling me about the spells she and James put on Harry when he was born." Liam looked up from his notes. A spell put on a baby? Why? "These spells made all of Harry's traits from his father be masked by that of his adoptive father's. In other words, they wanted no question that Harry was in fact James' son. Because of these spells, Harry will begin to see small changes in his appearance, and feel some pain. How much, I do not know, for these spells are individualistic. They are different for everyone. This should help in locating him, for he will seek medical attention when this starts to happen." Snape sat back, looking at both men. Oh, he was so NOT going to seek any kind of medical attention over whatever changes that Snape was babbling about.
"You and your son can both do magic?" Davidson asked. Snape nodded. "The real kind, without smoke and mirrors, slight of hand, all that?" Snape nodded again. "Why would your son run away from a life like that?"
Liam kept his head down while Snape (he refused to call that man his father) and Davidson discussed the reasons that Harry would have disappeared. Liam took notes mechanically. Snape was telling Davidson about Hogwarts now. Liam itched to leave the room. If he had to sit here for another few minutes, listening to the traits of the founders of Hogwarts, he would go off his nut. In the end, whose house you were sorted into made no difference. It was much like a prophecy. No matter what it really said, it was up to you to do what you needed to do, never mind the consequences. Liam prayed for the phone to ring, the door to open, anything that would require him to leave the room. His head snapped up at the sound of his name. "Liam?" Snape and Davidson were both looking at him.
"You were in another world, there, son." Davidson said.
"I'm sorry, sir. This is all just a little much to take in." He said, trying to smile reassuringly. Snape nodded, understanding his state of mind.
"I'm told that Harry was extremely confused when Hagrid, our gamekeeper, told him about being a wizard. I imagine it must be even harder for two non-magical beings such as yourselves to believe in a world you have never seen." Liam nodded in agreement.
"What is it that you wanted, sir?" Liam asked Davidson.
"I was just asking if you were okay. You looked pale for just a moment, almost like you were going to pass out." Liam shook his head.
"I'm fine, sir." He said, turning to a new page in his notebook. "I just have a headache coming on, that's all." Davidson nodded and suggested that Liam run down to the store and pick up some pain reliever as soon as the meeting was over. Snape dug into one of his pockets and handed Liam a vial. "What's that?" he asked.
"A pain reliever." Snape said. "I am Potions master at Hogwarts and am used to making potions for those pesky little first years who don't know how to fly on their brooms." Davidson chuckled, while Liam eyed it. "I am not going to poison you, if that's what you're worried about." Liam looked at Davidson, who nodded. Liam took the vial.
"Thank you, sir." He said quietly, almost hesitant to use it. When Snape started glaring, Liam opened it and up ended the vial. He made a face at the taste. That had not been improved at all. "Yuck." He said simply, reaching for his teacup. Snape's hand stopped him.
"That will dilute the effects. Wait a few minutes." Liam glared off into space while Davidson chuckled.
"You'll have to forgive him, Professor Snape. Liam doesn't trust anyone easily, and I imagine that he is deciding whether or not you actually did poison him." Snape laughed with Davidson while Liam glared at Davidson. "Come now, Liam, it can't be that bad." Davidson told his secretary, trying to cheer him up.
"Tasted awful. Sour but not sour, and almost like metal. Bleech." Snape chuckled a little.
"If you were magical Liam, I would say that you would be very good at Potions. It used vinegar and was brewed in a pewter cauldron. Common taste for pain relieving potions." Snape smiled at the young man. "You may drink something now." Liam reached for his teacup, but stopped halfway there. "What is it?"
Liam shrugged. "The taste is gone now." He told him, and he scrunched up his forehead. "As well as the pain. Thank you, Professor." Snape stared.
"I really didn't expect it to work on a Muggle. Interesting. And the taste is gone. Hmm." Davidson looked at Snape's face, which held a happy little smile.
"What is it?" he asked, wanting to know what had caused Snape so much to think about.
"Well, while it is not uncommon for potions to work for Muggles, we have had varied results. Sometimes it only works halfway, if at all. The fact that it did exactly what it was supposed to do, and the aftertaste disappearing, well, that is unheard of." Snape looked Liam up and down. "You wouldn't happen to have magical relatives, would you?" Liam shrugged.
"I wouldn't know, sir. I grew up in an orphanage. I never knew my family." Snape nodded.
"Common occurrence. We could perform a small test to see how much magic you could possibly possess." Liam shook his head.
"I don't think I have any, sir. I could just be a fluke." Snape nodded and turned back to Davidson. "Well, one of the main reasons I came to see you is a picture that Lily sent me. It is a picture of what Harry will look like by his twenty-first birthday. Ideally, I would like to know where he is before that day, so that I can help him through the transition. Albus, the headmaster, and I, fear that he will become panicked when he starts to see unexplainable changes. Of course, it may also be very painful for him. We're not exactly sure." Snape finished. Davidson passed the parchment to Liam, who made a quick sketch of it for their notes. He stared at it after he was done. This is what he was supposed to look like? It looked like a younger version of Snape with green eyes. And a lightening bolt scar. Liam put his hand up to his own scar, tracing it from the lightening bolt shape clear down to his chin. He wondered what the picture would look like with that scar on it. He handed the parchment back to Snape, who folded it and put it back in his pocket without looking at it.
Snape and Davidson talked for a few more minutes, with Snape promising some reading material into the magical world for both of them before leaving. Liam returned to his desk as Davidson saw him out. "A copy of your notes for me as usual, Liam. How's your head?" Liam smiled.
"It's fine, sir. I'll have to get that recipe from the Professor, if it is that fast acting all of the time." Davidson laughed and put a hand on Liam shoulder.
"If you ever need to talk, Liam, I like to take care of those who work for me." Liam smiled again.
"Talk about what, sir?" Liam asked innocently. Davidson laughed at Liam stoic attitude and went back to his office. Liam would come to him if he really needed help. He was sure on that.
Snape was in his office, foregoing the usual crush that was the last day of school. He had two months to find his son. Two months until the changes were complete. He sighed and paced again. Nothing turned up with either side, Muggle or magical. He was growing frustrated. His son was out there somewhere, and he was sitting here doing nothing! He growled to the room and turned again, pacing in the other direction. "I take it that there has been no news?" Dumbledore said as he came in.
"None, whatsoever Albus." Snape growled. Albus laughed at Snape's expression and came into the room properly. "What are you laughing at?" He demanded.
"Just your reaction to your inability to find Harry Potter, a boy you extremely disliked until his sixth year." Snape glared at him. "I was just wondering what was going to happen when you and he have your first argument. Glaring or screaming?" Snape smiled at the headmaster.
"That's if he just doesn't hex me and get it over with." Snape told him.
"He can't do that. The Ministry would be alerted to any unregistered magic and swoop down on him faster than they would a psychotic house elf." Dumbledore told him.
"Can house elves go psychotic?" Snape asked. Dumbledore shrugged and then laughed.
"Could you imagine the state of the rooms?" Dumbledore said. "One impeccable, the other an extreme mess." Both men laughed at the idea. A crazed house elf running about cleaning things and ignoring others. Dumbledore looked over to the desk and saw the three common parchments that Severus had out almost everyday. "Severus, one of your parchments is glowing." He told the man. Severus jumped up and turned over the parchment.
"Liam!" Snape said in surprise.
"Liam?" Dumbledore asked.
"Yes, Liam. Davidson's secretary. He's here on this parchment. I haven't looked at this since I showed it to them. What could it mean, Albus?" he asked. Dumbledore looked at the parchment. A lightening bolt scar was glowing on the forehead, the rest of the scar easily masking it.
"Liam is Harry. His scar has given him away yet again, Severus." Severus looked down at the parchment and then back up. "Your son is found. And I believe that he will need your and Madame Pomfrey's help." Snape folded the parchment and put it inside his robes while Albus called Pomfrey to the dungeons. The nurse stepped through the fireplace with as much dignity as she could muster.
"What is it, Headmaster?" She asked.
"Poppy, we found Harry Potter. We may need your services. If you would accompany Severus, he will be off to help Harry." Severus gathered several potions and stored them in his robes and finally motioned towards the fireplace.
"Davidson!" Snape shouted. He and Pomfrey spun through many fireplaces, reaching a scene of pandemonium in the private office of Davidson.
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