A/N - Alright, so my chapters keep getting weirder, or at least they are from my perspective. When I set this story out things just jelled better than they are fleshing out. I hope it is not distracting, next chapter will be action (which I am horrible at writing) but after that I hope to settle back down into flowing which at the moment it is refusing to do. I mean seriously it is like a dog on a leash that I am dragging along because it stopped walking.

I hope you all enjoy anyways.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter :(

P.S - I went back in last chapter and added timing, however all of the small parts in this chapter and the one before take place with in the same hour or so.

Undisclosed Location

Afternoon December 9th, 1983

"Order, Order!" Came the call from Hanna Rowle after allowing the group to simmer for a good twenty minutes. Sending sparks up from her wand she regained the attention of the remaining lords and ladies. "The session has not yet been ended so if you will all please retake your seats." The five remaining lords did just that placing their wands back in there

"Ms. Rowle we are but five of nine. Our session..." Lord Greengrass began.

"Was never officially ended." Lady Zabini said her voice soft and steady calling the attention of the room to her.

"Exactly, As Lady Zabini pointed out the meeting was called forth by Lord Black the oath sealed by Lord Yaxley. However it was never ended." Hanna explained.

"So we end it now. I Lord Greengrass,"

"Wait a moment Rowan, Our session does not yet have to be finished," Lord Algernon Diggory said raising his hand in Lord Greengrass's direction.

"By the Nine's order holding session without all present is treason," Lord Greengrass said his voice low as if begging his fellow lord to continue.

"Actually no, everyone has to be present to call a session not run a session." Charlie Weasley said his voice softer and a bit unsteady. In the previous sessions he had been taught the basis of the Nine's order.

"The boy is right Rowan. Sessions have historically run for days at a time in which deliberation would be held by smaller groups in which others rested or feasted, The session has been called for good reason." Lord Algernon Diggory said.

"It has been called for the plight of few." Lord Greengrass hissed.

"And that few is no longer present. Let us remove humanity from the equation..." Lord Flint said placing his hands on the round table before them ready to shed light on the issue.

"To remove humanity is to go against our oath to protect the society we govern." Lady Zabini offered again in her calm steady tone.

"Dimension travelers are not part of that society," Lord Greengrass yelled.

"The boy was accepted by his family in this dimension. He in of himself is no more harm to us than any child..." Lord Diggory began.

"Gaviner Kinnimonth almost terminated more than half our population." Lord Flint reminded.

"Not everyone is a Gaviner Kinnimonth." Arthur Weasley sighed having heard the argument multiple times.

"Hold your tongue blood traitor." Lord Greengrass barked and the room erupted. Lord Algernon Diggory pushing himself from his seat to yell at the bigotedness of Lord Rowan Greengrass spit coating the table as the two elder gentlemen went head to head.

"GENTLEMAN!" Lady Zabini practically yelled as she stood from her seat and wandlessly sent her own sparks between the two. "I believed us to be more civilized than this, more proper. I think we all can agree that we know little on dimension travel." She said a flutter of agrees went across the room.

"I also think we all can find common ground on the fact that no matter our feeling on our new visitor he poses no immediate threat to our society in the way that Kinnimonth did." The agrees followed this sentiment as well.

"Our ancestors in their fear created a blanket law, one that was unfortunately flawed. Due to never having to revisit the law it went under our noses for far too long."

"We can not just repeal the law." Lord Greengrass said in defense of his position.

"and we can not keep it as is." Lady Zabini countered.

Minister's Office, Ministry of Magic

Afternoon December 9th, 1983

"Cornelius this is a new level of idiocy for this administration. We have a child missing and you are wasting time interrogating our best bet at finding him." Madam Bones was usually not as hysteric as she was at the moment, especially when talking to Minister Fudge but due to recent events she was quite livid at the man.

"Madam Bones, you were there the day Sirius fought for the boy to stay in our world, you sat at the nine meeting earlier today. The motive could not be clearer…." Dumbledore began leaning back in his chair with an old grandfatherly grin that was becoming harder and harder for Madam Bones to trust.

"What motive, a father who wants to save his son? Is that the damned motive?" The woman said turning on him. Her posture aggressive and hand twitching ever so slightly as if ready to pull her wand. Auror captain Rufus Scrimgeour stood and placed himself in-between the two.

"Madam Bones," Dolores Umbridge called from where she stood in the left back corner of the room watching the proceedings. Her obnoxious clothing making Amelia revert her eyes to a point slightly above the pink clad womans head.

"Minister may I speak,"

"Of course, of course," The minister said as if surprised he was being spoken to instead of at. (Not that it was very surprising the people he had in his office were much more assertive than he ever would be). Rufus moved to lay a friendly hand on his bosses' shoulder informing her of their common goal and nodding at her to take a seat. After all her approach was getting nowhere.

"Both Auror's Potter and Black fight hard against the men who do this," He reminded everyone as a beginning to his appeal. He however did not get a chance to continue as Dumbledore spoke up.

"Meaning they would know best how to copy it,"

"Take care how you speak Headmaster, blaspheming a high ranking Auror is still seen as public offence against the ministry Chief Warlock or not, and you are on your way to not one but two cases of that. My point Minster is that I know my Aurors and they have fought hard against this since it began. I am certain this is not something that they would pull. I agree with Madam Bones we are wasting time."

"Even if they were desperate…"

"They weren't. The chances of a nine vote in their favor are high. I have talked to both about this specific case off record and know for a fact that neither Lord Black nor Lord Potter have reached that level of desperation. This is not an act of Aurors. This is an act of the remaining Death Eaters." Madam Bones said and Dumbledore took in the room seeing the contemplation on the Minister's face and the resign on Delores's he frowned, the boy could not be allowed to stay and as such he needed Potter and Black held up with other things as he insured the boy was returned back to his own world once the Auror's captured him.

"I fear the worse then." He said.

"Albus," the minister asked turning to face the grandfatherly head master.

"I believed the Nine to have more insight, to protect the Wizarding world, and to stop this before he became public. If not for the Nine the boy would already be back in his own realm now far from us and unable to wrought destruction."

"Not this again, he is a little boy." Madam Bones said her voice exasperated and tired as she prepared to duke out the same fight again.

"He is not but a vessel, a vessel for an evil that would destroy us."

"Albus,"

"The scar is the mark of a horcrux. Lord Voldemort," he said ignoring the shudder that went through three of the rooms inhabitants, "learned of them in his youth and after gaining power made four horcruxes, the order made sure four of them were destroyed and I saw it done by my own hand," he whispered seeing their faces fall. "There was a prophecy made of the one who could defeat the dark lord, born to those who thrice defied him and born as the seventh month died. He would have a power the dark lord knows not. Two boys fit the description, Neville Longbottom and…"

"Harry Potter, Dumbledore why are we only hearing of this now," Scaremonger said turning toward the other man.

"Because by the time I received it I believed it to already have been fulfilled. Therefore it was unnecessary information and I did not want to alarm you for no reason. I do not know what happened in the other world but that Harry somehow survived as did the horcrux in his head. If the enemy really does have hold of the boy I am afraid that we are too late, and not only are we too late to save him but too late to save ourselves."

Riddle Manner

Afternoon December 9, 1982

Severus Tobias Snape was was a man who was attempting to atone for his sins against his best friend. He was remaking himself and waiting for the day he could beg for his friend's forgiveness and be proud of the man he was when he stood before her. All of his actions where done with that goal in mind. Including his continuation of spying on the remaining Death Eaters for the man he used to (and still often) believes is no more than an old senile coot. It was for his redemption that he muddied himself in the filth of blood purism and had his hand forced to perform acts that made him sick seconds after apperating home, all for the chance some usable information would spike that he would be able to tell the coot.

Some days he believed himself to have done enough. Those days he would sit on a park bench located at the park three blocks down from her home and watch the face of her house though the space created by the streets before her. It was then he would lose his resolve. The coot knew of these visits and would often tell Severus to stop them explaining that "She is not who she once was. Loss changes people my boy." He said this in a tone that lent itself to the belief that Severus cared of the state his best friend was in. He did not, he knew she would not be the same red headed ten year old who first accepted him as a child. Nor would she be the eleven year old who went against millennium's worth of tradition by keeping their friendship after the sorting. She would not be the fifteen year old who looked on him with such pain after that cursed word slipped from his lips. She would not be the angel that he had watched walk down the aisle from the shadow of the church. He however was not the same man as he was in those times either.

Despite not knowing of the cause Severus was still highly intelligent and knew of the problems surrounding his estranged friend as of late. He also knew of the coots hand in his friends problem, he however never guessed what it was. Every unimprisoned death eater stood in the great room of their long dead master's house. Only the most loyal (or crazy matters your perspective) stood in full garb complete with the mask and the cloak. All were gathered for a special occasion, not that they knew what it was just yet. As always with the large meetings one of the inner circle would bring forth a captured muggleborn for entertainment. The child differed every time and despite the sickness that settled into his stomach Severus was almost completely powerless. His only option would be to try and out hex the remaining death eaters gab the child and apparate to the ministry all the while hoping that he would not be blamed for the childs capture in the first place. He had told Dumbledore of the children, begged him to take action but the coot always seemed to have some excuse prepared.

The child brought up today was a boy, he looked quite young but considering the baggy clothes and malnourished body it was hard to tell exact age. As the group moved in on the child wands at the ready Severus stayed in his darkened corner.

"You never have enjoyed their games."

'I find no pleasure in attacking the weak and helpless.' He thought mentally as he turned to his blonde colleague with a snarl set in his face. "To each their own Lucius,"

"Yes, Yes, of course. It is no matter, I have need for you anyways. Our lord shall be returned to us by dawn break Severus," He said turning with a flurry of his robes. Severus stopped short his heart battering against his rib cage so hard he knew it had to have broken at least one.

"H...hho" he swallowed to rid himself of the ridiculous reappearance of sutter he suffered on occasion as a young child. "How,"

"Yaxley's brother got word of a Horcrux embedded in child that was being held in St. Mungo's. We already extracted the Horcrux. Your help however would be greatly appreciated with the creation of the regeneration potion."

A/N - And Snape ended up comming across really creepy and stalkery and hopefully sympathetic which was the point. As I said these chapters are just ending up oddly. I hope you all enjoyed it however. Please Review.

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