Remembrance and Renewal by Avatar Arkmage and Nigel
Tatsuya
Chapter Thirty-Two: Threshold of Time
"I believe I should be returning to Hogwarts now." the de-aged headmaster stated. "Being a child, while delightful, is fatiguing. I fear I must have a nap before I collapse where I stand."
"I think I'll have to go home as well, even though it is still early in the day." YiChung concurred, closing his chestnut brown eyes as Rastus set about arranging his damp long hair into an elaborate topknot. "Thank you for your hospitality Severus, Harry and Rastus. I think Albus and I have learned our lessons, and will leave youth to the young, for I am quite sleepy as well."
"Neither of you are in suitable condition to travel anywhere." Severus declared, patting Harry on the back of the head as the youth leaned against Severus' hip. "I advise you to rest here at Snape Manor, there is ample space. And surely you are not expected back at your homes until later this evening. Besides, I believe your families would welcome the respite from your mischief."
Rastus's amber eyes brightened at that. He often did chores and other mundane tasks within Snape Manor and around the grounds twice or thrice for lack of humans to serve. Now he had three children and kind Master Severus to serve, which filled the elf's heart with unbridled joy.
"Hmph. You're too tired to even dress yourselves adequately." Severus commented to Harry, YiChung and Albus, who looked as though they would fall off of the bench and sleep right on the floor in the re-robing area. All the boys were only wearing their bath towels. Only Harry had his wrapped around his body.
"Here is some of Master Harry's pyjamas." Rastus reappeared in front of the boys holding a purple, a green and a red hooded unitard in his small arms.
Albus accepted the purple unitard and proceeded to put it on, once Rastus resized it to accommodate his taller stature. "Curious name this muggle company has."
"Indeed." YiChung said, slipping into the tight, green unitard, which Severus lengthened the arms and pantlegs of to fit Cho's de-aged grandsire. "Teletubbies' sounds to be a name for a company you might found, Albus."
Albus adjusted his hood, the semi-rigid inverted triangle on his head wobbling with the fine movements of his head."Now after the great war, I shall have to decide on another name to call any corporation I may decide to start."
"I wonder what these funny things on our hoods are supposed to be?" Harry said, happy that his red unitard fit him perfectly. "Father, do you know?"
Severus looked at the three boys, wondering why the shape of the funny things on their hoods' were different. Albus had an inverted triangle, Harry had a circle and YiChung just had a what appeared to be a pole on his hood. "I do not know, I did not ask the clerk, I just purchased everything in and around your size in the store."
"Perhaps they are like Native American Wizard dream catchers? Except you can wear these on your heads." YiChung speculated. "Maybe they channel good dreams into our minds?"
"I guess that must be it. I hope we all have good dreams then." Harry yawned, leading YiChung and Albus out of the bath. "Are you going to join us, father? You can spell this yellow telletubbie pyjama to fit you."
"No, as I am no longer a growing wizard, I'll not be requiring nap." Severus responded, thinking that he would never wear that ridiculous yellow unitard with that odd spiral thing on the hood, even if he were sleepy. He'd much sooner sleep completely naked. "I will be in the library in the south wing, should you need me."
Severus spent the next few hours preparing lesson plans for the upcoming school session. This particular summer seemed to have passed more quickly than most, and despite the time spent convalescing, had been the most enjoyable time Severus could ever remember. Strangely though, being back at Snape Manor, and having his little green eyed angel back in his life, Severus felt as though the summer would last forever. Yet, their time together had been relatively brief. It was like a cool breeze though Severus's hair as he stood amid the burning brimstone which he had come to know as his lot in life. Would he learn to live with Harry once the boy returned to being his former teenaged self? That infernal, rule-breaking copy of James Potter... that was also his son.
A fluttering of wings just outside the open window drew Severus's attention away from his musings and the parchments on his desk. He looked up in time to see a snowy white owl disappearing in the space just above the attic.
Severus wondered if the snowy white owl was Harry's. It looked like his owl, near enough. The wards around the grounds of Snape Manor were set to permit the passage of only undomesticated owls, other animals and insects, and the pets of either Severus or Harry.
"Hi, father." Harry appeared in the doorway. He had just awakened from his nap, and was still rubbing his eyes.
"Harry, your owl, it is a snowy owl is it not?" Severus asked, scooting his chair back from the desk to permit Harry more room to manoeuver as the child made a beeline for his lap.
"Uh huh?" Harry replied, resting his head on Severus's chest. "Hedwig is a snowy owl. But she's at the owlry at Hogwarts right now." Harry read Severus's expression. "Oh no! Did something happen to her?"
"I don't know." Severus lifted Harry into his arms and made his way to the attic, taking two steps on the staircase at a time. "Wait here." He then put Harry on the floor and climbed out of one of the larger gothic styled windows.
Cautiously, Severus inched closer to the space he had seen the snowy white owl,and was met by a fierce batting of wings.
"Phaugh!" Severus spat out a mouthful of white feathers. The snowy white owl pursued Severus relentlessly as he tried to scramble along the roof and back through the window. Even once he was back inside, the owl continued to claw and bat its wings at him, as though its goal were to practice the fine art of scarification, and it was working on a particularly intricate design.
"Don't hurt my father!" Harry shouted at the owl he could tell was not Hedwig.
Although Severus was on the floor and trying to crawl away, the owl continued to attack him. Harry finally shooed it away by taking a poker from the fire and thrusting it dangerously close to Severus's face. In an effort to keep the owl from attacking once more, Harry swung the poker at it threateningly. During the fourth swing, Harry accidentally struck the owl on the head, causing the avian to fall twitching to the floor.
"Oh no! Is it dead?" Harry asked, horrified at what he witnessed, but more so at what he had done.
"No! I'm still very much alive!" Severus retorted, looking as though he were about to ask Rastus to make them Owl Stew for dinner that night.
"Why was the owl so mad at you?" Harry asked.
"I do not believe it was angry at me." Severus speculated, examining the avian's head. "It was verylikely to be protecting something."
"Protecting something?" Harry pondered. "Or...someone...special to it...maybe it's protecting...!"
While Severus was still wiping blood from his temple, Harry cautiously climbed out the window and onto the roof. "Hedwig!" he called. "Hedwig!"
"Harry! Come back at once!" Severus shouted, scrambling after his son.
A second owl, still concealed within the small space, hooted back at Harry. A sound Harry recognized. "Father! It's Hedwig! She's here!"
Severus braced himself behind Harry, that Harry would not fall from the roof in the event the child lost his balance. "The other snowy white must have been protecting her then. It must be your owl's mate."
Father and son slowly moved toward the space, as Harry continued crooning to his beloved pet.
"Ohh!" Harry gasped in delight. In the space, seated upon a small tuft of twigs and dried plant matter was Harry's snowy white owl. He eagerly reached in to stroke his owl's head, only to be horrified when Hedwig nearly bit him. "Oh Hedwig! Why did you do that? Are you angry with me?"
"As if she could answer you." Severus gibed, but changed his tone fast when he saw the hurt look on Harry's face. "Harry, she is not angry at you... hang on." Despite Hedwig treating Severus's hand as her personal chew-toy, he gingerly reached into the narrow space and grasped the avian around her middle and lifted her slightly, revealing a small clutch of eggs beneath. "Just as I anticipated..."
Harry was not far behind. "Hedwig is going to be a mum?"
Severus decided to leave the mother owl to her duties. "It would appear so."
"Oh Hedwig!" Harry grinned, looking his pet in her yellow eyes. "I'm so proud of you!...Er but father...what do we do now? I think...I think I killed Hedwig's uh... uh... her husband owl?"
"The term is mate." Severus sighed, climbing back into the attic window and assiting Harry in after him. "As with most snowy owls, the male owl has been feeding your owl as she cares for the eggs."
"How will Hedwig eat now if her mate is dead?" Harry fretted. "She won't leave her eggs to go hunting will she?"
"No, that is why owls form pair bonds. One hunts while the other incubates the young." Severus explained. "Not to worry, we can easily acquire rodents for her."
"So that owl was the father of Hedwig's babies..." Harry began to sniffle... "He died whilst protecting his owl children!"
"No Harry, I do not believe you've killed him," said Severus, lifting the unconscious animal away before Harry could peruse it more closely. "I will see what I can do." Severus scuttled to one of his labs, slammed the door behind him and spelled it closed to keep Harry from entering. Saving this feral owl was the last thing he truly wanted to do, especially since the scratches and bites on his face needed tending at the moment.
But he was in no great hurry to see Harry cry again.
Minerva McGonagall and Cho Chang arrived at the vacant lot on the muggle street that evening to collect young Albus Dumbledore and YiChung Chang respectively. It was just after full dark, and the only illumination along the empty street were from the houses. Headmaster Dumbledore had loaned his put-outer to McGonagall as a precaution and she had made good use of it.
"I hope grandfather wasn't too much of a burden on them." Cho commented.
"I'm more concerned about the trouble young Albus..." Professor McGonagall began before freezing on the spot.
Severus Snape startled both of them by suddenly appearing through the tree and pulling both women in through the barrier before either of them knew what was happening.
"Good Heavens!" Professor McGonagall screeched. "You gave us a fright."
"My apologies," Severus retorted as he reset the wards on the portal. "We cannot afford to be complacent."
Cho bowed her head and approached her teacher. "Hello, Professor Snape. Thank you for your hospitality towards my grandfather." Cho handed the professor a box of freshly baked almond cookies and other Chinese confections. "I hope you enjoy them." She reached into one of her pockets and handed him a shrunken box. "Grandfather said to bring this for you too. I hope this will suffice."
Severus looked at the shrunken box. "This will contain all I need to assemble a house in a large tree?"
Cho nodded. "Yes, Muggle ready made kits are quite popular in Yukiguni. Muggles engineer everything from dog houses to office buildings at the factory, the machines make the kits, and then customers can then assemble their custom made creations when they get to the site."
"All without magic?" Severus asked, pulling out a piece which he deduced was one of the treehouse's walls.
"Yes, the muggles had to find methods to get by without the use of magic. Ready made buildings are one of them. The only magic about them is the magic I used to shrink the kit."
Severus tried to discreetly hand Cho several gold galleons for the treehouse kit.
"Oh no, sir!" Cho said, backing away as though Severus were handing her scorpions. "Our family owes you so much, Professor Snape. If you hadn't.."
"Miss Chang, as I have told your grandfather, and as I've told you before, you owe me nothing." Severus insisted. "I only did what anyone else would have done. Your grandfather needed help, and I gave it to him. You needed to do detention that day and you served it."
"No one could have saved grandfather's life but you." Cho said, tears threatening. "Please...the house is an experimental design the company is trying out. The firm needs testers to see if the design is a sound one...er, but don't worry though, the house is safe."
Severus kept trying to hand Cho the galleons, but the girl kept moving away, her straight black hair fanning behind her like a black comet's tail. "Really Professor, if you absolutely must give something back for it, fill out the questionnaire in the box and owl it to the company. Oh silly me, you'll have to send it via muggle post as it's a muggle company. Your feedback will help my father and the other engineers dream up more designs."
"CHO!" YiChung shouted from the porch, then ran across the lawn and jumped into Cho's arms.
Albus thought it was a good idea. "Minerva!!" Albus ran across the lawn and jumped into his deputy Headmistress's unprepared arms, sending both of them reeling to the ground.
"Well I NEVER!" McGonagall irately adjusted her glasses as she sat up.
"You are right, Minerva." Little Albus said, shaking blades of grass out of his long auburn hair. "You missed."
"Thank you for having granddad over." Cho, who was still holding her grandfather in her arms and rocking him, said to Harry.
Harry could not help but giggle at the absurdity, as well as the cuteness of the sight. He never thought he would live to see the day a grandaughter could carry her own grandfather in her arms. "No need to thank me, really. It was loads of fun having them over. I never got to play with other children much before."
"Not even when you were a real kid?" Cho leaned closer to her one time boyfriend, now adorable little friend. Harry took that as an invitation, and jumped into Cho's arms alongside YiChung.
"No." Harry replied sadly. His mood was immediately lightened by the feel of Cho staggering to keep from dropping two people quite dear to her. She swayed for a few seconds before stabilizing. "So having YiChung and Albus...uh I mean Grandpa Chang and Professor Dumbledore over was loads of fun! They really know how to play like real kids. You know, I'll bet that's why they lived longer than most people do."
"But Harry, we do not normally employ de-agers." Albus Dumbledore said as he approached with twinkling eyes.
"Well I didn't think you did, unless it was a prank." Harry said, leaning into Cho's chest. "I meant that you lived so long, because neither of you forgot how to play, enjoy sweets, laugh at things many adults wouldn't laugh at and well, you both just seem to know how to be kids."
"That is true." YiChung nodded. "I believe that we begin to die only when the child that dwells within each of us dies. When we forget how to laugh, when we say 'we are too busy to play,' when we worry more that sweets will make us fat rather than nourish our souls, when we no longer can love without having reason to do so..." Both YiChung's and Albus' eyes twinkled at Harry and then at Severus in turn, "...that is when we truly begin to die."
"I think you're right." Harry nodded, resting his head against Cho's long, glossy black hair. "I want my father to live as long as you, Grandpa Chang, and you too Headmaster Dumbledore."
Not wanting to be left out, Little Albus jumped onto Cho's back, causing the poor girl to wobble and lean at strange angles before finally righting herself. "Harry, if you show Severus the way," the de-aged headmaster of Hogwarts smiled "he will be with you for a very long time."
"Unless you three are attempting to give Miss Chang a hernia, you'd best get off her!" Severus sneered.
"How can Cho get a hernia?" Harry asked, motioning downward, causing Cho to turn almost purple with embarassment. "She doesn't have any...er...uh...you know..."
"You don't require testi-" Severus lifted Harry into his arms and coloured slightly when he noticed everyone's attention fully on him. He whispered into Harry's ear. "I shall elaborate further on this matter at a later time."
Sensing some intervention was required, Minerva McGonagall changed the topic. "So what did you boys do today?"
Albus answered, explaining things as he normally did whilst a child. "First we worked in the garden, which has timeturners in it, but we stayed out of the gardens while they were on, so that we wouldn't grow too soon. That would be too dangerous anyway. And then we played football with Rastus, a most delightful house elf who was so good that YiChung and I never made a goal..."
"Come," Severus suddenly shouted urgently when he noticed Harry and their guests looking in the direction of Snape Manor One. There was movement in one of the windows of the first Snape Manor. "Dinner has been prepared for us all. Let us dine before it grows cold."
After the guests departed, Severus ventured back outside while Harry was busy feeding Hedwig's mate some owl treats dissolved in a healing broth. "I'm real glad I didn't kill you, little owl." The owl made no response but to gulp more broth from the syringe hungrily. "I think Hedwig's babies will really need their father in their lives."
The owl hooted as if in understanding.
"Just like I need my own father." Harry sighed.
Having the advantage of magic at his disposal, Severus did not restore the treehouse kit to it's former size before assembling it. Instead, he assembled nearly the whole structure in his hands as though it were just a doll house. Once completed, he levitated the dwelling up onto the branches of the great oak tree. Once there, he spelled it back to its intended size and added the supporting brackets and clamps to secure the structure firmly to the tree.
After completing his chores in the kitchen, Rastus joined Severus outside and helped him add supporting stilts beneath the treehouse and finally the ladders leading from the ground.
"Rastus thinks it is a beautiful house." The elf said.
"So it is." Severus replied. Even though it was made largely of firm muggle plastic, the house certainly had its appeal. The exterior was made to look like an old fashioned rustic cabin, and the interior was surprisingly spacious. There was room enough to accommodate several people, with room to spare for some basic furniture .
Harry would be so surprised to see his very own tree house! What's more, Severus wanted surprise Harry.
"Thank you so much, father!" Harry said, snuggling between Severus and Rastus on the mattress they had brought from Snape Manor into the treehouse. "I've never slept in a real treehouse before. I've never even been in a real treehouse before."
Neither had Severus. The glow of the moonlight filtering in through the treehouse windows, the rustle of the leaves being stirred by the breeze, the sound of the stream coursing outside, the smell of the growing plants, and the almost tangible feel of the sap rising within the tree's living branches all made for a soothing experience to which almost nothing could compare. Father, son and house-elf were all lulled to sleep quickly in their newly constructed treehouse.
"Father?" Harry whispered late one morning, wondering why Severus, who rarely slept in, was still in bed. He had seemed to be ill the night before, and Severus speculated that sleeping out in the treehouse for the past few nights may not have been very wise. Summer, notwithstanding, had its cooler nights, and Severus, Harry and Rastus would find themselves huddled together for warmth by the early morning.
The chill had likely lowered his body's resistence, and an opportunistic virus struck unhindered.
Severus had retired in a bed within Snape Manor II the night before, and there he remained still, looking deathly pale.
"FATHER!"
"..." Severus whispered, his voice frightfully weak.
"What's wrong?" worried, Harry put his hand on his father's forehead. "You...your head is so hot! Your colour is bad as well... You must be really sick!"
Severus opened his mouth to speak, but only a faint rasping could be heard.
"Aww," Harry ran to the water closet and returned with a damp washcloth which he placed on his Severus's head. "Do you think you can make a potion to make yourself better?"
Severus shook his head. He could hardly move. He had not felt this bad since he became ill with a particularly bad muggle communicable disease many years ago. His throat burned, and his head felt as though it were burning from the inside; curious because his body quivered with chills. His muscles and joints ached and he felt too weak to leave the bed.
This was to be Harry's final day under the influence of the Interventio Interferous potion. Severus had wanted to take Harry into London one last time before he brewed Harry the potion which would re-age him back to his sixteen year old self. He had certainly not intended to spend their last day together as father and young son this way.
"Is Master Severus be wanting to eat?" Rastus entered the room bearing a bowl of hot broth. Although Severus shook his head, Rastus insisted that he at least partake of a small measure of the soup. Severus wearily sat up and took two spoonfuls before gagging and vomiting all over the cotton sheets.
Rastus quickly cleaned the mess and changed the sheets on the bed. Harry got a clean washcloth and small basin and began cleaning his father's burning skin. Severus recoiled at the contact. He was not used to being so lovingly cared for, but he was virtually powerless to stop Harry. Even if he could argue, Harry would have it no other way.
Despite Harry's ministrations, Severus's condition steadily worsened. Even the healing potions Harry had found in the labs, and had poured down Severus's throat, did nothing to make him feel any better. By early afternoon, his fever was so high that Severus was delirious and unresponsive. A few times, Severus screamed at assailants only he could see, at others he begged the assailants of his fever dreams to stop hurting him for he could not endure any more of whatever they were doing.
Harry wept when he heard Severus calling for his mother and cowering as though he were being beaten while doing so.
"I'm sorry master!" Severus shouted in his delirium at a memory that could only have been about Voldemort. Severus then began crying out and screaming as though he were in the throes of the cruciatus curse.
"Rastus!" Harry said, his voice hoarse from crying. "Can't you do anything for him?"
"No young Snape," Rastus whimpered back. "Rastus has tried everything he knows how."
"There's no phone to call for help! And Hedwig can't leave her babies!" Harry paced the room as he spoke.
"Rastus can go through the barrier to fetch help..."
"NO!" Harry clutched both of the elf's shoulders. "If the wrong people see you, you'll be killed! Can we use the floo network here?"
"Snape Manor is disconnected from the floo network. The barrier by the big tree is the only way in or out."
"Can you brew a healing potion?" Harry asked in desperation. "House Elfs is not supposed to be brewing potions. Rastus does not know how."
"No! And I can't brew anything because using my magic could kill me." Harry sat on the floor and sobbed. Rastus could only comfort him at this point.
After a while, Harry raised his head. "I've got it!" "No, father said that Snape Manor one and Snape Manor two have almost the same things in them both."
"But young Snape, Master Severus said young Snape may not go to Snape Manor One."
"We have no choice!" Harry shouted, putting a hand on his sire's clammy one. "What if Snape Manor One has the potion that could cure him? If I obeyed father and stayed here, he could die! If I go to Snape Manor One, and find a potion there that can help him, father will be angry and will probably punish me, but at least he'll still be alive to do it!"
"Young Snape!" Rastus shouted. "You cannot go. Rastus will not allow you to."
But Harry was already gone.
Draco combed through his hair with his slightly blackened fingers. He had not worn gloves while dying his hair, and hoped his hands would not remain stained for too long. Although he had initially not wanted to part with his pale blond hair, his glossy, blue-black locks were a welcome change. If he did not know who was staring back at him from the mirror, even he would not have recognized himself.
He prayed that none of the muggle medical staff would come in to check on him as he pulled the denim jacket on over his hospital pyjama bottoms. The jacket was a bit large, but Draco concluded that he would eventually grow into it. Dr. Pain did say that he was in the muggle school for doctors in training when he first purchased the jacket, and therefore must have been more grown up than Draco was at the moment. The pale boy held his head high as he exited his room, taking with him all the muggle treasures his new friends from the Psychic Research department had given him before apparently being obliviated by the ministry. To make the effect of being just a muggle boy more convincing, Draco wore the headphones on his head, even though he was not currently listening to the muggle music player. He needed to be able to hear everything around him in order to make his escape.
Not wanting to ride the strange lift room again, Draco started down the stairs at the end of the hall, hoping that it would eventually lead him out of the hospital.
Several flights later, Draco staggered out of the door on the ground floor of the hospital. He had never imagined that the act of descending stairs could be so utterly exhausting. Still holding his head high while feeling his legs starting to buckle beneath him, Draco walked toward a door at the end of the hall and was soon outside.
Exhilarated at his first breath of fresh air though he was, he knew he could not go much farther without resting for at least a little while. He sat on a small wooden bench which was situated next to a few trees along the walkway leading to the hospital. His legs were throbbing, his back ached, and his lungs felt as though they were rebelling against the exertion. Had he attempted to run from the hospital too soon? Draco watched the muggles passing with some interest as he attempted to further catch his breath. He especially liked the clothes a few of the female muggles wore. Two of them were apparently wearing trousers, but whomever made the trousers apparently ran out of fabric, causing the garments to barely reach the upper portion of the women's calves. As sloppily as their clothes were constructed, they managed to look good regardless. Draco had to close his eyes when another woman walked by, wearing trousers so short that the lower portion of her buttocks were exposed. Not that Draco didn't enjoy the sight, but he felt that he shouldn't be looking at things like that.
Yet another woman walked by with a shirt that exposed the upper portion of her breasts while keeping the nipples well hidden, prompting Draco to conclude that the woman must have recently borne a child and needed easy access with which to feed said child.
He tarried on the bench for a while after he had caught his breath, just watching people as they passed. One thing he could not understand, was why muggle women sometimes wore such uncomfortable looking shoes with tall spikes where the shoe's heel should have been. Surely she'd be more than likely to trip, and the raised heels forced the woman's back to curve most unnaturally. Draco concluded that those shoes must have been created because muggle men were sometimes violent and muggle women needed a weapon they could carry with them all the time. How badly must it hurt to be kicked with the spike on the woman's heel? Draco turned his attention to a family who somehow managed to walk whilst their noses were trained on reading materials in their hands. They all had brown bushy hair and dressed more like muggles going to a funeral did...
"GRANGER!" Draco hissed upon recognizing the daughter.
If the layout of Snape Manor One were truly similar to Snape Manor two, then Harry knew exactly where to go. He planned first to explore the largest labs for healing potions that might be able to help Severus. Failing that, he would search the first manor for just the potion's ingredients so that he could brew a healing potion personally. Sure he was risking his life, but even death would be preferable to life without his beloved father.
Without preamble, Harry ascended the steps and let himself in through the maple doors of Snape Manor one. Harry was immediately overcome with great pain as he passed through the magical wards. His stomach churned painfully, his muscles felt as though they were full of needles, and his head hurt so severely that he could barely see.
Harry collapsed on a bearskin rug a few metres from the main entrance, writhing in pain and crying for his father. Loudly. He pulled himself to his knees and began crawling in the direction of the largest laboratory on that level of the mansion.
Because he was so close to the floor, Harry felt vibrations that he knew should not be there. The vibrations grew ever more steady, until they took the unmistakable form of someone's footfalls. Very human footfalls. Harry looked around frantically for somewhere to hide, but his body would not allow him to move particularly quickly. In the end, all he could do was seek shelter beneath the bearskin carpet.
"Sevvie?" came a voice, that while unworldly, sounded distinctly human as well.
The sultry baritone voice continued to call for Sevvie." Eventually, curiosity won out and Harry raised the corner of the bear skin rug and peered out. He could not believe what he saw...
"M-Mister Malfoy?" Harry stammered at the pale man who had just entered the room. He was clad in white trousers and a matching white shirt and frock coat. The man's shoes and socks were white as well, as was the man's pale cascade of long, nearly waist length hair. What was Lucius Malfoy doing in Snape Manor One? How could he be here anyway? He was back in Azkaban wasn't he?
The man stopped suddenly and knelt beside the bearskin rug, lowering his ghostly head to look directly into Harry's eyes with his icy blue ones, which were strangely the only source of colour among the man's otherwise pale features.
"Malfoy?" the man, who Harry recognized moments later to be not Lucius Malfoy, but Lucien Snape, looked upon Harry with wonder. "I have not been referred to as Malfoy' in many years."
End Part Thirty-Two
