Hey, I received a few reviews of people that were a bit lost, so I'll explain quickly, the last chapter was basically seven years later, and after a little bit of thought on the process, I think what happened is that Gwen sent back an answer almost as soon as she got the Hogwarts letter, making Dumbledore realise that Harry had maybe not been treated as a freak like he expected him to (sorry, I don't personally dislike Dumbledore, but I always was furious at the fact that he left Harry with the Dursleys and Sirius to rot in Askaban, so he'll be a nasty bugger in that story), so he sent Snape to show him the magical world, thinking that the potion master will give him a tough time and that way he'll be really happy about the attention that Dumbledore gives him, which is basically why Snape is the one to take Harry in Diagon Alley and not Hagrid. Lucius is just there because Snape refused to be alone with the offspring of James Potter for an entire afternoon.

Also I got a review telling me about my grammar problems, I'm really sorry about that, and will try to reduce them as much as possible, but English is, after all, only my second language so bear with me here.

"Thrilling!" was NOT the word Severus Snape would have used.

First of all, the moment Gwen Cooper came down the stairs, he felt extremely greasy and underdressed, second of all, from the look he got from the Malfoy haired boy, he knew exactly what he was thinking.

"My mother, Gwen," he said, with a hint of a mocking smirk.

Also he had a stinking feeling that either Petunia did not leave here, or that her idea of a functional couple had very much changed since he last saw her. He hoped very much it was the first possibility because the idea that Petunia had even managed to put that gorgeous woman in her bed was deeply disturbing and thoroughly depressing.

There was a slight movement of air and Potter literally fell from the sky, smoothly landing on the ball of his feet. He didn't look like James Potter, not really, no matter how much Severus had expected him to; his hair was too long, his skin too fair, his eyes too large, almond shaped, and even more exotic looking than Lily's ever had. He was also very thin and…his ears were pointy?

"Who took my Arwen ears again?" exclaimed a girl who could have been fourteen, a deep purple corset on, with a short gothic skirt. Her hair was a deep copper colour, and she looked even more arrogant than Lucius himself, which really ought to have earned her a medal.

"Hey, Amy," said the…geez, they really needed to learn his name, they couldn't keep calling him the guy with the Malfoy hair colour all the time.

"Hey Henry, I didn't know you were back, do you know who's got my Arwen ears?"

"I think Hun does, what do you need elf ears for anyways?"

Oh, and he didn't understand a thing that was going on in that bloody house.

"…told you not to jump from the fifth floor," was saying Gwen, scolding Potter. The boy listened very carefully then burst in tears and hugged her tightly:

"I'm so sorry mama!"

Severus wanted to go home; he had just found a marvellous cerulean skin potion that hadn't been brewed for a century that he'd been dying to try, maybe a couple of glasses of scotch with ice from the Fae Winter Court…

Lucius took a glance at him, sighted, then elegantly cleared his throat.

The room somewhat froze, and everyone looked slightly embarrassed, except for Potter who was still crying while Gwen rocked him softly.

'this is a madhouse," thought the Malfoy lord, fighting against a shake of the head that would be no doubt misinterpreted –or in that case, well interpreted but very badly timed.

"We have come at the request in your letter to explain Mr Potter about magic and take him to Hogsmeade to buy his furniture," he said matter-of-factly. "Now if Mr or Mrs Dursley wants to come with us…"

The moment the name came out, he knew something had gone terribly wrong. Potter stopped crying and stiffened in Gwen's arms, turning to them a look of honest terror, while the room suddenly charged with outright hostility.

"Dursley?"

"Who said Dursley?"

Bright, handsome twins appeared in the doorway, a lethal expression on their lovely faces.

"The Dursleys are dead," said the one one the right.

"Not that we killed them!" theatrically exclaimed the other with a scary smile.

"Of course not, Uriel! How were we to know that they had death penalty in Texas when we sent them there?"

"I know, Samael, terribly unexpected, I was very sorry for them."

He really didn't sound sorry at all and Lucius felt a shiver down his back: when in the lord had muggles become incredibly creepy?

After half an hour of muddled explanation, that ended with a very strong resolution in both Lucius and Severus that they were going to KILL Dumbledore1, while Draco was just a bit creeped out, unsure of what the hell had been going on, they were finally ready to go, and "Hun", whom that had not heard once to be refered to as Harry, went up to take his coat; the three of them were left with Amy, who had finally gotten her elf ears –which were to Draco's great relief, not actually real–back; they were dangling lightly from her long pianist fingers:

"You do sleep, right? You wizards?" she asked conversationally.

Lucius blinked at her:

"What?"

"Do you sleep?"

"Of course."

She nodded:

"Well, I'm not a wizard, I don't have a wand or anything like that, but if you hurt Hun, sure as the sun rise, I will slit your throat open in your sleep, got it?"2

Potter bounced happily down the stairs:

"I'm READY!"

Amy Cooper cast them a last hostile glance before disappearing into the kitchen .

"Right," said Lucius, his voice coming out vaguely strangled, "let's go then."