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AN1: One of the positive things of the current crisis is that I have had more time to write than expected, and Miette managed to squeeze this chapter into her slightly-less-busy-than-usual schedule.
I hope you are all taking care of yourself, please be careful.
AN2: Please consider underlined words as striked words.
AN-2021/03/05: Many thanks to dstone12 for correcting the mistakes left by Miette and I!
Severus left early in the morning. Having said all his goodbyes the night before, he thought it better not to linger. He felt weird, leaving one home to go back to another. He could not wait to see Lucius and his friends again. Yet, he dreaded their first meeting. He feared they would be strangers. Only the fact they had kept on writing letters prevented him from altogether panicking. And Dhaal's reassurances as well as his warm presence on his shoulder.
Severus brought back with him his clothes from Bǎo, his letters and a photograph album from his time in Uusi, courtesy of Frekka. He was curious about the means she had used as he was certain to have never seen her with a camera. The album now was one of his most prized possessions along with Abraxas and Lucius' watch and the Prince book. Everything was in a case shrunk to fit in his pocket.
Severus walked quietly toward the Room of Crossings, taking his time to enjoy his surroundings one last time, the remaining decorations from the previous night's feast bringing a nostalgic smile to his lips. While he knew he would be welcome whenever he wished to visit, Severus had the feeling wizarding affairs would keep him busy for some time. His Familiar was quiet, half-dozing, the hour far too early to his taste, especially as they had spent a long time discussing Severus' return in the light of Drunek's revelations instead of going to sleep immediately after the feast. Even asleep, he had never fallen from Severus' shoulder. Severus was certain Thestrals usually were not as comfortable when perched like birds. But neither were they able to shrink at will and choose the size they desired nor who could see them.
Severus nodded to the various guards he met while walking through the Room of Crossings. All answered back with greetings of their own. Far too soon, Severus was at King's Cross railway station. He had decided to go back to his house directly instead of going to Diagon Alley and then floo home. He wanted Lucius to be the first Wizard to welcome him back.
He was selfishly relieved Narcissa was still living in Dryhtenhold with little Draco. Lucius' last letter had told him they were both in good health, even if Narcissa still tired too easily. Their absence took a weight from his shoulders, as finally seeing Lucius after such a long absence was already hard enough. There was no need to add new parameters. He was also afraid of finally meeting Draco. Human babies surely were different from Drunek's kids.
Eager as he was, he took the time to buy a few muggle clothes. Nothing fancy, black trousers and dark blue shirts, but respectable enough to blend in almost anywhere. He would need to do the same with wizard robes, but Severus had no doubt Lucius would be delighted to call his tailor for him, especially when Severus requested them Bǎo-style. He despised the idea of losing time and money on such frivolity, except he understood more than ever the importance of looking the part. He was a Master despite his young age. To find employment, he needed to be taken seriously, and the right clothes were one step toward this goal.
Severus pushed the thought of this future hardship in the back of his mind. He would savour his return among friends and family before thinking about his future and ways to earn his livelihood.
Severus barely held back a sigh. The cosy houses with well kept gardens were receding behind him as he walked closer to his home. Spinner's End had never been much to look at but once, when the mills and factories were still employing many men, it had at least been tidy and clean. Today, more than one house had broken windows repaired with tape and cardboard. Some walls were tagged with insults, love declarations or calls to uprising. Dhaal watched with interest. He was particularly intrigued by the cars, and had enjoyed himself during the bus ride from King's Cross to Surrey.
They finally reached his house. It looked no better than its neighbours. However, Severus could Sense the wards, powerful and vigilant yet low key as to not call attention to them if one was not already focusing on them.
Pensive, Severus extended his magic Sense carefully. The wards coiled around his probes before letting go gently. He was surprised to realize they were built on the initial wards he had erected back in his fifth year. However, they were far more complex and grounded. Their main role was clearly to protect the house and its inhabitants, but underneath the simple goal, he could sense various other purposes. He came closer to the house, until he could touch the door. Putting his hand on the knob, he felt the wards prod Dhaal and him before letting them pass, engulfing them as they entered the house.
Severus remained by the door, struck in wonder. The house had never been as clean and welcoming as today, even when Mother still used her wand for house tasks. The house felt peaceful.
Dhaal was far more adventurous. Jumping from Severus' shoulder, he grew himself up to the size of a Saint Bernard. It was smaller than Dhaal's real size as he was now big enough to put his head on Severus'. He was still wont to fill out as he looked quite gangly, and Severus suspected his wings had not yet reached their adult span. However, he usually remained smaller, only using his full size for outdoors walks and games, and increasing it to protect Severus. Dhaal had assured Severus shrinking himself did not put him under any strain. He said it was his way of changing clothes.
Severus watched amused as his Familiar explored the main room. The table and chairs were different from before, but gave a well-used-but-well-cared-for feeling. An armchair grouped with a big sofa took up a quarter of the room, creating a relaxing corner next to the fireplace. Severus felt his shoulders ease up some tension. This place could become home.
"Leave the biscuits alone, you miscreant!"
Severus startled at the shout coming from the kitchen. He quickly made his way there and took in the scene, feeling a laugh bubble inside him.
A House-Elf was threatening Dhaal with a wooden spoon to keep him away from a plate of still steaming biscuits. Severus shook his head. His Familiar's sweet tooth had led him into troubles with Frekka many times.
He watched in silence as Dhaal relented and jumped down from the counter, looking as pitiful as he could manage.
"You will not play me with this face. I know all about children's tricks to get sweets before lunch."
Severus bit his lip not to laugh out loud. The House Elf reminded him of Frekka. Severus surmised she was female because of the white rose pinned behind her ear. Otherwise, she wore Chinese-style clothes, a dark blue tunic with a Mao collar over large white pants. The outfit was utterly foreign compared to the other House Elves Severus had met, yet he felt right at home when looking at her.
"It is rude to stare."
Severus fought down his blush at the Elf's remonstrance.
"Please forgive me. I am afraid seeing my Familiar so chastened robbed me of my manners for an instant."
He bowed lightly.
"My name is Severus Snape. As you must know, I am the owner of this house. You have taken really good care of it," Severus said, letting some of his gratitude colour his voice.
The House Elf seemed to gauge him before bowing her head slightly.
"I am Tuei from Line Zawia, free House Elf and currently under contract with clan Röykkiö to take care of this house."
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Tuei," answered Severus with a smile. "Please let me introduce you properly to my Familiar."
Through their bond, he nudged the Thestral to move toward the House Elf.
"Tuei, please meet Dhaal."
Dhaal hesitantly took a step toward her then pressed his head against her hand lightly.
Tuei looked at him with a frown before smiling and petting his head delicately.
"Tuei is pleased to meet you, Dhaal. Though you must not steal from my kitchen," she added pointedly.
Dhaal gave her his best puppy look, making her shake her head. She turned to Severus.
"You are home earlier than planned, Mister Snape. I am still under contract for two weeks."
Severus was surprised the term of her contract was not the end of his own Apprenticeship. He wondered if it was his clan's last parting gift.
"Well, I do not mind you remaining for two weeks, unless something in your contract prevents it? It would be a relief to have the time to ease back into the Wizarding world without worrying about the care of the house," said Severus.
Tuei nodded.
"I thought so as well. It will be my pleasure Mister Severus."
"Do you have non-working hours or specifics I should know of?" asked Severus, unsure of the kind of contract free House Elves were under compared to bonded ones.
"It is always best to limit night calls even though I am living here but I have no other particulars," answered Tuei.
"Very well. Thank you Tuei," Severus nodded to her.
"Lunch will be ready for twelve, dinner for seven, unless you are eating outside," she added.
"I do not know yet if we will eat at home today. I have many people to meet with and I might end up eating with them. The best is probably to have a cold meal ready in the event we do come back for dinner," answered Severus. "However, an en-cas would not be amiss as we have not eaten this morning."
Tuei's eyes flew wide open, her wooden spoon suddenly reappearing in her hand.
"You idiotic... wizard!" she growled, threatening Severus with her spoon. "Eating is very important when your Magic is still growing. This goes for you too," she added, agitating her spoon toward Dhaal.
She suddenly scowled at Severus.
"No wonder the little one tried to steal my biscuits! Here you go."
She gave one biscuit to Dhaal who engulfed it with delight, then to a baffled Severus.
"Go to the living room, I will not be long," she added, turning toward the stove.
Severus followed her order, Dhaal snickering behind him. Feeling at loss, he aimed to set the table. He was barely finished, after making his way through various cupboards to find the glasses and plates when Tuei arrived.
She raised an eyebrow at the table but did not say anything. As usual, Dhaal had shrunk himself to eat on the table in front of Severus.
She waited for Severus to sit down before snapping her fingers. At once, plates filled with biscuits, bacon, cheese and scrambled eggs appeared on the table. There were also French toasts and orange juice, as well as a pot of coffee and warm milk.
"Thank you Tuei. Really you should not have gone to so much trouble—"
"You need to eat. Both of you. Now." she cut him off, crossing her arms and glaring at him. He almost expected her to start taping her foot.
"Yes Tuei. Thank you," answered Severus, wisely deciding to choose his battle.
They ate with great appetite, Severus realizing he had missed non goblin food. Dhaal was always happy to discover new cooking and showed great appreciation for the French toast.
When they were full, Severus thanked Tuei for the meal once more. Then he took the floo to Malfoy Manor before losing his nerve, Dhaal back on his shoulder.
Severus gracefully exited into the vestibule. At once, a House-Elf—Tikki?—appeared. Severus smiled and put a finger on his lips. Tikki nodded vigorously, eyes sparkling.
"Lucius?" mouthed Severus silently.
"In the salon," answered the House-Elf silently.
Bowing lightly to her, Severus moved toward the salon without a sound. He was delighted to realise he could Sense Lucius easily. Cautiously, Severus peeked into the room. Lucius was seated back to him, absorbed in papers.
Severus entered the room, Dhaal gliding invisible from his shoulder to explore the room.
"Good afternoon."
Lucius got up so fast the chair almost fell, turning toward Severus with his wand ready. Severus held his hands up in the I-mean-you-no-harm universal gesture. Lucius stared at Severus, slowly walking closer to him, examining him from head to toes then fixing him in the eyes.
"Brother."
Severus smiled shyly, all his uncertainties rushing back.
"I'm home. Surprised?"
Suddenly, Lucius was hugging him tightly. Severus hugged back as fiercely, absently noting he now was a bit taller than Lucius.
"You look good," finally said Lucius, letting him go reluctantly. He chuckled to himself. "I almost didn't recognize you."
"I have not changed that much," protested Severus. "I'm taller. A bit broader maybe."
Lucius shook his head.
"I suppose it's hard to see on yourself. I assure you if we were to compare yourself right now to one of my wedding photographs, you would see the changes."
Severus rolled his eyes.
"I was dressed up at your wedding."
Lucius laughed, looking at him fondly.
"Well. I understand better why Augustus asked me to call for him once you were back, and before showing you to anyone else."
Severus tilted his head, intrigued.
"I thought he was exaggerating when he told me you would need some time to adapt. You really need to tone down the dangerous vibes. You're a Slytherin, right? No need to advertise how capable you are."
Severus repressed a blush at the complimentary reprimand. Surely he did not look that fierce.
"Let's call your grandfather," said Lucius, taking his wand.
"Wait," interrupted Severus. "You need to meet someone first".
"Dhaal I suppose?" said Lucius, putting his wand away. "Shall we go to your house? Or do you want him to come here?"
Severus smiled sheepishly.
"He's already here."
Dhaal took his cue to jump in front of Severus and become visible, increasing his size as he walked closer to Lucius until he was his true height.
Lucius stared. A long time. Then laughed, loud and free.
"You are not what I expected," he said to the Thestral ruefully. "Only you, Brother… I understand your letters better now," he frowned, looking at Severus sharply. "We will need to talk. You must have chanced the Ritual just after Father's funeral."
Severus nodded.
"I did not want to discuss... everything in a letter."
Lucius' expression softened.
"I understand."
Severus felt warm all over. He had missed his Brother.
Lucius turned toward Dhaal and surprised Severus by welcoming his Familiar with a traditional Gobbledegook greetings. Among Goblins, it was considered a mark of respect to acknowledge the Familiar as it's own person. Some—in every race, Goblins, Wizards, Faes, Vampires,...—who had not passed the Ritual considered Familiars mere pets or possessions and treated them as such.
The Thestral answered by whickering happily and putting his head against Lucius' forehead for a brief instant.
"Your grandfather taught me this traditional greeting. He said it could be useful," explained Lucius wryly. "Augustus must have known you had a Familiar. It explains why he was so certain you would be alright during your year of silence. He really has good spies. He's the reason I did not give in to the impulse to come and see you."
Severus doubted Lucius would have managed, although his tenaciousness and riches would certainly have given the Goblins a powerful headache. But he appreciated the feeling.
He wondered how long his grandfather had known about Dhaal. Clearly, his informants had not been from clan Runsaus alone.
"I cannot wait for you to meet Draco," said Lucius suddenly. "You're cutting it close, the Naming is in three weeks."
Severus rolled his eyes, trying to ignore the sudden wave of anxiety rolling up his body at the idea of meeting Lucius' son.
"I did my best."
"Hmm," said Lucius, looking doubtful, then perking up suddenly "You did not tell me what your masteries are!"
"Masteries?" repeated Severus, lifting an eyebrow at his brother.
Lucius huffed.
"If you don't have at least three masteries, I will be disappointed."
His Brother was the best.
The Goblins had given Severus the wizarding certificate equivalent to his goblin mastery. He had wondered how Master of Shields and Crossings would translate in the wizarding system, as he hardly felt like he knew enough to be a Master grade I in every field he had passed a Trial.
"Potion and Runes Master grade I, Defence against the Dark Arts and Herbology Master grade II."
"You… You..."
Lucius hugged him once more; almost lifting Severus up despite now being smaller.
"I knew you were extraordinary!"
His brother's eyes were sparkling with pride and love as he let Severus down, putting his hands on his shoulders.
"Father would be so proud."
Severus felt his throat tighten at the thought of Abraxas. He wished his Mentor was here to see he had been right to choose Severus.
"Shall I call your grandfather now?" asked Lucius, clearing his throat and dispelling the sadness in the air.
"Please do," answered Severus.
He was curious to know how he would react to the older man. Their correspondence had been far more cordial lately, but sometimes old feelings surfaced when meeting face to face.
Severus watched mesmerized as Lucius summoned his Patronus, a beautiful silvery white fox, and gave him instructions before patting him on the head gently and sending him away.
"Yours is a Thestral?" asked Lucius.
"I don't know," answered Severus, "I've never learnt it. When I came across it during my studies, my wand was already too unstable and then I had to focus on OWLs then NEWTs. Then I totally forgot about it during my Apprenticeship."
Lucius nodded.
"It's far more advanced than NEWTs and seldom covered during Apprenticeships. It's in the Healer and Auror Apprentices cursus. It does not mean they all manage to cast it, of course."
"Would you teach me?" asked Severus hopefully.
Lucius smiled, a shadow briefly covering his eyes.
"Of course. Father would have taught you as he did for me if... Well, my role now."
They shared a long look of grief, remembrance and understanding before Lucius kept on.
"So. The Patronus charm. Powerful spell, mainly known to be the only spell able to repel Dementors. A well executed Patronus will make Dementors flee far away in pain. Some have reported a powerful Patronus could make them disappear but it has never been properly proven," explained Lucius. "However, the Patronus charm has far more uses. Communication as you saw, but it can also protect you from mind control Magic. In fact, if learnt the right way, it is a complementary tool to Occlumency."
"Learnt the right way?"
"Yes. Most books tell you to focus on your happiest memory to cast your Patronus. Father said it was an unnecessary crutch which prevented you from truly learning to cast the spell. Indeed, if some event or information tarnished this memory for you, you would have trouble casting a Patronus again," answered Lucius with a mischievous smile. "You should have heard him argue the point with Lord Archard. It always was a delightful debate."
He paused, eyes far away then smiled at Severus.
"Anyway. The proper Malfoy way to cast the Patronus charm is to know yourself and focus on remaining yourself. The Patronus is the manifestation of your desire to remain as you are, unaffected by outside Magic who would corrupt your mind and feelings. Your desire to remain true to your inner self combined with Magic allows you to create a guardian, your Patronus, who will defend you against outside influences. Father said you could fight a cheering charm as well as a Dementor with a Patronus."
This was fascinating. Coherent with the Goblins' approach. From Lucius' explanation, Severus thought you needed to solely use your own Magic to cast the Patronus charm as outside Magic could be corrupted and influence yourself. It meant the use of a happy memory was more to help the caster focus on his own Magic than to focus on a happy feeling. Focusing on a strong memory meant focusing inward and fixing yourself on the self you were at that time.
A happy memory made it easier to first learn the Patronus charm as people enjoyed focusing on happy times, but it meant building their guardian on their happy self. When facing a Dementor, in a state of self far different, it would be harder to conjure a Patronus. On the contrary, the Malfoys' method was harder at the beginning because it implied not to hide from yourself. But once you had done it, you could cast the Patronus in all states of self.
"I can see gears turning in your head," said Lucius who looked quite fascinated by Severus.
"Yes, your method makes far more sense," answered Severus with a smile.
Lucius stared then laughed.
"Only you can give this answer after my explanation. Well. Here is the wand movement."
"Lucius."
Severus tilted his head toward Dhaal.
"Right. I forgot what his presence implied," said Lucius with a shake of his head. "I have no idea how you should proceed."
"I think I will try later. I do not want to exhaust myself before meeting with all of you," answered Severus pensively.
"Alright. Wha—"
"It reminds me I've never learnt how to apparate either," added Severus.
"Why Merlin not?" asked Lucius surprised.
Severus shrugged.
"There was no need."
"Ah, yes, you were quite secluded for four years."
Severus smiled and did not correct him. In a few years maybe. It was not like he really needed to learn, as Dhaal's flow-travelling was really effective. He was still amazed at his Familiar's cleverness, not only figuring Severus should be able to travel as he did but teaching it to Severus too. He would tell Lucius too. One day.
"It's easy enough, you'll see. But not today, Lord Prince just flooed in."
"How do you know?" asked Severus, curious.
"I felt him. Head of House's privilege."
Severus cocked his head thoughtfully.
"You did not feel me."
No doubt because of his Sensing shields.
Lucius froze in mid-walk.
"You're right. Wait, let me... It's weird, your presence is muted... I think I would not be able to feel you if you were not family."
It was Severus' turn to freeze.
"What do you mean?"
Lucius looked a bit embarrassed.
"This is one of Father's theories. I think it works well even if I never heard anything similar elsewhere. You are family from our heart. I feel strongly about you so my Magic reaches to you. The same goes for you and so, our Magic creates a bond between us. It means sometimes, we feel things about the other."
This was spot on goblin philosophy. Severus wondered if his grandfather had shared some of his knowledge with Abraxas. He certainly would with Lucius and his friends, as soon as he had resolved this Horcrux problem.
Severus frowned to himself. Lucius had not rung any alarm bells to Severus' Sense. Focusing consciously on his Brother, Severus Sensed him. Nothing felt amiss. He tried to look deeper, careful not to alarm or disturb Lucius. There. A faint Sense of unease, coming from Lucius' left arm. Was it not the arm which bore Lord Voldemort's Mark?
Severus hastily put his observations in a corner of his mind as they reached the vestibule and greeted his grandfather.
Severus watched the man as he embraced Lucius. He looked better than he had during Abraxas funeral. Still regal although his smile softened his features.
He waited patiently, warning Dhaal away from Lucius' peacocks. His Familiar was enjoying himself, exploring the manor grounds, but he felt far too mischievous to Severus. Behave yourself, he Sensed to Dhaal. The reply was a feeling of such artful innocence he wanted to roll his eyes.
"Severus."
He looked at his grandfather as the man analysed him from head to toes.
"You have grown," stated the man, looking a bit hesitant.
Severus was surprised by the rush of fondness he felt at seeing his grandfather. All past slights were hardly forgiven, but he realized he was glad for his presence. Shrugging to himself, Severus came closer, awkwardly initiating a hug.
Augustus all but clung to him, whispering how proud of Severus he was, how Abraxas would have been too. Severus allowed the embrace to last a few seconds before gently disentangling himself, flustered and unsure how to react.
Lucius steered them to the salon where Minky—always delighted to feed Severus even after years away—had set up tea. Augustus sat in one armchair and looked at Severus thoughtfully before turning to Lucius.
"Lucius, I hope you will forgive me for being rude," said the older man gently.
Lucius laughed softly.
"Madeline and you did so much for my family that I can bear with you being rude from time to time Augustus."
"Abraxas said that too," said the Lord with a fond smile. "Well. I need some time alone with Severus. I am afraid I cannot help him without sharing some Prince's wisdom, but regretfully, I cannot share them with someone outside my House."
"I see. Well, Severus happens to have interrupted me only moments before my departure to France. Narcissa and Draco certainly won't object to my coming now," Lucius turned toward Severus with a serious look. "I expect you to come to Dryhtenhold no later than by the end of the week."
"I will," promised Severus.
His brother held his gaze another moment before smiling.
"Alright. I'll leave you Princes to your secrets. Tell Minky to come and fetch me when you're done."
Severus and his grandfather remained silent even after Lucius had flooed to his other Manor, the older man observing him with attention. He was the one to break the silence.
"Alright. Please go outside the room then walk back in."
Severus nodded, and complied with his grandfather's request, trying not to be self conscious of his movements as he left the room and then returned.
"Hmm. You can sit down," said his grandfather, crossing his arms as he leaned back in his armchair. "You hold your body with grace and intensity. It is obvious you are in total control of it. Some will even guess you can be quite deadly even without the aid of Magic aid, but we can do nothing to conceal this fact. However, I don't think it is out of character for you. From the way Abraxas described you, you always were light on your feet and quite adept at moving with no superfluous movements. This is only you polishing your stance."
Severus nodded silently. He knew Taichichuan and Defence practice had made him comfortable in his body. He knew he had perfected his control over it, from his toes to controlling his blush. But he had never seen himself, so he did not know how it reflected on others' perception of him.
"What you must learn to control is your projection of your Magic," stated the older man firmly. "I know most Goblins do not bother as it is a sign of power to them. But this is not the wizard way. More importantly, it gives away how powerful you can be which is not the slytherin way."
"I'm afraid I do not know what you are speaking of," said Severus perplexed.
"The prime example would be Dumbledore," answered his grandfather with a slight grimace. "You know he usually looks like a benign old man with twinkling eyes. When he seriously wishes to make a point, he projects his Magic out, and suddenly it feels like he is three meters tall and that the room is too small to contain him, no matter its size."
Did the man seriously implied Severus currently looked bigger than life?
His grandfather shook his head, chuckling lightly.
"Let me show you."
Suddenly, the man in front of him was dangerous. Magic sang around him, ready to strike. He felt like a Giant. The feeling was familiar, but it disappeared as his grandfather was back to Lord Prince, regal and sophisticated, but not dangerous.
"I understand what you mean, even if I have trouble believing this is how you perceive me."
"Believe me, I am certain you project far more danger than I do," assured his grandfather.
"How do I stop projecting?" asked Severus puzzled.
"Projecting is in fact the action of keeping Magic ready to strike," explained his grandfather.
"Like when you perform the Chen form!" exclaimed Severus, realising what this familiar feeling had been.
"I will take your word for it," answered his grandfather, eyeing him speculatively.
It explained why Lucius had not Sensed him despite Severus projecting Magic. Severus' presence was warded by his various Shields, but it did not prevent him from keeping Magic ready to strike. He only needed to relax his hold on Magic. He had not even realised he was doing it. Breathing slowly, Severus tried to let Magic flow as it wished, without grabbing hold of it.
"Yes, you have it," approved his grandfather. "Now, I suggest you practise getting in and out of projecting, to really get used to how different it feels. You should also try casting spells without projecting."
For the next two hours, Severus practised, to get the feel of when he was projecting and when he was not. To manage not to project without consciously thinking about it. He found he could get in and out of projecting easily enough once he had grasped the feel of it. Then casting spells was not difficult. However, Severus knew he would have to project if he ever went against serious opponents.
"Very good Severus," finally acknowledged his grandfather. "You only need to remember you are no longer among Goblins so mannerisms are different. We Prince already are forbidding on our own, you do not need to add goblin threatening smiles to the mix," he said jokingly.
He had a point, and Severus was really grateful for his help.
"Now, I must caution you to be careful," said his grandfather seriously. "Our world has changed much since you left, and letters can only prepare you so much when you have not experienced it."
"I know," agreed Severus. He doubted his grandfather knew how cautious he planned to be because of his Horcrux talk with Drunek. Time to change the subject.
"I would like to introduce you to my Familiar," said Severus.
He was rewarded with a bright smile from his grandfather.
"I was beginning to wonder if I ever would meet him. I was surprised not to see him with you."
Dhaal suddenly appeared right in front of the man. Severus had to admire his elder's composure as only his left eye twitched in surprise.
"Please meet Dhaal," said Severus proudly.
"Yíngjiē Dhaal."
His grandfather was grinning as he admired Dhaal, the Thestral obligingly lifting his wings and expanding them to allow him a better view.
"You really are a handsome fellow. Strong name too," finally stated his grandfather.
Dhaal whickered and rubbed his head on the older man's hand before jumping on Severus' shoulder, shrinking as he did so.
"Full of surprises too. I am glad."
"So am I," agreed Severus.
"I hope you will come to Prince Manor one day. Notkea is getting old and does not leave our home often these days, but she is really impatient to meet you," said Lord Prince wistfully.
"I wondered if you had a Familiar. I think I would like to, once I am more settled," said Severus quietly.
"Madeline will be overjoyed," answered his grandfather softly.
"What kind is your Familiar?" asked Severus, abruptly changing the subject.
"Kea is a beautiful Nundu," answered his grandfather with a knowing smile.
A Nundu? They were lethal creatures and he wondered how it could once have left his grandfather's Manor without causing panic in the streets.
"We have been together for almost fifteen years now. She had already lived quite a full life when she accepted to become my Familiar, contrary to your Dhaal I believe. But like Dhaal, the Ritual gave her a way to accompany me wherever I went. She can assume the form of a big cat which is better for everyone else's health. I—"
The Lord abruptly stopped talking and put his hand in his waist pocket, taking out a galleon.
"Well. There is a meeting tonight. I have the feeling one of our comrades has discovered your return among us. Will you attend?"
"Of course," answered Severus. He had to know if his suspicions were unfounded.
"Good. We should be able to arrange for your friends to join us before going to the meeting."
True to his word, they met with Evan, Jonathan and Lucius in one of the Procope private rooms one hour before the meeting.
Severus was shocked at his friends' physical changes. Where the Marauders had remained the same to his eyes, they looked like adults. Not old, but mature. In appearance at least. They both were smaller than he, but it did not prevent Evan from lifting him boisterously from his feet in greeting. He had filled out and now emitted the kind of roguish charm most girls disgustingly found attractive. In contrast, Jonathan looked almost austere, until he spoke. Like Lucius, he had always been a great speaker, but now he talked with refinement and elegance. It drove home to Severus how long they had spent apart, but he did not have the time to feel awkward as Evan began speaking a mile a minute.
"You look so impressive! Where did you learn to enter a room like this? I cannot believe how you look like a kick-ass Master in badassery!
"Certainly because he is, am I wrong Severus?" asked Jonathan smiling, clearly curious about Severus' final titles.
"Yes Severus, stop being so secretive now!"
Severus laughed. He had missed them.
"I just arrived Evan, and you've been talking non-stop."
"I'm not talking now," huffed Evan. "Spill!"
"I think you should let them ponder a bit. Or negotiate a favour," suggested Lucius with a smirk.
"Hey! I'm sure you know what his Masteries are," accused Jonathan.
"Of course, I am his brother," said Lucius haughtily.
"Don't listen to him Severus," said Jonathan with his best puppy eyes. "How well did you do?"
Severus smirked.
"Well… I am Potion Master grade I."
"Great, I knew you would do it!" congratulated Evan.
"Yes, congratulation Severus," added Jonathan. "What we are really curious about are your other Masteries though."
"My other Masteries?"
"Come on Severus!" said Evan, "You must be a Master grade I in at least two different fields!"
Severus laughed.
"You really have great trust in me. Indeed, I am also Runes Master grade I, and Defence against the Dark Arts and Herbology Master grade II."
"Wow," Evan was speechless for two whole seconds. "You really did it. I'm so proud!"
Suddenly, Severus was taken in a sandwich hug between Evan and Jonathan, his friends laughing and chanting one of those dumb Quidditch victory songs which mainly consisted in proclaiming "we are the best". They only let him go after he sang with them a few sentences, Lucius laughing as hard as them. Even his grandfather had a smile on his face and sparkles in his eyes.
"You are going to be the prize to snatch at the next party!" said Evan, a wicked look in his eyes.
"What are you talking about?" asked Severus, suddenly suspicious.
"Now that James Potter is a married man and proud father, the young maidens and their mothers have to find other prey," explained Lucius, smiling widely. "And you fit perfectly."
They all laughed at his horrified look, taking great pleasure in describing some of the horrible tortures both Jonathan and Evan had already suffered at the hands of mothers in full I-need-to-marry-my-daughter mode. Severus basked in his friends' banter, avidly listening to their gossip and teasing. Yet, he was feeling jumpy, and caught himself looking for hidden threats several times. As if the Marauders were hidden waiting for an ambush. Ridiculous. Still, Severus turned his attention to his Sense, careful not to prod too deeply in case his friends had learnt about Sensing during their studies or were sensitive enough his prodding would trigger their Magic unconsciously. Only his goblin training prevented him from cursing out loud. The faint unease he had struggled to notice in Lucius while in Malfoy Manor now was stronger and mirrored in Evan and Jonathan. So obvious that Severus wondered how he could have missed it. It was also present on his grandfather but very faintly.
He felt his heart plummet as this all but confirmed his suspicions.
"Hoy Master Genius!"
Severus abruptly focused back on his friends.
"You were gone far away Brother," said Lucius lightly, though Severus caught the hidden worry in his tone.
He smiled sheepishly.
"I just have troubles realizing I'm finally back."
"You bet!" said Evan, clasping him on the shoulder. "I don't know how you did it. I know I would have gone crazy and—"
"You already are!" interrupted Jonathan with a smirk.
"Hey, what are you—"
"Misters!"
Severus was impressed at how only one word from his grandfather immediately made them stop talking.
"We need to leave now if we want to be on time."
"Already? How did time pass so quickly?" whined Evan.
"By talking," answered Severus deadpan, amused as his friend stuck his tongue at him.
They made their way toward the meeting location leisurely, Severus' friends gleefully anticipating the reactions to Severus' return.
"Everyone is so impatient to see you. As if you were the Banshees' singer!" teased Evan, wagging his eyebrows.
"Yes. So impatient to see if you'll raise up to their expectations. Or if you'll show weaknesses they'll be allowed to exploit. They are in for a shock. Especially Bellatrix, she has been particularly moody lately," said Jonathan lightly, though his eyes conveyed his concern.
"I can't wait to watch as our Lord ignores her in your favour. I truly do not understand why Lestrange lets her grovel and debase herself. I know our Lord is impressive but I would not let Narcissa try to seduce him into her bed. Even less in front of all of us," added Lucius.
"Lucius." There was a hint of warning in Lord Prince's voice. "We are almost there."
Severus watched as his brother nodded and pulled on the Malfoy regalia effortlessly. He felt his anxiousness grow at what the meeting would no doubt confirm. Dhaal sent him gentle reassurances through their bond, reminding Severus he would protect him from anything and anyone. He relaxed minutely.
Lucius led them to the Alcazar, their new headquarters, which belonged to the Mulcibers. He walked through several corridors before stopping in front of a door. He put his left arm against it—his Mark surmised Severus, wondering how those with coins entered—and the door opened wide. As soon as Severus crossed the threshold, he was assaulted by the wrongness. Where it had been muted around his friends—more of an afterthought really—it hit him full-force in the gut. Only his training and his Bond with Dhaal prevented him from doubling over and retching. Severus tried to cut his access to the outside Magic, to shield himself from the twisted morass that seemed to cling to the air itself. It was so hard. There were too many wrong people here.
"Severus?"
His grandfather was looking at him with well-disguised alarm. Severus realised he was breathing too fast. And the entire room was silent. Tensed. Kicking himself, Severus took a deep breath and tried to pull himself together at once. This was not how his first meeting back was supposed to happen.
He almost had himself under control when suddenly they were all around him. They were talking to him, patting him on the shoulder. It was too much. Too wrong. He could not breathe. He needed to step back. He needed…
Suddenly, he was safe. Large black wings were protecting him from the wrongness. Dhaal stood in front of him, forcing the other Defenders to step back in a hurry. Breathing shakily, he finally cut the last of the outside Magic stuck to him. Closing his eyes one second, he raised his head. He was Master Daoack of Shields and Crossings. He was Severus Snape, Runes and Potion Master grade I.
Silently, he thanked Dhaal and asked him to stand down. He Sensed his Familiar checking him over before reluctantly letting him past his wings. Severus put a hand on the Thestral's head lightly then looked around the room.
Lucius, Jonathan and Evan looked smug as his gaze crossed their eyes, the latter two making him understand he had explaining to do for not introducing them to Dhaal beforehand. Augustus' face was blank. Most of the other Defenders were either in awe or afraid of Dhaal. Sometimes both. Bellatrix's eyes were shooting daggers at him. Lord Voldemort was watching him as if he was a very interesting puzzle.
"Severus. Welcome back."
He shivered. Even cut off from the outside, Lord Voldemort felt wrong. He had changed since the last time they had met. He looked sharper. Still charismatic. And something else lurked in his eyes that Severus could not decipher but made the hairs on his arms stand on end.
"My Lord," answered Severus, bowing lightly. "It is good to be back."
"Is it so?" shot back the Lord. "You did not look well for an instant."
"My Apprenticeship had me quite secluded, as you must know," answered Severus easily, deciding that admitting to a small weakness now was better than any later rumours. "I only got back this morning and I am still getting used to crowds," he smiled wryly. "The group has grown much while I was gone, my Lord."
He felt the Lord's eyes on him, studying him for any tell of lie or bigger weakness.
"Indeed. Many are joining our cause. I have high hope for the election in seven months." He turned to look at Dhaal. "Will you introduce us, Severus?"
"My Lord, this is Dhaal, my Familiar," ignoring the sounds of surprises—who had they thought Dhaal was if not his Familiar?—he kept on. "Dhaal, meet Lord Voldemort."
Lord Voldemort came closer. Severus felt Dhaal tense, raising up his wings in warning.
"Your Familiar does not like me, Severus," said Lord Voldemort blandly.
"In truth, he does not like many people my Lord," answered Severus.
"I thought you would have spoken to him about me with fondness," shot back the Lord.
"You should see him with people I don't like," smirked Severus.
They had discussed this with Dhaal. How they would behave until they knew enough to find their bearings. They had both agreed Lord Voldemort would value frankness from Severus. It did not make it easier when the entire room was focusing on them.
Unexpectedly, the Lord laughed.
"We missed you Severus. Welcome back, young man," he said with a smile.
Severus bowed to him, smiling back. He was getting used to the wrongness. He could ignore it for now.
Lord Voldemort took Severus by the shoulder, leading him toward two armchairs in the far back of the room. Dhaal followed them, forcing some to be plastered against the walls to let him pass. He did not shrink himself, and ended up mostly hiding Severus and the Lord from view.
"Please sit down Severus. We have much to talk about."
"Am I still welcome to be a Defender?" asked Severus.
"Of course. We will finally have your official introduction to the group. Also we have changed our name," added the Lord, watching Severus carefully.
"I heard," answered Severus. "I prefer Defenders," he added, looking at Lord Voldemort squarely in the eyes.
The Lord laughed again.
"Your bluntness is refreshing, Severus," he said, shaking his head. "But we are Death Eaters now. Can you accept it?"
"I can," answered Severus without hesitation, earning a smile from Lord Voldemort.
"Will you take the Mark?"
The words had barely left the man's lips that Dhaal was in front of Severus.
"Dhaal," said Severus warningly. "We talked about this."
They had. The night before leaving Uusi, when Severus shaken by Drunek's revelations had feared Lord Voldemort was the one with Horcrux troubles—the wrongness was more than mere trouble but he would have to wait another time to panic—they had wondered how to prevent Severus from taking the Mark without looking suspicious. The only possibility they had come up with was that Dhaal would be too possessive of Severus to accept it.
With Dhaal's previous actions this evening, it looked even more logical.
Severus sighed, looking at his Familiar as if annoyed with him. Then he turned to Lord Voldemort.
"I apologise, my Lord. My allegiance is not only mine to give these days," he huffed. "He is very protective. He says I trust people too easily."
The Lord raised an incredulous eyebrow.
"Not something I would say of you Severus."
He shrugged apologetically.
"He says the fact I chose him as my Familiar is proof enough. He is determined to protect me from myself and everyone else," he sighed. "Give him time, my Lord. I believe once he knows you truly, not only from my saying, he will trust you."
The Lord nodded slowly then smiled wryly.
"A Familiar is a true treasure, Severus. I wish I had one, especially as protective as yours. I will endeavour to prove myself worthy of his trust. In the meantime, here."
He gave Severus a Galleon.
Severus took it, carefully opening his Sensing shield, enough to examine the coin but still protect himself from the awful wrongness which permeated the room. He Sensed the communication spell weaved into it, silently admiring the delicacy of the spell, precise and yet complex, to allow for brief messages and warnings. He Sensed too, hidden beneath, a powerful tracking spell. Severus kept his face impassive as he made sure no other spell lurked in a tiny corner of the galleon. Then he looked up to Lord Voldemort who was watching with a spark of curiosity.
Raising an eyebrow at him, Severus smiled wryly.
"Still afraid I am not strong enough to defend myself?"
Severus caught a slight widening in the Lord's eyes, either at his detection of the tracking spell, or more likely to his daring to ask about it. Then he chuckled.
"No, I am certain you are quite capable, certainly more than most are aware," answered Lord Voldemort, as he became serious again. "However, with the tensions between our group and the Ministry as well as Dumbledore, accidents happen. Since Wilkes Senior murder by Aurors, I would rather know where we should go if you disappear suddenly."
Severus nodded thoughtfully. The concern was not uncalled for. Yet, he felt the Lord also desired to keep a tight watch on his followers.
"Would you ask your Familiar to move so I can properly welcome you into the group?" asked Lord Voldemort.
"Of course my Lord."
Dhaal made a show of checking the room before disappearing from view. Severus felt him jump on his shoulder and hid a smile as the others wondered where his Familiar had gone. No doubt he would be the object of gossip for some time.
"Everyone come closer please," called the Lord quietly.
All the Defenders—no, all the Death Eaters came to surround them. Severus was relieved the wrongness did not increase. He checked his walls were holding firmly, strengthening a few areas which looked like they were weakening against the wrongness contact.
"Severus has come back from his Apprenticeship. He only came back this morning yet he is already here tonight, eager to officially become one of us and join the cause he has supported for a long time. Welcome Severus!"
Applauses thundered on them. Most appeared genuinely happy to Severus, although he did not doubt they had various reasons for it. Bellatrix looked murderous until Lord Voldemort's attention fell on her and she immediately turned delighted. Regulus' face wore careful mild approval. The younger man's features had sharpened, and Severus could easily see the future Head of the House of Black in him.
"Now, we are all curious Severus. Which Mastery do you hold today?" asked Lord Voldemort.
There was a hint of challenge in his voice. A warning to be as good as expected.
"Well. I am Herbology Master grade II," said Severus slowly. "As well as Defence against the Dark Arts Master grade II."
"Only grade II?" blurted out Mulciber.
Severus saw Bellatrix grin victoriously. Some looked disappointed. He spotted a few of the younger Slytherins waiting expectantly, as if they knew it could not be all. He really had had a genius reputation in Hogwarts, one he had not realized he had until Lucius' wedding.
"Yes," agreed Severus. "I am quite disappointed not to have managed a triptyque."
"A triptyque?" repeated Mulciber dubiously.
"I am of course Potion Master grade I as well as Runes Master grade I," answered Severus.
The silence was deafening for a few seconds then once more, a torrent of applause inundated Severus.
He met Bellatrix's gaze levelly, not reacting to the naked anger in her eyes. Lord Voldemort needed his knowledge, more than the Lord was even aware of. He did not need Black's madness.
Severus accepted congratulations and well-wishes for his return with a smile, trying to unobtrusively gauge the intent of each of his comrades. It lasted almost half an hour, before Lord Voldemort quietly called order in the room.
"Now that everyone has had his share of Severus," said the Lord with a smile, "we should move on to the order of the day. Mulciber, if you would."
"Of course my Lord."
Severus smoothed out a frown. Mulciber was openly favoured by Lord Voldemort then. Knowing his views on Muggles as well as his most extreme tendencies, it confirmed the shift in policies Severus had observed in his friends' letters. He watched the room surreptitiously, confirming to himself the average age of the participants was under forty.
"Next week, you are giving speeches in Plymouth on the success of the Mentorship, and in Wisbech on creatures rights. It reminds me there are rumours of two potions currently being tested by Saint Mungo for license agreement which could pretend to the reward you offered, my Lord," stated Mulciber.
"This is great news if true," said Lord Voldemort. "We should try to find out more of the specifics before my speech in Wisbech." He added, gazing at the assembly.
A few minutes of debate later, Gibbon and Fleamont were chosen for the task.
"Thank you. Continue Mulciber."
"We estimate the rooms for next week's speeches will be full. We are also planning an intervention against Caradoc Dearborn who accused Slytherins of being the House which creates Dark Lords and should be simply removed from Hogwarts. We lodged an official complaint but as you know, it will be dismissed like all the previous ones on the ground of liberty of speech. We need to vote tonight on the nature of the intervention..."
Severus listened attentively as the group debated over the proper sentence to be attributed. It ranged from publishing articles on Dearborn's embarrassing past trysts to invading his home to show him what provoking Slytherins meant, with creating complications at work for him in between. To Severus, it felt like most were in favour of the later punishment, but gradually, the opinion changed to finally settle on the raid of his home. It was surprising.
Severus carefully observed the rest of the meeting, declining to vote this time as he was not sufficiently aware of the situation and so would feel presumptuous to offer any advice. He assured Lord Voldemort he would be up to date in a few days, and caught approval in his eyes.
He was impressed with his grandfather who never openly disagreed one way or another but subtly found angles to make the group question themselves. What unsettled him as the meeting ended was that from his observation tonight, the marked Death Eaters always voted for the same option in the end. It echoed with one comment Evan had written Severus of all being the same. He clearly needed to study the Mark more closely. But who could he ask without raising suspicion, especially if as he suspected, the Mark could influence its bearer? Severus felt dread at the idea that Lord Voldemort's instability caused by his Horcrux was spreading through the mark to Lucius and his friends.
As the meeting drew to an end, people began speaking in small groups, clearly using the occasion to gossip.
"Welcome back Severus."
"Thank you Regulus," answered Severus, "It is a pleasure to be back."
"I am glad your Apprenticeship was fruitful," said the younger man lightly.
"So am I," concurred Severus. Even more than you can imagine he added to himself.
"You're a symbol for us, Lord Voldemort has held you in example numerous times. If you would not mind, I would really like to speak with you about my future academic options," said Regulus quietly.
"It would be my pleasure," answered Severus truthfully, though he suspected Regulus wished to talk of more sensitive subjects than academics.
"I hate to impose on you but I'm certain you will soon be submerged with demands, so would tomorrow be convenient to meet?"
"I'm free in the afternoon," answered Severus, keeping his morning free to practice Taichichuan and then visit Narcissa and Draco. Lucius had allowed him until the end of the week to visit them but the sooner he faced those two the better.
"Perfect. Let's say two o'clock. Would you rather come to my parents' home or...?" trailed of Regulus.
"It might be easier if I can show you some of my experiments," answered Severus, unwilling to put himself inside any Black's home and thinking they would not be as free to talk if Regulus' parents were around. "Why don't you come to my home?" he proposed.
"If you do not mind..."
"I insist."
"Then I accept with gratitude," concluded Regulus. "Thank you Severus."
"You're welcome," answered Severus. He wondered if Regulus had noticed the Mark influence. He was a Black, intent on honouring his House motto. He might be the one Severus could convince to let him examine his Mark.
Regulus joined his family while Severus went to Lucius and Jonathan. His grandfather had left while Severus was talking with Regulus and Evan was with Mulciber's group.
"I am going to Dryhtenhold to dine with Narcissa," said Lucius quietly. "Do you wish to come?"
"I would rather go home," answered Severus, aware of his Brother's disappointment. "But if you would have me for lunch tomorrow..."
"Done," immediately agreed Lucius with a smile.
"Then lunch with Evan and I the next day Severus?" asked Jonathan
"Of course," agreed Severus. They had barely had the time to talk today.
They did not linger, wishing each other good night then going back to their respective home after waving to Evan from afar.
Severus was exhausted, happy and concerned when he arrived home. He barely tasted the light meal Tuei had prepared before getting ready to sleep.
As he laid in his bed, he quietly updated his to-do list. This was one habit he had kept and improved during his Apprenticeship. Writing down important things and thoughts in his mind allowed him to quiet down and go to sleep. He had had to create a grimoire in his lab as his wall was too small for all his experimental ideas and thoughts, but he kept his general to-do list on his wall.
Its contents had changed since Hogwarts, in ways Severus had not expected.
To do quickly:
Care about the garden, brew potions for sale, congratulate Jonathan for being made prefect, learn more about Goblins, get information on the sponsorships available in multi-fields in England and abroad.
Check if Regulus, Evan and Jonathan aware of wrongness
Check if grandfather aware of wrongness
Meet Narcissa and Lucius and Draco
To do within a month:
Find out what's wrong with friends, cannot only be exposure to Lord Voldemort (need to study the Mark)
Find Lord Voldemort's Horcrux (Horcruxes?)
Meet grandfather
To do within a year:
Repay his Mentor, repay professor Flitwick, repay Lucius, deepen Occlumency study, write to Hagrid, improve knowledge of bond magic, cancel Dumbledore's oath.
Meet Lily? Meet Petunia?
Meet Grandmother?
Accept or not Professor McGonagall's Apprenticeship proposal
To do within 5 years:
Vanquish Lycanthropy, get revenge on the Marauders, study healing magic. Research if discoveries on Werewolves applies to Vampires and Muggles to adapt Potions to them (same for babies?), Establish a contract with Vilde's Family? Study Muggle research and chemistry.
To do within 10 years:
Become potion master grade I, study Muggles, Wizards, Vampires and Werewolves to see differences and if all are the same species with mutation
To do one day:
Get to know his Grandparents or not, do the Ritual or not, get revenge on Dumbledore.