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Chapter 19

Being Able To See And Plans

Severus guided Harry down to his potions lab, keeping a keen eye on him. Harry would never be able to get down here on his own, there were wards preventing him from doing so. They would remain until Severus was sure he could trust Harry never to come down here unaccompanied. It was like giving a child access to a kitchen, and allowing them to play over boiling water. It was just asking for trouble, and Harry wouldn't just get burnt in a potions lab, the potions could end up having a number of affects on him. He was a Slytherin, better safe than sorry was one of their mottos. Severus felt his mouth twitch, Harry was trying to look at absolutely everything, squinting as well. In a few moments it wouldn't be necessary, the potion he was giving Harry will perfect his eyesight.

"This is my potions lab, Harry. I brew potions in here, they make people better, heal them. I have a potion I want you to take, it will heal your eyes and allow you to see better. Much easier than glasses, which can be lost or broken all the time." said Severus plucking the vial from the shelf where he'd put it to cool down. "These potions taste…a little horrible but you have to drink it all, I will give you something afterwards to wash away the taste… do you understand?" he asked kneeling down beside the child, his green eyes wide in apprehension and wonder at what potions could do. He could loose himself for hours in those eyes, so similar to Lily's yet jaded in a way Lily's never got, even after the war had started.

Harry nodded silently, staring at the vial, so badly wanting to ask if it hurt. Yet he just couldn't bring himself to ask, his questions had always been followed with beatings or words of scorn. Nobody usually wanted to hear him speaking, yet this man said he wanted…verebal, no verbal answers it must mean he wants to hear Harry's words. His life had changed so much in the past however many days, and he was still getting used to it. "Yes sir." he said quietly after a few seconds.

"Good," said Severus his black eyes glinting with pride, he uncorked the vial and passed it over. Harry's tiny hands wrapped around it, before he, with courage Severus didn't think he would have had, if he'd been through what Harry had. He drank it without pause, his nose scrunching up a little, at the taste. Severus took the empty vial back, a small barely noticeable smile on his face. "Good boy, I'm proud of you." the words sounded so foreign on his lips, but he had to use them. He had to build up the trust between them, and Harry build, a better image of himself. He needed some self esteem, especially before going to Hogwarts. Otherwise the students would rip him apart, and he wasn't going to allow that to happen.

An unsure smile flittered across Harry's face; it would take a long while to get used to that. He could feel prickling at the back of his eyes, he couldn't help himself; he was just about to rub his eyes to get the itch away. When Severus calmly and carefully placed his large hands in Harry's own. Stopping him from doing anything, then out of nowhere he could see. The haze lifted from his eyesight, he could see the black buttons on Severus' cloak. The dust floating in the air and for the first time he saw Severus' face properly. It was stern looking, yet his eyes to him were soft and filled with an emotion he didn't understand. His fingers were really long, and soft on his hands, never once hurting him.

"Better?" asked Severus sounding amused. As Harry took everything in for the first time, able to see accurately.

"Yes sir!" said Harry in astounded wonder.

"Come on then, let's go," said Severus guiding Harry from the room, keeping one of his hands linked with Harry's. For once not walking in long strides, it was odd how used to change he got. Talking in a manner Harry would understand, speaking without snarling, walking slow it really was a wonder. Especially coming from a man who didn't do change well.

Once Severus got back up to the study, he found an additional owl waiting on him. Not many people knew he was here, so it was most probably a school owl, which meant Minerva. Letting Harry's hand go he opened the package and found within it, a box full of fun things for a child Harry's age to play with, all brand new. There was also a bundle of clothes, snitch onesie, a Quidditch onesie, even a bear onesie. Harry was much too old to wear something like this, at least to him, yet they were for his size. He'd missed out on so much. Perhaps he would enjoy wearing it; he had a lot of catching up to do after all.

"Harry look what your new godmother got for you," said Severus wryly, showing him it. The look on Harry's face nearly, nearly sent him into peals of laughter. His eyebrow was raised, his nose twitching and he had a look that said 'what the hell'. Of course it was gone as quickly as it had appeared. "Touch it."

Harry attentively stepped forward touching the material and gasping, it was the softest thing he'd ever felt before in his life. He would wear them, just to feel how soft they were, no matter how…they looked.

Severus put a few blankets on the floor; the floors were cold, marble and wood. This way he could play without getting sore or cold for that matter. He placed the colouring in book and unbreakable crayons on the floor as well. "Go on then, you go play I have some things I need to do." said Severus guiding Harry to the little play spot he'd made for him. "Don't worry I'm not going anywhere, I'll be right over there." he said upon seeing the fear on Harry's face. He pointed towards his desk, and he calmed down and nodded quietly.

"Good boy," said Severus, before sitting down on his seat, reading the letter Minerva had written him. Without even trying it seemed he had a spy within Hogwarts. Dumbledore was oblivious of anything happening, still unhappy that he couldn't get in touch with Severus. Or rather still angry that Severus had left without as much as a word. He had updates on where exactly Figg was; evidently Minerva had cast a tracking charm on her. Not that it would be there long if he had his way.

Once all his correspondence was read and he'd replied, he brought out an official piece of paper. One that had the Prince insignia on it, dipping it into the black ink he hovered his pen over it as he thought about what to say.

Grick,

I would like to enquire about making an appointment at Gringotts at your earliest convenience. I need a complete scan done upon my young charge, Harry James Potter- Prince- Snape. A previous scan uncovered a binding charm upon his magic, and I wish it to be removed as soon as possible; and to find anything else that might have not been unearthed by a normal scan.

Once the scan results have been revealed, I wish for the binding charms to be removed. I may need to remain longer, or make another appointment depending on the results of the scan.

While I am there, I would like to have a look at Harry Potter's inheritance, which he will receive upon reaching his majority. To enquire if the Potter's wills have been read and the results shared.

Severus Snape

Heir of the Prince Estate

Once he was done, he burnt the red block and allowed it to drip upon the closed and sealed envelope. Plucking the ring from the desk he pushed it into the melted wax and held it there a few seconds. Removing it, he nodded in satisfaction he placed the letter upon the owl that came with Minerva's letter.

"Take this to Gringotts at once, await a reply." said Severus, opening the window allowing the owl to fly, knowing it understood what he said. He would reply to Minerva's letter once the owl returned.

Severus looked over at Harry and his lips twitched; he was a great deal like his mother. More than Severus would have ever noticed when Harry was eleven years old. His tongue was peeked out between his lips, his brow scrunched up as he coloured in. Trying not to go over the lines, using appropriate colours as well. It's the same look Lily had supported often enough, while she was drawing or colouring in, even writing or completing her homework.

Turning back around, he had one more letter to write; tonight he and Lucius would have some…revenge on Harry's behalf. Sooner or later the Dursley's would pay as well; it irked him that he couldn't immediately have his revenge. One would say what Lucius was putting them through was worse than death. Especially to people like Petunia Dursley who cared about what others thought of her. It would be a huge embarrassment to her, and Severus revelled in it.

Dipping his quill into the ink he wrote a short letter to Lucius.

Lucius,

Tonight. 8 PM. Be ready.

S.

P.S - Can Narcissa watch him?

He couldn't write his or Harry's name in it, just in case it was intercepted. It didn't reveal anything incriminating, nor give away what they were doing or who he was. Nodding in satisfaction, he folded it up and placed it in the owl's pouch. Giving it one more treat, before saying "Go on Herman, of you go - go home."

Screeching the owl took off, Severus watched him go until he was nothing but a spot on the landscape. Harry seemed to really like him; maybe it was time to get an owl of his own. Until now he'd had no need for one, since there were so many in Hogwarts ready and eager to be used. He rarely got any correspondence at Hogwarts; in fact since he left he seemed to get more than he had in all his years working. Although he had admittedly been distant with the Malfoy family. With good reason, he was a spy and it was a dangerous business. They knew, and if Lucius thought it would save his family he'd give him away in a heartbeat. He was a Slytherin, it was expected he supposed. Although there relationship was changing, they were closer than before.

"Dinner is ready sir," said a house elf popping in once again scaring Harry out of his wits. Sudden moves made him scared; it was no wonder after all he'd been through. Someone popping in just made it ten times worse, it could have been worse all things considered. Since coming here he was seeing magic performed, he hadn't said anything about it yet. Part of Severus suspected Harry still saw himself as a freak. That they would call him that as well, after all it's all Harry knew.

Severus was also surprised Harry's magic hadn't reacted yet. Without magic needing to heal him, his magic was at…how shall we say, a loose end. It had nothing to do, sooner or later it will react to Harry's emotions. That's when the real tests would be put to it for Harry; he would have to ensure he properly praised him. Let him know without about he did good. "Hungry Harry?" enquired Severus softly; unable to believe how quickly the day had gone. Soon Harry would be going to bed and he…would get his much needed revenge on Arabella Figg.

"Yes sir," said Harry shyly, before he began to tidy away the crayons and closing the book.

Severus didn't stop him, knowing it was a good thing to continue. He hated messes, and true to his word he would enforce Harry's chores. He would keep his room clean and tidy. "Would you like to take one set up the stairs to your bedroom with you Harry?" he needed to remember to get the rest of the boxes unpacked so he could play with them.

Harry remained silent, biting his little lip his green eyes wary.

"Leave that set here, this set will go up the stairs with us." said Severus when it became apparent Harry just couldn't decide for fear of making the wrong one. He'd get there sooner or later. Box in one hand, he gestured for Harry with his other. Getting up he held onto Severus as they made for the dining area.

"Drink this, it will make you big and strong in a few months." said Severus handing over the uncorked vial. Harry did as he was told without arguing. Was it wrong of Severus to want him to argue? Surely it had to be, since he hated children who disobeyed. Yet here he was, changing his opinion, he'd rather disobedient to stifling obedient beaten down children.

Harry just swallowed it, and drank some orange juice to wash the taste away.

"Do you know what this is Harry?" asked Severus removing something from his pocket and handing it to the boy.

"No sir," said Harry they were heavy in his hand.

"This is our money, the bronze ones are Knuts, Silver ones are Sickles and the gold ones are called Galleons. For being a good boy I'm giving you one Sickle and a Knut. Every week if you are good, I will give you a gold one, a Galleon. You can save it up for whatever you want. Sweets, toys, anything." said Severus softly. He was only giving Harry a Sickle and a Knut for now since that was all the change he had. He would as promised give him a Galleon every week, perhaps on a Friday; he would work out a schedule if it killed him. Harry might be a bit young, but the younger he learned the more he'd retain. They did say that in all the books, they absorbed anything when they were young, like a sponge. It was the same as what Draco got, so there would be no jealousy if they became friends once Harry settled down.

Harry's breathing hitched, his green eyes clouded with tears as he nodded, swallowing the lump in his throat. His small hand clutched the coins close; things were happening too rapidly he barely had time to understand it. Money, toys, clothes, the softest feeling pyjamas, the Dursley's and Mrs Figg being wrong, the magic, and the wonderful potion to make him see. The warm baths, not being sore, never being hit, being told he was good, more important the most wonderful filling food he'd ever had. If this was how it really was going to be like all the time, then he really did want adopted.

For once in Harry Potter's life hope begun to spring like a rising inferno.

"Eat up little one," said Severus soothingly, hiding his awkwardness, Harry looked as if he was going to cry…all he'd done was give him some pocket change. No that's not all he'd done had it? He cared, that's what was probably getting through to the child. The food was cut up for him, the house elves were truly overcompensating. It somehow didn't surprise him they somehow already knew about his ward/son's childhood. Oh he could barely wait, he half wanted to give Harry a dreamless sleep so he could leave, have some err...some fun with Figg. Unfortunately Lucius wouldn't be here until eight anyway, so it would be a fruitless endeavour. He would indeed still have to wait.

Chapter 20

Revenge Death Eater Style

Severus entered his office, having heard an owl, he could tell by looking at it that it was a Gringotts owl. Taking the letter he barely paid attention to the owl, and opened it up hoping he wouldn't have to wait weeks. The sooner the bonds were removed from Harry's magic the better. Merlin bonding a child's magic it was the worst thing anyone could do to someone. At least in his opinion; Lily would have been furious beyond words. She might have been 'Muggle born' but she'd known about magic and everything he knew at the age of eight.

Mr. Prince-Snape

Given the dire nature of the contents written in your letter, we have made an appointment for nine o'clock tomorrow morning, reserving the room for the entire day. We are pleased to hear someone from the magical community is taking care of Harry Potter-Snape and his finances, which are in dire need of direction.

Healer Griek will attend to the scan; if you wish a witch or wizard to be present let us know immediately.

Quinti

Head of Potter estate

Gringotts, Diagon Alley

Severus nodded in satisfaction, tomorrow would be a busy day, and it was a good thing he'd decided to deal with Arabella Figg tonight. Speaking of which, Lucius should be here any minute, it was going on eight o'clock. Harry was asleep, he'd put on his onesie (the bear one) that Minerva had given him, and seemed content to wear it despite his earlier reservations. Severus would never admit it but he did look adorable in them.

"Can I see Harry?" asked a childish voice from the lobby, Severus smirked; it shouldn't surprise him that Draco was still awake. Narcissa spoiled him too much, he understood the desire, he wanted to do that to Harry yet he wouldn't, couldn't do it. Harry would have whatever he wanted, yet he'd be grounded, he'd know who was in charge, know to listen to him.

"I am afraid not, he's sleeping, as should you be Draco Malfoy," said Severus making his appearance.

"Uncle Sev!" grinned Draco toothily at his godfather, already reaching out of his mother's reach wanting the man.

"You are one heavy boy," said Severus taking Draco into his arms, so much heavier than Harry was that's for sure.

Draco just giggled at his godfather, hugging him and giving Severus a sloppy kiss, unaware of his reputation. It was holding Draco close like this that made him realize how affected Harry was. The child he'd rescued was polar opposite, he hoped one day that Harry may be like Draco - happy, carefree, but he knew the lasting affect abuse had on children. He was still affected by what happened to him, and it was nowhere hear as bad as what happened to Harry. He'd been hit a few times, dressed in clothes that were to big for him, but nothing like what had happened to Harry with the Dursley's.

"Is he still in the same room Severus?" asked Narcissa.

"He is, but he shouldn't wake up, at least he hasn't done so previous nights." explained Severus.

"Why can't I see him?" asked Draco pouting childishly.

"He sleeps a great deal, he's been sick Draco." said Severus, explaining it the only way he could to a five year old child.

"Will he be okay now?" said Draco solemnly.

"He will Severus is helping him." said Lucius reassuring his son before Severus could.

"With Potions?" said Draco, knowing his godfather loved brewing.

"Mostly," said Severus in agreement.

"Ready to go?" asked Lucius a twinkle in his eye.

"Indeed," said Severus his voice changing slightly. "There's things in the office he can play with." as long as he didn't break them, he didn't want Harry to think he had to share his things. At least not without his consent anyway, having nothing of his own Harry would probably be possessive of his things. He knew because he had been touchy about anyone using anything of his, still was actually.

"Thank you, Severus." said Narcissa, there was no need she'd brought a bag full of toys for Draco to play with.

"So where is she?" asked Lucius.

"Hotel," said Severus wryly, "I have the exact location I'll side along Apparate you."

Lucius nodded curtly, kissing his son goodbye before Narcissa wandered through to the living room.

"Let's go get her," said Lucius, nobody hurt a wizarding child and got away with it, whether he was half blood or not...although with two pureblood names under his belt, he was purer than himself if one wanted to argue. Prince and the Potter names were known way back before the founder time; Lucius couldn't say the same about his own family.

Severus took hold of Lucius, wrapping his magic around both of them and Apparated straight into Arabella Figg's room in America. The first thing they both registered was the daylight; it was still morning here, six hours or there about behind the UK. Severus blinked, feeling dizzy at the length of the Apparation; it had expended a lot of his magic to get here. It was a good job he was so powerful, otherwise he wouldn't have made.

Severus and Lucius stiffened, their wands flicked from their holsters they observed humming coming from the bathroom. Staring at each other, silently coming up with a plan. Severus flicked his wand, wordlessly creating a silencing spell so nobody would hear anything and come running. They didn't want their fun ruined after all, Veritaserum was dropped into the orange juice, and Figg had ordered room service by the looks of things. With that done both men shimmered from view having just cast disillusion spells on themselves. A squib like Figg would never be able to sense them.

They observed her humming still as she came out of the bathroom, thank Merlin she was fully dressed - they didn't want that image in mind. She wore a pair of jeans with a long sleeved cotton jumper, nothing like the women he'd imagined. Severus leaned against the wall, he had best take a potion to replenish his magic otherwise he wouldn't be able to join in the fun. He didn't dare yet, not wanting to rouse Figg's suspicion as she began eating the fancy food in front of her.

Sitting back smugly, Arabella looked around very content with her life. Keeping an eye out on Potter for all this was to her, well worth it. Five star hotels, all the money she could spend, this was the life. She did admittedly miss her cats when she went on holiday, but they were only part of her cover. Playing the part of a batty old woman grew tiresome at times. Everyone underestimated her because of it, continued to speak as they passed her as well. It had been fun to begin with, she was hoping to leave it all behind when Potter turned eleven and joined Hogwarts. With a bit of luck Albus would let her go back home, she hated Privet Drive despite how clean and tidy it was. The only draw back was that bloody Dudley boy, she hated him and how he picked on everyone. If they didn't stop it he would only get worse over the years. Sighing in ease, she picked up her freshly squeezed orange juice and drank it in three large gulps, already pouring herself another cup from the pitcher when she received the fright of her life, causing the juice to go flying as she shrieked in terror at the sight of them. Unable to form a coherent sentence, her blue eyes wider than they had ever been before.

"Well this isn't a nice welcome," sneered Lucius his silvery blue eyes flashing dangerously. Watching Severus drink a potion, he did look a little dizzy but afterwards he was his normal self.

Arabella's eyes automatically went to her handbag, she had an emergency Portkey, which she'd been instructed only to use in a life of death situation. Special made to activate upon a word despite her not having magic. This was exactly that, breathing ragged, she delved onto the sofa, opening the bag up only for it to be summoned from her hands. "NO!" she shrieked as it was reduced to dust, not only had the Portkey been in there but every penny she had. She didn't trust banks, wizarding or Muggle; she always got checks from him and kept it close by always. "What do you want?" she added darkly, showing the first hint of the horrible women hidden from view, one who had been tossed aside by her family when they found out she didn't have magic.

"Tut, tut, tut, now didn't your parents teach you any manners whatsoever before they kicked you out?" sneered Lucius digging the knife into the wound. What he found ironic was the fact she'd kept their name even after getting married going by the name of Mrs Figg. Perhaps the fact names were important in the magical world had ingrained in her mind; either that or she'd done it to piss her parents off.

Arabella snarled at him acting very much like a cat.

"She's spent too much time with animals hasn't she Lucius?" sneered Severus his back eyes glinting dangerously, promising Figg a world of pain.

"I agree," replied Lucius a sadistic grin on his face, oh how he'd missed this, scaring people to death, having them trembling in fear of him. No he'd never been a good man, and he never pretended to be.

"What do you want?" whispered Arabella trying to make herself smaller; she had no means of contacting anyone in the magical community here.

"What's your purpose living at Wisteria Walk?" asked Severus, with the potion diluted it needed time to get into the blood stream.

"I won't tell you anything," said Arabella, her face paling at their words, how did they know? Only Dumbledore knew about her placement there. It had been kept top secret, especially with it being so close to Harry Potter's residence. Were they after the boy? She wasn't about to give her life to save him. Backing away at their twin looks of fury, swallowing thickly. "He's in Privet Drive, number four Privet Drive." she squeaked, utterly terrified. If anything it didn't improve their mood, it darkened it considerably.

"I think you'll find he's not," sneered Severus unable to believe it, this was why he'd been so furious to begin with. A squib watching over Harry! A squib that had no means to defend herself, and the first sign of trouble what did she do? Reveal where he was, which sealed his hatred of the woman. Thankfully Harry was out of there and they weren't there to hunt him down.

"What is your purpose at Wisteria Walk?" demanded Lucius.

"To keep an eye on Harry Potter," she said, clasping her hand over her mouth, looking around in panic she had not meant to say that.

"What were your exact orders?" said Severus sitting himself down on one of the chairs, they might be here a while.

Figg started to rise of the couch, eyeing the door as if to make her great escape. Unfortunately both men saw, and acted accordingly, binding her to the couch stopping her from moving. When she did move, she noticed the bindings would tighten further. "To make sure he didn't find out about the magical world, inform him if anyone magical came by." she confessed unwillingly. Closing her eyes in terror, they must have cast a truth spell on her, or something.

"You babysat him did you not?" asked Lucius his voice soothingly deceptive.

"I did," agreed Figg, struggling some more, where were they going with this? Why were they here? And what had Snape meant when he said Harry wasn't at Privet Drive? Had they already killed the boy? If so that meant Dumbledore might know and she could have a chance of surviving…he knew where she was after all, she'd sent her the paperwork for the holiday.

"Did you know about the abuse?" growled Severus; this next question would seal her fate.

"Yes," replied Figg beginning to sweat, if they didn't want to harm the boy…well there was only one other reason they could be here. Revenge, but no Snape hated James Potter; she knew that much from Dumbledore, the same probably went for the boy.

"Why didn't you help him?" hissed Lucius his teeth clenched, fingering his wand, wanting so badly to just curse her. So much for Severus being the impatient one, but there wasn't very many ways one could destroy a Squib's life, not with Dumbledore in her life. Even if she regretted it, they would have to kill her, she was a witness and Lucius didn't leave witnesses lying around. It was just asking for trouble and to be caught as well. He may not have been overly fond of the Potter boy before this week, but damn he was the same age as his son! The thought of anyone being harmed in such a way, especially by Muggles made him so utterly livid.

"Help him? Why should I? Nobody helped me." said Figg bitterly.

"You allowed the abuse of an innocent boy who saved your fucking life to get back at your parents?" snarled Severus standing up an enraged look crossing his face. Not just her life but he'd saved the entire magical world! Oh Lily was rolling in her grave, he knew without a doubt Lily would have killed this woman before him. Whether it landed her in prison or not, Lily had loved her son with a zealot's passion.

Lucius stood there still as a statue unable to believe his own ears. He'd done many things in his life, for his own belief's but never once to get back at anyone. Also never harming an innocent child, no matter what the public might think, he'd only ever fought people who had fought back.

"Yes," admitted Figg before screaming in agony, writhing in agony, falling from the sofa as she jerked around. The spell had come from Severus, who had a look of pure loathing on his face, one that not even Black had been able to entice from him. He showed no signs of letting up either, his wand and hand remaining a steady despite using a spell he hadn't used in six perhaps seven years.

Lucius watched the proceedings; he'd never seen Snape like this in all the time he'd known him. Raising his own hand, the one without his wand, and jerked Severus' arm down stopping the curse. Severus turned his wrath onto him, but Lucius was understandably quick to explain himself. "She doesn't deserve to go quickly." his own face not much better than Severus'. She would have ended up insane, and while that was punishment - he wanted her to feel everything they did to her. He again made a vow never to make a move on Harry; there was no way he wanted to face a furious Severus Snape. Being on his side he was even intimidated by him, not that he'd admit it while he was alive.

Severus just nodded grimly coming back to himself, the rage receding slightly allowing him to think straight.

"Stop," choked Figg, as the tears flooded down her face, jerking occasionally the after affects of the curse.

"You chose your own fate," said Lucius "Crucio!" using the curse himself, it caused the worst sort of pain imaginable, its nothing more than she deserved, he did make sure not to keep it on too long. No, this was going to be slow and painful. She deserved worse, but they would feel better by the end of it.

"Please," she begged once it was removed, unable to even lift her head to beg, her hand outstretched, begging for mercy from the two wizards.

"How many times do you think Harry has said that during his short life?" scowled Lucius letting up, not deterred by her weak begs of mercy. She'd never given Harry any, so they weren't giving her it.

"Dumbledore knew, please, I was only following orders." rasped Figg, relived beyond believe that the truth potion was gone from her system.

"Where you?" said Severus.

"No," said Figg, closing her eyes so much for that theory.

"Sectumsempra!" snarled Severus loosing control of his temper. The spell hit Arabella with precision that Severus had perfected over the years. Not that it had been hard, she wasn't moving, and Severus was very good at hitting moving targets. Blood immediately began spilling from her wounds as thousands of cuts appeared all over her. Unable to scream as one slash had cut through her throat she moaned in agony, trying to curl up in defensive position.

Standing over Figg, he knelt down, grabbing her face not caring if he hurt her, "That's for Harry," he told her in a calm voice. He watched as every ounce of life drained from the miserable disgusting woman in front of him. He just hoped she'd regretted her actions before the end.

"Well that was fun," said Lucius but if you looked close enough you'd see he was paler than normal and wary at the speed and efficiency that Severus had ended her life.

"We must burn the remains," said Severus, he wasn't about to let himself be caught.

"I'll clean up," said Lucius, flicking his wand and the blood disappeared, before he began to make sure nothing was out of the ordinary. They would just assume she wasn't here, when her time was up at the hotel…well they wouldn't find her. Things happened to tourists all the time, nothing suspicious about that.

"Let's go," said Severus.

"Hold on, I'll take us to a forest." said Lucius and he knew the perfect one. Wrapping his magic around both of them he Apparated away the remains of Figg close beside them. They reappeared in the forest of dean, Lucius watched his friend drop the remains as if it disgusted him to even touch her.

"Fiendfyre!" cast Severus, stepping back watching the fire spread rapidly, it was a dangerous spell, certainly not one taught at Hogwarts. Both of them quickly cast a drenching spell, stopping the forest of dean from being reduced to naught but ash. Banishing the ashes they let out a breath it was done.

"Prince Hall?" suggested Lucius.

Severus nodded curtly before they individually Apparated to Severus' new home.

"How did it go?" asked Narcissa looking up, Draco was asleep in her arms.

Severus just shook his head; he didn't want to talk about it.

"Let's go home," said Lucius.

Narcissa gave Severus a curious look but knew not to push him, when he didn't want to talk he wouldn't. No about of pressure or begging would get him to do so. Passing Draco over to his father, she Apparated them home.

Severus walked up the steps and made his way not to his own room but to Harry's. Opening the door he stared in at the sleeping child, a half smile twisting on his face. The covers had fallen off him; his little bear was curled up in the middle of the bed sleeping peacefully if the look on his face was anything to go by. Walking towards the bed, he replaced the covers, plans for tomorrow already making its way into his mind.

Severus crouched down at the graveyard, right next to Lily's tombstone, his face a mask of pain. Right next to him was her son, who was as always, quieter than a mouse. He had wondered if he'd made the right decision to bring Harry here, but shoved them from his mind. Children younger than Harry were brought here to see loved ones every day. Harry should have been brought here before this it just wasn't fair on anyone.

"Your mother was a brilliant witch Harry, very powerful; she loved you a great deal. I know that she would have wanted to stay with you, watch you grow up. Unfortunately that isn't possible, go on put the flowers down," said Severus watching him closely. He just looked lost, forlorn really, still getting used to this new life.

"You can talk to her if you like, she may not respond but she will hear you." said Severus, someway; somehow he knew Lily was still watching her son.

If anything this just made Harry shut down even more if possible.

Sitting down on the grass, he sat Harry down on his knee, feeling extremely ridiculous. "I first met your mum when she was eight years old…" confided Severus, watching Harry's eyes widen, deciding against telling the young child he'd been watching her before that. "She was at the park; Lily was swinging up and down on the swing set. Then out of the blue she jumped off and began to float down to the ground as if she didn't weight more than a feather. She was only eight but she had very good control of her magic, making it do what she wanted to." so much more than accidental magic.

Harry blinked continuing to listen to him talk about his mum, how they'd become friends and how magical she was.

He didn't make her sound like a freak, like his Aunt had the few times she'd been mentioned. Nor did they sound like drunks; he wasn't sure what to believe anymore. The story seemed so true, he didn't know why but he could feel how much it hurt the man to talk about his mum. She looked so beautiful in the picture, and happy with him in her arms…not at all like a drunk…as if he knew what they looked like. He found it hard to understand she was under him, but he did understand that she was dead, gone and never to return. He watched Severus through his too long fringe feeling overwhelmed.

"I'm afraid we have to go now," said Severus helping Harry up before getting to his own feet as well. "Do you want to say goodbye?"

"Goodbye," said Harry shyly, as if his mother was there and he'd been introduced for the first time.

"Good boy," said Severus taking Harry's hand in his, stepping away, he'd let Harry visit Potter at another date. He had an appointment in Gringotts in fifteen minutes. With that he walked away from the grave of his best friend, and the child's mother, they would be back one day.

I'll sing it one last time for you

Then we really have to go

You've been the only thing that's right

In all I've done

And I can barely look at you

But every single time I do

I know we'll make it anywhere

Away from here

Light up, light up

As if you have a choice

Even if you cannot hear my voice

I'll be right beside you dear

Louder louder

And we'll run for our lives

I can hardly speak I understand

Why you can't raise your voice to say

To think I might not see those eyes

Makes it so hard not to cry

And as we say our long goodbye

I nearly do

Light up, light up

As if you have a choice

Even if you cannot hear my voice

I'll be right beside you dear

Louder louder

And we'll run for our lives

I can hardly speak I understand

Why you can't raise your voice to say

Slower slower

We don't have time for that

All I want's to find an easy way

To get out of our little heads

Have heart, my dear

We're bound to be afraid

Even if it's just for a few days

Making up for all this mess

Light up, light up

As if you have a choice

Even if you cannot hear my voice

I'll be right beside you dear

Snow Patrol - Run

Chapter 21

Gringotts

Severus guided Harry into Gringotts; it was plain as day that Harry was terrified. His body was shaking; he'd taken one look at the goblins and nearly peed himself. Once they were out public view he crouched down beside the terrified child, wondering once again if Harry would ever be a happy normal child. His green eyes were larger than Severus had yet to see them, and it made his heart clench in agony, those green eyes were going to be the death of him he was sure of it. He could see what Harry really looked like, but to the public, he had red hair, green eyes, and looked to be three years old not five. He on the other hand looked twenty, blonde hair, his normal eye and as always tall but not so intimidating with that disguise. The goblins of course could see through the disguse so once he was in private he removed them.

"Calm down little one, they won't hurt you," said Severus, "In fact they are here to help you."

Harry stared at Severus as if he'd lost his mind; they looked as though they wanted to eat him. He couldn't believe he felt so afraid, he hated the fact he was showing his fear. At the Dursley's he was able to control it, but his life had turned upside down. He'd gone from a cupboard to a beautiful big bedroom with someone who seems to care. It had torn down all his defences, and as much as he tried he was unable to put them back up.

"Harry I promise you, aren't going to be hurt, nobody will ever hit you again." said Severus honestly. He could see Harry still doubted him; unfortunately Harry would just have to come to trust him on his own. No about of force or words would help the situation, but one day, maybe one day he'd have Harry's full trust.

Harry just nodded, doing what was expected of him, knowing I was better than being hurt for disagreeing. His uncle had drummed that into him since he could remember.

"Let's go," said Severus retaking a hold of Harry's hand and leading him into the office, exactly at the right time they were expected. Placing Harry in the seat, knowing by now he always attempted to sit on the floor. He then took his own seat, staring at the two goblins in the room impassively. One of them was a healer, he had decided against any healer knowing Harry was here, even the one who'd originally healed Harry but he did have his results with him.

"Right on time, Mr. Prince Snape, I assume you'd like to get right to it?" asked Quinti giving the child a curious look; he seemed frankly freaked out by them. Given Snape's information he understood this was probably the first time he'd seen them. It wasn't his first encounter with the Potter heir, his mother had brought him just days after he'd been born, changing her will.

"Here is the results of the first scan, it's when we first detected the…abnormality." said Severus, saying abnormality with the merest whisper. He did not want Harry thinking he was the abnormality, especially with the words Petunia had spewed at him. No doubt Harry wasn't unfamiliar with that word and many others. The Goblins had no problem hearing him.

"I'll take that," said Healer Griek taking the results. He immediately opened it and began reading the contents. Griek stared up at Harry in shock before reading once again; barely able to believe the boy had survived everything that had happened to him. His long brown gangly hand tightened on the paper before he added. "I may need to do a ritual to find out what this is."

"I suspected as much," said Severus admittedly. "I assume any potion would interfere?"

"It would." said Griek. "Fortunately it's painless and Mr. Potter-Snape wouldn't feel a thing."

"That's not the problem, as you can see he's not used to the magical world." said Severus. "He's quite frankly terrified enough without a ritual being performed."

"I can understand that," agreed the goblin healer, "It is down to him."

"Give us a moment," said Severus pinching the bride of his nose, watching the two goblins leave, noticing Harry was watching their every move warily. He'd never met a small child with so much suspicion before, not even he was at his age. Severus turned his chair around, so he was face to face with Harry.

"What's a ritual?" asked Harry quietly.

Severus' lip twitched; unsurprised that Harry had been listening to the conversation. No doubt his hearing was good, being unable to see very well, and needing to know where danger was coming from had enhanced Harry's hearing. "A ritual is where someone uses magic to check something, and maybe even to make it go away." replied Severus, feeling his vocabulary shooting down yet another notch.

"Why do you need to check me?" whispered Harry, what was wrong with him? Were they checking his magic? What if he didn't like what he found? Would they send him back to the Dursley's? The thought left him very worried.

Severus paused briefly, unsure of what to say, "Harry, a man named Albus Dumbledore put a…lock on your magic, and the ritual will unlock it." deciding against telling him about the piece of foreign magic in his body. Not until they found out what it was at any rate, his magic unlocked would help the process along.

Harry was completely bewildered; he couldn't understand what he meant. Why would this Dumbledore put a lock on his magic? How did anyone know he was magical if that was the case? Did it have something to do with what happened to his mum and dad? It didn't really matter he supposed, either way this wasn't really his choice. He would have to go along with it or the man would get angry at him and hurt him. Or worse possibility of being sent back to the Dursley's. To keep the warm fitting comfortable pyjamas, the bed, and the delicious food he'd do anything - even this ritual whatever it was. He still didn't believe he had magic, even if it would explain his family's behaviour towards him. The times had turned, he'd been a freak in the eyes of the Dursley's, did that mean here if he didn't have magic he was a freak? The new thought caused his mind to whirl.

"Harry? If you do not want to do this just yet, I understand we can come back another time." said Severus solely to comfort Harry, he didn't want to come back and forth to Gringotts for the next few months for nothing. Unfortunately he couldn't force Harry into this either; he had to remain still until the ritual was over.

"I'll do it." said Harry hastily; the thought of going back to the Dursley's prompted him to respond as quickly as possible.

"Are you sure?" asked Severus staring intently at the child, he had an overwhelming desire to peek in and get the gist of what Harry was thinking. Unfortunately to do such a thing would render a child insane. The art of Legilimency was clear on that, and Severus would never do anything to endanger Lily's son, who he'd gone to great lengths to keep safe and out of Dumbledore's hands.

"Yes," whispered Harry his mouth extremely dry.

"Alright," said Severus firmly, turning his chair back around and waiting on the Goblins coming back in. As if they had been listening in, they made their reappearance a few seconds afterwards.

"Everything sorted?" asked Healer Griek standing in front of them.

"We are," said Severus immediately.

"To get this done, we are best unlocking his magic first then the ritual to find out what the foreign entity is." said Griek.

"I figured as much," said Severus nodding in agreement.

"Thankfully this part is simple, but I do need your permission to help Mr. Potter-Snape if it comes to it." said Griek.

"You do," said Severus, although he hoped it didn't come to that, it would mean Harry would have trouble controlling his magic, at least until he got the hang of it.

"Come over here Mr. Potter-Snape," said Griek watching as the child once again flinch. He seemed to do so every time they called him by his last name. How very curious, but even as a goblin it didn't take a genius to figure out why. He also couldn't break protocol, they didn't use first name basis without permission.

"Go on Harry," said Severus reassuringly, following them over to the small camp bed the healer goblin had just created for him. He took two steps back so he wouldn't interfere with the spells the goblin was going to cast. Although it was more important for the ritual not the spell he was going to use right now.

Harry swallowed thickly, his heart was pounding like a drum, he felt like that day he'd ran around the hotel and outside it when the man had scared Dudley away. For a fat boy Dudley sure could run when he felt like it. He closed his eyes, imagined himself back at the Dursley's and successfully closed of his erratic emotions. It made coping with this unknown situation so much easier. Regardless he watched the goblins every move with wariness.

Griek spoke in gobblygook as he touched Harry's forehead, closing his eyes and feeling the block he meticulously began undoing it strand by strand. It was easy enough, wizard's magic was weak compared to theirs, and it's why they won so many battles. He did it slowly hoping not to overwhelm the small wizard and his magic.

Griek twitched forcefully stopping himself from backing away. The magic was much more advanced than he'd anticipated. Putting more of his magic into it keeping it at a steady and level. The boy was going to be one powerful little wizard, he was anything but mediocre lets just put it that way. Piece by piece Dumbledore's bond on Harry's magic unravelled until it was completely tamper free. Griek remained behind to steady he core, allowing it to expand to fit his sudden influx of magic. Opening his eyes he saw both Severus and Quinti had raised shields and the room was rather…charred in places. He hadn't felt any magic leaking, he did feel pity for Snape, and he was going to have to deal with it himself. Thankfully in a place like Prince hall he wouldn't be detected by the Ministry. There was a focus stone, that would work but nobody used them anymore. It wouldn't hurt to mention it to the wizard at any rate.

"How are you feeling little one?" asked Severus staring intently at Harry, making sure the dizziness didn't overwhelm him.

Harry woozily sat up, that experience had been decidedly odd, not painful but weird. It was like someone had been messing around inside his body, one minute he'd felt hot the next cold, it continued on for what felt like forever then it started, like fireworks exploding. For some reason it felt familiar, like he'd experienced it before. "I'm fine," murmured Harry, surprised when Severus checked his forehead and made sure. It's the sort of thing Petunia had done for Dudley when he was sick.

"No, stay down." said Severus when Harry tried to get up, "We still have one more thing to do before we go home."

Harry nodded his understanding; he didn't think he'd be able to stand yet.

"I think perhaps you should retrieve a focus stone for Mr. Potter-Snape, it may help his magic settle." said Griek.

"Good idea, with your permission I can go and retrieve one from the Potter vaults?" enquired Quinti.

"Worth a shot," said Severus, anything to help Harry control his magic, he didn't want Prince hall going up in flames every other week. It had admittedly been an awesome sight to see. The magic leeching from Harry had been magnificent and powerful. Then again it didn't surprise him, he'd sensed Harry's magic the first day he saw him, before he even knew whom he was.

"I will be back momentarily." said Quinti moving out of the room as quickly as his little legs could carry him.

"Lie back down Mr. Potter-Snape, try not to move too much," said Griek.

"Can you call me Harry?" whispered Harry looking at Griek's hands, just waiting for the backlash at speaking or wanting something. Yet neither of those things happened, no something more frightening did…the thing smiled at him showing its razor sharp teeth.

"It would be my honour Harry," said Griek smiling at the nervous boy.

"Thank you," said Harry surprised at the lack of reprisals.

Twenty minutes later the ritual was done, and an exhausted Griek took a seat. Severus was alarmed by how sick and pale he looked, whatever the entity had been…it was bad. Harry himself looked exhausted, he decided to tend to Harry and let Griek catch his breath. Feeling Harry's forehead, he was slightly hot; grabbing his potions kit he opened it and fed Harry a fever reducer.

"Here," said Quinti handing over a glass of water, the ice cubes were all but melted already.

"Thank you," said Severus accepting the glass and helped Harry drink it. He then uncorked a sleeping potion and fed it to him. This was one conversation he didn't want Harry overhearing.

"Alright what was it?" asked Severus facing the goblin from where he was crouched beside his adopted son.

"That was a piece of Lord Voldemort's soul fragment." said Griek.

"Excuse me?" choked Severus falling to the floor, gaping at the goblin unable to comprehend what he said.

"I have to assume it was a backlash of the killing curse that caused it," said Griek not repeating himself.

"How the hell does a killing curse cause fragments of a soul to come away?" snarled Severus, it didn't, it wasn't logically possible, he'd cast his fair share of the killing curses not that it was something to proudly boast at least not now.

Quinti began speaking, adding his own thoughts to the conversation, "There is only one possibility."

"Which is?" demanded Severus standing up trying to pick up the pieces of his reputation.

"That his soul was already fragmented, the term for such things occurrences is a Horcrux. For his soul to split accidentally I'd say he's split his soul at least three times." said Griek.

"Horcrux?" enquired Severus, "How does one go about creating one?"

"A Horcrux is a powerful object in which a Dark Wizard or Witch has hidden a fragment of his soul for the purpose of attaining immortality." said Quinti.

"You see, creating a Horcrux gives one the ability to anchor ones own soul to earth if their body is somehow destroyed. The more times one person splits their soul the closer they get to achieving immortality. You wizards do not know the value of true knowledge."

"Blame the stupid Ministers we have to endure," said Severus in defence. "The information obviously isn't lost just nearly forgotten."

"Not the Minister in this case, its Dumbledore he has banned more books from the Hogwarts library than we care to admit." said Griek.

"Unfortunately, the more one splits his soul," said Quinti, getting back to the original topic at hand. "It is costly to the creator; it causes an imbalance, drives one insane, and basically diminishes their humanity. It also causes permanent disfigurement."

"As for how they are created, a spell is cast then a Dark wizard or witch would commit a heinous act - murder to be specific. The soul is then placed in a chosen container whether significant or insignificant item and kept safe." said Griek.

"How would it be destroyed?" asked Severus looking shaken.

"The same means one would kill a person, Basilisk venom, Fiendfyre, unfortunately with it being a container spells such as the killing curse wouldn't work." said Quinti.

"How do you know so much about it?" asked Severus bewildered.

"Unlike wizards, our forefathers wrote everything down, and it's passed from generation to generation." said Griek. "We kept our information safe, we are only as powerful as our knowledge, a truth that's yet to dawn on the magical world."

"Such as the Horcrux information, the book would tell you that only one such wizard had attempted it, it would be wrong. They just want to give the impression that it's too evil to attempt, and that death would be preferable. Not everything you read is true unfortunately, most of its manipulated or written from a biased point of view." said Quinti.

"Is there away to find out how many?" asked Severus pinching the bridge of his nose feeling a migraine coming on.

"No, I am sorry there isn't." said Griek.

"How do I go about getting it out of Harry?" asked Severus his stomach churning at the consequences of Harry surviving that night.

"It's out," said Griek.

"I thought…" started Severus.

"We know, but goblin magic is different from wizarding magic, the cleaning ritual got rid of the Horcrux. It's why Harry was so magically and physically exhausted." said Quinti.

"I see," said Severus, sighing in relief at least that was one less thing to worry about.

"The focus stone is weightless so it should be fine for Harry to carry around." said Griek.

"Thank you, both of you for your help, I have one last thing to enquire about." said Severus changing the subject.

"Of course," said Quinti.

"If I am not needed I will take my break," said Griek standing up.

"Of course," said Quinti, nodding to the goblin for his help.

"What can I help you with?" asked Quinti once the healer had left.

"Lily and James' wills, were they executed?" asked Severus.

"No, the executor of the will hasn't stepped forward," said Quinti.

"Which is?" asked Severus having a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach - yet again.

"Albus Dumbledore," said Quinti looking over the paperwork.

"Can I execute it?" asked Severus irritated beyond belief.

"You can as Mr. Harry Potter's adopted father," said Quinti.

"Then I want it to be done," said Severus, "Can I look it over?" he wanted to see why Dumbledore was so desperate to prevent it being read.

"Of course," said Quinti handing over the paperwork.

Severus gripped it tightly, it was Lily's handwriting, Merlin even after all these years she still affected him. Breathing deeply, he centred himself, getting rid of his emotions and erecting his Occlumency barriers. Then he began reading it, he swallowed thickly, she'd written this just before they'd gone under the Fidelus Charm.

The he read it, his breathing hitched; Black wasn't the secret keeper, closing his eyes swearing inwardly, it couldn't be true. According to this information they had gone with Peter Pettigrew instead.

"Does Dumbledore have a copy of this?" asked Severus his voice raspy.

"According to these documents yes, he signed them." said Quinti.

Then he had his motive, if Black had been free he would have taken Harry in as his own. As much as he hated Black…even he wouldn't want his worst enemy in prison…who was he kidding? He revelled in it; comeuppance Black had nearly killed him. Yet his conscience wouldn't allow him to let it continue, with a bit of luck Black would already be insane anyway, and he'd have nothing to regret by letting him out. Oh boy, he was almost tempted to tell him to forget about it and bury it for the next decade or two.

He had to think about the fact Harry would be revealed a lot sooner if this was the case. Maybe there was enough time between him leaving and noticing Harry 'missing', this was what he had feared; he'd wanted Harry at least eleven before it got out that he wasn't at the Dursley's. He'd had enough for one day, he just wanted to get back to Prince Hall and think things through.

"Will I set a date for the will reading?" asked Quinti.

"Yes," said Severus standing up, "May the gods grant you more gold Quinti, thank you for your help."

"You also Lord Prince-Snape." said Quinti using his formal title.

Severus scooped up the sleeping bundle, once again feeling how light he was compared to his godson. Staring down at his sleeping face, he felt fondness seeping through him much to his surprise. Merlin he was getting so attached to Harry and quickly too.

"You can use the Floo network if you wish," said Quinti.

"Thank you," said Severus, stepping into the fireplace, and accepted the Floo powder the goblin gave him and disappeared in a flourish of green flames. He stepped out in what was becoming a familiar home - Prince Hall.

He noticed a Hogwarts owl, arching an eyebrow wondering what Minerva wanted from him now. Placing Harry on the sofa, throwing a cover over him to keep him warm, he sat down and unfurled the note curiously. His heart sank; well he guessed he will didn't matter now.

Severus,

Albus has become aware of Harry's disappearance. It seems as through he had Doge shadow Harry and the Dursley's. I'm afraid your plans for Harry will have to change. The Order has been called, he still cannot get in touch with you, but I've told him once again I've spoken to you. You may have to come back before Dumbledore realizes you've lied.

Minerva.

P.S - I hope Harry is feeling better.

"Can this day get any worse?" growled Severus, gritting his teeth painfully.

Chapter 22

Reconvening the Order

Minerva hissed the password to gain entrance to the Headmasters office, stepping up the stone step, staying at the bottom as it moved. She was still reeling with all the information she had learned this past few days, Severus helping Harry, and everything she'd been told thereafter. Merlin everything she knew had altered so drastically, in such a short time too it was no wonder she had a migraine trying to put it all in some orderly fashion. She also wanted to meet Harry, but the guilt was stopping her in her tracks. She should have enquired further, pushed more to make Dumbledore see sense. Or better yet actually gone to see them, if she had done so Harry wouldn't have been abused for years. The thought of Harry being hurt by that woman or her obese husband caused her to tear up. There was no excuse for her negligence and she felt so bad for her inactions. No amount of gifts, or saying sorry could ever remove the responsibility she felt in her godson's tragic life. Shaking away her thoughts now wasn't the time or place for them. Albus couldn't know her part in this, or where Harry was.

Opening the door unsurprised to see all the Order members already present. They didn't know why they were meeting, especially if their confused looks were anything to go by, unfortunately she knew all to well. Moving to her seat she took it, staring around impassively, as she always was. Minerva rarely smiled everyone in that room could attest to that, so her actions weren't suspicious.

"Why are we meeting after all this time?" asked Moody frowning, his voice loud and barking. The Order had disbanded years ago; he'd been extremely surprised to receive the missive in the middle of his rounds. So here he was, more out of curiosity than anything else.

"I'd like to know too," said Dedalus Diggle just as confused as Moody.

"Harry Potter has gone missing," said Albus clearly perplexed, he had everything planned out, and this wasn't part of it. Albus Dumbledore did not like it when things didn't go his way, as a master chess player, he liked to think himself omnipotent.

Everyone blanched; the thought of anything happening to Harry Potter was intolerable to them. After all he had ended the war, he was a hero, and everyone revered him. They also felt extremely protective of him. It hadn't stopped them celebrating the night Lord Voldemort was destroyed. A lot of celebrating had happened; even the oblivious Muggles had noticed the commotion. As always though, they hadn't figured out why, and if they had - they wouldn't know for long. Magic had to be protected at all costs.

"What happened? I thought the boy was protected." demanded Moody clearly angry about this turn of events. He didn't even think for a second that the information he had was wrong. He'd been kept away from the magical world for his own protection this wasn't supposed to happen.

"How do you know he's missing? He may be with friends." asked Emmeline Vance.

Minerva turned to stare at Dumbledore, wondering what he would say, she noticed Dumbledore's temple twitching in obvious irritation at being questioned. Why had she never noticed this about him before? Not only was she devastated by Harry being abused, but at the fact she'd adored the ground Dumbledore trod on only to be betrayed.

"I've been doing some extra work for Albus," admitted Elphias Doge in defence of Dumbledore, they had been friends in Hogwarts, when the other students hadn't come near him because of his Dragon Pox, he hadn't been contagious but they didn't care. Albus on the other hand had been the one to make him feel welcome, even since then they'd always been best friends. "I kept an eye on the Dursley's and Harry, shadowing them when they went past the wards. For the past few days I noticed that I've not seen Harry."

"Doesn't mean anything's happened to him, he might just be sick." said Emmeline exasperated. They had been called to this meeting for this? She really was surprised she had to say.

"Not according to Arabella Figg, she was told Harry was with family, as we know he has no other family." said Doge.

"No but the Dursley's probably do," interjected Mundungus Fletcher.

"There is only one relative, and I've already checked it out, there is no magical presence in either homes." said Doge irritated beyond belief.

"What do you expect us to do? Interrogate the Dursley's?" asked Moody incredulity. "You should tell the Ministry what is happening."

"They cannot know, to keep Harry safe we must keep him oblivious to the magical world." said Dumbledore demandingly.

"Whether he knows about it or not he's still in danger." rebuffed Emmeline confounded by Dumbledore's logic, it made absolutely no sense and usually he did make sense.

"Don't you think finding Harry is more important than arguing amongst ourselves?" sniped Doge still as always firmly lodged up Dumbledore's backside.

"Yes why don't we all go and disturb the family, which might all be for nothing." said Minerva her tone clipped and controlled. Her anger was slowly bubbling under the surface, it took everything in her to just keep quite and not let loose the diatribe she had all planned out.

"No, only a few of us will go, once it's been confirmed Harry isn't there," said Dumbledore, he never doubted Doge, and he'd always been loyal to him. "Then we shall proceed."

"Why didn't you do that to begin with?" demanded Minerva, "If there is something wrong you have wasted valuable time!" This would be expected of her, Minerva had let it be known how attached she was to Harry as well as had been to Lily and James.

"You are correct of course, Minerva." said Dumbledore, noticing the Order members were agreeing with her and putting on a front. He couldn't alienate them, he may need them to find Harry and when Voldemort came back. She did have a point, but he wanted to establish a base and cover everything now. So if his worst fears were confirmed he would be able to get the Order and start an immediate search.

"Then can I get back to the Ministry?" asked Moody beyond irritated, his lunch hour was completely wasted.

"Of course, but be ready if I call again, if we cannot find Harry then we must." said Albus looking worried.

"Fine," said Moody aptly named at the moment, standing up he used Dumbledore's Floo and disappeared from the room.

"So who's going with you?" asked Emmeline, inwardly praying it wasn't her, she'd been at a party the night before, with only one hours sleep she wasn't exactly functioning properly.

"Doge and Minerva I think," said Albus solemnly, Severus would have been his original choice; he always had potions handy on him. Unfortunately he wasn't available, and he hadn't been able to contact him which was driving him to distraction. Plus Doge and Minerva knew where Harry was living, nobody else did.

"Very well," said Minerva as the rest of the order got up, and began making its way out of the Headmasters office with the exception of Doge.

"Let's depart," said Albus.

Minerva, Doge and Albus all Apparated to Arabella Figg's home, only to find nobody coming to greet them. Albus frowned in concern, looking around the room.

"She is on holiday, Albus. She isn't due back for a week." said Minerva before Dumbledore could panic.

"Oh yes, I quite forgot!" said Albus cheering up. "Now let us depart." he added as he flicked his wand and all of them were dressed in a Muggle design for outward appearances.

Minerva rolled her eyes, he had a habit of repeating himself, she'd found it amusing before, but this new side she saw - she now felt infuriated with him no matter what he did. He didn't even need to open his mouth for Minerva to be angry at him these days. She felt the need to get to Severus, see Harry for herself, before he got better, so she could remember the error of her judgement and never to ignore her instincts again. She didn't care how much it hurt to see Harry injured or small, if anything she deserved it. The guilt and the horror it would come with it too.

"Is that a for sale sign?" asked Albus clearly flappergasted.

"Yes, there is your answer, they've moved house," said Minerva as if it fixed everything.

"No, she knows how important it is to remain in that house." said Dumbledore quickening his pace.

"We aren't going to get answers, look the house is empty." said Doge, looking at the curtain-less windows.

"We must find them," said Dumbledore panicking.

"Perhaps the rest of the Order may help?" asked Doge, stepping behind Dumbledore so the elderly Muggle women could pass.

"Excuse me?" called Dumbledore once the women had passed.

Turning around they stared at him in curiosity, they hadn't seen him before, were they interested in the house? "Yes?" she asked her nosiness showing.

"Can you tell me about the people who used to live here?" asked Albus kindly.

"The Dursley's? Of course!" said the one with the pink coat.

The one with the grey coat nodded beside her companion.

"We thought they were a kind respectable family! To think we had a child molester amongst us is horrific!" shuddered the lady looking deeply disgusted and disturbed.

"Ch-chi-child molester?" stuttered Dumbledore his eyes going wide, oh no, please no, begged Dumbledore inwardly, don't let it be true, he hadn't left the boy with a child molester! Sure he'd expected him to be mildly abused but not that kind of abuse! It drove children to the darker side of life, not what he wanted for his hero. If this got out he'd lose his reputation and be kicked out of Hogwarts.

"No," gaped Doge looking terrified, he had been the one looking out for the boy after all.

"What happened?" asked Minerva, inwardly impressed, what had Lucius done to make everyone in this street believe that?

"One day the police showed up at the door, arrested them all, took the child to social services." said the grey coated lady.

"What about the other child? Harry?" asked Dumbledore urgently looking devastated.

"Harry? The nephew? I do not know." said the lady in the pink coat. "He was badly abused, the police said it was bad…they spoke to everyone in the street, asking us what we had seen."

"It was a detective we spoke to, he talked as though the poor child had been murdered by his own uncle!" said the grey coat lady shaking her head in sadness. There had been a time when family meant sticking together, unfortunately the older she got the more she realized life wasn't what it used to be.

"Thank you," choked Dumbledore, the women nodded smiling kindly before walking away.

"I think we may have to leave this to the Auror's," said Doge devastated, he'd failed not only Dumbledore but Harry by not noticing.

"The Ministry cannot find out," snapped Dumbledore terrified.

"If Harry is hurt or heaven forbid dead, we need to know." hissed Minerva.

Dumbledore swallowed thickly, "We can investigate this ourselves," said Dumbledore trying to calm himself more than the others.

"Oh I see, you know where to start? How to get questions from Police officers without raising suspicion?" asked Minerva pointing out where he would fail.

"Between us we can think of something," said Dumbledore frantically his blue eyes shadowed, his permanent twinkle was no longer present.

"I'm sorry Albus, but I have a duty, I must inform the Ministry," said Minerva standing her ground.

"I'm sorry too, I agree with Minerva, we need their help to find him if he's even alive, if not…" choked Doge, "We must give him the magical burial he deserves. If we failed him then I shall take any punishment they see fit to dole out." tears evident, swimming in his brown eyes.

"We can do this," said Dumbledore weakly, not able to summon up the need to manipulate the situation to his benefit. Truth be told he was still out of sorts, the rug was pulled from under his feet and he didn't know what to do. For the first time in one hundred and thirty years of independence actions, words and thoughts failed him.

"No, Albus we can't, now go to the Ministry or I will, and believe me I won't leave anything out!" snapped Minerva Apparating away, but she didn't go back to Hogwarts. No instead she Apparated to the Leaky Cauldron to make use of their Floo Network. Once she placed the Knut in the pot she took the Floo powder and whirled away from view. The silencing spells on the area prevented anyone from hearing what she said, wizards and witches were zealots when it came to their privacy."

"Minerva, what are you doing here?" asked Severus his irritation evident by his privacy being violated.

"It's either that or I go to Hogwarts and poison his lemon drops!" snapped Minerva her composure completely lost as she turned to face her co-worker or ex co-worker as it happened since he was no longer employed at Hogwarts.

"Hush!" admonished Severus seriously, gesturing towards the lump in the couch. Harry was covered completely by the duvet. The only visible part of him was a patch of messy hair; he'd at some point curled further into the warmth until he disappeared.

"Is he okay?" she whispered worried.

"He's had a tough morning," said Severus, "He is recovering."

"What happened?" Minerva asked as she removed her tartan cloak and placing it on the hook and seemingly making herself comfortable.

"I took him to Gringotts to have his magic unlocked," explained Severus, not mentioning the Horcruxes to her. When it was obvious she wasn't going to leave any time soon he added "Would you like some tea?" Lucius would arrive soon anyway, he had to tell him, he needed help in figuring out where they could be. Nobody knew the Dark Lord better than Minerva, Lucius and himself. Minerva knew him when he was at Hogwarts, Lucius had been his follower for a lot longer than him, nearing seven years, and he well his knowledge on the Dark Lord was extensive together they should come up with an idea or two.

"I wouldn't mind a cuppa," agreed Minerva.