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Chapter 39

It felt like days to Severus as he waited for the others to return, an hour into reading the First Grade Potions text Harry had fallen asleep. He had continued reading it just to make sure Harry was properly asleep for ten minutes before putting it aside and summoning a book he was in the process of reading and that's what he did, read, that is until the others returned. He was extremely pleased to see them; waiting for word had been extremely long and excruciating even reading an interesting tome to take his mind off the matter at hand. None of their expressions gave away the results, if anything they just looked exhausted.

"How did it go?" Severus enquired, sitting up straighter as he placed the book aside on the table next to the one he'd read from earlier. "Sit down, do you wish for some refreshments?"

"Do you want the pensive memory or just the short version?" Lucius asked, taking a seat his lips quirking just slightly at the sight of Harry curled up over his dragon fast asleep. It was odd to think just a few months ago Harry had been so much smaller and shorter than Draco despite them both being the same age. He was catching up, as evidence by the fact when Draco had been there hadn't been too much of a noticeable difference in either of them.

"I wouldn't mind a cuppa, Severus," Minerva admitted, both Remus and Sirius nodded in silent agreement

"Both," Severus replied immediately. "Flippy? Bring up some refreshments for all of us," he said after a seconds pause until the House-elf showed up.

"Yes Sir!" Flippy chirped disappearing on the spot to do as asked.

"Good news is that he got a prison sentence," Lucius started off with that, it was good, he was glad the older wizard's reputation was ripped to shreds and he was going to Azkaban where he deserved. He was extremely vexed that it wasn't as long as he'd hoped, especially after sitting on a cold hard bench in the Ministry of magic for hours. Sure it had been fun watching the chaos to start with, but it had gotten boring quickly.

"And the bad news?" Severus demanded his tone low so he didn't wake Harry up, he didn't even blink when the platter of food and drink appeared on the table in the middle of the room. He was expecting them to tell him Dumbledore only got one or two years in Azkaban or something, judging by the statement Lucius gave.

"He only got thirteen years," Lucius ground out through gritted teeth, "If you hadn't actually found Harry…he would be responsible for his death, he placed him there and prevented him being taken by the Muggle authorities multiple times. Stopped him being saved by anyone that had his best interests at heart…and he's only going to suffer for thirteen years." oh, he was more than angry he was frothing at the mouth. If that had been his son…he would have wanted proper justice. The only reason it was so 'lenient' was because they couldn't find Harry's body, they had no solid proof of his death and they feared they never would. Harry deserved a proper burial, as far as they were concerned, to be laid to rest beside his parents and given a proper send off.

Sirius paled at the words, vividly reminded by what he had seen in the pensive, he'd sat through the entire meeting being restrained by Remus furious beyond words, but he'd behaved himself - Harry's new life had relied on it. He hated the fact Harry hadn't warmed up to him, he'd loved him when he was young, used to squeal whenever he was around absolutely loved being with 'Padfoot'. He was trying to be patient though, trying to give Harry the time he needed to come around but it was the most difficult thing he'd ever had to endure. Hell Azkaban had been a cakewalk compared to seeing his own godson scared witless of him.

"Good," Severus replied relaxing somewhat.

"Wa…good?" Lucius' face morphed into one of shocked disbelief, so caught off guard that he'd actually stuttered for the first time in a very long time.

"Harry will have graduated from Hogwarts by then, legally an adult; there is absolutely nothing he can do, that is if he survives the hell in there. With all he's done, whether it's his greater good or not, the Dementors will feed from it and with some luck he will die after a few years locked up in there." Severus said vindictively.

"You are alright with this?" Minerva asked in surprise.

"Honestly? Yes, I was expecting a suspended sentence or forced house arrest I didn't think they'd really sentence him." Severus admitted his deepest fear. "As I said the sentence he'll serve will ensure Harry's an adult and safe from him. When and if he gets out there will be nothing he can do - even if he miraculously retains a support base."

"I suppose it is better than it could have turned out to be," Remus sighed, rubbing at his face. He couldn't believe how calm Snape was being over this; they'd all expected him to be furious over the verdict. Was he hiding his true feelings? No, he wasn't one to do that sort of thing - well unless Harry was around these days Remus silently supposed. Harry was asleep right now so maybe he actually was?

"Do you have a vial, Severus?" Lucius enquired, he had other things that needed his urgent attention so he couldn't remain for long today.

"Accio vial!" Severus whispered but no less determinedly, then whistling could be heard before the vial ran with a smack into Severus' open hand before his fingers closed around it keeping it secure in his hand. He absently added a stronger non-breaking charm to it before handing it over to Lucius.

Lucius removed the memory, using his wand to guide the misty floating fluid into the small vial before sealing it closed.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Minerva asked again cautiously, it just wasn't like Severus…unless Harry truly had changed him.

"I'm just glad its over," Severus stated, accepting the vial back, amused by their antics, it was as if they expected him to explode, Dumbledore was out of the way, Harry was safe from his manipulation way into adulthood and by then he would be well aware of Dumbledore's disreputable character and would know better than to believe anything the old fool said or did. "Harry is safe that is the most important thing right now." he glanced over at the sleeping child. He'd loved Lily, unrequited the way he wished, and when she'd had that baby, he'd been so envious; it could have been his if he had spoken up or actually shut up and not called her that foul loathsome name. Who would have thought that he'd adopt Harry? He certainly hadn't seen it coming a mile away but having Harry in his life now, he was glad for that. The best thing of all there was no way anyone would suspect he would take Harry Potter in. The hatred he'd felt for James Potter was too well known in all circles. "Has he been sent straight to Azkaban or has he been given the opportunity of speaking to his brother before being transported?"

"Aberforth did not attend," Sirius admitted it was one of the things he'd allowed himself to be distracted about. "Now that Dumbledore is gone…we should focus on the last thing needed for Harry to be safe."

"Voldemort's main soul piece," Remus asked and Sirius nodded in confirmation.

"One thing at a time, lad," Minerva said, "At least let us feel a small sense of success."

"I trust you were made Headmistress?" Severus asked realizing he hadn't thought to enquire earlier. The Ministry might insist on interfering with Dumbledore out of the way. He sincerely hoped that wasn't the case, even if it was he would be fired anyway, which was what he wanted, out of his contract.

"Yes," Minerva answered immediately giving a strict nod. "The first thing I'm going to do is get you out of your contract don't worry. Although it's going to be difficult getting teachers especially so close to Hogwarts starting back up. Hopefully Filius will help with the interviews and we can come up with a few possible candidates."

"If you will, do not put advertisements in the Daily Prophet. Those worthy of the position of teaching children do not look for jobs in the pathetic selection that newspaper has to offer. Use the Transfiguration monthly and the Potioneer magazines it will ensure all those that apply are aptly qualified for the positions." Lucius said smoothly, giving up his advice on how best to get the best candidates.

"The only decent advertisement in the Daily Prophet are the ones for Ministry positions, even then half the idiots that show up aren't even slightly qualified. I remember I had half a dozen interviews for new recruits, most of them didn't even have the necessary N.E.W.T's to get accepted." Sirius agreed grudgingly more put out by the fact it was Malfoy giving sound advice than anything else.

"Both magazines are due out in two days, you have enough time to get a slot before the weekend," Severus pointed out, he knew both magazines but rarely bought Transfiguration monthly, now Potioneer was definitely something he bought.

"That's right, they do," Minerva nodded, her subscription was due in two days time, she had to get a letter to both magazines off tonight.

"I'm heading to the Auror office; I want to find out what kind of investigating they did on Voldemort after…what happened." Sirius stated he wasn't going to rest until Voldemort was dead; he wasn't going to let anything risk his godson whether Harry hated him or not didn't come into it.

"And you think you'll be able to get the files?" Severus asked sardonically.

"I still have friends in the department, one of them is family, and I'll get the information one way or another." Sirius told him with determination.

"Is is possible the Auror's actually got anywhere? Surely they wouldn't know something and continue the lie that Voldemort was dead if he wasn't!" Remus was aghast at the thought.

"Who knows? Any of the really decent Aurors ended up dead, retired, in Azkaban…or worse," Sirius' voice wobbled thinking of the Longbottoms. They had been very good people, they certainly hadn't deserved what had happened to them. "Moody might even know something." that was someone else he was surprised that hadn't shown up. Moody had been good friends with Dumbledore, he'd either been too paranoid to attend or he was too ashamed by his association of him? Hopefully he would be able to cough up some useful information.

"Then do it," Severus stated sharply, it looked as if he wasn't going to stop anyway, and he wanted to savour this small victory before worrying about a disembodied Dark Lord. That's not to say he wasn't worried, he was, twenty-four seven.

Sirius stared surprised by the words, "Alright," he retorted standing up; he knew when he wasn't wanted.

"I'll come," Remus added hastily, also standing. "We'll be by later."

"I must take my leave also, Severus, I have letters of advertisements to write, and a new deputy to appoint." Minerva admitted.

"I also," Lucius said bemused. "I'm sure you've got a pensive memory to view."

"I won't be going in while I'm on my own, I cannot risk Harry wakening up and thinking he's alone." Severus shook his head, standing up being a proper host. "I'll see you all soon."

"You will, I'll be back to see Harry soon," Minerva promised. She wasn't going to let her godson think for a second she was abandoning him.

"Draco is looking forward to their play date; I have a funny feeling he will be demanding them constantly soon enough." Lucius chuckled in dry amusement, and what his son wanted…he got. Well as long as it didn't interfere with his education that he wouldn't condone or allow.

"As long as Harry is fine with that then I see no problem with it," Severus smiled, he was very glad that his godson and son were getting on. It could be the beginnings of a beautiful friendship as long as Draco didn't get too demanding with Harry until he grew into his own and actually said no or whatever when they were playing and it wasn't something Harry wanted to do. If anything Draco might help Harry come further out of his shell.

"It did go well," Minerva admitted as they waited for Sirius and Remus to Floo away leaving the network open for Lucius. She never thought she'd see the day where she was actually on friendly terms with the Malfoy family; they were a motley bunch for damn sure.

"You'll let me know if they find anything?" Lucius asked, standing in the fireplace, still looking regal despite the fact he was squashed into a small enclosed dirty fireplace.

"You'll be the first," Severus told Lucius honestly.

"I better be the second," Minerva warned him, as the fireplace flared to life after both men had given nods goodbye.

"Of course," Severus agreed, "But the chances…" he trailed off not needing to say anything.

"I agree." Minerva nodded her agreement. The chances were pretty damn slim or the Auror's would have taken that chance of hunting him down while he was weakened beyond belief. They wouldn't wait until he was back and wreaking havoc on the magical world once more.

Unbeknown to them, they were in for a rude awakening by the information they would soon receive.

Chapter 40

Three month had passed since Albus Dumbledore had been sentenced to Azkaban prison. Unsurprisingly life went on, people forgot about Dumbledore for most part. When he was remembered it was with disgust and horror, as far as everyone was concerned Dumbledore had killed their hero, a young boy who had defeated the darkest wizard the magical world had ever known. There were two or three people who continued on in their belief that Albus was only doing what was right, that he was innocent, but those people did not speak up regarding it, for anyone who tried to defend Dumbledore became outcasts, treated as though they were Dumbledore himself. In other words they were hexed and cursed, and conveniently there were never any witnesses who saw what happened.

What had everyone talking were the actions of one Lord Lucius Abraxas Malfoy. Despite the fact he had been declared not guilty for his association with 'You-Know-Who' the majority of the magical world had been furious over him getting off scot-free. They had believed he was a Death Eater, and an evil wizard who was just waiting on the Dark Lord returning. All the while climbing the ladder within the Ministry by lining people's pockets.

That was until a few months ago, when word began to get out about his latest project. Even more surprising was the vocal support of Headmistress Minerva McGonagall. It was during that time they began to wonder, was it possible he had been under the Imperius Curse all along? Creating a children's shelter wasn't something an evil wizard would do after all…and in the name of Harry Potter too. Lucius had said for the paper that he believed if such a shelter had existed…perhaps Harry would still be alive. The child had saved him, saved his family, and so Lucius vowed that nobody else magical would suffer. He even went as far as stating that all magical children would be welcomed in the children's shelter, Pureblood's, Half-Blood's and Muggle-born's.

Lucius had bought both the grounds around Riddle Mansion, the Gaunt lands which he had used to built the children's shelter but after careful tracking to find out who owned the building, which was used as tax purposes he realized, he had bought it from them, using means the Muggle-loving light wizards wouldn't…quite approve of. Not that Lucius cared, once he had the mansion he had considered redoing it, giving himself another property to rent out but it was far too Muggle for his tastes, he absolutely refused to have the thing in his name the way it was. So it had been demolished and a new building would be built in its place, in fact Narcissa had taken part in that, designing the building and telling the builders what to do and such. His wife would never admit it but she was extremely bored while Draco was being tutored in all things essential until his Hogwarts letter came.

Severus had been handed his nullified contract, Minerva had informed him that his expertise was no longer needed and that he no longer was considered the Potions Master at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It hadn't even been twenty-four hours since Dumbledore had been put in Azkaban. Severus had accepted it with a smirk on his face, glad at last that he no longer had to teach dunderheads the subtle arts of potions making. Due to Lucius' advice, Minerva had indeed quickly found two professors who fitted in rather well, even if they were younger than most of the other professors - the students seemed to like them.

Severus spent most of his time with his son, just enjoying the freedom to do whatever he wished. Subtly the 'reason' for Severus quitting Hogwarts had gotten around, not getting to spend time with his 'son' and wishing to do so before he began his education at Hogwarts or whichever school he sent his son to. Ingraining it in peoples mind subconsciously that Severus had had a son all along, so no question of his paternity would be raised. Fortunately the adoption potion had changed Harry enough that nobody in their right mind could honestly say that Harry Snape was or had ever been Harry Potter. He had too many Prince Characteristics; nothing in James Potter had remained in Harry. That and Severus was a known recluse, he rarely ventured outside, preferring to stay out the spotlight. Those in the Ministry though thought they knew the real reason for Severus' insistent on his son being hidden, for they knew he had been a spy for Albus Dumbledore and the proof had been immense so much so that it couldn't be denied. Unbreakable Vows and the like, so yes, his loyalties had most definitely been for the light side - and this they believed despite not knowing exactly what the Vows promised.

Today was a special day, it was Harry's first Yule at Prince hall, and the first time he was getting to celebrate the holiday. Yet when he had woken up at seven and Harry was still in bed it had surprised him. The presents under the tree were still untouched, and exactly where he had put them last night - without anything out of place - he hadn't even snuck down and tried to guess what was in them.

Severus stared at the tree, his black eyes filled with resigned understanding. Despite his reassurances, Harry still assumed he wouldn't receive anything. The Muggle world had their children believing in a mythical being called Santa Clause, but the wizarding world did not do that. No, they celebrated by having the entire family around, having a meal and exchanging gifts, back in the day wizards had hunted for the beast they'd put on the table during the evening meal before they paid homage to the gods. Some families still did it, in fact it was something of a tradition he and his mother had after his father was completely out of it, due to his drinking.

He had of course, informed Harry that 'Santa' didn't exist, but it had been for naught since Harry was already aware. He had observed Vernon and Petunia buying the items and also bringing them down the stairs after Dudley had gone to bed for years now. Harry due to the fact he'd slept in a cupboard under the stairs, and the weight of Vernon, he'd been woken the second he lumbered down. Part of him was relieved that he didn't need to tear away any innocence Harry still had after living with those wretched people.

Perhaps in a few years Harry would be comfortable and more secure in his new life and would no doubt have him up extraordinary early wishing to open presents. Which was what Lucius and Narcissa were probably going through right now with his godson he thought with amusement. It was one of the few days where Draco was allowed to be himself without being expected to be a pureblood heir. Not that Draco suffered from it, he was a spoiled little boy but he had limitations to it and that was a very good thing.

He would be seeing his godson in a matter of hours, not just Draco but his home was going to be quite full today, fuller than he wanted to deal with but he wanted to make this day memorable for Harry. He had invited Minerva expecting and understanding if she couldn't come, she was a Headmistress and sometimes a lot of students remained for the holidays than go home. Ironically it was mostly those who would have to return to the Muggle world that remained, each year all his Slytherin's returned home for the holidays. He would always think of his students whom he'd taught as his Slytherins. He had taken his duty as a guardian of sorts extremely seriously.

"Does Master Severus want breakfast?" Flippy asked, popping next to his Master who was now awake, he had been up earlier expecting young master to be awake already and had the fires going so the manor was nice and warm for his Master and young master.

"Just a coffee for the moment," Severus informed Flippy, moving away from the doorway which he had been standing at for a good ten minutes. He claimed his usual seat, Harry would be joining him sooner or later, the smell of food usually did the trick, but obviously not today since the smell of dinner (which was just in its beginning stages) was already wafting from the kitchen permeating the manor. A few moments later Flippy returned with his coffee before leaving without another word, between cleaning and cooking they'd be very busy.

Flicking his wand, he summoned a black bound book before holstering his wand again, and opening to the last page before immersing himself in it. It was a book he used to write down his ideas, both spells and potions; he had long ago stopped using his school books for such a thing. A great deal of them remained unfinished; others he was successfully able to get from theory to creation were published. Now that he wasn't constantly busy (with only the summer holidays to do as he pleased) with homework, essays, creating quizzes for the students, brewing potions for Poppy and overseeing the students brewing he had time now to devote to both his potions and more importantly his son.

To the world Harry was his son, and nobody would be able to accidentally figure out the truth. Lucius had successfully removed the copy the Ministry had of Harry's birth certificate, including the adoption certificate which updated automatically, it was used to prevent anyone from kidnapping a child and using the adoption potion and getting away with it. Which he was, thanks to the fact Lucius had ties within the Ministry. If they discovered it missing he was sure they would blame Dumbledore, but considering everything he doubted they'd even look, after all everyone truly believed Harry Potter was dead. He had all the documents safely squared away, it wasn't his intention to keep it hidden from Harry not forever, and he would be told - if he didn't already know - he certainly wasn't going to remind him. He wanted Harry to have a normal life and he was going to do his damn best to ensure it.

Shaking off his lingering thoughts, his gaze roaming over the page and like lightening an epiphany struck, of course, why hadn't he thought of that before? Phoenix tears, it would bind the potion together and also have the added benefit of healing further. The question remained where to put it, he didn't want an exploding potion after all now that would be no good to anyone. Piercing eyes thought on each scenario, regretfully each scenario played out with an explosion. He needed to add a potion that wasn't corrosive with phoenix tears.

This little project he had been working on for five years, regretfully he had lost hope that he'd ever be able to invent it. Sana Mente he had coined it, with all his troubles and duties he'd never been able to concentrate on it as much as he wanted to. During the summers he would try and brew it a few times, but he'd known even then he was missing something and each experiment he had worked on amounted to nothing but wasted hours. The margin at the side was a testament to how many times he had tried various ingredients.

Phoenix tears…he had nothing of the sort available to him; it was expensive, around a thousand galleons for a quarter vial. Which would allow him to do three or four experiments, if he was lucky. Summoning his owl order catalogues, from various different apothecaries from all around the UK. He liked to grab bargains on his potions ingredients, only the best of course, and it was why he had only five owl order catalogues for potions, when there were around fifteen shops that sell and deliver potions, but he found most inadequate.

Picking up the Finnegan Apothecary, where he got the majority of his stock, which was located in Ireland, by a prominent Irish Wizarding Pureblood family all of whom were Potion Masters themselves or married to one. Even as he browsed through it, new items were being put up for sale, and others disappearing after a red sign blazoned across it 'sold out' which didn't happen unless there was a mad rush, such as during late August and the start of September before the schools started up. After getting to the 'P' section he found there was no phoenix tears only ashes, a thoughtful frown worked its way onto his face, ash did have healing properties, and it might be useful to obtain some.

Standing up he retrieved one of his self-inking quills and returned to his seat, filling the order in which was at the back, knowing it probably wouldn't be delivered for at least three days. Placing the magazine aside, he moved on to the others, and found what he was looking for in Stone Apothecary, filling that in as well, having ended up buying more than he intended but no matter, they would be used regardless. Potion ingredients did not get wasted with him.

Once finished he used a spell to return them to his desk, quill and all. Prince Hall was completely decked with Christmas decorations. Severus had never celebrated Christmas, not even putting a tree up the few times he had returned to Spinners End. He'd never had a reason to, and also declined to attend any functions or dinners, not even the ones Lucius all but begged him to attend - which he would deny since Malfoy's never begged of course. During those years he never thought for a second he'd be the one doing the inviting, taking Harry in and adopting him had irrevocably changed his life. He wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not. What he did know for certainty was that he loved Harry, the little boy had wormed his way into his heart and he would do anything for him. Even sacrifice his life for him if the need arose.

The sound of footsteps ceased Severus ruminating, catching movement off to the side, he watched the child from the corner of his eyes, as he stood at the door unsurely. It hurt his heart to see Harry suddenly so unsure of himself, he had come out of his shell so much in the past months, Draco had helped a great deal, gave Harry normalcy, a sense of belonging he hadn't experienced before. Or perhaps he just helped Harry forget, maybe both things, either way; he hoped Harry wouldn't remain so unsure all day.

"Good morning, Harry, did you have a good rest?" Severus enquired, as he did every morning, silently gesturing for the child to come to him, which Harry gladly did. Severus patted Harry's back as Harry hugged him, needing to feel secure no doubt or maybe just shy. "Flippy?" Severus called out to his House-elf.

"Yes Master Severus?" Flippy asked, completely covered in flour but answering the call.

"We'll have breakfast now, and bring through another coffee for me and a hot chocolate with cream in it cool enough to drink for Harry." Severus asked politely, "We'll have it here." with that he stood up, carefully manoeuvring Harry onto his hip as he approached the massive tree that Harry had gazed at for a whole half hour when he saw it for the first time on the first of December when the tree first got put up. Summoning a few pillows he put Harry on one of them, and sat himself down as well. It was very uncomfortable; he didn't think he'd sat on the floor for coming close to a decade. He awkwardly tried to get comfortable but he was a tall composed man, there was no getting comfortable.

"Go on then," Severus prodded Harry, watching as those green eyes which had black flecks in them widen before turning to him again unsurely. "The ones with Harry on them are for you," he once again prodded the child softly; he could recognize his own name obviously and write it perfectly with a quill. Severus picked one from under the tree seeing that Harry was overwhelmed and placed it on his lap. Once Harry was happy enough to open them then he'd go back to his seat, which he hoped was soon his knees were beginning to ache.

Harry unwrapped the present carefully, his green eyes glimmering happily, opening the box he found two sacks of stones much like marbles. In each sack was thirty Gobstones - not that Harry knew this, under the sacks was a square piece of wood, with four circles drawn out inside it, not including the black circle in the centre.

"The game is called Gobstones, I'll teach you tomorrow unless you'd like Draco to show you, he's coming over later," Severus said softly, brushing his hand through Harry's hair, Harry deserved the entire world after what he'd been through. He appreciated everything, even the damn paper that he'd used to wrap the presents.

That one gift seemed to break the dam and Harry quickly plucked another gift from the pile, Severus noticed that Harry made sure it was for him before he opened it. He beamed in delight, over a simple pack of new exploding Snap playing cards. Draco and Harry had more than worn out their current packs, and probably lost a few as well, not that it mattered.

Once he was sure Harry was quite happily digging into his presents, Severus stood up, stretched out before moving to sit in his usual seat, Harry watched him go and a nod from Severus he turned back, positively exuding excitement. The chess set was unveiled next, Harry hadn't played yet, but Severus wanted to start him on it, it was a very educational game and one played very often at school, the sooner he learnt the more proficient he would be.

Flippy popped back in with breakfast, placing the platter which was bigger than him on the table after clicking his fingers and making the cup Severus had been using disappear. Picking up his coffee, Severus began drinking his second cup for the day; he would definitely need it since he was going to be enduring Black in his home all day. Admittedly things between them had thawed a little, but Severus would never forgive Black for his actions against him. Sure for most part he gave as good as he got, but he'd never actually tried to kill Black whereas Black had tried to kill him by sending him after a damn werewolf. They were somewhat cordial with each other, but they never discussed anything other than Harry or the Death Eaters and Voldemort.

Black had gone to work as an Auror, the Ministry all too happy to help him due to their mess up by sending him to Azkaban without a trial. Admittedly he had ulterior motives, the Ministry had strengthened up and Sirius hadn't been able to get the information he wanted. Those Black had known were no longer Auror's and even Moody had retired, he hadn't been seen once since Dumbledore's arrest. The letters he wrote the old Auror came back unopened, wherever he was hiding must have very strong wards - that surprised nobody the old man was paranoid - but to stop owls? The paranoia was worse than any of them could have anticipated. While he was not on call, investigating or writing up reports he was searching the basement for any information pertaining to investigating Voldemort after the night James and Lily died. Considering they will have covered it up, the information probably wouldn't be buried the year it happened, they will have buried it where they thought nobody would ever think to look - at least that was their thoughts on the matter.

Remus of course, had a job teaching Harry, with him pre-approving everything Remus wished to teach Harry. He got paid of course, he was absent for three days during the full moon each month and during that time Severus taught Harry himself. Usually in potions, teaching him how to properly prepare the ingredients, the small children's levelled potions kits had been completed months ago, but he had bought Harry new ones which were wrapped up under the tree - it would give them more things to brew. Honestly though, he couldn't wait until he could brew a proper potion with him. If he continued well with the children's potions then he definitely wanted to try, it was his passion and something he honestly wanted to pass on to Harry, something they could do together, something that was just theirs. Having a regular job worked wonders on the werewolf; he was actually wearing decent clothes for Merlin's sake. Or it might have something to do with getting his life back, after scurrying away like a rat on a burning ship the night James and Lily died and Sirius was arrested.

"This is for you daddy!" Harry said, panting out of breath, holding out a Christmas bag (with a moving snowman) a parcel inside that looked…well as if…there was no word that came to mind for Severus as he stared at it. Harry had done his best, and it was the thought that counted - although Severus hadn't realized Harry got him anything…Lucius had taken Draco and Harry out to let Draco get a gift for his mother.

"Thank you, Harry," Severus said, giving him a hug feeling extremely emotional all of a sudden, normally he only received a few gifts, one from Lucius and Narcissa as well as a bag of sweets from Dumbledore and perhaps a bottle of whiskey or some such from Minerva, two he had considered just obligations Lucius and Narcissa usually gave him a card and a voucher for the apothecaries.

Harry stood watching him with those wide green eyes, they were observing him.

Severus removed the parcel and found a card on top, hand made, with 'Happy Yule' written on it, Remus had given Harry a lesson on traditions the wizarding world had observed, even if they had tapered off due to the influx of Muggle-born's or Muggle raised wizards and witches. A hand drawn picture of the manor and a few trees on front and inside Harry's scrawl the words 'To Daddy love Harry' were written in ink. A small smile wormed its way onto his face, standing up; placing the parcel to the side he put the card in a proud place in the centre of the mantel.

Harry looked extremely pleased if the wide smile on his face was anything to go by.

Returning to his seat he unwrapped the messily wrapped present and unveiled the gift Harry had decided to get him. Inside was a figurine, a doe, it was white and almost wispy just like his patronus, just like Lily's patronus. The doe was also something Harry strongly represented with safety as he had placed a variation of the patronus into a globe for Harry who had been scared of the dark; the patronus had been visible even from the globe. He noticed Harry watching, biting his lip repeatedly obviously worried that he wouldn't like it.

"This is the most thoughtful gift I've ever received, thank you Harry," Severus said, wrapping Harry up in a warm embrace. "I love it." Harry had chosen it himself, that made it even more precious to him, while he liked potions, receiving vouchers for ingredients or the ingredients themselves just felt…expected. This hadn't been, it meant something to Harry, and now it meant something to him too. "Why don't you open the rest of your gifts before everyone gets here?" he suggested.

"Can I have breakfast first?" Harry asked much to Severus immense surprise. Children usually wanted to open gifts first, and even after that they rarely ate breakfast too wound up, they just wanted to play with their gifts. He'd assumed Harry would be like that. A lot of his assumptions about today had already been proven wrong, why not this one too?

"Of course," Severus replied, as if his stomach was shouting its agreement, it grumbled. "Go on, sit down, I'll bring it over," he informed him, picking up the hot chocolate and his breakfast he carefully placed the cup on the table next to the couch and placed the plate in his lap.

To his immense surprise the Floo flared to life, twice in the space of a few moments.

"I was not expecting either of you until later," Severus said unimpressed, was time alone with his son on Christmas morning too much to ask?

"Sorry, Severus, I tried to convince him to wait a few hours," Remus said softly, as always playing the peace keeper between both men.

"I found it," Sirius stated, he'd found the evidence that the Ministry had been looking into Voldemort's disappearance despite the fact they said he had been killed that night. "I stayed all night getting the documents, they're only copies but I didn't want to risk that the real ones were charmed to let someone know if they were removed." he had taken the night shift because he wanted to spend some time with Harry on Christmas day. He didn't care that he was tired, Harry was finally accepting him, and by Merlin, he wanted to be part of Harry's life and he was finally getting to. So when he got the invite he made sure he was down for night shift the day before Christmas.

"Not today," Severus said adamantly, "We'll look them over tomorrow at earliest," he wasn't going to sully Harry's first Christmas with whatever was in that damn folder.

"I agree," Remus said vehemently.

"Of course," Sirius nodded his agreement, handing over the folder.

"Happy Yule, Severus, Harry," Remus said handing over a black gift bag; two gifts were stored inside from both himself and Sirius. "These are for you; Sirius has the ones for Harry."

"Have either of you eaten?" Severus asked resignedly, he wasn't going to get rid of them now. Sirius had already wandered over to Harry and sat down beside him, the large bag of gifts next to the tree.

"No, Sirius was adamant about coming right over as soon as he got home, I managed to get him to shower and change but that was it," Remus said in amusement. Smiling at Harry who said Happy Yule back, with a small wave in welcome to both him and Sirius.

"Flippy?" Severus called, once the elf appeared, "Please make two more breakfasts for our guests," the House-elves already knew what Sirius and Remus drank due to their frequency in the manor.

"Why aren't you opening presents?" Sirius asked looking over the gifts Harry had already opened.

"I'm hungry," Harry said plainly as if it made all the sense in the world - which it did to him.

Sirius nodded solemnly, when there was food about Harry was right at it, every time, he didn't play about. Sirius understood that part of Harry probably feared unconsciously that he wouldn't get more so always ate it as soon as it was there. The only time he could seem to forget about it was when he was playing with Draco, but when they were called in Harry went immediately even now. It hit him harder today, since he usually ripped open all his presents as a kid, forgetting about food, and his parents as harsh as they normally were let them enjoy Yule without the ridge pureblood policy coming out to play.

"Excuse me a moment," Severus said, he was going to put the folder in his office, so that he wasn't tempted to peak at it, ensuring Harry knew he would be back, yes despite the fact three months had gone by Harry still constantly looked for him. After his lessons with Remus he always tore through the manor looking for him. It was now that reason that Severus always made sure he was in the living room in time for his 'class' finishing. He had almost had a panic attack when he hadn't been there one day, he'd looked everywhere other than the potions lab he'd been in.

"It does look lovely," Sirius said with a grin, which wiped away seeing Harry grip his food tightly in his hand, eyeing him suspiciously. He'd taken one sweet from him! One sweet! An earwax Berty Bott at that! He hadn't expected him to hoard his food whenever he was around because of it. Sirius raised his hand to declare defeat; he wasn't going to steal his food.

Severus returned quite quickly, placing the gift Harry had got him safely back in the box, not wishing for anything to happen to it despite the fact it could be repaired - nothing looked quite the same when it was repaired magically. He walked over and placed it on his writing desk where it definitely wouldn't be disturbed. He was in fact contemplating on putting it there; he did spend quite a bit of time on this desk after all.

"When will Draco get here, Dad?" Harry asked as he slid off the couch plate in hand, "Flippy?"

"Yes, young master what can Flippy be doing for you?" Flippy asked, gazing adoringly at his young master.

"Here you go, Flippy, thank you!" Harry said, "Happy Yule!"

Flippy's eyes filled with tears, "Happy Yule to you too young Master Harry," he said taking the plate before disappearing with a pop not wishing to make young master think he'd done something wrong so he thought it best to disappear before the tears sprang out. He was never treated like an equal, not in any family he had served, but Harry did all the time.

"Draco will be here in a few hours, before lunch," Severus informed him, "He will be opening and playing with some of his toys and eating breakfast like you." both Draco and Harry thought of each other as 'best friends' Draco didn't need to wear his 'mask' while playing with Harry, and Harry didn't make him feel the need to act superior. If anything the first few months had brought out a fierce protector in Draco, he had learned to care, learned to control his temper after seeing what it did to Harry. He didn't want to lose his friend after all, and Narcissa and Lucius were in awe of the side that Harry brought out in Draco. Harry was good for him, just as Draco's confidence was good for Harry.

Harry nodded eagerly before he sat down again right in the same spot, and began to open the rest of his presents.

Chapter 41

True to Severus' words, the Malfoy family and Minerva made their way to Prince Hall just before lunch. The group had become very close, Severus and Minerva due to the betrayal from someone they had thought of as a mentor and a friend. Lucius aiding Severus when he needed it most had warmed Minerva to him, and the trio's friendship had strengthened as they went to whatever length they needed to in order to get to the bottom of the truth. Along the way Remus and Sirius had been let in on the truth, Minerva, Lucius, and Severus had a genuine friendship but the two Marauders had been tolerated for Harry's sake. Severus didn't regard them as friends, but they certainly had come along way from the enemies they'd been once upon a time. Dumbledore had screwed over them all, and so it stood to reason they would always have that in common.

Still, Severus could scarcely believe he was sitting having lunch (and dinner later) with them on Yule of all times, time had changed them all. Glancing at his son, watching him interact with Draco, both of them beaming with exuberance, Yule was for them, and more than it was for the adults. Despite their excitement, he was pleased to see neither of them were forgetting their manners and were eating appropriately.

"What did you think of Harry's gift, Severus?" Narcissa asked, smiling sweetly at the children, Draco had picked out a beautiful opal necklace for her, which she was wearing today. She had been informed of what Harry had picked out for Severus despite Lucius' gentle nudging towards other items but Harry had been adamant about getting the doe figurine. Picking up her napkin, she wiped away the bit of soup that had dripped down her son's mouth absently before replacing it on her lap.

Severus glanced drolly at the woman, "It's a very appropriate gift," Severus replied, only slightly irritated after all he wasn't one for talking about his feelings or rather feelings on gifts he received. He was very touched by the gift, but he definitely didn't want to come outright and say that, least of all with Black and Lupin at the table.

"What was it?" Minerva enquired curiously, ignoring the mutter of 'Potion ingredients probably' that Sirius said.

"A doe," Severus replied.

"Why's that appropriate?" Sirius asked his brow puckered; when he noticed everyone including Remus staring at him incredulously he realized it was something very obvious.

"Lily's patronus was a doe," Remus said quietly, heart clenching, just thinking about the vibrant woman they'd all known but Harry would never get to.

"As is Severus'," Lucius pointed out smoothly after swallowing his roast tomato and mascarpone soup. "I wasn't aware that Harry knew what your patronus was though,"

"I imbued my patronus into a globe for Harry as a night light," Severus explained, not surprised they didn't know.

"That's a brilliant idea, Severus, you should see about selling that idea," Lucius said shrewdly. Many children were afraid of the dark, and this was a very good idea, the patronus charm would exude the feeling of safety which was only an added benefit to help them in the long run.

"It would be a good idea, if most could actually perform the charm," Severus pointed out, the empty bowls of soup they'd all consumed disappeared. Butternut and sage Risotto was the next meal brought through by the extremely busy House-elves.

"That unfortunately is all too true," Minerva agreed, a lot of powerful people had been in the Order and yet only a few had been able to cast the Patronus charm. Although by the end a few more had been able to due to necessity, the rumours that the Dementors had joined forces with the Dark had been the motivator behind that. "This is amazing, Severus, you'll have to give my compliments to the House-elves." she added as she scooped up more of the Risotto, something that most definitely wasn't served at Hogwarts, not even during Yule.

"It is," Narcissa agreed. Giving her son a spoon to help him eat it, and save it from going all over Draco in the process. She noticed that Severus had already done the same thing for Harry, both kids were making their way through the Risotto with haste, no doubt they wanted to play with their shiny new toys.

"I'll be sure to pass along the compliments," Severus replied, despite Sirius and Remus coming early he had actually enjoyed himself. Harry and Draco still had gifts to open from Minerva as well as Lucius and Narcissa since they'd come through in time for Lunch there hadn't been time to open them before. "Lucius are you alright?" Severus asked him, noticing the frown on his face; he was quieter than usual and seemed as if he had something eating at him.

Lucius shook his head slightly, mouthing the word 'later' before replying, "I'm fine," children were much more observant than people realized half the time, and this wasn't something he wanted to burden his son with.

Severus' eyes flared with worry but he nonetheless nodded his agreement, it had to be something extremely worrying for Lucius to actually show it. His mind went from prospect to prospect of what it could be but nothing seemed to fit, shaking it off, he would find out later when his son and godson were safely distracted. The rest of the Risotto was finished in silence as all the adults automatically became worried themselves.

Dessert consisted of Yule chocolate pudding, with a side of fruit, raspberries and strawberries, with strawberry sauce drizzled on the pudding itself. The helpings were small, since dinner was the main course, and a filling one at that. Draco definitely showed his approval for his kind of food, as he dug gleefully into his portion.

"Can I open my presents now?" Draco begged the second his dessert plate was clean of any possible scrapings.

"In a moment," Narcissa promised, "At least let Harry finish his so you can both play."

Draco nodded somewhat reluctantly, eyeing his wrapped presents impatiently.

Sirius chuckled and grinned at Draco's impatience, now that was how Yule should be, he hoped he got to see Harry a little more like that at some point in his life. As soon as Harry was done, the empty plates disappeared and Draco all but jumped from the table and ran towards them, until his dad cleared his throat then he slowed down absently making sure Harry was with him.

Platters with tea, coffee and two hot chocolates soon took its place on the table, leaving the adults to safely digest their food.

"So what's going on?" Sirius asked, wondering if it had anything to do with his discovery.

"It's nothing I can't handle," Lucius stated, making it clear and no mistake that he could handle this on his own. It had been enough to have him revise his will and go to Gringotts to ensure it put through.

"We've been receiving increasingly violent threatening letters," Narcissa told them, placing her hand on her husband's shoulder. "One of them was addressed to Draco." thankfully though her husband had a redirecting spell on all mail, he was cautious and paranoid for a reason.

Severus sat up straighter; narrowing his eyes, "Was he hurt?" the thought of anyone cursing his godson filled him with rage.

"No, Severus, all mail comes through me," Lucius answered immediately.

"Who is it?" Severus then asked, knowing Lucius would have at least a rough idea on who was doing it.

"It must be one of the few who got off," Minerva said thoughtfully, before Lucius could answer. "The more known ones have to be Nott, Avery, Macnair…Crabbe and of course Goyle." all of whom all had children now the exact same age as Draco and Harry.

"Those are the ones who were caught and got off," Severus corrected her still staring at Lucius in silent demand for an answer.

"I heavily suspect Nott and Avery, the writing is different in parts of the letters showing at least two people are colluding together." Lucius explained grimly, "Crabbe and Goyle are useless, they can't do anything without someone telling them, so the chances are extremely of them this is slim. Nott wouldn't risk it, not since his wife died, he is all that Theodore has, he was quite happy to hunker down and play it out. He might be one of the Dark Lord's most loyal but even he knows to do anything is paramount to suicide especially against me."

"Who else could it potentially be?" Minerva asked thoughtfully, her hands wrapped around her coffee occasionally taking a sip.

"There's many who evaded justice, the Carrow twins are one of the many," Severus answered, they'd just joined the Dark Lord's cause, and had not yet really taken part in any raids for someone to get a description of them to the Ministry.

"They'll know that the mark is fading, could this be them just panicking?" Minerva questioned.

"It's possible," Lucius said slowly, "But I do not think so, it's more to do with me being seen as a 'traitor' to the cause,"

"You said there was a hex in one of the letters?" Sirius asked, joining the conversation a little hesitantly.

"The one for Draco this morning, yes," Lucius turned to face Sirius answering at the same time.

"Do you still have it?" Sirius then enquired.

"Of course," Lucius replied, "I have not yet had an opportunity to deal with it, and I refuse to let them ruin my son's Yule."

"Well if you like I can investigate it…on the side, not as an Auror, but I'll be able to tell you who's magic it is, even if they've tried to mask it, it isn't as easy as you think when it comes to masking your magic. There's always a residual strand left behind, we learned this in Auror training. Only those extremely powerful have a hope in completely removing their signature."

"Why would you want to help me?" Lucius asked suspiciously, he was under no illusions that Black cared about him, they hated each other, and they'd been on the other sides of the war for Merlin sake. Unlike the others Black knew he hadn't been under the imperious curse, his change in sides now didn't better himself in Black's eyes.

"You helped my godson," Sirius said frankly, "I will always owe you for that, let me help you and your son in turn." plus Harry and Draco were like brothers, even he wasn't blind to that. It was the start of a beautiful friendship that would last well after they both graduated Hogwarts. They were lucky, and he would do anything for Harry, including help the Malfoy's. Harry would be devastated if anything happened to Lucius or Draco. For some reason Harry really, really liked Lucius which had irked him until Harry began to open up to him and trust him a little. "Narcissa and Draco are family, Black blood that means something too."

"Enough of this, let's just enjoy today, the boys are beginning to sense something amiss," Narcissa admonished them.

"They won't get to threaten Draco again," Severus said with a steely undertone, his eyes flashing with feral promise. He didn't care if he and Lucius had to hunt the wizards down and kill them, he would do it. He was by no means a good law-abiding citizen, he had done his fair share of rule breaking things and for family, and he would always do what it took to keep family safe. If they were coming after Draco the chances of them coming after Harry for being his 'son' was strong. No, they would be taken care of, and the world would be safer for it. They wouldn't leave any evidence behind either, oh no, there would be nothing to tie them to any crime.

Lucius nodded just once in a curt agreement as understanding flowed through both men. They had killed a woman for less, Figg for less than what the Death Eaters were determined to do to his son. He had chosen his side, openly declared where his allegiance lay; he would need to deal with them. He had been an idiot not to have considered it sooner but he'd assumed they'd stay away tails tucked between their legs and continued on with their lives. Their insistence on threatening his family they had made their own soon to be orphans.

"Now then, here you go lad," Minerva said, removing gifts from her cloak pocket, giving one to Severus, adding her own attempt to change the subject. Unlike the others she had understood the byplay between both men. She didn't even like to think about it if she was honest, but unfortunately both men would do what they needed to keep Draco and Harry safe. She understood that if they'd come after Lucius - using his son to achieve it - they might come after Harry and she couldn't bear the thought. She also handed out the others, nothing big or extravagant but she'd been aware that they were coming and so chose to get gifts for them all.

"I have not been a lad for a long while, Minerva," Severus accepted the gift deeply amused, she hadn't called him that in a long time.

"I've known you since you were eleven, you will always be a lad to me," Minerva brushed off his words, used to them by now.

Severus began to unwrap the gift, eyes widening in surprise it wasn't his usual bottle of alcohol. It was a book on potions, and if he wasn't wrong, the book had yet to be published. "How did…"

"I know Maria, she's a friend, when I mentioned that I would like the book for you she sent it immediately," Minerva said, thoroughly satisfied that Severus liked the book. Maria had also tried to give it to her for free, but Minerva wasn't having any of it. She had instead transferred the money into her vault, preventing her from protesting. "It won't be out until after the New Year, but as you know writers get so many books to give away or keep at their own discretion."

"Thank you, Minerva, I have been looking forward to this being published," Severus said with deep gratitude, it was in all Potioneer magazines, descriptions of upcoming books and such. It was said to fly of the shelves when it was out, and the shops were already taking pre-order sales.

"I'm just glad you like it," Minerva said, the others were all giving thanks of their own; Remus had received a voucher for clothes from Gladrags. Sirius had received a book, a muggle book on how to interact with abused children and how their reactions and inactions should be read as and a selection of sweets since Sirius had a sweet tooth a mile long - as evidence he had took a sweet from Harry earlier that week. Narcissa and Lucius got wine, a good year too; she knew they liked their wines. Abraxas used to own a winery, and sold it before Lucius had come of age, and many of those wines (which had been placed in the cellar) had been used over the years depleting their supplies. A small box of chocolates was also in the box for them to enjoy.

It was her turn; she received a large selection of shortcake and gingersnaps from Narcissa and Lucius. Scottish whiskey from Sirius and Remus. A hand made card with a cat lying stretched out under a Yule tree on front that looked remarkably like her Animagus form from Harry; Severus had got her a fairly rare Transfiguration tome. She graciously thanked them; giving a small smile to Harry for his 'wonderful' card she was delighted with it. She beckoned them forward, giving them their gifts.

"Happy Yule," she said as they sat beside her and eagerly opened, Harry more sedately but enthusiastically nonetheless. Inside they found a selection of sweets, a book each on Latin for children, a fun book apposed to the dry and boring lessons one receives. Seven packets of Quidditch trading cards the book to go with it and toy snitches - she didn't bother with broomsticks since both boys already had one or would soon enough knowing Sirius.

"Thank you!" both boys chorused before they gave her a hug, and then proceeded to drag their gifts to the centre of the room to investigate more thoroughly. They had been well and truly spoiled today.

"Honestly, I'm surprised you didn't end up with a Quidditch career," Severus said dryly, shaking his head in amusement.

"Merlin, no, I am not that must of an enthusiast," Minerva denied.

Severus, Remus and Sirius snorted in amusement, while Narcissa and Lucius just tried to prevent the rising of their lips since that statement had well and truly amused them. "If you say so," Severus replied sardonically. She was extremely competitive and absolutely loved when her team won and she wasn't even the one playing the game. 'Denial' wasn't only a river in Egypt, apparently.

Severus smiled slightly when he saw Draco explaining what to do with the trading cards. The others all turned as well; just content to watch the kids enjoy themselves and talk. Quidditch and anything associated was one of the things Severus had no interest in, and hadn't bought anything for Harry. Not out of spite or not wishing for Harry to take to the game, far from it, he knew the others would buy him gifts in that area aplenty and he wasn't wrong. Surprisingly Sirius hadn't gone overboard with gifts, he'd given Harry five, one of them a new child broom with the latest safety features, stuffed teddy's in the shape of a stag, wolf and black dog which he had pointed out was actually a panther for all the good it did and colouring in books and crayons with words and numbers surprisingly - it wasn't something he'd expect Black to do but suspected Remus had hand in it.

"Come by tomorrow," Severus said quietly to Lucius, "Black found the files, in fact bring the letter and let him do what he needs to here while you and I look over the documents."

Lucius perked up at that, "I will," he agreed immediately, the sooner the last part of the Dark Lord was dealt with the better, at least he would only have to worry about vengeful Death Eaters if that were the case. The thought of the Dark Lord returning quite frankly terrified him to the bone. In fact he was almost curious enough to try and get Severus to show him now, but he knew his wife would not allow it, not on Yule. He worked a lot and missed quite a bit of Draco's development, Yule was family time, time that Draco would get to spend with all of them together.