Chapter 15
The weather cooled as autumn slid into winter and things settled into a routine. The children's school in Hogsmeade had expanded to seven students, with two girls and two boys joining Rys, Kyler, and Draco. There was only one child over the age of five, a Squib who attended with his magical little sister. All the children got along well and none of them seemed to notice young Ari's lack of magic. Hannah had steadily regained her strength along with her magic and brought Maya with her to help out at the school several times a week. Narcissa managed sneak away to read to the children occasionally. Sirius and Remus seemed to be managing well, especially with Miss Lucy helping out the day before and the day after the full moon.
"Professor Snape?"
Severus looked up from his grading to see Bill Weasley standing in the doorway to his office with a scowl. "Weasley?
"Professor McGonagall asked me to bring this to you," Weasley laid a note on the desk in front of him. "Will you tell Rys hello for me, please?"
Nodding absently, Severus broke the seal on the folded parchment.
The peacock is in the roost.
The peacock could only be a reference to Lucius Malfoy, the newest of the Hogwarts' Board of Governors. It wasn't unexpected and Severus had to admit that he was glad it happened while Rys was away from the castle. Severus no problem interacting with Malfoy, but he didn't know what Rys' reaction would be. He didn't want his son to react with a magical display. Severus knew with Rys' temper, Malfoy provoking him would certainly get a reaction.
Fawkes' arrival wasn't completely unexpected either, Severus thought, smiling at the phoenix as he took the note inviting him to the Headmaster's office. Brushing a wingtip across his shoulder, Fawkes disappeared in a burst of flame. Severus capped his inkwell and blotted his quill before standing and brushing a hand down the front of his black teaching robes. His stomach churned as he wondered what games Dumbledore thought to play with the new Hogwarts governor. He straightened his cuffs, brushing his finger along the Heritage bracelet; he knew Rys was safe. Severus set his face in a neutral mask and headed towards Dumbledore's office.
"Ah, Severus, do come in!" Albus Dumbledore looked regal sitting behind his desk, wearing robes of royal purple and gold.
Malfoy stood and turned slowly, his elegant black robes subtly accented in deep green. Something flared in the gray eyes and Malfoy bowed slightly from the waist as Severus approached the desk. Keeping his face from showing the smirk he felt, Severus gave him a nod before turning his attention to Dumbledore.
"You needed me for something, Headmaster?" Severus inquired stiffly.
"Sit down for a moment, Severus," Dumbledore said, flicking his wand towards the top of his desk, smiling when a tea tray materialized on it.
Severus reluctantly sat in the chair next to Malfoy as Dumbledore poured the tea, floating each of them a cup to the table between them.
"Lucius was just asking about the Children's School, Severus," Dumbledore said as he picked up his teacup. "He was expressing an interest in sending his son there after I told him your son was attending."
Anger flashed through him and Severus ignored the cup at his elbow. "I'm afraid that I am a bit doubtful that a Malfoy would find a small village school adequate for his heir."
The curl in Malfoy's lip wasn't quite a sneer. "I am open to all possibilities when it comes to providing Draco with a well-rounded education, Snape."
Restraining himself from reacting to Malfoy's outright lie, Severus met Malfoy's eyes. "The school welcomes all magical children, both of Muggle and magical families, even Squibs." Severus didn't try to hide his smirk at the distaste he could see in Malfoy's face.
Recovering his composure instantly, Malfoy nonchalantly lifted his cup, taking a sip, before responding. "It must have something special to offer, surely, as your son attends it, but I will wait for Celeste's impressions before I make a decision."
Severus struggled not to frown as Malfoy's meaning became clear, but he simply inclined his head. "Remus Lupin has tutored extensively on the Continent in the last several years and Sirius Black was an Auror whose knowledge of defensive spells is exemplary. I, myself, am volunteering time where I can, as is normal for these types of schools." He could feel Dumbledore's eyes on him. "I have no doubt that my son is benefitting from the instruction he is receiving and will be better prepared to attend Hogwarts when the time comes."
"You must feel that the building is suitably well protected, Snape," Malfoy remarked, a dubious tone to his voice. "To allow the Boy Who Lived to attend."
The malice in the voice was subtle, but Severus clearly heard it. He stood up. "The protective wards around the building used for the school are more than adequate, I'd dare say." Severus turned towards Dumbledore. "I'll take my leave now, as I have work to attend to. Gentlemen."
In a swirl of robes, Severus pivoted on his heel and headed out of the office, seething over Dumbledore's high-handed tactics. What was the purpose of summoning him, short of allowing Malfoy to establish his new authority? Malfoy's questions about the children's school were disconcerting, but Severus doubted Malfoy would ever lower himself to go to Hogsmeade himself.
The Heritage bracelet on his wrist heated unexpectedly as Severus strode down the stairs towards the dungeons, followed immediately by a feeling of fear, then pain, coming through the bond with Rys. Severus diverted to his right, heading for the tapestry of fruit and slipped into the kitchens. The house-elves cleared a path for him and Severus was grateful as Altor was waiting with the cracked sugar bowl that held Floo Powder.
"Thank you, Altor," Severus grabbed a pinch and threw it into the flames. "Sirius Black house, Hogsmeade!"
Emerging from the Floo into Sirius' sitting room, Severus stepped into a scene of chaos. Sirius was on his knees, arms wrapped protectively around Rys and Kyler, Remus had his wand drawn, while Miss Lucy stood in front of the three of the other students, brandishing her cane. Just inside the front door stood Hogwarts’ Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor, Celeste Adstrum, with an enraged look on her face. Nearby were two men who, from their identical robes, were clearly Ministry. Both men had looks of horror on their faces, quills poised over parchment forms. The noise of the scene hit him like a wave as Kyler cried loudly, Miss Lucy lectured Adstrum, and Sirius yelled.
"Daddy!" Rys' distressed voice rose above the din and Severus saw his son squirm out of Sirius' grasp. "Daddy!"
Severus, his own wand in hand, scooped Rys up as he threw himself at Severus. "Are you hurt?"
"Mean lady pushed Kyler, Daddy!" Rys sobbed and Severus' eyes narrowed at the red mark he saw one of Rys' cheeks.
"Someone want to tell me what is going on here?" Severus met Sirius' eyes as he stood up with Kyler in his arms. "Sirius?"
Adstrum stared at Severus, a sneer on her face. "The child ran into me. I merely deflected him."
Sirius held the still sniffling Kyler protectively against his chest, one hand rubbing soothing circles on the little boy's back. "Most normal adults would have caught and steadied the child, not pushed him away with such force that he fell!"
"How did my son get this mark on his face?" Severus snapped, as Adstrum appeared to want to belabor the point.
"Rys tried to help Kyler and was hit on the upswing of her hand," Sirius spat out and Severus saw red, his hand bringing his wand up and pointed at Adstrum.
"Professor Snape? Auror Black?" One of the Ministry employees stepped forward, quill in hand. "Herman Peski, Department of Magical Education," he introduced himself and waved a hand towards the timid-looking man beside him. "This is my partner, Byron Beeman, and we are on a surprise inspection."
Remus stepped out of the hallway leading towards the classroom and laid a hand on Severus' arm for a second before moving forward. Rys tightened his arms around Severus' neck as Severus took a deep breath in an attempt to calm himself. The signal from Remus told him that Narcissa and Draco had gotten away without being discovered.
"Gentlemen, I'm Remus Lupin, director of the school." Remus pointedly ignored Adstrum. "How is it we can help you today?"
"We're conducting a surprise inspection of your school, sir," Peski said again.
"Strange," Remus glanced at Sirius. "Our certification was approved just a month ago and already we are having a surprise inspection?"
"Does the Ministry always bring a Hogwarts professor with them for their inspections?" Miss Lucy spat at them.
"Well, no, ma'am, not usually—"
"Madam Burke to you, young man," Miss Lucy snapped. "Then why did you bring her?"
The two Ministry officials looked at each other and then at Adstrum, whose haughty expression never changed.
"Well, the Minister—"
"Lord Malfoy—"
"You've no right to question—"
"Enough!" Sirius barked, lowering his wand and nodding at Remus.
"Gentlemen, I will allow your inspection of the school, but do plan to file a complaint with the Ministry on the disrupted way it was conducted, along with the questionable presence you brought with you." Remus gestured with his hand towards the classroom. "However, Professor Adstrum is not going to accompany you."
Sirius released his grip on Kyler and guided him behind Miss Lucy into the kitchen, no doubt for a distracting snack. Rys lifted his head, allowing Severus to get a good look at the scratch on his cheek. Glancing over, Severus found Adstrum watching them intently, almost as if to gauge Severus' mood. He decided to leave her in no doubt as to his feelings. Wand still pointed at the woman's torso, Severus settled Rys on his hip without breaking eye contact with Adstrum.
"I have my own suspicions as to what you are doing here, Celeste, but you will not be coming back." Severus narrowed his eyes at her. "And if you ever lay a hand, intentional or accidental, on my son again, you will rue the day you were born."
Adstrum's lip curled in distain as she smoothed the front of her robes. "There is nothing about you I fear, half-blood!" She looked down her nose at Rys. "Nor do I share Dumbledore's delusion that your progeny will amount to anything!"
Loathing twisted the witch's face into an ugly mask as she gripped her wand and Disapparated. Severus gritted his teeth at the implied insult of Disapparating without the permission of the homeowner.
"Bloody rude of the bi…woman!" Sirius appeared at his elbow.
"Quite."
"I don't like her, Daddy!" Rys exclaimed, rubbing his cheek.
"Nor do I, sweet boy," Severus told him as he followed Sirius into the large kitchen.
"Let me look at the baby, Severus," Miss Lucy said, holding her arms out for Rys, Kyler already sitting on one side of her lap.
Severus watched with a bemused smile as Kyler helped the elderly woman check Rys' cheek, fussing over him until Rys started to giggle. The other children, who had stood silent and scared, relaxed enough to be coaxed to the table where biscuits and fruit had been laid out. Sirius touched his elbow and Severus moved with him to the doorway where they could hear the quiet murmur of voices coming from the classroom.
"Narcissa?" Severus asked quietly.
"She was able to Floo out with Draco when the wards were triggered," Sirius told him grimly. "Do you think that Malfoy knows they are coming here?"
Severus shook his head. "No, I think it was Lucius Malfoy's way of showing me that he has the power within the Ministry to have an impact on us." He met Sirius' eyes. "I don't know whether this was a surprise to Dumbledore or if he is playing yet another game."
"Dumbledore is in it for Dumbledore and his 'greater good'!" Sirius snarled. "Why else would he have sanctioned my imprisonment in Azkaban without trial, when he knew Pettigrew was their Secret Keeper?"
"Or leave a baby on a doorstep in the middle of the night without ever checking on him?"
Sirius nodded. "If he'd just reconsider his strategy and take into account the challenges we face now!"
"Exactly," Severus leaned closer. "You would think he'd have already tried to find out why Rys' survived the Killing Curse. I don't think Dumbledore has any idea the true nature of the curse scar."
Sirius' eyes widened and he grinned like a loon. "That's it, Severus!"
"What are you on about?"
"You need to slip him a subtle hint that Rys' scar isn't a normal curse scar!" Sirius actually smirked. "Let him delve into the soul-splitting theory!"
Severus blinked before he found himself smirking as well. "Capitol idea!"
Sirius puffed up as Severus rolled his eyes.
The first heavy snow on Halloween coincided with the first outbreak of winter colds and flu, which fell, as the fates would have it, on a Hogsmeade weekend. Severus had brewed every waking moment since Friday afternoon and while Rys had been good, the three-year-old was getting restless. After lunch, his last batch of Pepper-up Potion sent up to Poppy, Severus helped Rys bundle up in his winter jacket and boots. Rys fairly vibrated with excitement as they walked up towards the Entrance Hall, grinning at Severus as he held tightly to Severus' hand.
The grounds were covered in a thick blanket of snow and groups of students were there, engaged in various activities. Rys dropped Severus' hand to run out into a clear area and dramatically fall backwards in the snow to make a snow angel.
"Well done, sweet boy!" Severus gave him a tired smile as he bent down and lifted Rys up so they could admire it.
"Make a snowman, Daddy!" Rys face was eager and hopeful.
Severus smothered a groan. Playing in the snow was about the last thing he wanted to do, but he had little resistance to the pleading green eyes. Nodding, Severus sent Rys down, surprised when a burst of happiness came through the bond. Severus chose a spot near the snow angel and knelt down.
"All right, let's start this construction." He scooped up a large handful of snow and packed it into a hard ball. "Now, we roll this around in the snow so that it gets bigger."
Demonstrating the maneuver, Severus soon had a ball big enough for the base of their snowman. Between them, they made a smaller ball and Rys made a third ball of snow for the head. The snowman wasn't much bigger than Rys, but he was thrilled with it. Severus transfigured an empty vial and some parchment scraps into buttons for eyes and a carrot for the nose.
"He's bril'ant, Daddy!" Rys grinned, patting the snowman's armless shoulder.
"Yes, he is," Severus answered with a smile, taking in his son's happy face.
"Professor Snape?"
Severus looked down to find the young Gryffindor, William Weasley, standing beside him. A small group of others from multiple Houses stood behind him, shifting nervously. Rys pressed against his leg as he looked at the students.
"Yes, Mr. Weasley?"
"We're going to build a snow fort, can Rys help us?" Weasley asked with a smile.
Severus could see it was a mixed group of first and second years from Slytherin, Hufflepuff, and Gryffindor. "I have no objections, as long as you stay within my sight."
Weasley grinned and held his hand out to Rys. "Well, you want to come play?"
Severus watched as Rys moved to the other side of their snowman with Weasley and the others, and began to build up walls of snow. He had no doubt that Weasley would keep an eye on Rys – the boy had proven he was trustworthy and had common sense. Minerva had mentioned he was the oldest of six brothers, which gave him insight on taking care of younger children. The children were partially hidden behind the walls of snow, but the shouts and laughter he could hear reassured Severus that they were all having a good time.
The wind had picked up and Severus pulled his collar tighter to keep out the blowing snow. An owl appeared out of the storm, and Severus frowned at it as it fought against the wind towards him. It looked like a common postal owl, Severus decided as he held out his arm and the grateful owl landed. He almost laughed at the disgruntled expression on the owl's face as it tried to smooth its ruffled feathers. Seeming to remember its purpose, the owl stuck its leg out to Severus and waited while he cast several revealing spells on the parchment envelope.
When he was satisfied it was safe, Severus untied it from the bird's leg. "I'm afraid I have no treat for you, but fly up to the Owlery and you will find some food."
The owl hooted softly before taking off again into the winds and disappearing. Opening the envelope, Severus was surprised to find it was from young Bastian, whom he hadn't heard from since he'd left Hogwarts in June. The letter inside was spelled to Severus' eyes only and a rather nasty hex for anyone attempting to steal it. Severus scanned the message before looking at a second parchment that had been included, recognizing Regulus Black's handwriting immediately. They might not have been friends, but Severus had tutored Regulus in Potions for a time. They'd also exchanged notes when they were young and stupid, newly marked Death Eaters.
In turns horrified and hopeful, Severus knew Hogwarts wasn't the place to exam the accompanying parchment and quickly folded them both back up. Resealing the envelope and a concealment charm on it before sliding it into his pocket. He would need feedback from Bernard and Phillip before he could decide on a course of action.
Looking up, Severus could see the snow had gotten heavier and he'd lost sight of the children. Trying to squash the tendril of panic that tightened his chest, Severus stepped into the knee-high snow towards where the children had been playing. There was no change in the bond they shared, which was reassuring. The area was quiet, half erected snow walls stood waiting for completion and Severus hurriedly followed rapidly disappearing tracks in the snow. Around a large tree, Severus stopped short as he saw Weasley helping Rys up from the ground and Albus Dumbledore looming over them.
"Daddy!" Rys launched himself at Severus, cheeks red and eyes dancing with laughter. "'m fell down in the snow puddle!"
Severus caught Rys and swung him into the air, catching him as he squealed with laughter. Setting him back down, Severus watched as Rys ran back towards the other children, noticing that he kept Weasley between him and the headmaster. Concentrating on not stiffening, Severus kept his eyes on his son as Dumbledore moved to stand beside him.
"He is growing so fast, Severus," Dumbledore said in a conversational tone.
Biting back the retort he wanted to make, Severus gave a short nod before an idea popped into his mind. "He's doing well, Headmaster, all things considered."
He could see Dumbledore nod out of the corner of his eyes. "Children are amazingly resilient, my boy."
His hands curled into fists but Severus kept the anger out of his voice. "All except his scar, which seems to bother him on occasion."
"Oh?" Dumbledore asked casually. "In what manner does the scar pain the child?"
"Well," Severus said, hiding a smirk as he folded his arms across his chest. "At times there have been sharp pains and at others, more of an ache. I'm at a loss as to why this magical marking, even a curse scar like this, can still cause pain so long after it was cast."
Dumbledore turned his head and looked at Severus over the top of his half-moon spectacles. "That is interesting, especially as no one else has ever survived the Killing Curse." His eyebrows knitted together in thought. "It could have an affinity to certain other Dark magic—" His eyes went distant, as if he'd never considered the possibility of Rys' scar being anything other than a scar. "I'll ponder the problem, Severus."
Severus watched Dumbledore walked back towards the castle, allowing himself the smirk he'd been hiding. It seemed that the old man hadn't taken the time to figure out why Rys had survived that curse or what the lasting effects could be from being exposed to it. He watched as his son played with the students, observing the interaction. Rys was still unsure and stayed closed to Weasley, deferring to whatever the older children wanted. While Rys had come a long way from the abused toddler Severus had rescued, he knew that there was still residual effects that needed to be dealt with before Rys could have the self-confidence he needed.
First, however, the parchment in his pocket needed to be studied and for that, they needed to be at the cottage, Severus decided. Besides, he'd rather reflect on the anniversary the day represented there. Minerva had already agreed to keep an eye on his Slytherins.
"And Regulus knew that Voldemort was doing this?" Sirius ran his hands through his hair in an agitated manner.
"I believe he suspected that something horrific had to happen to achieve the splitting of the soul," Severus said softly, mindful of Rys asleep in his arms.
Remus looked up from the scrap of parchment. "I've never seen anything like this spell. It must date back a thousand years."
Severus nodded warily. "I remember the whispers among the younger Death Eaters at the time and the wild speculation that went around regarding the sheer viciousness going on. I was more focused on my mastery and wasn't involved." He looked at Sirius. "I'm sorry about Regulus."
Sirius nodded. "Yeah, me, too. I wasn't much of brother to him then and certainly not one he'd have turned to, but I am proud of Reg for what he did, especially considering that Father had been one of Voldemort's earliest supporters."
"Yes," Severus said, still flinching at the name even two years after the wizard's demise.
"This spell makes my skin crawl just looking at it," Remus said as he dropped the parchment onto the table. "I—"
The door opening had all of their heads swiveling and hands dropping to wands. Phillip stepped inside with Farsh, who immediately bounded over to Severus and nudged Rys' foot. Severus reached down to scratch the corgi behind the ears.
"Farsh! Stop that!" Phillip gave Severus an apologetic smile. "Sorry, I was taking the dog for a walk and saw the light on."
"Bastian owled me with what we think is the spell used to split one's soul," Severus told him, pointing to the scrap of parchment on the table. "We were just talking about the horrific deeds that had to be done to activate the spell."
Phillip leaned over the table, clearly not even wanting to touch the paper. Farsh took this as a sign the he was free to go see if Sirius wanted to pet him while Rys slept on. Remus had a pinched look on his face as Phillip straightened with a shudder.
"I can't even imagine," Phillip shook his head and turned his attention to Rys. "How did the little one do tonight?"
Severus brushed the fringe back from Rys' forehead. "He was a bit quiet but seemed to understand the significance of the day. I think Halloween will always be a day of remembrance for him."
Snapping his fingers at Farsh, Phillip nodded. "I'm sure he was, as he seems very sensitive to different magics and may have been able to feel the difference Samhain brings."
"Yes, he does seem to be very perceptive," Severus agreed, remembering Rys' solemn face as they had watched the sun set that evening. "That does worry me, though, especially with as empathetic as he seems to be."
"Compassion can be an asset, Severus," Remus said softly.
"Not if it puts him in jeopardy!" Severus snapped, his hold on his son tightening fractionally.
A reassuring hand touched his shoulder and Severus glared at Sirius, who gave him a crooked smile. "Rys is naturally compassionate, Severus, but I think he had to learn to differentiate between those who he trusts to show that side to and those he keeps it hidden from. Rather like his father does."
The knot in his chest eased a little as Severus looked at the men around him. "I just want him to survive."
"And we are working to ensure that, Severus," Remus told him. "In fact, may I take this and see if I can decode the Latin and if there is any way we can use a counter-curse on it?"
Nodding at Remus, Severus looked up as Phillip sat beside him. He watched as the healer carefully brushed the hair from Rys' forehead, exposing his scar. Phillip traced his finger along the raised edge as Farsh stood on his hind legs and watched. A sudden flare of anger filled Severus.
"I wish that we could just use O'Malley's Magical Wart Removing Potion or a strong willow bark solution," Severus spat out, "and get that thing out of there!"
Phillip looked at him sadly and Severus felt a hand rest on his shoulder.
"I wish it was that easy, my friend, but I'm afraid at this age, it would do more damage than good for Rys," Phillip told him. "It's embedded in there and covered by two years' worth of scar tissue. Anything we do is going to be invasive and painful."
Signing, Severus nodded, his arms tightening around his son. "I know. I just wish it were different."
Sirius patted his arm. "We know, Severus, we know."
"And we will find a way to rid Rys of it," Remus interject fiercely.
Severus managed a smile, still surprised that his former antagonists had become so devoted to his son.
Setting the last end of term exam on top of the stack of parchment in front of him, Severus Banished the whole pile to the storage cabinet in the corner of his office. With a sigh, he stood up and pushed his chair back as he arched his back to stretch out the kinks. All his grading was done and Severus smiled as he pushed the chair back against his desk. He took one last look around the neat office before waving down the torches and stepped through the back door into his quarters.
It was eerily silent with Rys still at school with Sirius, Remus, and Miss Lucy. Severus stepped to the tapestry and laid his hand against it for a moment, his smile widening as he felt a welcoming warmth. It didn't even bother him that the old sorcerer didn't speak to him, something he rarely did, as a feeling of wellbeing flowed through Severus. Patting the tapestry, Severus turned to the fireplace and Summoned his winter cloak. The rest of the term had flow by as things had settled into a regular routine for Severus, Rys, and the people he'd come to think of as his extended family.
Sirius and Remus had the school and the children well in hand, with Remus researching how to destroy the Horcruxes in his free time. Sirius was almost as fiercely protective of Rys as Severus himself, a positive father figure to Draco, and, surprisingly, a trusted advisor. Phillip continued to research how to remove the organic matter from Rys' scar without hurting him, and he was also working with Severus to create a line of specialized potions for children. Hannah added that maternal touch to the group, with Rys as much as Kyler and Maya. Miss Lucy spent as much time at the school or the cottage as she did her own manor house and had asked if she could spend the hols with them. Kingsley Shacklebolt had also been a frequent visitor this winter and while Severus had no reservations about his loyalties, he was a little suspicious about Shacklebolt's interest in Bernard. Shacklebolt seemed to have appointed himself personal bodyguard for the barrister and Bernard didn't seem to be objecting. Merlin knew that Bernard continued to make Severus, Rys, and Sirius richer and richer as he reinvested their money, but more than that, Bernard was his best, and most trusted, friend.
Straightening, Severus picked up his satchel and Flooed through to the cottage. Masly had put up their holiday decorations and it made Severus smile to see the fairy lights twinkle as he stepped into the sitting room. He, Hannah, and Sirius were planning on going to Diagon Alley tomorrow to shop for gifts while the children were with Remus. The next day they were going to get a tree and decorate it, with a small Yule celebration that night for the immediate family.
That phrase made Severus smile. He definitely like the idea of giving Rys an extended family, filled with people who loved him. As neither of them had any blood family who were worth knowing, it was up to Severus to create one and he was pleased with the family they had. Severus knew that all of them would put their lives on the line for his son if the need arose, or for each other, and he felt blessed to be a part of the group. Rys had certainly benefited from his relationship with each, learning what it felt like to be part of a family that loved him unconditionally.
Dropping his bag on the low table in front of the couch, Severus could smell the delicious aroma from dinner that Masly was fixing. He smiled as he heard the house-elf moving around in the kitchen, mentally including Masly in that family group. Masly would do anything for them, Severus knew.
"I'm going to get Rys, Masly," Severus called out and then he Apparated to Sirius' front door.
Pushing open the door, Severus smiled as he heard children laughing from the direction of the classroom. Rys loved going to school with Kyler, Draco, and the village children. Naturally inquisitive, Rys seemed to soak up information like a sponge. He was already able to help Severus with simple potions and was reading simple story books. He silently made his way through the sitting room and down the hallway to the large room they'd converted to a classroom. Slipping into the back of the room, Severus could see the five older children practicing writing with quills on parchment, while little Ariel used a crayon to trace her name. Remus moved around them, correcting quill positions and encouraging the children in a soft voice.
"Hello, Severus," Miss Lucy appeared beside him, Maya blinking sleepily in her arms. "All done at Hogwarts?"
"Yes, and looking forward—"
"Daddy!" Rys' excited voice interrupted him. "I writted my big name, all by myself!"
Remus flashed them a smile as he stood next to Kyler and Severus acknowledged him with a nod as he moved to Rys' chair. Peering over his shoulder, Severus admired the barely legible Harry James Snape his son had written.
"Very nice, sweet boy!" Severus smoothed a hand over the silky hair and smiled as Rys' leaned against him.
"Excellent, Rys," Miss Lucy told him before moving around the table to admire the other children's work.
"I'm sorry, Severus," Remus told him with a sheepish smile. "I seem to have forgotten the time."
"Is it our hol'days now, Daddy?" Rys asked, practically vibrating in his seat.
Severus laughed. "Yes, its holiday time, Rys, but you have to clean up your table first."
All the children, with the exception of Ariel, immediately capped their ink wells and put the quills into the cup in the middle of the table. Remus helped Ariel as he supervised the others. Rys grabbed his paper and fidgeted until Remus dismissed them, climbing down to present Severus with his accomplishment. Severus lifted him and gave him a hug before they followed the others out of the classroom. Ari and Ariel's mother, along with the other parents, were waiting with Sirius in the sitting room and Severus winced as the noise volume rose.
As soon as he had exchanged pleasantries, Severus carried Rys through to the kitchen, where he found Miss Lucy sipping a cup of tea. Sitting Rys next to Miss Lucy and Maya, Severus fixed himself a cup of his own.
"Severus?" Sirius called from the sitting room, his voice tense.
"In the kitchen," Severus answered, setting his mug on the counter and exchanging a look with Miss Lucy.
Sirius led Narcissa and Draco in to the kitchen, both looking unusually pale. Narcissa in particular looked uncharacteristically rumpled and carried a bag, which she held close to her chest. Severus pulled a chair out from the table and helped Narcissa sit down as Remus moved to pour her a cup of tea. Kyler trailed in behind them, leaning against Rys' chair as Draco stood close to his mother.
"I thought you were hosting a ball tonight," Sirius asked Narcisssa as he accepted a mug from Remus.
Narcissa blew across the top of her tea, before taking a cautious sip. "I was to host a large party at the manor for Lucius' business associates and Ministry officials, but in reality, he was bringing together all of the Dark Lord's faithful. He wanted to show off all of the personal property that the Dark Lord left in his care before he…disappeared."
Severus stiffened and took a step closer. "Did you—"
"Yes," Narcissa snapped. "Do you think I'd take a chance and leave something like that in such a situation? Any more than I would expose my son to those barbarians?"
"And you have no other plans, I would guess?" Severus knew if Narcissa had the diary in the bag, it could be affecting her emotions.
"No."
Severus didn't hesitate. "You and Draco are welcome to stay with us, Narcissa." He glanced at the bag she carried. "Where are your things?"
"I don't have anything," Narcissa said, closing her eyes. "I told Lucius that I felt Draco was unwell and was taking him to my mother's for the holidays."
"It's okay, we'll find some things for you," Sirius said, putting his hand on Draco's shoulder as he looked at Severus.
"Yes," Severus agreed, contemplating. "The Headlands house would be the safest, I think, and we could gather everyone there for Yule and Christmas Eve."
"Is this house you speak of big enough?" Narcissa asked, sliding the bag onto the table and sighing in relief.
"Yes, Severus told her quietly, "and one your husband cannot find." He couldn't help smirking at the memory of Malfoy sprawled on the lawn.
"If that doesn't change your plans too much, Severus, we'd be very appreciative."
Severus looked around the room, getting nods from the adults around the room and Rys grinned at him.
"Daddy?"
Rys appeared beside him, brow furrowed in worry, and Severus lifted him into his lap. "What's the matter?"
"Will Fa'der Chris'mas find all of us if we're at the ocean?" He asked in a loud whisper, his eyes beseeching.
Severus smiled and ruffled his hair. "Father Christmas will find you no matter where you are, I promise."
Rys cocked his head, his eyes watching Severus intently for a moment as if he was measuring Severus' words, and then nodded. Severus couldn't help but wonder if his son remembered the Christmas he spent locked in a cupboard under the stairs. He shuddered at the thought.
"Do you mind sharing Christmas with Draco and his mum?"
Rys shook his head, grinning suddenly. "Draco can sleep in my room and she can sleep with you!"
Severus exchanged a startled look with Narcissa as he ignored Sirius' snigger. "I think it would probably be better if you slept with me, that way Draco doesn't get upset in a strange house."
"Sleep with Daddy?" Rys' face lit up with hope.
Severus smiled at him, but couldn't help feeling a little sad that Rys could still be uncertain in any way about him. "Yes, sweet boy, sleep with me." He leaned forward to kiss Rys' nose. "Provided you can keep your feet out of my face, young man."
Rys giggled, hand covering his mouth as they both remembered the last time Rys had crawled into bed with Severus. Hugging Rys, Severus glanced around the room, making eye contact with Sirius and Remus to make sure they were in agreement. Each gave him a nod and Miss Lucy smiled as Maya started to stir.
"Well, then, I believe we are in agreement. The Headlands house is large enough to accommodate everyone, although it will be snug, as long as Miss Lucy doesn't mind the small room off the nursery."
"All I need is a bed, Severus," Miss Lucy told him, lifting the baby when she started to fret.
"Good, then we will need to make a few changes," Severus said, setting Rys on his feet and standing up.
The relief showed on Narcissa's face as Severus and the others began making arrangements.
Christmas morning Severus woke up early, the pre-dawn light casting grayish shadows across the room. He was surprised Rys was still asleep, his head on the pillow beside Severus as he pressed back against Severus' chest. It had been an enjoyable and low-key week, especially considering how full the old farmhouse was with their extra guests. Masly had been a bit put out at the young house-elf Narcissa had brought with her, but had soon learned the value of a younger pair of hands. The elf had been sent by Lucius to keep an eye on his heir, but it turned out he had no love for his abusive master. Using magic known only to house-elves, Masly was able to secure Dobby's loyalty to Draco and prevent him from ever revealing what he'd seen in his time with Severus and Rys.
Tucking the blanket around Rys, Severus slipped into the bathroom and took a hurried shower. Severus dried off and dressed quickly in casual clothes. He was sure that Masly was already busy with breakfast preparations and he wanted to take Rys downstairs to see the tree and decorations twinkling at sunrise. They also needed to put out the gifts they'd gotten for Masly. It had been a challenge, having so many people in the house, but they had managed. Draco and Kyler didn't always play well together, but Rys was able to mediator the disagreements. It did concern Severus that they'd not had any time to themselves and while it was good that Rys was amenable, Severus hoped it wasn't a left over from his time with the Dursleys.
"Daddy?" Rys was sitting up in bed, rubbing his eyes sleepily when Severus stepped out of the bathroom. "Time to get up?"
"Happy Christmas, sweet boy," Severus said as he scooped Rys out of bed and kissed him. "Let's get you dressed so we can go see what Masly is making for breakfast.”
Letting Rys choose a green jumper, black cotton trousers, and green socks, Severus led the way. His son smothered a giggle as they tiptoed down the stairs. The giggle turned into a gasp when Severus flicked his wand and the fairy lights illuminated the Christmas tree. Presents were stacked under the branches and Father Christmas’ gifts for the children were piled in front of the fireplace, each group marked with a name. Severus diverted him monetarily as he set Masly's gifts on the hearth.
"Daddy!" Rys whispered loudly when he had them arranged to his satisfaction. "Is that a real cau'dron for me?"
"It might just be," Severus said, smiling. "Breakfast first and you can tell me all about the snowball fight with Sirius and Remus yesterday."
Snowball war was a more accurate description of the exchange, according to Bernard, who was pummeled as he Apparated in to the middle of it. Over a stack of Masly's pancakes, Rys told him how he and Sirius had "massa'tered" Remus, Draco, and Kyler. Severus had taken Narcissa, under a glamour, shopping for last minutes items and clothing in Diagon Alley. Taking in Rys' shining eyes, Severus let him talk, enjoying the time they had to themselves. They moved to the couch where Rys snuggled against him.
"—an' Maya is trying to walk, but falls down lots, Daddy, an' she still eats everything, even my toys! That's really yucky, you know." Rys exclaimed with the wisdom of a three-year-old.
"Yes, indeed it is," Severus answered seriously, smothering a snigger. "How are you getting along with Draco?
Rys raised his shoulders and tucked his chin, the shrug looking more like he was trying to hide his head than anything. "Okay. He and Kyler fight sometimes."
"You and he don’t, though, do you?"
"He and Kyler like the same toys sometimes and I just let 'em have them." Rys looked at him with a serious expression. "They're like Dudley sometimes."
"Ahh," Severus said, understanding perfectly and silently agreeing that both boys were a bit spoiled. "You are allowed to stand up for yourself, sweet boy. It's not selfish to say no if someone wants to play with a special toy."
"Like my uni'torn?" Rys asked.
"Exactly," Severus told him, remembering how Rys had put the stuff toy under his pillow.
Rys picked up the hand Severus had resting on his leg and began to play with Severus' fingers. Watching Rys gather his courage, Severus could hear the first stirrings of the other inhabitants of the house. He felt Rys tense and take a deep breath.
"Daddy?"
"Yes, sweet boy?"
"Can I have a puppy?"
Severus almost laughed, containing it as he took in Rys rigid shoulders and serious eyes. Lifting Rys on to his lap, Severus kissed the top of his head as he formulated a reply. Rys still hard a hard time asking for anything for himself and Severus didn't want to discourage him, but on the other hand, they simple didn't have time to take on a puppy at the moment.
"I am not opposed to the idea of getting a puppy, Rys, but I think we need to wait for your birthday. It would give us a chance to train it up a bit away from Hogwarts before the term starts."
Rys relaxed against him. "We can get a puppy when it gets warm, then?"
Severus laughed, wondering if he'd been maneuvered. "If you think you're big enough to help take care of a puppy."
"Oh yes, Daddy!" Rys turned and threw his arms around Severus' neck.
Severus patted his back. "Why did you ask about a puppy this morning, Rys?"
"I wanted to put it on my Father Christmas list," Rys told him quietly. "Until Unca Sirius said a puppy wasn't 'llowed at Hogwarts."
Giving Rys another hug, Severus pulled back and kissed his nose, laughing as Rys made a face. "I think we could get permission to have a well-behaved puppy in our rooms."
They were interrupted by the sound of running feet and Draco, followed closely by Kyler, came pounding down the stairs. Narcissa escorted Miss Lucy, with Hannah and Phillip carrying Maya bringing up the rear. Sirius appeared during the chaos of breakfast, in a robe and hair sticking out every which way. Rys giggled as he watched everyone, sneaking furtive glances at the stacks of gifts set in front of the fireplace.
The boys fairly vibrated with energy as the adults seated themselves with tea and coffee. Hannah sat on the floor near the low table with Maya and her gifts.
"All right, boys—" Severus started, only to be cut off as Kyler and Draco charged forward.
Rys hesitated a second before following them. As the others began tearing the wrapping paper off their Father Christmas gifts, Rys knelt by his unwrapped pile, finger in his mouth as he glanced over his shoulder at Severus. Nodding, Severus gave him an encouraging smile and Rys turned back, reaching out with both hands to grab the standard size student cauldron he'd wanted. As he began to look at the items inside, Rys got more and more excited. Severus smiled in relief as watched his son, touched by Rys' unique appreciation of every gift he received.
"A student's cauldron, Severus?" Narcissa leaned towards him. "And did Father Christmas not have time to wrap your son's presents?"
"It's what he said he wanted in his letter," Severus told her quietly. "And as you will see shortly, Rys has a bit of aversion to wrapping paper."
"Why is that?"
Severus looked at her; he'd forgotten how blunt she could be when she wanted to. "He was disciplined harshly for attempting to touch a wrapped gift the belonged to his cousin while at his Muggle relatives. It made a lasting impression."
"Bastards," Narcissa muttered before setting down her tea and reaching into the pocket of her robe. "Oh, I forgot to give this to you, Severus. It appears to be a potion of some type, but I'm not sure what language it is written in."
Severus took the folded piece of yellowed parchment carefully. "It looks very old. Where did you find it?"
"I believe it may have fallen out of the diary, as I found it in the bottom of my bag."
The parchment had writing on both sides in an unfamiliar language, some of it faded and blurred. It was almost as if Severus could feel Dark magic clinging to the paper and he quickly slipped it into his pocket.
"Thank you, I think you may have discovered something of considerable value." Severus looked up as Rys came over carrying over a package. "We appreciate your assistance."
He felt Narcissa's gaze as he helped Rys open the present from Miss Lucy, which turned out to be several Wizarding coloring books. Severus forgot about the parchment as everyone began unwrapping their gifts. By mutual agreement, the adults had focused on giving the children simple, educational gifts and games. The adults exchanged bottles of their favorite spirits and Severus given Phillip, Bernard, Remus, and Sirius wizard pocket watches that doubled as port-keys. He'd given Hannah and Lucy golden lockets that would also bring them to the safety of the Headlands house if anything happened. After much debate, Severus had given Narcissa a simple gold hairclip which would do the same. He hoped wouldn't raise any suspicions.
Masly's reaction to the gifts Rys had given him brought smile to everyone's face. Sitting on the floor, Rys threw his arms around Masly as he stared blankly at the warm gloves and scarf. They were green and blue, like the duvet that Rys picked out. Apparently his son was afraid that Masly wasn't warm enough in his small room off the kitchen. The Honeydukes dark chocolate from Severus disappeared from sight instantly as a misty-eyed Masly patted Rys on the shoulder.
Who would have known house-elves had a sweet tooth?
Severus stepped out of the Floo with Rys in time to see the last rays of the sunset painting the back wall of the cottage with orange light. He wasn't surprised to find Bernard and Kingsley already waiting for him, but the grimness of their expressions made him wary. It'd been a cold, blustery April day and Severus had several students serving detention despite it being a Saturday. Rys had spent time with young Weasley and his small group of friends as they played Exploding Snap and gobstones in the corner of his office.
A sense of foreboding washed over him, but Severus shook it off as he exchanged greetings before leading Rys into the kitchen. Masly was delighted to see them and produced a cup of cocoa along with a book on dog breeds. Rys' eyes lit up and Severus knew that Masly would have a hand in helping Rys decide on the puppy. Masly, who was scared of Farsh and his sharp teeth, was in favor of a little dog, one that both he and Rys could control.
Sirius and Remus had arrived by the time Severus returned to the sitting room, casting a Silencing Charm on the kitchen. Bernard handed him a glass of amber liquid, the orange strands inside marked it as firewhiskey.
"Must really be bad news," Severus commented, bringing the glass to his lips and sipped, grimacing at the burn it left behind.
"Yes and no," Bernard told him, casting a spell to seal the Floo connection. "Kingsley."
The Auror removed a scroll from inside his robes and spread it out on the table. "One of the Unspeakables recognized the language on the parchment Narcissa found as an archaic Albanian dialect. I was able to find a translator who confirmed this and who was able to translate it for me."
Severus set his glass down and leaned over the table. "Did you—"
The door swung open and Phillip stepped in, closing it and locking it behind him. "Sorry I'm late."
Bernard handed him a glass. "We’re just getting started."
"And yes, Severus, I Obliviated the translator at his own request." Kingsley took a long drink.
Following the list of ingredients, Severus went through the brewing instructions as dread settled into the pit of his stomach. "This is a potion that will preserve a piece of a soul."
He felt sick. "So this is what you are supposed to put in the vessel you've created for your Horcrux?"
"That was my interpretation," Kingsley told him grimly. "The very thought of what you would have to do in order to split your soul is sickening."
"Bloody hell!" Sirius looked slightly green.
"What about Rys? How can he be a vessel, especially if the piece of soul in his forehead wasn't properly prepared?" Severus asked, glancing between Kingsley and Phillip.
"Well, that's not the only we potion found on the parchment, Severus." Bernard sat down on the arm of Kingsley' chair. "The second potion, on the outside of the parchment, seems to be a potion to do the opposite."
Severus' head snapped up. "The opposite?"
"Yes, it seems to be a potion to destroy a Horcrux."
Severus was on his feet, his heart pounding with excitement as he snatched the piece of parchment Kingsley held out to him. "Are you sure?"
"Easy, Severus," Bernard cautioned him, hand on Kingsley's shoulder as he exchanged a look with Phillip. "Some of the writing was indecipherable due to handling and weathering, so it's incomplete."
"Plus we don't know whether it can be used on a person, Severus," Remus spoke up for the first time.
Phillip moved to read over Severus' shoulder and Severus' felt his stomach churn as he read over the list of ingredients. "Basilisk venom? Where are we going to get basilisk venom?"
"Daddy?"
Severus looked over to see Rys standing in the doorway twisting the bracelet on his wrist and sighed. He didn't know why he even bothered with privacy spells. Handing Phillip the parchment, Severus beckoned Rys to him and picked him up. Rys clung to him and Severus knew he was reading Severus' emotions through the bond.
"It's all right, sweet boy," Severus reassured his son. "Masly?"
The house-elf brought in the puppy book and Severus sat down, Rys content to sit in his lap looking at pictures.
"This is good news, Severus," Phillip told him. "It's a direction to start in."
Taking a deep breath, Severus nodded, holding his son just a little tighter. On one hand basilisks were the stuff of legends, but on the other, if one could find deadly basilisk venom, how could they put it into a potion without killing Rys?
Kingsley spoke up again. "Severus, the Aurors have taken a report that Artemus Bastian is missing."