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Snape Manor is searched but what is found?

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Chapter 11 Searching.

Alastor had only just had time to draw his breath in appreciation of Severus’ rather stunning exit when he saw Severus reappear. ‘That was a short ten minutes’, made it no further than the recesses of his mind as he watched in awe as the last of Severus’ Avatar aspect fell away. Silently he waited for Severus to speak, as it was obvious that his return had not been under his own volition.

Severus, shaking his head to clear the residual affects from being an avatar of the Lady, was momentarily taken aback at Alastor’s lack of comment until his normally keen intelligence kicked in. At which point, a string of invectives crossed his mind. The Lady was quite capable of manipulating time and it seemed from Alastor’s stance that he had arrived as soon as he had left. That, in and of itself, was bad enough without further complication: further complications raised its ugly head at that moment as Severus felt the last of his Avatar manifestation fell away. “Not a word Alastor, not a word.”

Alastor took the ferocious look to mean that any mention of what he had seen would result in a rather painful memory extraction. Wisely, he just nodded.

“I’ll see you at Snape Manor,” Alastor said curtly, before he released the bindings on Dumbledore and Sirius.

“Dumbledore, Sirius. Severus has told the truth,” Alastor spoke quietly to the two men as they roused; “Now I will leave you to your discussions but I’d advise you to remember that fact.”

“Well Headmaster, you wanted to speak with me?” Severus asked, full Snape persona in place as soon as Alastor left.

“Yes Severus,” Dumbledore answered somewhat forlornly, “I’m going to have to ask you to allow Snape Manor to be searched.”

‘Well at least he is asking’, Severus thought sardonically, fully aware that the asking was in fact a mere formality. “And, if I say no? Oh, no, no, don’t bother answering that Headmaster,” he said, as he looked daggers at Black, “after all your pet cur has been barking again. Must check just in case of intruders, mustn’t we? And I certainly do not want a summer vacation in Azkaban, so I’ll cooperate.”

The pet dog in question bristled, taking exception to the description, and would have lunged at Severus but for the restraining spell Dumbledore quickly cast in an attempt to avoid further unpleasantness. “Severus,” he sighed, “this is one of those times we must be seen to be doing something. I honestly believe that you had nothing to do with the disappearances, but surely you can see that allowing Snape Manor to be searched is the quickest way to quash any comments,” Dumbledore continued in a reasonable tone, all the while glad that he wasn’t the one currently under the effect of Veritaserum. He had his doubts, but to voice them would, as the muggles said, ensure he lost positive control of the potions master.

Whilst Dumbledore was thanking Merlin that he wasn’t under Veritaserum he should have remembered that Severus was a very skilled legimens and even without that skill, he was also a past master at reading people: it was one of the reasons he was still alive. He was, in fact, better at reading people and their motives than Dumbledore; he just wasn’t about to let anyone know. “When is this farce of a search to take place?” Severus snarled.

“As a matter of fact, Severus, now,” sighed the Headmaster though he was beginning to wonder if this really was a good idea. Sirius was notoriously unstable, and he could not afford to lose what little control of Severus he currently had. Being seen to believe one or the other was going to cause problems.


The sight that greeted Severus as he apparated with Dumbledore to the front of Snape Manor was rather circus-like, with all the assembled players awaiting the ringmaster. Severus looked at Dumbledore in disgust, but quickly schooled his face to a more neutral visage. The assembly consisted of most of the Hogwarts staff, the Order, with the notable exception of Remus Lupin, and many of the Ministry’s Senior Aurors. The idea behind the gathering was probably ‘the more eyes the better,’ but in this instance the ringmaster demonstrated that immense intelligence and power did not necessarily translate to wisdom. If Voldemort had any eyes directed at Snape Manor, he could now identify almost all of the Order of the Phoenix, as well as most of the senior Aurors.

“Isn’t this a little bit of overkill, Headmaster?” Severus asked mildly as he surveyed the assembled mob with a slight tilt of the head, suggesting his opinion on the matter. Any further comment he may have made died stillborn at the sight of Mr Potter and Mr Weasley amongst the gathered throng. “What the hell are they doing here?” he finally ground out once he had managed to reign his temper in far enough that his first words weren’t unforgivable.

“Mr Weasley suggested that Miss Granger’s pet might be of assistance in any search,” Dumbledore explained, “given the feline sense of smell and all.”

“If that is the only use the animal is to be put to we could have used Minerva just as well, Headmaster, without my home having to be invaded by that pair of…”

“Severus,” the Headmaster warned, cutting off any further comments as they watched the approach of Alastor and his senior colleagues.

“Albus,” Frederick Masters, head of the Ministry Aurors, nodded to Dumbledore as he approached. “You do realise that these are very serious allegations, considering Professor Snape’s history.”

Whilst listening to Mr Masters, Dumbledore was fascinated to see how well Severus, a man dressed entirely in black, was able to blend into the scenery. His attention was brought back to the Senior Auror when he asked to speak with the person who had made the allegations. After all, Alastor’s report, though unofficial as he was in theory retired, indicated that there was no need to invade Snape Manor.

“Professor Snape has agreed to allow Snape Manor to be searched to lay any and all rumours to rest,” Dumbledore answered reasonably, even though Severus’ agreement had never been sought.

At the mention of their ‘star witness’, Severus, who had succeeded quite admirably in his goal to disappear in plain sight, looked about for the aforementioned wizard. After all, Sirius Black was still listed as wanted by the Ministry. He finally spotted Black, leashed and muzzled, held in check by Argus Filch. Hogwarts’ caretaker had his hands full as Black was on the receiving end of the tender care of Crookshanks and Mrs Norris. Crookshanks and Mrs Norris were tag-teaming, nipping and scratching alternatively at Sirius’ legs and face, driving the animage to distraction.

“My home is about to be overrun by vermin. I’m not sure I agreed to that, Headmaster,” Severus’ voice sounded from the ether. Both Dumbledore and Masters jumped at the intrusion. Severus allowed himself a vindictive smile. “But let’s get on with the search. The sooner we start, the sooner I can go back to ‘teaching’ without these… interruptions.” Severus’ tongue had lost none of its bite. Despite trying to be inconspicuous, the idea of so many flea-bitten mongrels in the Manor really just finished the day off for him. Still, he could not afford to put the moment off any longer.

“Gentlemen, Ladies, ‘animals’, welcome to Snape Manor,” Severus said with a bow as he dropped as many of the wards as he could afford to. However, some of the wards were intimately tied with his link to the Lady, and those he would not, indeed, could not, bring down without Her blessing. Still, the cover of snow in this early in the season showed the Lady had already played with the Manor, so it appeared she would not fry anyone inadvertently. Severus prayed silently to the Lady, pleading with her not to interfere with the search. There was a whisper of a grin, when his thoughts strayed to Sirius, however.

Severus led the group up the Manor path past the place where the Lady’s lake was normally to be seen. He was rather amused to watch Black trying to drag poor Argus towards a lake that was no longer there; indeed it had never been there.

Sirius, searching for the lake he’d ran past on his flight from the manor, back-pedalled frantically as he, and only he, heard the words: “You saw a lake that wasn’t there, it wasn’t there again today, I wish that lake would go AWAY.” The last word echoed vindictively in his mind as he was shoved back by an unseen force. Playful laughter filled his mind as Sirius broke from Argus’ grip and rushed towards the Manor entrance arriving precisely as Severus did.

Severus was about to reach out and open the front door when Black, racing up the stairs, snapped his jaws firmly around the Potion Master’s arm. With no one else in earshot, Severus dropped all pretence at nicety. “Black, I could break your animagi form here and now if you’d like,” Severus snarled under his breath. “So be a good dog and let go… now!”

Black, surprisingly showed a glimmer of intelligence, took one look at the implacable black eyes that were watching him and adding the fright he had just received to the equation; he let go, thinking it didn’t matter, Severus would be found out soon enough.

Holding the door open, Severus let Dumbledore and Masters into the foyer, a gentle film of dust covering all surfaces. “I seldom entertain,” Severus said by way of explanation. “Is there anywhere you would prefer to use to co-ordinate your efforts?” The phrase ‘Outer Mongolia, perhaps’ was unspoken.

“Your Library, Severus, will serve our needs,” Dumbledore said with an air of assumed innocence.


Hermione stood watching as Admirals’ Duncan and De Winter repeatedly moved through the ceremony of De Winter’s sword to Duncan. She was stationed off to the left of the painting, but firmly in the foreground. Anyone with half a brain would spot her in an instant, she thought. Still, after half an hour of watching and re-watching the ceremony, she began to grow bored and started to look more closely at the other figures that shared her imprisonment.

“Severus once read a tale, ‘The Purloined Letter’ by Edgar Allan Poe,” Brendan said as he saw the look of disbelief cross Hermione’s face. “This hidey-hole is based loosely on that.”

“But…”

“Severus has hidden a great many things in plain sight and I have yet to see any discovered,” Brendan commented before he fell silent as Severus strode into the library closely followed by the unwelcome swarm.

Masters strode to the centre of the Library without so much as a glance of the room. The other searchers followed whilst Dumbledore approached the massive painting that dominated the west wall. “That’s a beautiful painting Severus,” he commented, as he approached, “I hadn’t realised that your family still possessed it.” The implication being that it, along with anything of value, must have been sold off sometime in the past.

“Yes, one of the few Masters the family managed to retain,” Severus said. Of course the self-depreciating tone belied the amount the word ‘few’ encompassed.

In fascination, Hermione watched as the library was turned into a base of operations for the search of Snape Manor. The large writing desk was cleared of the dropsheet covering it and a complex incantation was cast that created a model of the Manor in the centre of the desk.

“We’ll split up into teams,” Masters was saying, “each room, once searched, will be magically sealed and the fact noted in this model. If nothing is found, the room will glow gold.” The last comment was made mainly for the benefit of Ron and Harry who weren’t even paying attention; their eyes were fixed on the bookshelves.

“If Hermione was at the Manor at all this is where I expect she’d be,” Harry commented, impressed in spite of himself, at the sheer scale of material held in the room.

Crookshanks and Mrs Norris has sniffed around the library, rather briefly if truth be told, before deciding that the fireplace, which had erupted into a cheery fire as the search party entered, was much more to their liking than hunting around a dank, cold, and obvious, to them at least, uninhabited old manor.

It was Dumbledore that actually asked Admiral Duncan if they, or any of the other portraits in the manor, had observed anything untoward. The answer given had assured him that all was well. Portraits after all weren’t imaginative souls and therefore couldn’t lie.

Nonetheless, the Aurors and the members of the ministry had split up and were now diligently searching the Manor for any sign of Hermione, Andrew or Henry. The conversations that those in the portrait overheard indicated that no one was finding anything. In fact by the end of the search Masters was actually demanding to know who had brought forth the charges against Professor Snape, as they were clearly of malicious intent and he did not approve of anyone using tragedies such as the current one to further their own spiteful agendas.

With nothing out of the ordinary found, the search was finally called off and Dumbledore, a man so often reprimanding others, found himself on the receiving end of Masters’ tongue. “Albus Dumbledore, are you sure you’re not allowing the past to colour the present? Bringing charges like these against innocent men is how He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named started. If so, let others hunt: those with a clearer mind, perhaps.” With that, Masters assembled the rest of the Aurors and left a suddenly tired Headmaster, standing in the middle of the library, to his thoughts.

Severus approached Albus quietly when Masters and company winked out of existence putting on a show, though if the truth was told it wasn’t much of a show, of anger at having the Manor searched when there was nothing to find. “Again the word of a ‘Gryffindor’ is sufficient to assume that I am guilty,” he commented in low tones to the Headmaster. “Are the residences of the other staff to be searched? I expect not.”

“Severus,” Albus answered him in a very tired voice, “the rest of the staff were questioned this morning whilst you were absent; we had no reason to search their residences and if no allegations had been brought against you we wouldn’t have searched here either, but allegations were made. Would you rather I had let that individual stew over his perception,” he continued in a placating tone, “or will you accept that this course at least lays any doubts to rest?”

Severus couldn’t help but think if similar allegations had been bought against Minerva nothing would have come of it but he kept his thoughts to himself. Rather he continued to indulge in the expected fit of outrage that this day’s actions should have precipitated. “Yes, Headmaster, I’m sure all doubts are laid to rest.” The pointed look Severus directed at the mangy dog still sniffing about the library was not missed.

“I didn’t notice any sign of Jaidy today, she is still with you is she not?” Albus asked with deceptive mildness as Severus turned to hopefully lead the intruders from his home.

Severus’ head flicked back to face the Headmaster, “Yes,” he snapped feeling rather drained after all the days events; his dungeon chamber was beginning to look very inviting but the day wasn’t over. “I didn’t realise that you wanted to see her, she tends to stay out of the way; after all I haven’t occupied the Manor in over 10 years.”
“Well there are a couple of questioned I should ask her,” Dumbledore commented.

Rolling his eyes, Severus couldn’t help but notice the feral look that crossed the features of Black, though to Severus the dog always looked feral, and Mr Potter. Preferring not to have to expose Jaidy to that twosome he commented, “I can summon her, but I’d like to know how much longer MY Manor is going to be overrun with such…vermin?”

Taking the hint, Albus indicated that the staff should return to Hogwarts; Severus, he thought, was not likely to be co-operative if he felt he was still under suspicion. Still, he wanted at least an ‘unbiased’ observer present when he questioned the house-elf, “Alastor, could you remain?”

“Of course,” Alastor answered assuming that Dumbledore meant for him to take a final discrete look about the Manor.

When everyone had left Albus turned to Severus and said again, “Jaidy, please, Severus?”

Severus spoke sharply to the ether; his tone suggesting that instant obedience was expected. “Jaidy, come here now.”


The house of the Snake historically took care of their own, both in reward and punishment, and that was the problem that faced Remus. After dealing with Pansy and Draco, he’d spent the rest of the morning in the Slytherin common room trying to fathom what was going on the in mind of the young Blonde. He’d already ruled out talking to Albus as an appropriate option, at least not yet.

Pansy and Draco had only submitted to his instruction because at the moment he and Sirius were de facto House head until the house was returned to Severus Snape’s dubious care, or was it? Having spent the last two nights in the Serpent’s tower and dealing with the Slytherin children outside of normal class contact he was gaining a very different view of their world. He’d had to deal with three separate sets of nightmares with the children involved crying for their Head of House. It was unnerving and enlightening, all at the same time.

The dynamics of the house also surprised him once he sat back and watched. Crabbe and Goyle, a pair of individuals one would characterise as first rate bullies and definitely a couple of pennies short of a pound, were observed, surprisingly very discretely, keeping an eye on two younger Slytherins who had been following one of the first year girls with mischief in mind. Remus had found out that she, in fact was distantly related to the Potter’s. The likely lads never got to perform whatever mischief they planned, due to Crabbe and Goyle’s intervention.

“As Severus isn’t here, I’ll remind you, yet again,” Crabbe had said in a low voice. Remus had no problems hearing the conversation, again taking his heightened senses for granted. “Make no mistake, it doesn’t matter who her blood is; as a Slytherin she is ours.”

“But she’s related to Potter, she could be spying in our house,” the young man had whined.

“So, anyone who is related to Potter is going to spy? Shall I tell Draco of your so-called logic? Remember, the Malfoys are also related to Potter; so is he going to turn spy as well?” Goyle had answered. “The purer the Blood the more closely related.”

Remus nearly fainted at this sign of intelligence. Appearances were definitely deceiving inside the Serpent’s Den. He mentally kicked himself at forgetting that fact. That drove him to observe things a little more closely and by the time he’d gone to lunch he was close to remembering advice from the past. It was the sight of Severus Snape, to all intents and purposes hale and hearty, billowing in to lunch after a morning harvesting Moon Mushrooms, that finally pulled the memory into place.

Severus had walked up towards the head table and to a casual observer it was with his characteristically arrogant stride but to Remus’ eyes something was a bit off. There was a shadowing in the eyes, worry and tiredness. It was a similar look to one he’d seen in the past; close to the time he remembered that Severus apparently joined Voldemort.

 

“Will you look at that,” Sirius said nodding his head over towards the edge of the forbidden forest, “The Craven,” another of their insults for Snape based on Lily’s nickname for the boy—Raven—, “is sneaking around again. I wonder what he’s up to this time?”

Remus had been about to answer when James came striding into view from the castle, a look of horror on his face.

“There’s been a Death Eater attack on London,” James growled bristling with pent up fury, “ruined my bloody date.” Bloody date appeared to be the correct term; James was sporting a rather ragged gash down the side of his cheek. “The bastard Voldemort is getting bolder by the day.”

“Aren’t you going to do something about that?” Remus asked pointing at James’ cheek.

“Not now, Madame Pomfrey’s too busy.” James answered in an offhanded manner, the truth was he rather liked the attention the gash had gotten him; everyone assumed he’d got it defending Lily.

“How’d you get it anyway?” Sirius asked.

James couldn’t lie to his best mates. “Just before the attack some bloody stupid Muggle threw a rock at me, a ruddy big rock. Knocked me over. But it looks good, doesn’t it?”

“That is does. I bet Lily’s impressed.” Sirius replied, his tone suggested otherwise. The gash did look good, added a rakish quality to their friend and probably had the girls swooning. Lily wouldn’t like that; James was hers and she made sure everyone knew it.

James just snickered. “I’m supposed to bring you both back up to the castle. Headmaster Dippit wants to head check just to be sure.”

“Then we’d better get Craven as well,” Sirius had commented drawing James’ attention to the edge of the forest. “Sneaky Slytherin bastard.”

“Yeah, we’d better get him.” James agreed.

At which point the three Gryffindors went on the hunt. They approached their quarry with care, after all Snivellus was a dab hand with curses. Sirius shifted form, as it was easier hunt that way though the other two remained human.

Remus had spotted the other boy first and he noted in the young man’s stance a similarity to his own stance post his monthly transition. Severus Snape stood in a manner that suggested he wasn’t quite sure yet if everything was working properly; like he’d been beaten and the body remembered even thought he healing potions had fixed the outward damage. They’d fallen on Severus with a vengeance and had left him tied to a tree before they returned to the castle.

It was only later, when Lily was talking to him in private, that Remus found out how close James had been to Death that day. The rock that had hit James had knocked him out of the way of a killing curse; James hadn’t even noticed. “Luckily the Raven had been there,” she’d said in passing, “always looking out for James.”

 

It was the look as though his body remembered being beaten seriously that Severus had worn as he’d approached Dumbledore, and Sirius. Yet Lily always swore that the Raven watched out for James, always. So who was he watching out for now?


Jaidy popped in directly under Albus’ nose. “Jaidy coming when Master calls,” she said subserviently. After all the Bastard of Hogwarts was a Bastard to everyone. Her head dipping, she feigned a whimper; the effect was to subconsciously manipulate the Headmaster, and it worked as expected.

“Have no fear, Jaidy,” Albus said in his gentlest of voices. “Severus won’t hurt you, will you?” The last comment was addressed to the scowling Potions Master.

Severus didn’t even deign to respond to the question. “You wanted to question her. Get on with it.”

“I’d prefer to talk to her alone, Severus. How about you and Moody do one final sweep of the property?” The question was purely rhetorical.

Feeling that he probably should be imprisoned in Azkaban for leaving Albus to Jaidy’s tender mercy, Severus removed himself from the library as requested, “Coming, Moody?”


“Jaidy, you are safe now.” Albus said as gently as he could whilst observing the obviously distraught house-elf. “You can tell me why Severus sent you to Hogwarts yesterday.”

“Jaidy is being good house-elf. Jaidy is keeping the Manor clean for when Master comes home. Why does Master not come home? Is Jaidy not cleaning properly. Bad Jaidy, bad Jaidy.” Jaidy hopped and danced about Albus doing a grand impersonation of Dobby.

“You haven’t done anything bad Jaidy,” Albus tried to soothe the poor elf, “but I need to know why you went to Hogwarts yesterday.”

“Jaidy is cleaning, yes Jaidy is cleaning. Jaidy finds picture of Master, he’s such a good Master. Why did Potter break Master’s nose?” Jaidy looked up earnestly at Dumbledore rather enjoying the confusion on the elder wizards face. “Jaidy remembers Potter at Hogwarts. Potter never did pay for breaking Master’s nose so Jaidy is good elf and punishes Potter. Jaidy broke Potter’s nose for Master. Jaidy is a good elf.”

‘Jaidy is a balmy elf.’ Albus though at he watched her preen at the idea of being a good elf for hitting Harry Potter.

“Why did Jaidy hit Harry Potter?” Albus asked thinking if he was a little clearer the poor thing might be better able to answer.

“Harry Potter?” Jaidy eyed Albus questioningly. “James Potter broke Master’s nose, Jaidy broke Jame’s nose. Black dog chased Jaidy but couldn’t catch her, Jaidy is better than black dog.”

‘She’s insane.’ Albus thought but said gently, “No Jaidy, James Potter is dead.”

“I killed James Potter.” Jaidy began to wail, “Oh no, I is very bad elf, must punish. I’ll sit in the fire, which is good punishment for bad elf.”

“No you didn’t kill James Potter.” Albus said as he made a made grab for the elf who was to all intents and purposes diving for the fire. He missed Jaidy managing instead to grab a handful of hot coals. Jaidy had come to a sudden stop when he’d said she hadn’t killed James.

“Then Jaidy is still a good elf.” She smiled as she watched Albus, his hands flaying about due to the coals. Dancing about the room she affected a vague air, as though unaware of her surroundings.

Albus, thoroughly disgusted by now, and feeling rather sore accepted the fact he’d get no coherent information out of the obviously insane elf. Even if Severus had been in the Manor Jaidy would not have known. Waiting till she was distracted by the large mural Albus carefully placed a new book on the shelves; a book spelled to observe the Manor and to transmit images of any activity back to the Pensieve in his office.

Looking sadly at the elf Albus turned as left the library. He never saw the smile of satisfaction that crossed Jaidy’s features.


Severus led Alastor outside and towards the Lady’s grace; he felt sorely in need of her peace at the moment and given that Alastor had seen the shadow of his Avatar form earlier he wasn’t about to miss the chance to seek her solace. With luck she’d even grant Moody the sight of her, maybe that would help cement the older man’s trust.

“You do realise that Albus will probably set spy wards whilst we are gone?” Alastor asked as he followed Severus outside, not really paying attention to where they were heading; after all the entire Manor had been searched and the grounds had shown nothing but an air of neglect.

“I’d be surprised if he didn’t, it’s what I’d do if our roles were reversed,” Severus commented calmly, already Her Grace was seeping into his bones as they approached the lake and its temple, though both were still hidden from mundane sight. “It doesn’t matter, he won’t find anything anyway and I won’t be back to tamper with them too soon.”

“Tamper with…” Alastor was stunned, not only by the calm demeanour of Severus, but also the idea that anyone thought they could tamper with Wards set by Albus Dumbledore and not suffer any unforeseen consequences, such as ‘death’. Even he’d think twice about doing something that insane.

Severus just smiled rather enjoying the look of discomfort on Moody’s face. The Order in general suffered from almost too much belief in Albus and his abilities; maybe if Alastor stopped and looked he might realise the error of the Order putting all its eggs in Albus’ basket.

“And the children?” Alastor asked rather than pursue the line of thinking that Severus’ tamper with comments had started.

“They’re safe for the time being.”

“And you?” Alastor asked, “Are you safe with your two masters?”

“…Two Masters?” Severus replied with a slight smile as the Lady’s lake finally shimmered back into view.

“Severus, my Love,” The Mother said as she walked across the lake’s surface and stepped ashore, gathering the man who collapsed against her into her embrace. “What am I going to do with you?”

“I’m sure you’ll think of something.” Severus replied wryly as he felt Her Grace flow through him; the terror, pain and sensory overload of the past 36 hours finally began to wash away.

Alastor stood dumbfounded. He’d caught a glimpse of Severus’ out worldly form earlier when he’d questioned the Potions Master but the import had not quite penetrated his brain. Now his brain was almost crying out in fear as he watch the lake Sirius had described shimmer into view. The woman who approached them, walking across the water as though it were ice held no clear form and yet she projected all forms, the Mother, the Warrior, and the Protector of the young. That this beautiful Grace should embrace Severus with such tenderness shock him more than anything else he’d seen in his life.

“Make no mistake Alastor Moody, Severus serves but one Master. Me.” She said looking over the shoulder of her love to the Auror who stood by. “He is mine."


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