Silver Silence

Chapter Two

Age Eleven

The Faithless Estate



Severus walked quickly through the halls of his long time friend Lucius Malfoy’s home. It was not the only property the man owned, not by a long shot, but it was by far the small family’s favourite. Severus could only hope that they were there.

Severus entered into the small family dining room, and smiled. He had been right.

Lucius looked up at him, and his eyes drifted to the boy in his arms.





Harry had never seen such a big house except in Severus’ memories, and even then this place had seemed far smaller. He couldn’t help but stare at everything.

Harry knew where they were, and he also knew why they were here. What Harry didn’t know was how Lucius Malfoy would take Severus’ abduction of the ‘Boy-Who-Lived’.

That was something that Harry was still trying to get his mind around. It disturbed him that he was so famous for something he couldn’t remember. It seemed ridiculous.

As they entered into what Harry knew was the family dining room, Harry stopped his eyes from wandering, and looked straight into the eyes of Lucius Malfoy.





Lucius Malfoy was ready to snap at Severus for interrupting his family’s morning meal, but his words caught in his throat as he saw what, or rather who Severus was caring.

Lucius looked at the boy, the Boy-Who-Lived, straight in the eyes, and felt almost captivated by those emerald orbs. He just couldn’t look away, or speak, or even breathe.

His entire world narrowed down to those two green pools, and it seemed that nothing would ever matter again.





Severus was confused. Lucius normally would have torn into him for interrupting his breakfast by now. It was to be expected.

But he hadn’t. All he was doing was staring at Harry. He had been staring for several minutes. Lucius couldn’t seem to look away.

“Lucius, dear, what is the matter?” Narcissa asked, annoyance colouring her tone. Lucius didn’t respond.

Severus looked down into Harry’s eyes, and recognized the look. Harry was looking at Lucius’ memories. Severus looked Narcissa in the eye, and shook his head. Narcissa understood, and kept silent, shushing Draco when he opened his mouth to speak.





Harry smiled at the Lucius. His memories held just as much knowledge as Severus’ had. He broke his contact with the man’s silver orbs, and allowed the man to return to full consciousness. He looked up at Severus, still smiling.

‘Sorry, I can’t really control it…’ Harry ‘said’. And it was true. Harry hadn’t actually wanted Lucius Malfoy’s memories. Harry just didn’t know how to break off the contact until it was complete. Harry hoped Severus could help, since he was so good with mind magic.





Severus knew the boy spoke the truth, you couldn’t lie in the mind, and he also knew he had to help him gain the control he needed.

“I supposed as much. I will help you with it later.” The boy beamed up at him, and nodded. Severus turned his attention to Lucius, who was still looking a bit dazed and confused.

“Are you alright? It’s a bit of a trip.” Severus’ humour leaked through his words, and he felt his lips attempt to twitch into a smile.

Lucius growled, shaking his head lightly, and glared up at Severus as he stood.





“What the hell was that!?” Lucius demanded, glaring at his friend, and carefully not looking at the child in his arms. Severus was obviously amused, and Lucius was pissed.

Severus quickly suppressed his amusement, though his lips still twitched a bit. The boy just looked at Lucius apologetically.

Severus twitched his head towards the door, and Lucius understood.

“Let’s go to my study, then.” Lucius sighed, pushing back his chair and leading Severus and Harry bloody Potter out of the room.





Harry was back to looking around at the huge house. He knew where the study was. He could probably get there blindfolded. He knew every inch of this house like the back of his hand. Just like Lucius and Severus did. But that didn’t mean he didn’t want to look at everything. Harry himself hadn’t seen hardly any of the house.

They entered the study, and Severus put Harry down so he could sit and speak to Lucius. This was just fine with Harry; he wanted to look at the books. There were a few that Lucius hadn’t read, after all.





Severus set Harry down and moved to his regular chair, watching the boy out of the corner of his eye as he did so. Once Harry had opened a book and began reading, Severus turned all of his attention towards Lucius.

“I take it you have questions?” Severus smirked, knowing that this would annoy his friend.

“Of course I do.” Lucius growled, “What did that child do to me?” Oh, he was pissed. Severus sighed.

“I’m not entirely sure, but it seems to me that he is able to look at one’s memories. Judging by how he read yours, I’d say eye contact is all that is necessary.” Severus took a breath, “He does not seem to be able to control this ability, as of yet.” Severus looked over at the boy, and saw he was reading one of the few books in the rather extensive Malfoy library that neither he nor Lucius had read. It was rather obscure and hard to follow, but the boy seemed to understand it. Severus shrugged it off, and returned his attention to the Malfoy patriarch.





Lucius carefully stored the information away for later perusal, and looked at Severus as he returned his attention to him.

“Why did you bring him here in the first place, Severus?” Lucius was very curious. Severus straightened in his chair.

“I refuse to allow Dumbledore to get his manipulative claws into him. This boy deserves better. Especially after everything his disgusting muggle ‘relatives’ that that barmy old bastard put him with did to him, ‘for his own good’, of course.” Disgust saturated every word that poured from Severus’ mouth, and Lucius found himself curious.

“And what, exactly, have these muggles done?” Severus sneered hatefully.

“Locked him in a cupboard, abused him into complete and utter silence, beat him, if the bruises are any clue, and who knows what else. I’ll know more of what has happened once I run a few diagnostic spells.” Severus closed his eyes and ran his hand over his face. Lucius found himself enraged for this boy who had probably done nothing to deserve anything those bastard mudbloods had done to him.

“I take it that after these diagnostic spells are complete that we will be going on a little trip?” Lucius asked, coldly, already knowing the answer.

“Of course. I think we deserve a bit of fun, after all we’ve been through these past years.” Severus smirked.

Lucius smirked back, very much looking forward to playing with these mudblood bastards who dared to hurt an innocent child. That was one thing that Lucius could not stand, not since the birth of his own child.