Revivel

Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter, if I did Snape, Remus, Sirius and Fred wouldn’t have died, and I would have never switched over to a ghostwriter mid-way through the fifth book.



Summary: See the first Chapter.



A/n- People have asked about Harry’s use of underage magic and not getting a Ministry letter about it. Wandless magic will play a big part in the story so I had to bend some of the facts about the tracing spell. Some say the tracking spell is on the wand, others say it’s on the people themselves, and others say it’s on the person’s magic core. I decided to go with the spell was on the wand, not the person. More easier all around for me to right and its believable in its own right.



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Severus Malachi Snape could say he was many things. He was stern, mean, two faced (he was a spy for both sides of the war), a liar and a great deal many other things, but he was proud to say he wasn’t easily surprised. When he had been called to the mutts will reading, he was expecting to be ridiculed and jeered at, not get a small fortune and a thank you. It was a good thing he knew how to cover up any emotion he didn’t want to show, for his jaw would have dropped and shock would have been all over his face.



When Ronald had looked around for Potter and wasn’t there, there was a flash of anger and worry in his eyes, and when the Headmaster said he was standing in for Potter there was a flash of anger and suspicion in the brat’s eyes. It was about time that someone stopped trusting the Headmaster blindly, and he was surprised that is was Ronald to do so first, the Weasleys were considered to be the Headmasters most loyal followers, and to have one of the youngest suspect the Headmaster? It was unheard of. After retrieving his letter and collected his Godson, he took them to his home. He was slightly surprised that the mutt had offered Draco sanctuary and the Black family name.



Draco immediately went to the room that he used during the summer hols, and Severus let him go. He must likely wanted to read his letter in peace and to let lose any emotion he couldn’t at the reading. Severus went to the liquor cabinet and poured him self a glass of fire-whiskey, sat in his favorite chair and began to read. By the time he was done with the three-page letter he had finished the bottle of fire-whiskey. It couldn’t be true what the mutt-Black said, it couldn’t be. If it was…



It would explain so much that had went on within the Order, Severus had felt that something was off in the Order, but to the extant it was and their plans, it both explained so much and wanted to make him blame it all on the whiskey, but deep in his black heart, he just knew that this was the truth even the part about that night in fifth year. If what Black said was true then he had plans to make and a Savior to save.



Severus stood up shakily and he grabbed the Sober-Up potion off the fireplace mantel and walked over to his desk. He shoved the letter into a warded and locked desk drawer, and left the room. He wanted to check up on his Dragon before he left to check in on Potter. He disarmed the wards that Draco had put up, and he opened the oak door. Draco’s room was done in warm blues and creams with oak accents. It wasn’t silver or green like at his family’s home, this room Draco had designed himself, and not what his father wanted.



His Dragon was sleeping on his bed, he was curled up on his side and it looked like he had been crying. He had his formal robes off and was wearing his morning robes; his hair was all mussed up. Severus picked up Draco’s letter and put it on the nightstand next to him, he pushed Draco’s hair from his forehead and covered him with the throw at the end of Draco’s bed. He gave one final pat to Draco’s head and both locked and warded his bedroom, he didn’t want anything to happen to his Dragon.



As Severus left he made sure that all the wards and portkeys were active before Apperating to Surry, then from there he sifted to his animagnus form, a bat called Reaver. He had wanted to be a snake, but a bat was good, as long as it wasn’t a dog of some sort he was quite happy with it. He made the familiar flight path to Number 4 Privet Drive, and flew through the seemingly solid bars of the smallest bedroom and rested in top of the amore. Potter was reading up on Occlumency and for once in his life, he was taking notes, and they looked to be detailed too.



Potter had several books scattered around him, and pieces of paper that had his poor handwriting. Severus swooped down to Potter and rested on his shoulder, and read over his shoulder. Meditation and Karma; The guild to inner peace, by Deidra Lovegood. Not the best guild in the world, and not one Severus would have used, but it was a start. The bat flew up to his perch and decided to test Potter shields when he started to practice. He saw several hours later when Potter began to put away his books and notes, Severus looked away when Potter changed into his bedclothes.



Potter climbed under his covers and laid there, his breathe evening out, but Severus knew that Potter was awake. Severus decided to take the chance and ‘peeked’ into Potters mind. All he saw was the shades of blues and it wasn’t until he ‘touched’ the blues that he realized that the blues was actually the ocean from a sky view. The strand of blue he had ‘touched’ slipped through his fingers like water, and no matter what he tried he couldn’t get any information from Potters mind.



Severus with drew from Potters mind; he couldn’t help but be somewhat proud that a novice had such defenses. It wasn’t aggressive like his or many others, or very detailed like most others, but one of the rare few that had passive shielding. Most aggressive shielders use fortress, castles and the like. Passive shielders used the sky, wind or water like Potter did, but that rarely happened, because water was so hard to make and keep in the form the person wanted. So Potter made an ocean so it could take any shape or stay the way it was.



Severus decided to stay for a while, at least until Potter woke up in the morning. He wanted to see how well Potters shield held up against the Dark Lord. The Dark Lord wasn’t pleased with anyone right now, and Severus knew that the Dark Lord was onto him being the spy in the Inner Circle. That was why he wasn’t telling the Order everything he knew, if he told them everything he would be reviled as the spy and killed after weeks of torture.



A quick look showed that Hedwig was gone, probable to reassure Ronald or maybe the Granger chit. He would never know what those two, Potter and Weasley, saw in her as a friend. She was a know-it-all and not subtle like the Ravenclaws, they at least didn’t go flaunting their intelligence and then rubbing peoples noses in it. At least she had problems in four of the school subjects. Diviation, Care of Magical Creatures, Defense Against the Dark Arts, and Potions. She may be good, but she lacks the imagination of a Ravenclaw or even the cunning of a Slythern to improve on a potion.



It was going to be a long night and even longer day, and Severus didn’t think he would get much sleep then because he had much to do. One of the first things he was going to do was some how let Potter know that the Headmaster stood in for him at Blacks will reading, which after recalling what was said in his letter, he mentally added, which he was pretty sure that Potter didn’t know about. If he did and wasn’t aload to go, he would have done several things to make it there or contact one of his friends to get him.



If what the letter said was true, and he believed it to be, then Potter was going to receive a wake up call when he got his letter. He wasn’t a fool; he knew that the goblins had either given Ronald or the Tweebs Potters letter. They knew as well as Severus that Dumbledore wouldn’t have given Potter his letter. His bet was on Ronald, he was going to get Potter sooner or later and given that it was almost mid July it would be in the next few days or weeks.



Severus had planned when he got home was get everything knew about Voldemort and the Death Eaters, Dumbledore and the Order, and while he thought about it, the Ministry. If he knew Potter, and he knew him very well, after he cools down, he was be going after all three of the warring fractions, if not, he will most likely withdraw from the wizarding world all together and leave this place to fight their own battles.



And frankly Severus couldn’t fault him for doing it if he so chose to, after all the times and times again, the Wizarding world had turned on him for everything. From high tax’s to bad weather. The only thing keeping him here would be Ronald, even that would be iffy, if Ronald went with him when he wanted to leave, and Ronald would. He was so in love with Potter it was sickening; it was too bad that both Ronald and Potter were unaware of it. And he pitied whatever girl caused the jealousy to appear and their feelings to come into the open, for he or she would be in deadly crossfire.



Dawn was two hours away when Severus felt someone approach the wards. He wasn’t sure whether or not they were the enemy so he stayed as still as possible to get a good look at the person. From where they were coming from it was on a broom and from the east, so London. The person was almost on top of them, and they should have shown up by now. It wasn’t until a shiver of magic out side of the window did Severus realize that it was a Disillusioned person, and when the person was revealed he tried not to gasp, it was Ronald Weasley. Severus lost the bet with himself; he thought it would be a few days, not that actual night.



“Harry? Harry, wake up.” Ronald whispered, it was obvious he didn’t want to wake the whales or the horse woman. Severus decided Potter was in good hands and it was time for him to go. Severus took flight and flew around the room, making sure that Ronald saw him then flew through the ‘bars’ as he left, he could hear Ronald whisper his thanks.



Severus wanted to be the one to save Potter, but knew it was best that he didn’t, he had too much that needed to be done and he had several people that needed talking to before he could even consider contacting Potter, and besides, it wasn’t like he was going to leave the Burrow or the Tweebs shop.



It was dawn by the time that Severus got home, and the first thing he did was check in on Draco, he didn’t like leaving him alone for long periods of time. He knew that Draco was sixteen, but Severus still saw him as a toddler. Severus couldn’t have children, due to his ‘job’ risks, and had always thought Draco as his son. Lucius and Narcissa had only wanted to deal with Draco when he was need at social functions or something to deal with at school. So, Draco was with him most of the time, and Severus had always hoped that Draco saw him as a father figure.



Draco had kicked off his covers and showed signs of waking up so, he re-covered Draco and set out to make breakfast for the both of them. Spinners End wasn’t big; it was only four bedrooms and two and a half bath, with two office-library rooms with a small indoor garden for the magical plants. So, Severus didn’t need house elfs, even if he needed them, he wouldn’t have gotten them, if they didn’t like you they would do everything in their power to make your life miserable. Look at Black, that house elf hated him for being the current Black heir and actively helped get him murdered.



Draco had stumbled downstairs to the kitchen by the time that almost everything but the toast, which didn’t take too long. It was relatively quiet while they ate, which was good for Severus wasn’t in the mood to talk to anyone, he was dead tired. When they were done Draco rounded up the dish’s and began washing them, they had always had the same deal, who ever cooked the other had to wash the dish’s.



“Draco, what will you do today?” Severus asked, as he poured himself another cup of coffee.



“I planned on going over my homework then I was going flying a bit later. I was hoping to go to Gringotts to get my name on my account all fixed up, and there is something I need to talk to you about later tonight, if that’s alright with you?” Draco asked.



“Certainly, but when you leave make sure you tell me and have your portkeys with you, alright?” Severus said as he and Draco walked to one of the office-libraries they had.



“Alright. What do you plan on doing today, Severus?” Draco asked as they reached the doorway to the library and the first staircase in the home.



“There is something’s I need to get into order then I have some paperwork and school plans to get done.” Severus said as he walked into his office. Draco nodded, he knew better then to ask what he was doing. Oh, he knew all about the spying the Severus did for the Order, he just wondered what they had promised him to do such dangerous things.



Draco headed up to his room, the last one on the second floor hallway on the right. There was a bathroom between him and the bedroom closest to the first staircase and the pattern was the same on the left side of the hallway. Severus had this thing about keeping far enough away from possible threats to him.



By the time Draco was done with his homework and flying, Severus had gotten all the lesson plans for the school year done, along with the paper work for Potter in order and all that remained to do was find someway to get it to Potter. If he was lucky he could get an hour or two nap.



“Hey, Severus, I’m leaving now.” Draco called from the living room.



“Alright. Make sure you have your portkeys.” Severus said from his office as he left.



“I have all of them, and before you ask, I have the back-up ones as well.” Draco said as he grabbed floo powder.



“Alright, be home for dinner at seven tonight.” Severus said as he walked into the living room. Draco nodded and left in a flash of green flames. It was an auto-system that sent the traveler to the floo section of Gringotts. It was two-way and only the registered users could use it and not someone else.



Severus went back into his office, and got to work on getting the information needed for what he was about to do. There was something wrong with sending mail to Potter. It went, but he doubted that he ever got it, so that meant that Dumbledore was getting it. So sending Potter mail itself was out, that left delivering it in person or getting it close to someone near him that wasn’t on Dumbledore’s pay-roll. Ronald was the best bet, so it was going there, but he would wait a few days, maybe at the end of the week, just to give it sometime. It would be best if he sent it when the O. came out, yes, that would be better then sending something that would be noticed by the wrong people, and it would give Potter some down time between his yearly rescue and his birthday.



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Draco Sebastian Malfoy, now Black, wasn’t stupid. He knew a great deal many things. He knew that he was only for show and heir to his parents; otherwise he was treated as a stranger within his own home and then his house at Hogwarts, Slythern. He always wanted to be friends with The-Boy-Who-Lived as a child and when he realized that The-Boy-Who-Lived would start the year he did, he couldn’t wait for school to start. When he got to the Hogwarts Express, his father took him aside and told him that, he didn’t care what it took, but The-Boy-Who-Lived better to be his friend by Christmas or else.



Draco knew what else meant, and the thought that Draco’s hero would be around the certifiable insane people called his parents was something he didn’t want to happen. He didn’t mind if he was tainted with them, but he knew, even as a child, that one day the Dark Lord would be back, and it would be best if the Dark Lord couldn’t get his hands on Harry Potter easily. Draco wondered how to get The-Boy-Who-Lived to hate him, and when they were waiting for the sorting to begin, he realized that the skinny boy with huge green eyes was The-Boy-Who-Lived he felt it wouldn’t take much to become enemies, Harry Potter screamed at that age ‘Come and beat me up, I wont fight back’.



When he saw that the newest Weasley was standing with him and keeping the others from bothering The-Boy-Who-Lived, Draco knew what he had to do. So he got in Harry Potters face and insulted his current, and Draco knew, his first protector and friend, and like clockwork, The-Boy-Who-Lived jumped to his defense and as long as Draco kept picking on the Weasley The-Boy-Who-Lived wouldn’t be friends with him and be safe from his father.



Draco didn’t mind that his father cursed him that Christmas with the Pain Curse, he felt good and happy in the fact that Harry Potter would never be friends with him and therefore not in danger from his father, and Severus was there briefly, but it was always enough. Draco had always hoped when he was little that Severus was his secret daddy that gave him up for some reason and stood by as an Uncle to watch over him. By the time he was eight Draco knew better, but it didn’t get rid of the hope that one day that Severus would really be his Father.



So, Draco wasn’t stupid by any means and when he was called to the will reading of his late cousin, he had hoped that he would be able to ask for sanctuary at the best from the current heir or at least get a small inheritance so he could run away from his father. But the chance of being offered the chance of freedom from the Dark Mark and manipulations of Dumbledore was more then he could have ever hoped for, and he jumped at the chance for freedom. When he heard that Harry Potter was the Black heir he was relieved, Potter may not like him, but he would stand and do by family.



Draco’s letter wasn’t very long almost a page and a half, with in it held information that said a great deal about the ‘great’ and ‘wonderful’ Albus Dumbledore and Harry Potter. Draco thought it was bad that he didn’t know his cousin more then stories and newsclipings they were mostly false anyway. He would have to ask Potter when he ever got to meet him. So when Draco Black arrived at the floo section of Gringotts, he was a man -er- wizard on a mission. He wanted three things done by the time the day was up.



The first was to do a blood adoption to Severus, Draco knew he needed written documentation, so he stole a letter Severus had drunkenly written a few years ago, he knew he would be on shaky ground as it wasn’t the best piece, but it was all he had. He only prayed that if it went through, that Severus wouldn’t be too upset with him.



Second, he wanted to invest his money so he can start getting an income, he wanted to do a Mastery in either Potions or Charms, and both required a lot of money that neither he nor Severus had, and since it was a conflict of interest for Severus to be his Master in Potions he would have to find another one. He hoped he could buy shares in the Weasleys joke shop, it was doing well, and from what he heard only Potter was the main investor at 20% of the shares with Ronald at 5% and the Twins and Lee Jorden at 55%, leaving him only 30% to buy.



Third, he wanted to get Severus’s birthday present early, his birthday was a few months away, but it could never hurt. Severus was actually not that hard to shop for, it was buying enough to cover up the fact that he didn’t get hardly anything present wise. But they one thing Draco was going to try was get him was his mate, that was going to be hard, but Draco felt it was worth it.



Draco brushed the shoot off his traveling cloak and walked to a non-busy teller.



“Greetings, Goblin Hopnook, my name is Draco Sebastian Black and I would like to set up a blood adoption apointment at your earliest convenience, if I can?” Draco asked politely. His father may have given him manners, but Severus was the one who taught him how to use them.



“Greetings, young Master Black. I will have to contact both DuneRook and GitRock, as they are both head of Black House financial areas and the ones to do the adoption it’s self.” Hopnook looked through several books, trying to aggravate the blonde, but Draco seemed to take it in stride and waited patently. Hopnook sighed loudly.



“They could see you at four-thirty this afternoon, is that acceptable?”



“Yes, that is good, and I would like to do one other thing if that’s alright?”



“Yes, of course.” Hopnook said.



“I would like to start investing my money and was wondering if you had any of the books laying around?” Draco asked. He wasn’t rich enough to have a goblin invest for him, nor was he poor enough that he needed a recommendation to invest. Only families of the Wesley’s wealth had to invest from recommendations, recommendations were for the poorest of people looking to try to get more money, and usually they almost never make anything more then what they put in. Books are what half-bloods used to make investments. They were not poor like the Weasley nor were they the rich elites like the Blacks or Potters, so it was the best option for him. He wasn’t sure if the money he saved up in addition to his inheritance was going to be enough for his Mastery, and he knew better then to ask the new Lord Black for money on the scale he needed.



“Yes, we have several books that are self up-dating. Would you like a privet room to go through them? If so it will be ten galleons for an hour.” Hopnook said. Draco frowned slightly, it was highway robbery, but he really needed to invest.



“Yes, that would be lovely. I would like to pay for two hours if I can.” Draco said as he handed over his money. Hopnook just nodded and gave Draco a key.



“First doorway in the Gold Wing. It’s a pale shade of red. Next!”



Draco walked swiftly through the halls, memorizing the way back to the teller section of Gringotts. It took Draco several minutes to find the gold room, then another twenty minutes to find the right light red room; there were several red rooms that were ‘pale’. It took him another ten minutes to find the right book he wanted. Draco settled down in an armchair and began to flip through the pages. He was looking for the Weasleys Wizard Wheezes. He finally found it in the back of the book, and that was reserved for some of the more expensive stocks. Draco felt his eyebrows raise when he saw what it cost to invest, at almost seven hundred gallons a stock, and only having fifty stocks left, it was robbery, but when looking at the pay turn out, almost double what he would put in, it was worth it in the long run. Draco wrote out the amount of stocks he wanted, twenty, and his account number he waited for it to go through, then he signed his signature and he was then fourteen thousand gallons poorer.



Draco checked the time; he had almost an hour and a half before he had his appointment with the blood adoption. Draco decided to look through the book again, but much more slowly, he wanted to see if he could find anything else he wanted to invest into.



By the time Draco had to leave for his appointment, he had invested in a small company called, Thunderbirds. It was an up and coming broom company, and not many people had invested in it, so the prices were ideal and the pay out wasn’t too bad. One of the reasons why Draco invested in Thunderbirds was because they decided to target specific Quiditch players. A more sturdier and fast turn broom, Thunder-Wing, for Keepers; Thunder-Gale, a high speed broom built for endurance, for Chasers; Thunder-Storm, a fast and sturdy broom built for taking a beating, for Beaters; and Thunder-Bolt, a broom designed for hurricane speeds and lightning fast hairline turns, for Seekers. Another was that only two other people had invested, Ronald B. Weasley and Harrison J. Potter. If they were investing, then it had to be good, and Draco was surprised that the company was able to keep their mouth shut about having The-Boy-Who-Lived as an investor.



Draco put his book away and stretched, he felt his back pop. He really had to do more yoga; he was starting to stiffen up when he sat too long. Draco left the room and started for the nearest Goblin tram and Information both. That was the easiest way to find out where he needed to go. Draco really hoped that everything would go all right in the meeting.



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