How Severus Spends His Summer Hols

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A/N~ After the last chapter, I thought it only fair to let things relax a little bit, so we have the Malfoy’s in the morning. Lucius and Evette in particular. For those that asked how Harry would be affected by the Dreamwalk…he really won’t be. He doesn’t remember it. He knows Severus saw some memories, but not which ones. The only memory he is faintly aware of is the last one which he took Severus into himself. I know many people were wanting to see further into Harry’s mind, but you need to take into account that Harry was to be sedated for a short time and Severus was not responding well to the peyote he was given. I tried to mirror Severus’ reaction to the drug to something similar to what I experienced…..I didn’t say that. You all will see more into Harry’s mind, just not real soon, they do need to take care with the baby after all.
Once again, many thanks to golden snitch for putting up with me and my plot bunnies, a true friend and wonderful beta.

It was dawn, the sun starting to streak over the clouds as it rose in the East, but it was pitch black in the depths of the dungeons at Malfoy Manor. The lone occupant of the cell at the end of the forgotten hallway sat with his back against the cold stone wall and simply listened. Listened to the sounds of small furred creatures that scurried about in the dark, listened to the steady dripping of an unseen underground water source that had soaked his bedding and left him sodden and cold, and though he would never admit to it he listened for the faint sounds that might be footsteps of his returning captor.

Morgan Taylor had long since lost all sense of time, not knowing day from night nor how long he had been there. All he knew was a burning desire for revenge. Revenge against Lucius Malfoy, revenge against Severus Snape, revenge against Percy Weasley, and oh yes let us not forget that little bitch Harry. The revenge is what kept him going, he had seen no one, well no one human for some time now. A house elf brought him a meal twice a day but never spoke to him. The last human contact he had had was Lucius Malfoy plundering his mind and stealing his memories. He wanted to break that arrogant blond bastard first and then his son.

Several floors removed, Lucius Malfoy sipped his first cup of tea of the day and went over his plans of transporting the animal he had in his dungeon. A port key would suffice for a trans-Atlantic crossing; he would of course send Draco ahead first so that their transportation would be waiting. If he were to be honest with himself, he simply did not want his son around Morgan Taylor, not after the threats the bastard had made against him and his child. Of course once in Canada, Taylor would be stuffed in the boot of the car with an invisibility cloak draped over him. Draco would need to have very little contact with their captive. According to the maps and directions he had consulted, they would have a long drive ahead of them to reach the new Snape house.

Lucius closed his eyes and leaned back in his comfortable chair, slowly waking up and enjoying his morning when he heard the light footsteps of his young granddaughter. Smiling inwardly, he feigned sleep and waited as she tiptoed up to side of his chair to try to give him a fright. That had become Evette\'s new game as of late, someone has shown her how to make the house elves jump and now she adored trying to make her Daddy and Papa jump when she caught them unawares. He could hear the slip-slap of her slippered feet and right as he judged her to be at the arm of his chair, he turned quickly and scooped her up into a hug.

\"Boo!\" The little girl squealed as her tiny fingers darted under his robe to tickle him through his pajamas. \"I got you Papa! Were you scared?\"

Lucius’ rich laugh filled the room along with Evette\'s girlish giggles as he tossed her in the air and then hugged her close. \"You certainly did, Evette. I would have been shaking in my boots, but of course I am in slippers.\"

The small child settled comfortably on his lap and with the aplomb that only a Malfoy can carry, the little girl liberated in his cup of tea for herself. He quirked one elegant eyebrow at his son\'s daughter and smirked.


\"You do realize Evette, that you are perfectly capable of asking a house elf to bring you your own cup of tea?\" She regarded him with solemn eyes as she sipped from the paper thin bone china.

\"But Papa, why should I? There was a perfectly good cup of tea here that simply needed to be drank.\" Grandfather and granddaughter both turned their heads at the sound of laughter. Neither had noticed the entrance of Draco into the room. The tall, slender blonde leaned against the door jamb and watched as his daughter wrapped his father completely around her little finger.

\"There is no arguing with her Father, she has spent entirely too much time with you. I gave up some time ago any prayer of ever winning an argument against that child,\" Draco chuckled as he pushed himself away from the door jamb and sauntered into the room, his sleeping robe left untied over his pajamas and his bare feet barely making sounds on the polished wood floor. He sat down in one of the ornate armchairs and snapped his fingers for a house elf. After the house elf had popped in and taken Draco\'s order for tea and another cup for his father and then popped back out again, he turned and opened his arms to his daughter.

\"Come here love give your daddy a hug,\" Draco said as the little blonde ball of energy bounded across the room and nearly bowled him over in her enthusiasm. \"Did you sleep well my Princess?\" The little girl nodded a showered his face with kisses. Hugging her tight, he sat her on his lap and turned to his father.

\"And you accuse me of spoiling her,\" Lucius snorted, smirking as he took the fresh cup of tea from the house elf that had appeared at his side. Momentarily looking contrite, Draco merely shrugged his shoulders and gave a sheepish grin.

\"I never said I didn\'t spoil her Father, I simply said that you did as well.\"

\"Have you made arrangements for Evette to stay with Pansy\'s mother while we visit Severus and Harry?\" Lucius asked as he straightened his robe and stretched his long legs out in front of him.

\"Yes, she said that there should be no problem. She said that she would enjoy spending time with Evette at her estate,\" Draco said as he gave his daughter a quick kiss on the cheek. The little girl in question quickly wriggled around and gave her father a look somewhere between irritation and admiration.

“I get to see Grandmother Abigail?” she asked as she seemed to waver in the argument she’d given her grandfather several days earlier. Perhaps seeing her grandmother would be more fun than going to see Papa\'s friends, Papa did say that she would get to go see them soon anyhow.

\"That\'s right Princess, your grandmother would like for you to come and spent time with her. Surely it will be more fun than going to listen to a bunch of old man talking about boring things?\" Lucius asked as he peered over the rim of his teacup at young Evette. The little girl nodded solemnly, her Papa was right it would certainly be more fun with her grandmother.

The small family enjoyed their tea and spoke of trivial things until Lucius decided that he needed to pay a visit to the dungeons to check on his houseguest. Giving his son a friendly pat on the shoulder and his granddaughter a kiss on the cheek, he left the room to get dressed to go downstairs to play.