Title: Snape’s Child 7/?
Pairing: Severus/Hermione, mentions of Severus/OFC
Warnings: Violence, Child abuse, Drama, Tragedy, OCC, Manipulative but not evil Dumbledore, Character Death, Bad Ginny, Bad Ron, Romance/Het, Alternate Universe, AU 5th Year, Good Severus, Adoption, Gender-Bender, Child Harry, Rape, Bad Sirius, Abusive Dursley, Pregnancy, Child Neglect, Contains references to HBP, and TDH, Post GoF.
Disclaimer: Nope, doesn’t belong to me. I only play with them a bit.
Summary: Based on the Challenge at Potions and Snitches Archive:
Hidden as Snape’s Daughter by carvell
Summary: Dumbledore never makes it to Harry’s trial (summer of 5th year) and Harry is sentenced to Azkaban to be kissed. Snape rescues him and Harry is hidden in plain sight, as Snape’s daughter; he ends up in Slytherin. Only Snape knows who he really is, the rest of the world thinks he’s dead from the Dementor’s kiss. No romance whatsoever.
Author’s Note: I’m basing this story on the challenge, although I’m not following it completely. Harry will be much younger. I wanted to try my luck at adding two other characters that are usually minor and last but not least there will eventually be some romance, although not for a while, and not for Harry. She is too young for that.
This story is just in the beginning stages, so I only have about three chapters captured in the computer, plus a whole lot of notes and ideas.
Once Dumbledore told them the Secret, they went inside. The house was eerily quiet. Something that was a rare occurrence since the Weasleys moved into Headquarters. The children were a rambunctious lot, never mind Black, who acted most of the time like a big kid himself. It was Tonks who came out of the kitchen to receive them, eyes puffy and red. Clear signs she had been crying. When she saw the Headmaster and the others she began crying again.
“I received your Patronus Miss Tonks, and called the Order as you requested. What is the problem?” Albus asked concern showing in his voice and face. The young Auror was not the crying type. She was actually a surprisingly tough witch.
“It’s … it’s …” she could not speak as she was crying so hard. “Arthur … he came …”
“Calm yourself Auror Tonks!” Amelia ordered the young witch. It was a tragedy, but the young witch should be able to make a report. That was part of her training as an Auror.
To her credit the metamorphmagus tried to get herself under control. “I … I apologize Madam.”
“Albus Dumbledore, I am here to inform you Harry Potter died today after being Kissed by a Dementor.” At her words the young Auror broke crying in earnest and Dumbledore paled. For a moment it seemed like he would fall to his knees, but the old wizard placed a hand on the wall for support.
“Harry dead? No, no you must be wrong!” He could not believe the older witch’s words. The boy could not be dead. “It was only an audience to clarify his use of magic during the break! How could he have been Kissed?” He could not help the incredulity in his voice.
“It was a set up Dumbledore,” Kingley’s voice was grave. The Order of the Phoenix’s Leader paled even further.
“A set up?” He asked not understanding exactly where Kingsley was going.
“Yes, it was never truly about the boy’s use of magic, or the ‘supposed’ breach of the Statute of Secrecy. Cornelius Fudge wanted the boy out of the way,” Amelia informed the old wizard.
“The so called ‘audience’ took place ahead of schedule, in courtroom ten before the whole Wizengamot.” Kingsley’s tone changed to barely contained anger. “Where were you Headmaster? You promised Potter to be there, that he wouldn’t be alone. Yet he was. Arthur was not allowed in the courtroom, and that boy needed someone who knows the laws to defend him.”
“But … Harry cast his Patronus in self defense! The law allows it!” Albus exclaimed in shock. He knew the laws well. It was part of his job as Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot.
“As I said, it was truly not about the misdemeanor, although they made it look that way so the Wizengamot would be in their favour. Neither Fudge, nor Umbridge allowed Mister Potter the opportunity to explain and defend himself, as is everyone’s right. The questions made him look guilty, and I was not given the opportunity to cross examine. Against procedure, Fudge called for a vote. The Wizengamot members were already annoyed at being called for a misdemeanor, and a last minute change of time. They found Mister Potter guilty.” Amelia informed him.
“He should have gotten a fine, or at worst his wand broken and an expulsion. It doesn’t explain why you believe him dead.” Severus was alive, his Unbreakabale Vow would have killed him if Harry was dead.
“To be truthful, I believe the Wizengamot was expecting a fine Dumbledore. Unfortunately, Fudge and Umbridge had other ideas. Our esteemed Minister used one of his remaining Ministerial Edicts …”
Dumbledore could not help to interrupt. “WHAT?” Fudge used a Ministerial Edict?
“… to sentence an innocent child to a Dementors Kiss as soon as he set foot in Azkaban.” Amelia went on.
“WHAT?” Severus exclaimed.
While he was supposed to know Potter was dead, he was not supposed to know the details of said death. He played his part perfectly, just as Amelia and Kingsley were doing. Danielle simply pressed herself closer to him trembling with remembered fear at what she was put through that morning.
“But … that is … inconceivable! Not even Bellatrix LeStrange was sentenced to the Kiss!” Something Severus always wondered about. The crazy witch did deserve one.
Albus leaned heavily against the wall, his face ashen. “Why?” His voice was filled with shock. “Why would Cornelius do that? He has already discredited Harry through the Daily Prophet.”
“Now I understand,” Severus mused continuing with his acting. “It was pure greed.” What he learned at the bank explained those two reasons quite clearly.
“Indeed Severus,” Kingsley agreed.
“What do you know of this Severus?” The old wizard asked the Potions Master.
“My daughter and I were summoned to Gringotts this afternoon. Danielle is … or was up until this morning, Potter’s half cousin. The full explanations can wait for a later date. Suffice it to say, Lily only had one older half sister, and it is not Petunia Dursley. Danielle’s mother was Elizabeth Morrison, bastard child to Lily’s father. There was an addendum to Lily’s Last Will and Testament. Should something happen to her son before he reached adulthood, or had a family, everything would go to his next of kin. Elizabeth, and/or her children.”
“You knew?” Albus accused. It had not sunk in what Severus said about Petunia Dursley not being Lily’s sister.
“I was informed at Gringotts, yes. While I was there, I was not able to send a message to you, as you well know. It was there that I found there was a vault the Ministry set for Potter. It seems they wanted to keep all the valuables the people sent to the-boy-who-lived. Unfortunately for them, the clerk used an available Potter vault. Only a Potter, or their heirs, can give access to such a vault. The ministry could not take the many valuable assets Potter received unless he was killed or de-souled; and believe me Albus, Potter was problaby the wealthiest wizard in Great Britain. If there was no magical kin, everything would have passed into Cornelius Fudge’s, and Dolores Umbridge’s hands. They were not aware of Danielle’s existance. She inherited all, and they lost everything.”
“I do not understand how your daughter can be related to Harry Severus. Petunia …”
“Were you not listening Albus?” Severus sounded exasperated. “Petunia is not related to Lily. I surmiss she was adopted or some such thing. There were never any Blood Wards in that place. Potter was never safe …”
“When did you found out about Petunia?” Albus demanded. It was information that he should have received immediatly. He knew the boy’s life was not good at that place, but he deemed it a necessary evil in exchange for the protection of Blood Wards. But according to what Severus was telling him, there had never been any type of protection at Privet Drive # 4.
“Four months ago, when I found out about Danielle’s existence. Jeremiah requested a Heritage Spell in his Will, to confirm that I was indeed a Prince,” he sneered. “I found out then. Elizabeth was unsuitable to take care of a coakroach, much less a child. I requested guardianship of my daughter. That is the reason why I did not inform you. I suspected you might just decide to leave Potter and my daughter with a drug addicted, abusive prostitute, even when it was clearly more dangerous. As it is, my daughter was almost killed by the bastard that woman was dating.”
“Harry can’t be dead Severus, you are alive. The Vow …”
“You cancelled my Unbreakable Vow Albus.” This was something he and the Aurors verified, as the old coot would suspect the boy was alive. “It demanded that I accompany the boy to the Ministry. I would have used Polyjuice. You denied me that. You told me you knew best, and you were the one in charge of overseeing his protection, not me,” he actually snarled. At the moment he was furious with the old wizard. “The Vow released me. I am alive because of your over confidence, unfortunately Potter is dead because of it as well. My daughter would have been left an orphan, as Elizabeth died of an overdose not two days ago.”
Albus’ knees buckled. He could not have erred so badly. Kingsley and Tonks caught him. “The Prophesy …” he began looking at Severus beseechingly.
“It is obviously rubbish, as I have told you time and again Albus. The Dark Lord and you made it self fulfilling,” he sneered at the old wizard.
The old wizard looked at the Aurors reproachfully. “Why did you let him get Kissed?” There was also much pain in his voice. He did love the boy.
“We did not!” Amelia snapped indignant.
“We stalled as much as we could. We had the other Aurors support. We were planning on springing him away …” Kingsley informed him. “But when we reached Azkaban we came across twelve rogue Dementors. It was all we could do to fend them off! We lost two guards as well.”
“You Albus Dumbledore have much to explain.” She directed a steely glare at the old wizard. “To stall I requested Kingsley to Legilimize Mister Potter. What we found chills me to the bone!” She snarled.
“Whatever do you mean Amelia?”
“Albus Wulfuric Percival Brian Dumbledore you are charged with child endangerment, kidnapping,” Harry should have never been with the Dursleys. Lily Evans-Potter Will was clear on that, as Severus found out that afternoon, “conspiracy to commit murder, as well as being an accessory and/or accomplice in the torture -physical and emotional- of a minor, child abuse, child neglect, rape, and attempted murder against Harry James Potter. You are also facing an investigation of your tenure as a Hogwarts Professor, Deputy Headmaster, and Headmaster. It was your duty to investigate Mister Potter’s complaints about his home life. You did not even allow the child to speak.”
The Headmaster stared at her not comprehending what she was saying. Harry abused? Raped? Arabella would have reported it. “I … I don’t understand! Harry was not abused!” He could not be.
“Harry James Potter was brutally abused while in your watch Dumbledore. The Dursley were the main ones. Ever since you left the boy at their doorstep. They even tried to kill, or drown the child when he was younger.” Kingsley’s voice was cold, his face hard and unforgiving. “Care to explain why you told us to remain outside Privet Drive number four Privacy Wards? Inside the boy was being brutally beaten EVERY DAY by those bloody muggles! He was barely fed as well. The danger was INSIDE, not outside.”
“Potter abused? That boy was pampered, and spoiled by his adoring relatives!” Severus sneered, and his voice dripped with disdain.
He knew better now, and Severus would always regret not truly seeing Lily’s child when he needed his protection the most. In his arms, Danielle stiffened. These were her secrets, things she had kept quiet out of fear, and shame; and they were being exposed. He had been exceedingly cruel to the boy Potter had been, calling him pampered, and spoiled. Telling the Gryffindor he was practically worshipped by his relatives, when in truth it was the complete opposite. Reminding him without knowing how awful his life actually was. Lily’s child was reviled, and hurt terribly by those monsters. Potter was treated as bad as a Malfoy house-elf, and expected to work till he dropped, like one of their elves would.
Severus soothed Danielle absently to remove the sting from his words. The scorn in his voice was all an act now, for Albus and Tonks benefit. He rubbed her back gently after he cast a soundless, and wandless, Feather Weight Charm to free one of his arms, as he would not set her down. Not with the subject they were discussing, and specially with Black still on the loose. This did not go unnoticed by those present, even Tonks. Albus and the young Auror looked perplexed on top of the grief they were feeling.
“He was not, quite the contrary,” Amelia informed him gravely. She allowed her distress at her first sight of the child to show. The witch did not think she could ever forgive Dumbledore, and whatever respect she had for him was gone. “We collected his memories as evidence, as we speak there are Aurors arresting those muggles.” That was the first thing she did once she was back at her office. She sent two of her trusted Aurors to arrest the beasts, sister and son included.
“He … he had Accidental Magic Episodes quite often, and he lives in a muggle area.” Albus tried to justify himself for erecting such powerful Privacy Wards.
“Did you bother to check the reasons for those episodes?” Kingsley growled. Too many were signs that something was wrong. It was usually what led to discovering child abuse cases. As Headmaster to a school full of children, the old coot knew that. “That was then Dumbledore. Those outside watching the house were magical. There was no need for secrecy, unless you were covering the abuse the child was being subjected to.” The dark Auror accused.
“No I didn’t know! I knew he was not loved, and might not have been treated like a member of the family, but I never knew he was abused!”
“Of course you didn’t!” Kingsley exclaimed, then he sneered. “You did not allow the boy to tell you, so you could argue precisely that.” Kingsley took out one of the scrolls of the Abusus Historia, and the photos they took of the boy’s condition. “This is his Abusus Historia Dumbledore. It is one of the thickest ever recorded.”
Albus eyes widened in shock. “This can’t be! No, not Harry. He looked just fine last evening!”
“Ever heard of Runic Glamours?” Amelia inquired. The old wizard nodded. “He was wearing one. Some of those injures are very recent. He … he was beaten and raped here, under your so called Order of the Phoenix’s noses, by one of YOUR people.”
“Raped here?” Albus asked feebly. This was a nightmare, his worst nightmare. Not even Tom had been as mistreated as they were telling him Harry had been.
“Yes, his own godfather …” Amelia began.
“Black!? That mutt dared to harm his godchild? How DARE he!? How could he!? Black made the traditional Vows!” Severus played his part, although not all was an act. He was apalled that the mutt DARED to break those sacred Vows.
“Yes,” was the dark Auror’s grim reply.
“No, you must be wrong! Sirius loves Harry!” Tonks protested. She could not believe that her cousin would do something so horrible to his charge, to the boy he swore he loved.
“I saw the memories Tonks. I saw that deranged animal forcefully take what he had no right to,” Kingsley snarled. “He hurt the child he Vowed to protect with his life if need be!”
“You will arrest him.” Albus tone went cold, and his magic swirled angrily. He trusted Sirius with Harry. Trusted he would take care of the boy, and give him the love and affection he knew he was not getting at his relatives home. “He will be Kissed by a Dementor.”
“He will be. No questions asked by the Ministry,” Amelia agreed. It did not mean they were not going to thoroughly question Black. “He will be given to the Dementors we managed to retrieve.”
“When will we get Harry’s body?” A private funeral would be necessary for those who were close to him.
“There is no body Dumbledore.” Kingsley’s voice denoted sadness. “The Dementor threw Potter into the water after it Kissed the boy. I saw him Kissed, but there was nothing any of us could do. The body clearly drowned, as the goblins have acknowledged the boy’s death,” he added looking at Severus to confirm it, which the wizard did with a nod. “By the time we managed to push away the rogues, there was no sign of it. You know the waters surrounding Azkaban seldom release a body that has fallen into them.”
The old wizard sighed. He knew that was true. Few, if any, bodies were ever recovered. Bitter tears fell down his cheeks to be lost in his beard. Beside him, he could see Severus was affected, even when he tried to conceal it. The last of Lily was gone … although, maybe … maybe something remained in his small daughter. The way the younger wizard held the little girl close to his body, and away from him, was quite telling. He was clearly considered a threat. The hard glare directed at him was also a good indication that he would not be forgiven for his lies, and the pain he caused Lily’s child any time soon, if at all. Severus was not a forgiving wizard, and could hold grudges for many years.