Aftermaths, Part 106

by Geri ([email protected])

Rating: Mostly PG-13, but NC-17 for overall story

Pairing: Snape/Lupin, Theodore/Blaise

Warning: AU; events that occurred at the end of Order of the Phoenix were significantly altered from the book.

Sequel to: Always, Summer Vacation, For Old Time's Sake, Three's a Crowd, Return of the Raven, Phoenix Reborn, and Phoenix Rising.

Summary: The various characters deal with the aftermath of the war, and Snape and Lupin try to build a family together with Theodore and Dylan. However, some people are unable to let go of the past...

Author's note: {} Indicates character's unspoken thoughts.

Disclaimer: Characters belong to J.K. Rowling, except Hob, who belongs to William Mayne; no money is being made off this story; consider it a little wish fulfillment on my part.
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Frank and Alice Longbottom returned to work at the Ministry in early February. After finally being restored to sanity after the deaths of Rodolphus and Bellatrix Lestrange, they had spent several months recuperating and getting up-to-date on everything that had happened while they were incapacitated, not to mention taking some time to get to know their son, who was a virtual stranger to them. But now that Neville was at school, they no longer wanted to sit around the house doing nothing but getting caught up on past history and mourning the years they had missed seeing their son grow up. The Healers at St. Mungo's cautiously pronounced them fit to return to duty, but suggested that they be kept on office duty until they got "back on their feet again". The Longbottoms did not object, as even doing paperwork was preferable to brooding at home, and gladly returned to work.

Their colleagues greeted them warmly, but the ones who had known them during the first war were a little shocked by how frail they looked, and thought to themselves that perhaps the Healers were not being overcautious, after all. They were in their early forties, but their hair had gone almost completely gray, and they looked worn and haggard. But color and animation gradually filled the Longbottoms' faces as they talked with the other Aurors about their current cases, and their old friends exchanged quick glances of relief; work was probably the best medicine for whatever ailed them.

"Things are fairly quiet right now," Kingsley Shacklebolt said. "Rabastan Lestrange is still at large, of course--" The Longbottoms' faces paled, and he hastily added, "But he seems to be lying low, and is too busy hiding to cause any trouble at the moment." Kingsley motioned to a large stack of paper on his desk. "I could really use some help sorting through the rumors and tips we've received as to where he might be, but if it brings back bad memories..."

"No one wants to see Lestrange caught more than we do," Frank said firmly. "We'll be happy to do anything we can to help." Alice nodded in agreement.

Kingsley handed them the stack of paper. "I'm afraid that most, if not all of these, are probably nonsense. We haven't had one firm lead yet so far."

"We'll sort through them," Alice said, "and see if we can find anything that looks promising enough to follow up on."

"You can't really say it's quiet, now can you, Shacklebolt?" Williamson said sharply. "Or is a Death Eater sighting at Hogwarts no big deal to you?"

"That's funny," Kingsley retorted. "As I recall, few years back, when a real Dark Mark was conjured at the Quidditch World Cup, you and the rest of the Fudge's cronies swore up and down that Voldemort could not possibly have returned. Now some child pulls a nasty prank and suddenly you're seeing Death Eaters behind every corner."

Williamson's face turned red with anger, but before he could respond, Dawlish said in a quiet but cold voice, "Perhaps now it is you who refuses to see the truth, Kingsley. Maybe it was merely a prank, maybe not, but would it not be wise to at least consider the possibility that this might be a serious threat?" He turned to glance at the Longbottoms. "Especially since the culprit tried to implicate Frank's and Alice's son?"

"We are looking into it," Tonks assured the Longbottoms. "In fact, we're going to meet with a friend of Lukas Bleddri--er, I mean, Diggory--who might be able to help us track down the tape recorder that was used in the prank." She gave Dawlish, Williamson, and Kingsley stern looks. "Let's not forget that we're all on the same side and that we're all supposed to be working together. And let's not forget to keep an open mind. The false Dark Mark could have been cast by a Death Eater sympathizer, but it could also have been cast by someone who wants to make the Slytherins look bad, perhaps someone who lost a loved one in the war and wants to cause trouble for the Death Eaters' children in revenge."

"Let me take a wild guess," Williamson said sarcastically. "Was that Professor Snape's theory?"

"It is, and I think it's valid," Tonks said in a level voice. "I also think it's possible that the culprit might be trying to harm Severus personally, through his students in general and his sons in particular."

"I still think it would do more good to search the students' rooms--the Slytherin students in particular--than to try and track down the Muggle device," Dawlish said impatiently.

Tonks glared at him. "You already searched the homes of the Death Eaters quite thoroughly during the summer and confiscated a few Dark Magic books and artifacts, but found nothing to implicate their children. Actually, I wouldn't mind searching ALL the dorms, but you know we can't do so without a warrant. Besides, I think the culprit is smart enough not to keep any evidence lying around in their room--that's why they used someone else's wand to conjure up the false Mark." She smiled at Frank and Alice. "Don't worry, we'll get to the bottom of this eventually--er, no pun intended."

She and Kingsley left, and Dawlish said to the Longbottoms, "Tonks means well, but I think her judgment might be a little clouded by her friendship with Snape and Lupin. And of course her cousin Sirius Black is Lupin's best friend, not to mention Narcissa Malfoy's cousin."

Frank and Alice frowned, looking uncertain and a little confused. "Sirius had cut off all ties to his family back in the old days," Alice said.

"He's reconciled with them," Dawlish explained. "Believed he could help Narcissa and her son reform, I think. A noble goal, but--" He shrugged. "Call me a cynic, but I'm not so sure that people like that can really change. I think his marriage to Branwen Blackmore might have influenced him; the Blackmores always had strong ties to the old Slytherin families."

"I never doubted Branwen's loyalty, despite her strange ways and her family's reputation," Frank said. "She risked her life many times during the war."

"But what a shock," Alice said, "to find her returned from what we thought was certain death, looking as if she hadn't aged a day!" She smiled, a sad and ironic smile. "While we awoke to find ourselves looking so old and our baby boy nearly a man, like those fairy tales where someone falls into an enchanted sleep and wakes up a hundred years later to find that everything around them has changed."

"Well, at least it was only fifteen years and not a century," Frank said comfortingly. "Most of our family and friends are still alive, and we still have time to get to know our son."

"Yes," Alice agreed softly, "we can be grateful for that. I thank Merlin every day that Neville grew up safe and healthy. My last conscious thought was that the Lestranges might find and hurt our baby."

"Your son has grown up into a fine young man," Dawlish said politely, and Alice smiled.

"We're very proud of Neville, of course," Frank said. "But this recent incident at Hogwarts worries me; I always thought the school was a safe place."

"How can it be, with Death Eaters' children among the students, and the Head of Slytherin a former Death Eater himself?" Williamson asked.

"It was a shock," Frank said, frowning, "to find out that Snape was actually a double-agent. I had always assumed he was a true Death Eater, but Albus trusts him, and I'd trust Albus with my life."

"I have nothing but respect for Albus Dumbledore," Dawlish said, "but no one is infallible. Even Dumbledore can make mistakes: he thought that Black was a traitor, same as the rest of us, and a Death Eater posing as Mad-Eye Moody taught at Hogwarts undetected for nearly a year."

"Neville says that Snape is a harsh teacher, but that he respects him and has learned a great deal from him," Alice said uncertainly. "Do you truly believe that Snape's loyalty is suspect?"

"I think it is wise to be cautious," Dawlish said. "Someone who has changed sides once can easily do so again. And he seems to be looking after the children of his former comrades very closely; he has even adopted two of them. Don't you find that a little strange, that he would be so concerned about the children of his enemies, or that they would allow themselves to be adopted by the man who betrayed their fathers?"

The Longbottoms looked concerned, but remained silent, and Dawlish decided not to press the point. He had planted a seed of doubt in them, and that was enough for now. He didn't want to alienate them by pushing too hard.

Later, the four Aurors had lunch in the cafeteria. They had just sat down to eat, when a glum-looking Amos Diggory walked by, carrying a tray. "Amos!" Dawlish called, waving at him. "Care to sit with us?"

Amos came over to their table and pulled up a chair. "Hello, Amos," Alice said, smiling at him pleasantly. They had been friendly in the old days, though not especially close.

Amos smiled wanly in return. "Hello, Alice, Frank," he said. "It's good to see you back at work."

"Thanks, Amos, it's good to be back," Frank replied. "How are Helen and Ced--" He cut himself off, looking horrified. He had nearly forgotten that the Diggorys' son had been killed three years ago. He had been informed of it, but it still didn't seem real to him. The years in St. Mungo's were like a blurry dream, and in his mind, Cedric was still a toddler, happy and healthy. He often had to stop and consciously remind himself that fifteen years had passed since the time he last remembered. "Oh God, Amos, I'm so sorry!"

"It's all right, Frank," Amos said, looking sad but sympathetic. "I know it must be difficult for you. Helen and I...we miss Cedric, of course, but we've come to terms with his death. Our nephew, Tristan, has been a great comfort to us, but now..." He sighed heavily.

Frank and Alice looked uncomfortable. They had read in the Daily Prophet that Amos was being sued by his late brother's son, but were not sure how to react or whose side to take. It was yet another shock, to discover that Cyril Diggory was not only still alive, but that he was a werewolf.

Dawlish and Williamson had no such doubts, though; their sympathies lay firmly with Amos. He was a colleague at the Ministry and the head of a respected pureblood family. Also, the fact that Lukas Bleddri/Cyril Diggory was not only a werewolf but a friend of Severus Snape did nothing to endear him to them. "It's shameful, that the werewolf's lawsuit even went to trial in the first place!" Dawlish declared. "The court should have dismissed it out of hand!"

"Absolutely!" Williamson agreed. "But I'm sure that you'll win the trial, Amos. There's no way they'll ever hand the title over to that werewolf!"

Frank and Alice exchanged another uneasy look. In the past, they had regarded werewolves as creatures to be feared or pitied (or perhaps both), depending on the circumstances, but they had not given much thought to the matter, since they had not known any werewolves personally--or so they had thought. Yet it seemed that Remus Lupin had been a werewolf all along, and he was one of their former comrades, someone they liked and respected. And even stranger was the fact that Remus and Snape were lovers, and had apparently scandalized the wizarding world by making their relationship public!

"Is there no other way to resolve this, Amos, no compromise that can be reached?" Alice asked gently. "In the past, a werewolf was a danger to himself and the people around him, but Albus says that is no longer the case, due to the new Wolfsbane Potion..."

"I appreciate your kind thoughts, Alice," Amos said, a stubborn, implacable look on his face, "but there can be no compromise between myself and my...nephew." He grimaced as he said the word, as if it left a bad taste in his mouth. "He is determined to revenge himself upon me; he has gotten it into his head that I am somehow responsible for his father's death. Cynric and my parents had a very...adversarial relationship, shall we say, and Cyril grew up with a rather distorted image of our family. His father taught him to regard me and my parents as the enemy, I'm afraid."

"And the Wolfsbane Potion does not make werewolves safe, precisely," Dawlish added. "It allows the werewolf to remain sane during the full moon, but it does not halt the transformation or render the werewolf's bite harmless. The werewolf is not compelled to bite, that is true, but could still bite and infect a victim if he or she chose to do so."

"But surely no sane person would want to deliberately infect someone!" Frank exclaimed.

"One could just as easily say that no sane person would want to practice the Dark Arts and murder people," Dawlish pointed out. "And yet You-Know-Who had no trouble recruiting Death Eaters."

"Werewolves are Dark Creatures," Williamson declared. "It's in their nature to kill. I don't trust them, equal rights bill or not."

"But they helped fight the Death Eaters, didn't they?" Alice asked.

"That is true," Dawlish reluctantly agreed. "But I think that they are still dangerous. People capture and train lions and tigers to perform in zoos and circuses, for example, but they are still wild animals and can never truly be tamed. Even if they're born in captivity, there is always the danger that they will turn on their trainer without warning. I think we need to be cautious of the werewolves in the same way. Bleddri's pack did something astonishing that I had never seen before--they were able to provoke a transformation when the moon was not full. And--I was glad that they were fighting on our side, because it made me shudder to watch them. I saw one of them tear out a man's throat with a single bite; I saw several of them band together to fell a giant, as a normal pack of wolves might bring down a deer. Imagine what would have happened if they had lost control of themselves and turned on their allies! Imagine the threat they could pose if they could change at will and consciously direct their attacks! Just a single rogue werewolf could do incredible harm, and a whole pack of them--I don't even want to think about it!"

"But surely it's not fair to condemn them just because they have the potential to become a danger," Alice objected. "Any human wizard is potentially a danger, after all, if they choose to turn to the Dark Arts and use their magic for ill."

"That is true," Dawlish said placatingly. "I'm not saying that they should all be imprisoned or anything like that." Amos said nothing, but the expression on his face made it plain that it would be perfectly fine with him if all werewolves were locked up. "However," Dawlish continued, "I think it unwise to dismantle the Werewolf Registry. At the very least, we ought to keep track of them to make sure they're taking their potion and not posing a threat to anyone."

"I don't know what to think," Frank sighed. "So much has changed; it's a lot to take in all at once."

Dawlish changed the subject, much to the Longbottoms' relief, and they talked of pleasant, trivial matters for the rest of their lunch hour. But the doubts that Dawlish, Williamson, and Amos had raised still remained. When Frank and Alice returned home, they went through some of Neville's letters, scrutinizing them more carefully for mentions of his teachers. He had nothing but praise for Lupin, who was "the best teacher in the school" as far as Neville was concerned; he said that Lupin's classes were always interesting and fun. He was less enthusiastic about Snape, but they detected no hint of fear or hostility in Neville's letters: "Snape is pretty hard on the Gryffindors, but I think he likes Hermione--he actually gave her ten points in class today, and Snape never gives points to the Gryffindors! Of course, she is dating his foster son, and Hermione and Dylan are his top Potions students...We got word that Professor Snape's father died today. I never liked Snape much, to be honest, but I felt sorry for him; he turned white and looked like he was going to faint. Hermione says that Snape was estranged from his family for a long time. I wonder if he regrets that now? I hope he got to make up with his dad before he died...Today Snape said, 'You seem to have brewed your potion adequately today, Longbottom'--that's high praise, coming from Snape, at least for me! I'm a little worried about my Potions N.E.W.T., but I think I'll do okay. I haven't made any mistakes in Potions class since the start of term, when I almost messed up the Fire Shield Potion." As for the Physical Defense instructor, Neville's letters said, "Master Bleddri is a tough teacher, but at least he's fair. He didn't go to Hogwarts, so he doesn't play favorites with the Houses like some of the other teachers do. I'm not really that good at the physical combat--not like Harry is, anyway--but as long as you work hard and try your best, he doesn't scold you. But I like his Interspecies Relations class much better. We're learning lots of interesting things about werewolves, and about other types of non-humans, too."

"Well, at least Neville doesn't seem to be afraid of either Snape or Cyril Diggory," Alice said. "Although he might be holding back, not wanting to worry us. He didn't tell us about the threatening note that was sent to Harry Potter, after all. We only learned about it from the other parents at the Quidditch match."

"Albus swears that they're both trustworthy," Frank said. "I don't want to question his judgment, but..."

"Perhaps we could go to the school and have a friendly chat with Remus," Alice suggested. "Just to catch up on old times and discuss Neville's progress. And perhaps get some insight into Snape and Diggory."

"He's likely to be biased, from what Dawlish said," Frank replied.

"Yes, well, Richard seems to be a bit biased himself," Alice said dryly. "Perhaps by hearing from both sides, we might be able to get a more realistic picture and draw our own conclusions."
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So they made an appointment to see Professor Lupin in his office the following afternoon. "Frank, Alice, how good to see you!" Lupin said warmly.

"It's good to see you too, Remus," the Longbottoms replied. Lupin shook Frank's hand and gave Alice a kiss on the cheek, then motioned for them to take a seat.

Lupin poured tea for everyone and set out a plate of cookies. "So what can I do for you today?" he asked cheerfully.

"We just wanted to check up on Neville," Alice said casually. "I suppose we're being a little overprotective, but...well..."

"No one could blame you for that, after being parted from your son for so many years," Lupin said kindly. "If I were separated from Theo and Dylan..." His voice trailed off, and he turned a little pale. Then he quickly shook his head and smiled again. "But we were talking about Neville," Lupin said briskly. "I assure you that he's doing extremely well in my class. I don't have any doubt that he'll pass his Defense Against the Dark Arts N.E.W.T. with flying colors. I believe he's doing fine in his other classes as well, although you'd have to ask Professor McGonagall for more details."

"And there have been no other...ah...incidents since the Quidditch match?" Frank asked.

"No," Lupin replied in a more serious voice. "I don't blame you for being worried--many of the other parents have already expressed their concerns in much more vocal terms. But I promise we're doing everything that we can to protect the students. We've set a curfew so that the students won't be wandering around after hours, and the teachers are taking turns patrolling the halls in the evening."

"But you still haven't caught the person who cast the Dark Mark at the match," Frank said.

Lupin sighed wearily. "No, we haven't, and I am just as concerned about it as you are. I have two sons attending Hogwarts myself now, and both of them were injured by these vicious pranks. There has been a great deal of hostility directed towards Slytherin by certain members of the other Houses, and I'm almost sure that's the motivation behind these pranks. I remember how nasty the House rivalry could get at times when I was a student, and things have been exacerbated by the war. I thought things would get better after the war ended, and they have, a little, but I suppose that there are still many unhealed wounds."

"Your sons?" Alice said, sounding a little surprised.

"Well, technically they're my foster sons, but I think of them as my own," Lupin said, smiling proudly. He pulled a slim folder out of one of the drawers in his desk; it contained photos clipped from the school paper, of two boys playing Quidditch, and a picture of one of the boys posing with a girl at the Yule Ball. "This is Dylan," Lupin said, pointing at the latter picture; the boy was stunningly handsome and bore a strong resemblance to Evan Rosier. He pointed at another picture, this one of a lanky, dark-haired boy on a broomstick holding a Quaffle. "And this is Theo." Lupin looked thoughtful and said, more to himself than to his companions, "Hmm, we ought to take an official family photo, maybe I should talk to Colin about that..."

"Dylan Rosier and Theodore Nott," Frank said in a carefully expressionless voice. He had fought with their fathers on occasion, and had seen the victims they had murdered.

"Theodore Snape now," Lupin said pleasantly. "Severus legally adopted Theo as his heir."

"Yes, Neville mentioned that in his letters," Alice murmured.

"The boys have done nothing wrong," Lupin said firmly, his eyes meeting the Longbottoms' without flinching. "In fact, they helped us fight the Death Eaters."

"I am surprised that they would reject their parents' teachings," Frank said.

"I am not," Lupin replied in an even voice. "They both endured horrors you cannot imagine. They saw the cruelty of Voldemort and the Death Eaters firsthand."

"My imagination is very good," Frank said, a little bitterly. "We saw a great many horrors during the war, as you know, Remus."

"But not at age eight, or fifteen, or sixteen," Lupin said quietly. "Theodore saw his uncle murdered before his eyes by his father. Dylan had the Dark Mark forcibly branded onto his arm. Dylan saw his mother murdered before his eyes, watched her sacrifice herself to save his life. Theodore saw his father try to hand him over to the Dark Lord as a sacrifice. Can any of the horrors you have seen truly match these?" The Longbottoms looked away, unable to meet his gaze. "Do you honestly think that I would have taken them into my home and my heart if they were Death Eaters?" Lupin asked in a passionate voice.

"No, Remus, of course not," Alice finally replied after a long silence.

In a gentler voice, Lupin said, "Much has happened since you...er...fell ill."

"Call it what it is, Remus," Frank said bluntly. "Since we went mad, you mean."

"A lot has changed since then," Lupin said. "The children grew up different from their fathers, I think because of what they witnessed living among the Death Eaters--not just the cruelty, but the fear. The Death Eaters were all terrified of their own Master. Voldemort's madness increased and his patience lessened after his resurrection. He would torture his servants when displeased him or failed to carry out a task he had assigned them."

Frank could not help but feel a twinge of satisfaction, having been on the receiving end of the Death Eaters' tortures. "Am I supposed to feel sorry for them?"

"No," Lupin replied, "but are you really surprised to learn now that the Death Eaters' children were not so eager to share their parents' fate?"

"I suppose not," Frank conceded.

Lupin gave his old comrades a shrewd look. "If you really wanted to check on Neville's progress, you would have spoken to Albus or Minerva. I think that certain of your colleagues have told you unsavory rumors about my lover and my sons, and you want to reassure yourself that they are not true."

Frank and Alice both blushed. "Well, things have indeed changed over the years, Remus," Alice said with a smile. "You are certainly much more direct than you used to be!"

Lupin laughed good-naturedly. "I wasted too many years being afraid to speak up, hiding from myself and from the world. I don't intend to waste any more time; it is much too precious to me."

Just then, the door opened and Snape walked in unannounced. "Lupin, I--" Snape started to say, then looked startled when he saw the Longbottoms. "Oh, I didn't know that you had company."

"Severus, you remember Frank and Alice Longbottom, don't you?" Lupin said pleasantly. "Neville's parents. Frank, Alice, this is of course Severus Snape, the Potions Master at Hogwarts and--" A mischievous gleam twinkled in his eyes. "--my lover."

Snape flushed a little and scowled at Lupin. "Why don't you just take an ad out in the Daily Prophet while you're at it?" he asked sourly, and Lupin smiled sweetly at him in response. Snape turned his gaze to the Longbottoms, a combination of concern and suspicion on his face. "Is there some sort of problem regarding Mr. Longbottom that I don't know about?"

"They just wanted to check on how Neville was doing," Lupin said innocently, which only made Snape look more suspicious.

"Well, they may rest assured that--somewhat to my surprise--Mr. Longbottom has managed not to melt any cauldrons, cause any explosions, or otherwise cause harm to himself or his classmates of late," Snape said caustically.

"Yes, I was just telling them that Neville was doing very well in his classes," Lupin said cheerfully.

"It's possible that he might actually pass his Potions N.E.W.T.," Snape said grudgingly, "although he will never be a Potions Master." He nodded curtly at the Longbottoms, said, "I'll talk to you later, Lupin," and left the room, closing the door behind him.

Lupin smiled apologetically. "Well, I'm afraid some things don't change--like Severus's temper. But believe it or not, that was a compliment, if a rather backhanded one. Severus is the only person I know who can make a compliment sound like an insult; he's rather fond of his sinister image, you see, and he doesn't want the students to think he's going soft. But I assure you, he would never have accepted Neville into his Advanced class if he didn't think that Neville was competent. It's true that Neville...er...had some difficulties when he first started taking Potions, but he's made a great deal of progress since then. I think Severus is a little impressed by how hard Neville has worked to improve, even though he would never admit it."

"I see," Alice said dubiously. Snape seemed as unpleasant as she had remembered, and even if what Lupin had just said was true, she still did not understand what on earth he could possibly see in Snape as a lover.

As if reading her mind, Lupin said quietly, "You must remember, Severus has spent the better part of two decades being a spy, at great risk to his own life. He does not readily reveal his true emotions to people he isn't close to. But he cares about his students very much, and he worked hard to protect them--all of them, even the Gryffindors." Lupin smiled. "And yes, Severus does still hold a grudge against his rival House, but that did not stop him from doing his duty. I hope you can believe me when I tell you that Severus is a man of honor."

"You and Albus certainly seem to think very highly of him," Frank said, a little evasively. It wasn't that he doubted Lupin, but it was a bit difficult to think of Snape as one of the "good guys" when they had believed him to be a Death Eater for so long. Everything about Snape had practically screamed "Death Eater": his interest in the Dark Arts, his sullen expression and furtive ways, his family's reputation, his friendship with Lucius Malfoy, even the fact that he wore nothing but black, as if he were deliberately cultivating a sinister image.

If Lupin noticed that Frank had not actually agreed with him, he gave no sign of it. "I'm glad I was able to set your mind at ease, then," Lupin said pleasantly. "Would you like to see Neville before you go back home?"

"Of course we'd love to see him," Alice said, "but he might be a little embarrassed if he thought we were checking up on him."

"Oh, I don't really think he'd mind, but why don't we just say that you came to consult with me on Auror business?" Lupin suggested casually. "And you thought you would say hello to him, since you were already here. Then he doesnÕt have to feel that youÕre being overprotective."

The Longbottoms nodded, feeling a little surprised at how easily Lupin came up with that little white lie. He had never been very glib or good at prevaricating when they had known him in the old days. Alice wondered if it was something he had picked up from his Slytherin lover, then reminded herself that to be fair, the Gryffindors were not always entirely truthful either. James and Sirius had certainly stretched the truth on more than one occasion when they were boys, and it had sometimes been necessary for the Aurors and Order members to lie in order to prevent the enemy from discovering what they were up to.

"I believe Neville went to the library to study after class," Lupin said. "Or I could send for him, if you like."

"No, that's all right, Remus," Frank said. "It might be nice to take a look around the school, for old time's sake."

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