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Severus paced in the living room of Spinners End. With plans to remodel looking a bit iffy, he’d been considering just starting fresh and smashing the whole thing down. Lucius and Regulus sat in the two arm chairs facing the cold fireplace.
“I have to book a bloody hotel, how the hell do I convert galleons again?” He said exhaustedly to Regulus' annoyance.
“Just stay with me,” The younger man said but Severus shook his head.
“No, and risk running into your brother? I don’t think so. No offence but I don’t wanna risk it.” Severus said.
“You know Sirius lives alone, right? He doesn’t come around often so it should be fine,” Regulus said with a frown,
“Right, he doesn’t come around ‘often,’ which means he still visits from time to time. So no thanks,” Severus said with a dramatic flourish of his hair. Regulus frowned and shifted in his chair.
“Well, you could stay with me? I mean, I’ll have to ask Narcissa but I'm sure she would say yes either way.” Severus halted his pacing at Lucius' words.
“I’m not opposed to that but, you know I’m not dead broke or anything? It’s only until I can get my home redone.” Severus says to Lucius, as Regulus stood and left the room to wander about the house.
“It will be a while, from removing old furniture to knocking it down and then rebuilding it. That’s not even with all the forms and files I have to sign and send to the bloody council. Which by the way, the paper work alone could take months on their own,” Lucius' face contorted into the very picture of confusion.
“Council? What on earth are you talking about? Just have it done the wizarding way,” Regulus says as he re-enters the room.
“I can't do that, this is a muggle dwelling in a muggle area. I’m sure the muggles would notice if a new home was erected where an old one stood in over a week,” Understanding dawned On Regulus face but Lucius remained mystified.
“Anyway, it doesn’t really change anything. If you stay with us for a year or a million years, our home is open, probably.” Lucius says, ignoring the words he didn’t understand.
“Fine, but I will ask Narcissa. I won’t have you do it for me.” With a roll of his eyes, Severus shuffles his feet.
“Yeah, Alright.” With that, the three men left the house for Lucius' home.
When they arrived, Narcissa was in the garden watching Draco flying about on the field. The wind flapped wildly around him as he zoomed from left to right in a zigzag pattern. Each turn, punctuated by his boisterous laughter.
The day was unusually sunny, and so Narcissa wore an A-line dress to her knees. The lovely wisteria colour contrasted her darker hairs as she turned to smile and wave at them. Her beaming smile reminded Severus of all the times they’d laughed and cried together.
“If it isn’t my three favourite men,” Lucius smiled brightly at her words,
“I’m your favourite person though, right?” He asked, her answering laughter seemed to make him pout.
“That’s not nice, Cissy.” Regulus stated
“He should be your favourite, he did give you Draco.” She sighed with a smile
“Lucius would be my favourite, but unfortunately for him it’s Draco. Anyway, what brings you here, Regulus, Severus?” She asked, finally placing down her cup.
“My house is uninhabitable, and I’m gonna knock it down and start again. I’ll need to rebuild the muggle way which could take a while and I would stay at a hotel for the time being but I don’t feel confident exchanging galleons for cash. Lucius said it was okay for me to stay here if you said it was ok.” Severus said unsurely, but her radiant smile was almost enough to answer.
“Absolutely, Draco will be so pleased with the news.”
“He could stay at the three broomsticks” Regulus added, Narcissas’ answering frown was fierce. Reminiscent of his mother, Walburga's, which Regulus remembered from countless times he and Sirius were scolded.
“No, that’s not enough. I assume the process could take quite a while and I don’t believe the Three Broomsticks would be hospitable enough for a long-term stay.” She stood and called her son down. Draco flew down at break neck speed when he saw the visitors.
“Uncle Regulus, Godfather! What are you guys doing here?” He exclaimed, With a sunny grin,
“I came along for the hell of it,” Regulus said as he turned to Severus.
“I’m gonna stay with you for a while Draco, you’ll be seeing me more often now.” Severus smiled as Draco began to jump about excitedly.
“Yaaaaaay! Oh I’m so excited! I know the birthday party has already passed but it’s only July 23rd.” Draco says to Severus confusion,
“Okay?”
“Harry and Neville have their birthdays on the 30th and 31st so I’m gonna go to Harry's house for a sleepover. I can’t wait to tell him you live with us now!” The grin on his face broke out into a full face smile.
“Wow, are your other friends going to be there?” Severus asked, keeping the conversation alive.
“Yeah, Hermione, Ron, Blaise and Daphne are going but Pansy and Theo can’t go. But only because Pansy and Hermione don’t like each other and Theo can't go because his stepmum doesn’t like Mr Potter.” Severus becomes intrigued by Dracos’ statement.
“Why not Draco?” He asks while looking at the other three adults, Narcissa purses her lips.
“Because Mr Nott was a death eater and now he’s in Azkaban because Harry' s mum died and Voldemort is dead.” The statement brought understanding to Severus.
In 1981, a year and three months after Harry had been born, Lily was at a cottage in Godric’s Hollow alone when Voldemort appeared and struck her with the killing curse. Unfortunately for him, whatever protection she had rebounded the spell, killing him too.
“I see, well it’s unfortunate your friends don't all get along. Don’t worry too much though Draco, they might change their minds later on, okay?” Draco frowned at Severus for a second before reiterating,
“No, no. Theo doesn’t mind Harry or the others. Only Pansy and Hermione don’t like each other. ” Severus filled with understanding,
“Ah, ok. Sorry Draco” he says to his godson who perked up and chirps his agreement when Narcissa shepherds us all inside for dinner.
Dinner that night was a lovely affair, from roasted duck to stargazy pie and many other traditional English foods. When all was said and done, Severus returned home for the night.