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Albus finished dinner and got up again. "I will let you know what I find out, but do not do anything in the meantime." He tossed some floo powder into the fire and called, "Headmaster's office, Hogwarts," and disappeared into the green flames.
The next morning Dumbledore fire-called his good friend, Nicolas Flamel and invited him to breakfast in his office. If anyone knew how to reverse the blood adoption, it would be him. He'd have to move cautiously though as Severus had apprenticed under Nicolas and he was very fond of Severus and might take offense to what he considered Albus' meddling. He had been rather suspicious when he'd ask to borrow the Sorcerer's Stone and even more so when he suddenly returned it.
Nicolas came through the floo and shook hands with Dumbledore. "It's been too long, old friend." He looked to be in his mid-sixties and had white hair and a white beard neither being as long as Dumbledore's and lively brown eyes. He sat down in one of the squashy armchairs in front of Dumbledore's desk.
"Yes, it has," Dumbledore agreed. He poured him a cup of tea and then called his personal elf. "Twinky, please bring breakfast for two."
"I be right back, Mr. Headmaster Dumbledore," Twinky said and popped out. Secretly, she was happy Master Potter was no longer in residence at Hogwarts. He was a pig!
"So how is Severus doing, Albus?" Nicolas asked taking a sip of his tea. "I have not heard from him in awhile, but that is to be expected as I imagine teaching and his research keeps him very busy."
"He's doing well and yes, he very busy teaching and with his potion research."
Twinky popped back in with a large tray with plates of eggs, pancakes, porridge, bacon, sausages and fried potatoes on it. She lowered it down on a table by Albus' desk and then popped back out.
"Please help yourself, Nicolas."
"Thank you, Albus," Nicolas replied. He filled his plate and Albus did the same. As they sat down again, Nicolas asked, "Now what is the problem you referred to when you called me?"
"It involves the usage of the Familia Sanguis potion. It seems this student was adopted by his mother's second husband and they decided to do a blood adoption instead of a standard adoption at the Ministry. Well, recently the student found out his adoptive father is a Death Eater and no longer wants to look like him and asked me if I could find a way to reverse the potion."
Nicolas looked puzzled for a moment. "Did you consult with Severus about this problem?"
"No, it arose over the holidays and Severus has been at his manor home in northern England."
"In order for the Familia Sanguis potion to work, you would need the biological father's blood, but it is a very tricky to attempt to do it again because chances are that the body cannot do a full genetic change a second time without some serious mishaps. The student may end up deformed in some way. I would dissuade him against attempting it a second time."
"I see. Well, the student will be very disappointed when I tell him he has to remain looking like a person he despises."
"It's unfortunate that one or the other of his parents didn't do the proper research they should have before giving him the potion," Nicolas remarked as he finished his cup of tea and got up. "I would have liked to see Severus, but I know he's probably not free until later this afternoon. Will you give him my best wishes and ask him to contact me. I believe I've got a few ideas for projects which he might be interested in."
"Of course, Nicolas. I will be most happy to extend your best wishes," Dumbledore agreed while feeling secretly relieved that Nicolas was not going to speak to Severus. He had no intention of even allowing Severus to know he'd been here.
After Nicolas flooed out again, Albus floo-called James to give him the bad news.
Severus, Lily, and Harry were having lunch in Severus' quarters the next day when the floo sounded. Severus left the table to see who it was. To his surprise, he saw his former master, Nicolas Flamel's head sitting in the fire. "Nicolas! Come on through," Severus said. He stepped back so Nicolas could step out of the fireplace.
Nicolas waved his wand and vanished the ash from his robe and then stepped out into the living room. "Hello, Severus. I thought I would pay a short visit to my former apprentice.
"Nicolas, it is always good to see you and I do apologize for not keeping in closer contact. How is Perenelle?"
"Busy as always. You know Perenelle; she is always busy inventing something new whether it be a potion or a spell."
"Yes, she does love discovering and inventing. Did Dumbledore finally return the stone to you?" Severus asked as they walked into the small dining room where Lily and Harry were seated.
Nicolas grinned. "He never actually had the real stone. I have it well hidden and I am not about to turn it over to Albus no matter what he said about You-Know-Who trying to get it."
"Very clever, Nicolas," Severus complimented him. "I should have known."
"Well, you do not live over six hundred years without learning a few things," Nicolas joked.
Harry's eyes widened at the sight of Nicolas. Of course, thanks to his dad telling him about the Sorcerer's Stone and further research on the subject by Hermione, he knew that Nicolas Flamel was the creator of it and that he was over 600 years old even though he looked younger than Professor Dumbledore.
"Lily, Harry, I would like you to meet Master Nicolas Flamel. I was apprenticed under him, studying for my potion mastery. Nicolas, this is my son, Harry Evans-Snape and my best friend and Harry's mother, Lily Evans."
"I see now," Nicolas said mysteriously as he sat down and poured himself a cup of tea. "I did think there was something off about Albus' story."
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