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Disclaimer: I do not own
Harry Potter or co. they are owned by JK Rowling. She owns the characters, I
own this particular plot. I�m not making any money off of this, no malice
intended, no infringement intended and so on etc. Also, if this is similar to any
other fanfics, it was not intentional. As per usual,
any original characters, theories about magic and anything not already known to
JKR�s HP world or general fandom is mine. I borrowed
the concept of the Living Metal from Yuri Narushima�s
Planet Ladder so no; I do not own that concept.

A/N:
Another fairly long chapter, 16 full
pages though a great deal of it is conversation especially towards the end.

Of
course, many thanks to Allex and Robyn for Beta-ing!

Parseltongue,
foreign words, letters/articles etc.

Telepathy

Character�s thoughts

Emphasized
words, headings,

Irreversible Destiny

By: SheWolfe7

Chapter X

Mystery

The true mystery of the world is the
visible, not the invisible.

- Oscar Wilde, Irish dramatist, novelist, & poet (1854 - 1900)

* * * * * * * * * * * *

Riddle Mansion, Little Hangleton, Great
Britain

Thursday the 21^st of August
1997

1:09 PM

Voldemort
was startled but quickly recovered; pulling the younger wizard closer to him as
he ravished that mouth he had stared at and wanted for weeks. Cyriacus felt an
instinct in him urging him as he deepened the kiss, his tongue gliding back and
forth on Voldemort�s bottom lip. The older wizard acceded and opened his mouth;
Cyriacus took the opportunity and bit Voldemort�s lip hard enough to draw blood
which caused Voldemort to attempt to pull away. Cyriacus opened his wings and
held Voldemort in place as his tongue lapped at the blood, savoring it.

When
he pulled away Voldemort looked surprised. �Why did you bite me?�

�It
felt right?� Cyriacus said with a shrug. �I don�t know what it was that pushed
me to it so�I don�t know. Not that it matters, this isn�t the time for that.
There�s much to be done and little enough time to finish it. The world stops
for no one after all and I�m sure you need to get back to doing whatever it is
that you do during the daylight hours. I need some seclusion for a few hours.�

Voldemort
frowned but after gazing at him for a few minutes nodded and slowly left the
suite of rooms. Cyriacus waited until his footsteps had faded before releasing
a tense breath.

�What
the hell have I gotten myself into? Better yet, why am I faltering? I feel
so�out of sorts and I can�t afford to be weak here or elsewhere. Not now, not
ever again. Bloody hell, I hope it�s just stress or I�m going insane.� Cyriacus
muttered as he grabbed a towel and a change of clothes from the closet before
heading into the bathroom.

* * * * * * * * * * * *

The Kitchen

Number 12 Grimmauld Place, London UK

Thursday the 21^st of August
1997

1:13 PM

The
students were surprised to see Harry seated at the table, writing on a scroll
of parchment pausing every few minutes to idly tap his quill on the edge of the
scroll in thought. Sirius leaned over and glanced over the list, pointing
something out which made Harry quickly cross something off. Ron and Hermione
exchanged looks as they took their seats across from Harry. Ginny shook her
head; hopefully Ron would let Hermione ask the questions, she at least knew how
to be subtle. The adults shifted, exchanging warning looks Harry had been a bit
moodier of late (understandably) and Ron had been prodding Harry. There was no
doubt there would be words exchanged and all anyone could hope for was to cut
it in the bud before Harry�s temper exploded.

�How
are you today, Harry?� Hermione asked cheerfully.

Harry
glanced up from the scroll where he was writing something down. �Quite well
thank you, and you?�

�Just
fine, are you working on school work again?�

�No, definitely not.� Harry said amused.

Sirius
snorted, �I don�t think any homework assignment would have anything to do with
the nightclubs in Leisure Alley.�

Seamus
looked confused. �Why would you be writing down the names of nightclubs in
Leisure Alley?�

�It�s
Cy�s birthday tomorrow. We were planning on taking
him out but I don�t know if he�s well enough to go anywhere yet.�

Ron�s
eyes flashed with annoyance. �I�m surprised you wouldn�t just take him out to
Black Death, you seemed to have had a good time there on your birthday.�

Hermione
kicked him under the table, silently warning him not to push Harry. �Maybe
Harry just wants to take Cyriacus to a different club.�

�Actually
I wish we could take him to Black Death but they don�t allow anyone under
seventeen inside.� Harry commented absently as he scribbled something down on
the scroll.

Terry
Boot, one of the six Ravenclaws present, stared at
him. �I thought you said that Snape was going into our Year.�

Harry
sighed, looking aggrieved at having to explain again. �Cyriacus is in our Year but
he�s only turning sixteen, he started school a year early because he was very
powerful.�

�Is
that why he was accepted to Arcanum?� A fourth year Hufflepuff
asked.

Harry
shrugged. �Possibly but he�s very smart as well, second in my Year after me.�

�Is
he likely to get Sorted into Ravenclaw?�
Mandy Brocklehurst asked cheeks pink.

�He�ll
probably be in Slytherin like his dear ol� dad.� Ron
said rudely.

Harry
raised an eyebrow at Ron�s outburst. �That�s true I suppose but then again, I
think the majority of students at Arcanum would get Sorted
into Slytherin, myself included.�

Ron�s
face turned red. �Maybe you should ask to get a Re-Sorting too then you can be
in the same House as your boyfriend Snape!�

�Ronald
Bilius Weasley!� Molly Weasley screeched.

Harry�s
chair went flying backwards and he leaned forward, only a few inches away from
Ron�s face. �Don�t you dare speak
about Cyriacus like that! I grew up and we drifted
apart, deal with it! You have no right to take out your frustration about our
non-existent friendship on my Blood Brother, you brat! If you insult Cy in my presence again, I�ll be happy to show you just what
I learned at Arcanum and it won�t be pretty, Weasley!�

The
students gasped when Harry announced that Cyriacus was his blood brother. Harry
ignored everyone as he collected his scroll and quill, quickly leaving the
room.

�Ron how are we ever going to get close to Harry if
you keep alienating him like that?�
Hermione said shrilly.

Ginny
shook her head. �I keep telling you that you�re both trying too hard! All
you�re doing is making Harry less likely to want to talk with any of us.�

Ron
was still gaping, face pale. �Blood brothers, they�re really blood brothers?�

�He
has the mark, Remus and I both recognized it immediately.� Sirius said tiredly,
thinking of the meeting Tuesday night.

* * * * * * * * * * * *

FLASHBACK

* * * * * * * * * * * *

The Kitchen

Number 12 Grimmauld Place, London UK

Tuesday the 19^th of August
1997

9:55 PM

Everyone
had been assembled and talking for fifteen minutes as they waited for
Dumbledore to arrive back from his emergency meeting with Minister Fudge. Those
who worked for the Ministry looked exhausted, especially the Aurors and even
the others looked tired as the Order had been helping cover up any magical
evidence at the scenes of the Death Eater attacks. Harry looked rather
irritated and he ignored everyone in favor of scowling at his tea cup. Every so
often he noticed Sirius and Remus throwing concerned looks at the jagged scar
just a few inches below his left wrist. Dumbledore arrived and the next hour
was spent talking about the recent attacks, what the Ministry was planning on
doing and so forth. Harry listened with one ear; mind focused on the fact that
Cyriacus was missing no doubt abducted by that damned Demon Prince! Sirius
jabbed him in the ribs motioning to Dumbledore who was speaking to him.

�Harry,
I must ask you where you have been and what you have been doing. Your safety is
very important to the Order and in fact the Ministry.� Dumbledore said slowly.

Harry
idly stirred his tea with a spoon. �I had business to take care of plain and
simple. Despite what you may have been thinking, I have had nothing to do with
the attacks. In fact, I wasn�t even in
the country when they occurred. My business is my own but I can tell you that I
was staying at former American Head of Security Isaac Jamison�s summer home
which is outside of Savannah.
Should you wish to double check and see if I�m telling the truth, I also had
lunch with Headmaster Patrick O�Donnell of the Rocky Mountain Academy, Ms.
Helene Hanyesworth the premier owner of Flora Botanicals, Mr. Edward Chalmers owner
of the St. Louis Oracle and Mr. and
Mrs. Lawrence K. Madison, owners of the International
Zephyr.�

Arthur
Weasley gaped at him. �You had dinner with some of
the most powerful wizards and witches of North America?�

�I�m
well acquainted with them as I went to school with their children or their
nieces or nephews. It was hardly anything of merit really, just an informal
meal with some friends.� Harry said dismissively.

�Be
that as it may, I think it�s time you told us a little more about what you
learned at Arcanum.� Dumbledore said in a tone that brooked no argument.

Harry
silently observed them debating what was worth revealing. �Arcanum is Latin for
secret and many of the things it teaches have long been forgotten. Some might
say that some things would be better forgotten and I, unsurprisingly, was adept
at some of the more�questionable subjects.�

�Such
as�?� Remus asked leadingly.

Emerald
eyes met amber and Remus shivered at the gleam in Harry�s eyes. �I�m a Blood
Mage among other things.�

Gasps
and hisses of surprise erupted from the Order, who were all staring at him as
if he had suddenly grown two heads.

�Blood Magic? They taught you Blood Magic?!� Sirius choked out horrified.

�To
leave a Gift untrained is to let that Gift control you. I admit I was�squeamish
at first but I learned it nonetheless.�

Moody
was shaking his head. �That�s dark Magic if I ever heard it!�

�Any
kind of magic can be used for good or evil and often times great sacrifice is
needed to accomplish a goal.�

Remus
stared at him. �What are you saying?�

�Is
it worth it?� Harry asked softly. �How does one weigh worth? Is my life worth
more than a potential thousand or more? Dare I sacrifice everything for one
shot to destroy Voldemort? Do the ends justify the means?�

Sirius
grabbed him. �Don�t speak like that! It hasn�t gone so far yet where you need
to think like that.�

�How
do you know? Better yet, why do you care? A few of you might care whether I
walk away from this War but the vast majority is already expecting me to die. I
don�t doubt that Fudge has some grand eulogy written in anticipation of my
�glorious� demise. Who will save the Hero when he has fallen? No one, the Hero
dies and the people he saved remember his name and remember his deed but all
else is ash, dust and bone. You may pretend to know me, you may pretend that
you will stand at my side but in the end, the Hero dies alone after he vanquishes his enemy.� Harry
said bitterly.

They
stared at him speechless, struck with a mixture of shock and pity.

Harry
glared at them. �What I was doing yesterday, though it�s none of your business,
I was putting my affairs into order. Before I left Arcanum one of the students
gave me a reading.�

�And?�, Professor McGonagall asked stomach clenching in dread.

�I
won�t live out the year, in fact she distinctly said I was going to die �as the
leaves turn� so it�s likely I won�t make it to see October. Had it been anyone
else I might have brushed it off but she�s never been wrong.� Harry said softly
with a grim smile, right hand fingers absently rubbing along that scar on his
left forearm.

�Merlin��
Molly Weasley breathed, horrified.

�And
now you know why I have been studying constantly and pushing all of you away,
I�m a dead man walking.�

Sirius
and Remus looked crushed, the Weasleys looked pained
or horrified, the others looked severely ill and Dumbledore looked ancient.

Snape
was the first to recover but even when he spoke his voice lacked that oh-so
familiar derision. �You seem amazingly composed.�

�My
fate is sealed, I can either accept it and be at peace
or I can deny it and be bitter to the end of my days. I don�t think anyone
knows just how difficult and frustrating it is to have to fight for every
moment of life, to fight for the right to simply�exist. I�m exhausted and it
will be good to rest, I deserve it.� Said Harry in a strange
tone as he stared at Snape, eyes old and tired. �You hate me and I
loathe you, why this happened I don�t know and it�s too late to change things.
As strong as I am, as many friends in high and low places I know and have, I
need to ask you to do something for me, something I entrust no one else with.�

Snape
looked surprised by the request but apparently even he felt the �dead man
walking� deserved a last request. �What is it Potter?�

�I
don�t know how you feel about being a father and I don�t know how well you and
Cyriacus get along but for his sake, keep an eye on him. There are times I wish
I had acted differently after Celeste passed away but I let Cyriacus cling to
me in his grief and now�there�s no way to change that either. I fear how he
will react to my death, it will hit him hard no doubt and I have been his rock
through all the recent troubles, who is to say what he will turn to without me?
If you aren�t there for him, I�m not sure what he will do but he has power
equal to mine and thus is an equal match for Voldemort as well. I don�t claim
to know you but whatever you do don�t ignore him. Cyriacus has an aptitude for
Dark Arts and other lesser known Arts that would no doubt impress even
Voldemort. Be cautious how you tread.� Harry said rising to his feet and
wandering out of the room.

* * * * * * * * * * * *

END OF FLASHBACK

* * * * * * * * * * * *

Remus
set a hand on Sirius�s shoulder, bringing the dark haired man out of his
reverie. The two Mauraders exchanged a look before
turning their attention back to lunch. Mrs. Weasley
looked at the door with longing but resigned herself to verbally chastising Ron
about his behavior. It had long become apparent that Harry was happier by
himself and as he had so little time left�they would let things lie for awhile
longer.

Hermione and Ron were still
in a state of shock and the other students were busy chattering away at each
other so only Ginny saw the subtle looks of sadness the adults exchanged.

* * * * * * * * * * * *

Arcanum Institute of Magic, Unplottable Location Unknown

Thursday the 21^st of August
1997

6:17 PM

�So
things have finally come to an end of sorts, all these years of guiding and
training the generations and it has all come down to this. Did I not tell you
that things would fall out this way?� Morgan asked standing in the middle of
the circle of crystals that allowed her to communicate with those who had
passed through the shadowy veil of Death.

Merlin
shook his head. �So you did and I never claimed to be omniscient, things have
changed dramatically from what I first Saw. This was
not the path that I would have wanted for my Heir but nothing can change his
path at this point. Some things must come to an end if there is to be a new
beginning, blood will be spilt and lives broken but all things that come are
meant to be.�

�Black
spires will climb spearing the heavens/darkness shall pass into darkness and
blood will pave the streets/long may he reign, the Prince of Dragons.� Blaze
stated quoting one of Merlin�s prophecies. �In averting our destruction we have
created a path paved in blood. We cannot turn away from the path we created and
now, no regrets can be tendered.�

�They
would have destroyed us so it is fitting that we destroy them.� Salazar stated
firmly.

�Some
will die and some will live, that is the way of things. He has the Demons under
his control and the others will be soon in joining him. It is not our
destruction that beckons my friend but our survival that rides on this war.�
Rowena said simply.

Godric
shrugged. �It will be a war the likes of which none of us have seen but we will
win, it is only to be expected, he is�was
a Gryffindor.�

�Then
we are in agreement?� Morgan asked gazing at everyone, including those that did
not speak. Heads nodded around the room. �I will pass the word then to the Alumni,
Arcanum will stand with the Prince of Dragons.�

* * * * * * * * * * * *

The Courtyard

Eagle�s Spire, Devon UK

Thursday the 21^st of August

4:25 PM

Cyriacus
slowly rose out of his mediation idly �feeling� the threads of his magic,
checking to make sure they were untangled. They were strung tightly but
something felt off, as if something were missing. Descending back into a
meditative state Cyriacus delved into his Core, wandered through his threads
checking each over. Necromancy, Blood Magicks, Dark
Arts, Defensive Magicks, Offensive Magicks, Lost Arts�they were all there and perfectly
strung, separate yet together. Delving lower Cyriacus sank into the level of
his Core that contained his power and instantly understood what had been
missing. Between a quarter and a third of his raw magic was gone! The discovery
shocked him so badly that he woke with a startle gaping.

�How
the hell did that happen? Chaos Magic and Order Magic can be drawn from outside
the body and I was Sealed off from my own power!
Unless�of course, this stupid Transformation!� Cyriacus was thinking aloud,
quickly putting the clues together. The constant trips to the Hospital Ward at
Arcanum, the dietician changing his diet three times in six months, his energy
levels increasing slowly with every Transformation�it seemed very possible
indeed. Could this explain why he had begun Transforming
years before the others? He had reached his full maturation of power earlier
than most witches and wizards and he had always had an abnormally large
reservoir of power to draw upon.

As
he pondered that his mind raced with possibilities, the Potion what was it
supposed to do? It seemed likely that it was timed so they would all mature
together but how on Earth was it possible? The older Elites should have been
Transforming years ago after they reached their maturation yet they hadn�t only
he had. What was going on? Then again, he�d never heard of any kind of Magical
Transformation that increased the amount of raw power only to be absorbed into
the Transformation itself. How? Cyriacus closed his eyes at the sudden vicious
stabbing in his temple, too many questions and too few answers, tonight though,
he would learn more tonight. Staggering to his feet he rushed off to begin his
preparations.

* * * * * * * * * * * *

The Strategy Room

Riddle Mansion, Little Hangleton, Great
Britain

Thursday the 21^st of August
1997

8:00 PM

�Do
you think he�s finally woken?� Augustus asked Lucius after shooting the door a
quick glance.

Lucius
shrugged elegantly. �Who is to say? The Dark Lord has been just as moody today
as he has been of late.�

��so early this evening! Unless he�s planning another
attack?� Robert Carlisle was commenting to Matthew Higgs who was sitting
on his right.

The
Elite, who were sitting at the other end of the table were having their own
discussion which was much more hushed though far more vehement.

��driving me bloody mad!� Draco spat.

Blaise
snorted. �Driving us all mad, can�t have a moment�s privacy!�

Lucinda
Moon shot the door a brief glance. �Not that the Dark Lord doesn�t have a good
reason, mind you. If the Demons managed to abduct Cyriacus, what chance do the
rest of us have?�

�Are
we really going to look like that? Ugh.� Morag MacDougal said distastefully.

�Having
wings would be wicked though!� Ryan Summers said with a grin.

All
conversation halted when the doors at the far end of the room burst open,
Cyriacus striding through looking mildly irritated. The others however only
gaped at him in shock comparing his previous look with the one he now sported.
His raven wing hair was a few inches longer draped around his broad shoulders,
his arms were muscular and the clawed hands looked like sharp death. His whole
upper body was a scaled, dusky gold which steadily transitioned darker and
darker until it became black on his forearms and wings. Cyriacus�s tattoos
looked odd on his scaled body, appearing white on his black forearms and a dull
gray on the rest of his body. The huge fully grown wings with their sharp
talons drew a few awed stares, along with his very reptilian eyes.

Severus
sputtered at him. �Why aren�t you wearing a shirt?�

�And
just how do you propose I wear a shirt with these things sticking out of my
back?� Cyriacus asked spreading his wings open to their full span, standing
only in a pair of black dragonhide trousers and
boots.

Severus
blinked and then became silent as Cyriacus wrapped his wings neatly around his
body as he continued his walk into the room. They watched him make his way,
reptilian eyes scanning the room thoughtfully nose twitching ever so slightly.
Ignoring the number of eyes watching him, Cyriacus paused at the end of the
table and conjured a lounge before snapping his wings open and sprawling lazily
on the plush leather lounge. As he wiggled on the lounge trying to find a
comfortable position he glanced up at the eyes watching and shot them a look
that plainly told them to stop staring. Various people mumbled as they turned
to their neighbor and chattered meaninglessly. Cyriacus�s lips twitched but
other than that he remained motionless. Fifteen minutes later Voldemort arrived
looking slightly surprised to see Cyriacus present. Once everyone greeted each
other all eyes settled on Cyriacus.

�Well?�
Voldemort prompted, waiting.

Cyriacus
just smiled lazily, eyes shining with dark amusement. �Everything has a price
and the Demons are paying most certainly. If they so much as step out of line
they�ll find out just what I�m capable of and it won�t be pretty. In fact,
it�ll be a bloodbath like they�ve never seen the like of.�

�How
did you put them into line?� Caleb Gudgeon asked curiously.

�Let�s
just say that bastard of a Demon Prince was worth something after all. Normally
I�d have killed him and left it at that but he was more useful alive, had I
killed him the King and Queen would have had to wait six years before
attempting to sire another male Heir. This form has its uses I suppose.�
Cyriacus said thoughtfully as he idly flexed his fingers.

Bellatrix
looked at him impatiently. �Is there a point to this discussion?�

�No
really I just enjoy talking and wasting everyone�s time, of course there�s a
bloody point! I managed to buy freedom not only for myself but the rest of the
male Elite and I coerced them into giving me a copy of every book in their
library. The Demons will no longer interfere and if they do, they�ll pay the
price.� Cyriacus said looking at Bellatrix before
rising to his feet.

Voldemort
looked intrigued. �I don�t suppose you would mind sharing those books?�

�We�ll
see.� Cyriacus said, green meeting red. �We�ve other business to attend to
tonight. I�ve a source of information which may just reveal a little about what
is occurring with these Transformations. It�s best if we go now, the
preparations will take some time.�

�Where
are we going?� Severus asked as Voldemort rose.

�Eagle�s
Spire,� Cyriacus answered idly walking behind everyone and tapping them once
with a sharp claw, keying them into the wards. �Apparate directly to the Courtyard.�

Ten
minutes later, Cyriacus held open the door to the Summoning Chamber waiting as
everyone walked past him. The room was already lit and sized to fit the hundred
or so people. Five torches stood in the center of the room in a large circle,
inside of the ring of torches were four large crystals which glowed faintly
arranged in a square. Everyone kept to the sides of the room, staying away from
the Necromancer�s tools.

�What
are you planning on doing?� Voldemort asked observing the arrangement of items
on the shelf on the back wall. There was a huge hourglass with black sand, a
pail of blood, a bag of salt, several sticks of chalk and two of charcoal and a
bucket with several slabs of what looked like beef.

Cyriacus
shut the door behind him tossing a powerful Locking Spell on it before striding
into the center of the room. �Necromancy is a very old Art, one that is rarely
practiced because it rarely manifests. However, it has more a few uses. I
suppose I shall get the bloody one over and done with.�

Cyriacus
Accioed the bucket of meat setting it a few feet in
front of him, raising his left arm he pressed the third Pre-Summon Rune on his
arm. A large black mist began to swirl in front of him before four lion-like
animals appeared. They were about the size of a large dog with huge feline eyes
and soft gray fur. Cyriacus smiled at them as the four began to rub against his
legs like large domesticated cats.

�Hello
to you too my friends,� Cyriacus said petting them. �Have I got a delightful
little mission for you.�

The
four stopped winding around his legs as they all sat and watched him,
unblinking.

Draco
Malfoy snorted, �Is there a point to any of this?�

The
four furred heads turned in unison and hissed at Draco who paled.

�Now,
now Draco don�t insult my friends. They�re rather like
you, quite vain and arrogant though they are well deserved however.� Cyriacus
said when the four heads turned to glare at him. �Don�t pay him any mind
Nemesis, Lupa, Ate and Ania
he doesn�t know any better. In fact, why don�t you stop playing this game and
show them what you really look like?�

The
four exchanged looks before slowly morphing into four gold-skinned women with
sable hair.

�He�s
an impudent child, Master.� Ate said glaring at Draco who visibly recoiled.

Cyriacus
laughed. �So are most his age, now down to business I need you to kill a few
people for me.�

Lupa and
Nemesis grinned. �Who?�

�Alfred
De Leon and Dominic Kensington, make it painful and messy. If they ask why tell
them it�s best not to side with Demons.� Cyriacus said with a malicious smile.

Ania
purred, �As you will it, Master.�

Cyriacus
made shooing gestures. �Off you go then, while the night is young. I hope those
slabs of beef are enough?�

�Fresh
meat is fine Master.� The four replied before shifting back into large
predators. They each grabbed a slab of meat before vanishing into a black mist.

�What
were those?� Draco asked shakily.

Cyriacus
spared him a quick look. �Werecats, they�re vicious
little things. They used to exist in the Mortal Realm but they were hunted down
to extinction. They�re the most willing beings to be Summoned
for anything that requires blood spilling and if you earn their respect,
they�ll protect you as if you were their own cub. Those four are my keepers I
suppose, though most of the Werecats like me
passably.�

Voldemort
nodded thoughtfully. �And those men?�

�Aristides�s servants, they going to get what they deserve,
no one crosses me.� Cyriacus said dismissively.

Severus
changed the subject. �What are the rest of the preparations for?�

�You�ll
see in a moment.� Cyriacus commented as he snapped his fingers.

Tuli
appeared a few steps to his right. �Master?�

�Bring
me four gold chalices and some refreshments and snacks for my guests.�

Tuli
nodded before vanishing with a soft pop. Cyriacus conjured a stool and took a
seat and then conjured a small table to appear in front of him. Barely a minute
passed before a small horde of House Elves appeared with tea or liquor trolleys
while others carried large trays filled with pastries and small sandwiches.

Lucius
Malfoy hesitated as he reached for a sandwich. �Are you going to be doing
anything�messy?�

�Nothing
that would make anyone ill,� Cyriacus assured the older man while using Steel
to fill the chalices Tuli brought him.

Once
everyone was served, Tuli approached Cyriacus again.
�That is all Master?�

�Yes
thank you, you may go.� Cyriacus replied with a small nod of thanks.

Walden
Macnair barely waited for the House Elves to go
before demanding, �What are you doing?�

�Preparing
a Summoning of course, what else would I be doing?� Cyriacus said a bit sharply
as he pressed a green Blood Replenishing �gem� on his bracelet. �I�m finally
ready to begin so keep your mouths shut and don�t distract me.�

Rising
to his feet, Cyriacus levitated the chalices before banishing the conjured
stool and table. With a wave of his hand the four chalices moved to settle on
the ground a foot to the side of each of the standing crystals. Raising a hand
the bag of salt flew into his hand and Cyriacus began the tedious process of
making the salt circle. Once he finished with the salt circle he took up the
sticks of chalk and charcoal and began to laboriously draw various runes on the
ground and circles around the crystals and a circle in the middle where he
would later stand. Finished with that, he sent the sticks of chalk and charcoal
back to the shelf as he approached each crystal running his hands on the
surface as he Incanted, runes appearing all over the panes of the crystals.
When he finished with the crystals he summoned the pail of blood and dipped his
claws into it before tracing designs on his stomach. A quick Drying charm
sealed the blood to his skin and with another hand he levitated the pail
outside of the circle directly in front of Voldemort, who raised an eyebrow in
question.

Cyriacus
continued gesturing as several drops of blood flew out of the bucket and
affixed themselves into a rune on Voldemort�s
forehead, a Drying Charm sealing it to his skin. Continuing, Cyriacus charmed
the same blood rune on each person in the room before finishing now completely
ready to begin the Summoning.

�I
Summon Spirits of the Celestial Plain by the Offering of my Blood, I Summon the
Spirits by the crystal spire! By the Blood of the Illusionist, I Summon!�
Cyriacus said as he made all the appropriate runes to go with the Summoning.

Light
flared around the crystals before ghostly shapes stepped out of them, two were
familiar to most of those in the room. One was a woman with long auburn hair
and familiar emerald eyes and the other was a tall slim man with messy black
hair, round glasses and brown eyes. Some of the Elite stared at Harry�s parents
but the adults were staring at the other two, both were middle aged men, one
with straight gold blond hair and the other with a head of curly raven hair.

�M-m-merlin!� Charles Zabini choked out,
pointing to the blond man.

�Recognized
me have you? I always was surprised by how many people could never recognize my
younger self.� Merlin confided with an amused smile.

Lily
and James were both staring at their son in shock.

�What
on Earth happened to you?� Lily exclaimed shrilly.

Cyriacus
shrugged and pointed to Voldemort. �Blame him.�

The
unidentified black haired man standing next to Merlin gazed at Voldemort with
interest. �Hmm, so you�re the one continuing the legacy of Dark Wizardry?
Morgan would no doubt approve.�

�Morgan
approves of anyone practicing Dark Wizardry.� Merlin pointed out.

Voldemort
glanced at Cyriacus. �This was how you were going to get answers?�

�How
else do you propose we go about it? None of the other Elite have begun their
Transformation and I�m more than just the by product of the Anguis Potion, I�m the product of
the merging of two old Wizarding Families and the Magical Adoption of yet
another old Wizarding Family.� Cyriacus said in defense.

The
dark haired man nodded, �Exactly so my little Prince of Dragons.�

Merlin
elbowed the other man hissing, �He�s not supposed to know yet!�

�He�s
not an idiot and the Dementor Lord has been dropping all sorts of hints I�m
sure.� Blaze replied rubbing his sore ribs with one hand as he bent to grab the
chalice next to his crystal.

James
shook his head as Lily and Voldemort argued while Blaze and Merlin bickered
about what Cyriacus was allowed to know. �The look suits you, have you tried
flying yet?�

�Not
yet but soon,� Cyriacus answered as they both switched to speaking in the
Necromancer�s Cant. �I�ve been meaning to speak to you but��

�But
you�ve been worried; you�re still my son even if you weren�t born of my blood
and bone.� James said softly, reaching out to ruffle Cyriacus�s hair.

Cyriacus
moved away from the ghostly touch, �Dad, stop it!�

James
just smiled. �Pulled any good pranks lately?�

�I�m
pulling the biggest prank on the Light on Wednesday.� Cyriacus said with a
grin.

James
looked serious. �Speaking of that, I think you really should talk to Sirius and
Remus about the�situation.�

�Are
they trustworthy?�

�They
both have been just as used or abused by the Light as you Cyriacus. The only
reason why they have stayed with Albus is because of
you.�

Cyriacus
hesitated and then ploughed on. �My parentage won�t be an�issue?�

�You�re
still my son that hasn�t changed and even if it mattered, they�ve begun to know
you, not James Potter�s son. Trust me Cyriacus.� James said firmly.

�Alright,�
Cyriacus agreed.

James
grinned and spoke softly. �I love you, even if you aren�t blood of my blood but
you�re still my son Harry. Don�t doubt that.�

�I
love you too dad.� Cyriacus said with a quick grin, relaxing a little. �We�ll
talk again soon but I�d best get everyone back on track.�

At
this point, Voldemort was arguing with Lily and Merlin about the Anguis Potion
while Blaze and Severus were talking about Potions and other Blood Gifts of
their family. Rolling his eyes, Cyriacus gestured and created a loud thundering
noise, everyone falling silent.

�As
stress relieving at it is to point fingers and blame, I think it best if we get
down to business. We have no records of all the things the Anguis Potion was supposed to do
besides the wings, abnormally high power and physical adaptations. Shall we
start with my Gifts or the Family Blood Gifts?� Cyriacus asked as he conjured a
stool, desk, parchment and a recording quill.

The
four spirits exchanged looks. �Your Gifts.�

�Necromancy.� Cyriacus spoke as the quill began to scribble down the conversation.

�That�s
from me obviously.� Blaze answered.

�Shadow Stalking.�

Lily
and Merlin exchanged uncertain looks before Lily spoke. �That�s probably from
my father.�

�It
would have to be, I couldn�t Shadow Stalk.�

�Blood Magic?�

�Mine.�
James, Blaze and Merlin all said at once, the two others gazing at James in
surprise which was quickly replaced with thoughtfulness.

Blaze
frowned. �You trace your line to Godric Gryffindor?�

�My
family is a cousin branch.�

Merlin
shook his head. �My descendants were mostly squibs so you aren�t a child of my
line.�

�I
had two sons and a Magically Adopted daughter; it could be that you�re from my
line somehow.�

Cyriacus
groaned. �Have I mentioned how I hate that Purebloods are related to everyone?�

James
shrugged. �You can check the Tapestry at Eagle�s Spire,
it�s in the side room to the left of the Library.�

�Dark Arts?
Lost Arts?� Cyriacus asked reviewing the Gifts already
listed.

�That
could be from either of us,� Blaze said gesturing at Merlin and himself.

�Or
it could be from my father.� Lily added with a frown. �Dark Order magic is
somewhat similar in nature to pure Chaos Magic.�

Cyriacus
grumbled as he conjured another quill which began writing a rather lengthy
paragraph based on Cyriacus�s thoughts and a few odd things he�d learned from
Arcanum that may have a connection.

�Moving
onto personal adeptness and physical oddities, some form of immunity or
resistance to some poisons and Potions?�

James
spoke up. �That�s possibly from my family; Gryffindors and Potters have always
been ardent fighters.�

�Mastership in Occulmency
and Legilimency?�

�My family.�
Blaze and Merlin both said in unison.

Cyriacus
paused as the two quills scribbled furiously, �Wandless Magic? Wordless Magic?�

�Us
again,� Merlin added.

�My
family as well, and probably your grandfather too, Demons don�t use a focus.�
James pointed out.

Cyriacus
muttered darkly as the quill recording his thoughts filled up a huge portion of
the scroll. �Tracking? Tracing?�

�My
family,� Blaze answered.

Lily
sighed. �Your grandfather too, I�m sure.�

�Speaking
of which, have you run across him yet?� Merlin asked, interrupting.

Cyriacus
shook his head. �No but I always expect to. Forty years is nothing to a Demon,
even an old one.�

�Huh
well, I expect you will soon, what with the Demons having made such a fuss over
you, Grand Duke indeed. �

�Less need for sleep and rest?�

�Your Grandfather.�

�Me
as well,� Blaze commented.

Cyriacus
frowned thoughtfully. �Would you classify the Transformation as a form of Animagus Magic, Metamorphamagus
Magic or a form of Transfiguration?�

�I
would guess that it is more of the first two rather than the latter.� Merlin
answered, Blaze nodding in agreement.

�And?�
Cyriacus prompted.

�Neither
are a regular occurrence in my family or Merlin�s.�
Blaze answered.

James
shifted idly. �The Potters produce Animagi on a
fairly regular, every generation basis.�

�I�m
sure your Grandfather excelled in changing his features.� Lily pointed out.

�The
more we mention him, the more I wish he was here so I could throttle him.�
Cyriacus muttered irritably as he continued to ask questions and scribble down
answers.

* * * * * * * * * * * *

Bad
stopping place, I know but there really was no good place to stop this chapter.
As for the names for the Werecats, I got these from
Theoi.com: Lupa-
personification of Pain, Ate-
Personification of ruin, blind folly and error, Nemesis- Goddess of indignation/retribution and Ania- personification of
Trouble. Amusingly enough they�re all personified by women thus my four
lionesses.

Hopefully
the next chapter will be just as easy to write. Thank you for all the reviews!

COMING SOON: The secret of the Transformations begin
to unravel, Harry and Cyriacus talk to Sirius and Remus, another birthday party
and Alumni friends come to visit. A meeting with Ollivander, the Second
injection of Living Metal, Cyriacus and Voldemort talk, finalizing plans for
the Summit.

COUNTDOWN
TO THE SUMMIT:
6 in-story days and possibly two chapters away?

-SheWolfe7
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