The Black Heir | By : gpsassi Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Voldemort Views: 42492 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2 |
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AN: I understand that many of you wanted Sirius to live, but being
realistic it was impossible. The Dementors were ordered to Kiss him the first
chance they got (according to the original books as well) and there was no way
that Orion could have saved him in time. The break in couldn’t be done before
because Voldemort needed to conclude his negotiations with the Dementors. And
Orion is living in dark times, he’s living in war times. You can’t expect him
to have a rose-tinted life. He’ll suffer, just as people suffer in wars and
loved ones die. This fic is categorized as a drama. I will not change that, it
wouldn’t be realistic.
And thanks to all the reviewers that didn’t get mad and understood why
Sirius died.
Some of your questions will be answered in this chapter.
And it’s great to hear from you again Naomi (Branwen77), I missed your
reviews!
Chapter
18 – The aftermath
They appeared in the chamber where Death Eater gatherings were held and
Orion swiftly broke from Voldemort’s hold; his invisible scar had throbbed
painfully the whole time Voldemort had held him close. He looked around and saw
that the rest of the Death Eaters were there, attending to the ones they had
rescued and ordering house-elves to bring potions and prepare chambers for the
rescued and the wounded.
Voldemort indifferently dropped Sirius’ body to the floor and commanded
to the first Death Eater he saw, “Dispose of this body.”
Orion stepped angrily towards him and yelled, “NO ONE WILL TOUCH HIM!”
Voldemort turned fiercely towards him and said coldly, “He’s dead. I
won’t have bodies lingering around in my summoning chamber.”
Orion dropped by his father’s side to prevent anyone from taking him
away and shrieked, “HE’S NOT DEAD!”
Voldemort advanced towards him, clutched Orion firmly by his collar and
hissed, “Foolish boy, your father is dead. You might as well accept it.”
Orion pulled himself out of Voldemort’s grasp and looked up at him with
hatred. He angrily hissed, “He’s not dead! He’s been Kissed! His body is still
alive!”
Voldemort looked at him dispassionately and coldly replied, “Even worse.
His soul will never reach the spiritual plane. It’s stuck inside a Dementor, it
will never find peace. You’ll do best if you killed his body now.”
Orion rose in fury and lunged at Voldemort shrieking, “IT’S ALL YOUR
FAULT! I TOLD YOU WE HAD TO GO SOONER! WE COULD HAVE SAVED HIM!”
Voldemort stopped him by painfully pinning Orion’s arms to his back and
he snarled furiously, looking down at the boy, “It was your father’s stupidity’s
fault! It wasn’t me who took him to Azkaban!”
Orion struggled against the hold, shaking in rage and sorrow. His scar
was painfully throbbing again, intensified by Voldemort’s anger. A sob was
wrenched from his throat and he looked up into Voldemort’s scarlet eyes and
hissed, “No one is to touch him. He’ll remain with me. I’ll keep his body alive
until I find a way….They will pay, they will all pay…,” Then he yelled madly,
“DUMBLEDORE WILL PAY! HE’S MINE, DO YOU HEAR? HE’S MINE TO TAKE REVENGE UPON!”
Voldemort shook him roughly and sneered at him, “A pathetic little boy
like you couldn’t possibly defeat Dumbledore. He is my opponent. He is mine to
dispose of.”
Orion furiously shook his head, swallowing the pain thumping through his
forehead, and said, “No! I will-“ But he suddenly felt very dazed and drowsy.
He stumbled and felt his mind slipping away….
Orion suddenly fell limp in Voldemort’s hold and Voldemort frowned
looking down at the boy in his grasp. The boy had lost consciousness. Then he
saw blood dripping to the floor. He quickly held the boy with one arm and tore
open his robes. There was a deep angry slash in the middle of the boy’s chest
and his shirt was drenched in blood. Voldemort silently cursed and quickly cast
a healing spell and intently watched how Orion’s wound started mending.
Orion groggily woke up. He looked around and saw several empty potion
vials on the nightstand besides his bed. He was in a bedroom decorated in dark
hues of green with some silver touches here and there. He frowned when he
didn’t recognize where he was. He stood up, but sat down immediately when he
felt a sharp pain in his chest. He looked down and saw that he was shirtless.
There was a bandage wrapped around his chest. Ah, he remembered now the slicing
curse he had received. He stood up again slowly, went to the closet and put on
a large dark green shirt. He looked around in indecision. Was he still in
Voldemort’s manor or some place else? And what had happened to his father’s
body? He had to find it before they did something to it!
He crept silently out of the room with his wand aimed in front of him.
There wasn’t anyone around. He had started walking through the hallway when he
heard some voices coming from a room at his right. He cautiously opened the door
and took a step inside, wand aimed forwards.
He stopped in his tracks and lowered his wand when he saw Lucius and
Narcissa Malfoy seated besides a large bed occupied by two people. They had
turned around to look at him and Narcissa quickly rose from her seat and
advanced towards him.
“My poor child,” she said gently when she embraced him, “I’m very sorry
for what happened to your father.”
Orion broke the embrace, looked up at her pleadingly and asked, “Where
is he? Do you know what they have done with him?”
Narcissa looked at him sadly and replied, “He’s in another room. The
Dark Lord ordered that he was to remain there and be given sustaining potions
for his body to remain alive.”
Orion sighed in relief. He looked around and saw Lucius standing besides
the bed, regarding him in silence. Orion turned to Narcissa again and asked,
“Where are we?”
Narcissa gave him a small smile and replied, “At the Dark Lord’s Manor.
The Death Eaters that were rescued have been given rooms here and are being
healed.” She then took Orion’s hand and led him towards the bed, “I’ll be
staying here to take care of my sister until she is well enough to leave.”
Orion looked down at the bed and saw Bellatrix and Rodolphus Lestrange
deep asleep. Their hair had been cut and brushed and they had been cleaned and
given fresh clothes but they looked very ill. Rodolphus had scars marring his
face and naked torso, and they were covered by some type of ointment. Bellatrix
was completely dressed but Orion could see the same ointment applied to parts
of her face. They were both very pale and extremely thin, but he could tell
that Bellatrix had been beautiful once and Rodolphus still had dark handsome
features.
Orion looked at Narcissa and asked, “Will they get well?”
Narcissa gave a small sigh and replied sadly, “Physically, yes, in time.
But mentally we cannot tell yet. I fear they have been far too long in Azkaban
as to remain completely sane.”
Orion looked at her sadly, “I’m sorry.”
Narcissa gave him a small smile and cupped his face, “Don’t feel sorry.
We couldn’t do much to help them before but I have learned that you were the
one to insist on breaking into Azkaban sooner, so I thank you for it.”
Orion nodded his head and was about to reply when Lucius sternly said,
“We have much to discuss, Orion.”
Orion looked up at him questioningly. Lucius was piercing him with his
gaze. Lucius moved forwards, besides his wife and said stately, “You have been
asleep for two days and much has happened.”
Orion frowned and asked, “Did everything go well? What was printed in
the newspapers about the breakout?”
Lucius waved his hand dismissively, “It was covered just like we wanted
it to be. They believe they broke out on their own and that the Dementors are
still under the Ministry’s control. They don’t suspect anything about the Dark
Lord’s return.”
“Good,” replied Orion sincerely.
“Yes, but that’s not everything,” said Lucius looking at him seriously,
“The news of your father’s Kiss was greatly publicized” Orion tensed in anger
but Lucius continued, “You’re now the Head of the Black House but you’re still
underage. Under the law you need to live with your guardians.”
Orion frowned, “But I don’t have any guardians.”
Lucius nodded curtly, “As your remaining relative, Narcissa could file
for your custody.”
Orion turned to look at Narcissa in surprise and asked, “You would do
that?”
Narcissa smiled at him softly, “Of course, Orion. I would like it very
much if you came to live with us.”
Orion smiled back at her warmly, “Thank you.” Then he frowned, “But I
would still want to return to Black Manor. I want to take my father there and
hire some mediwitches to take care of him.”
Narcissa gently grabbed his arm, “He can stay with us as well. When my
sister is better she and her husband will be staying at our Manor too. The
Aurors are desperately trying to find them and they can best hide inside the
Manor’s wards. Your father’s body will be better protected there. ”
Lucius interrupted, “But there’s still a problem, Orion. I have already
filed for your custody but I have learnt that Andromeda Tonks has done so as
well.”
Orion frowned at him, “Andromeda Tonks?” He turned to Narcissa and
asked, “Your other sister?”
Narcissa made a disgusted noise but nodded. Then a thought flashed in
Orion’s mind and he growled, “Dumbledore! This has to be Dumbledore’s doing!
Why else would she bother when she doesn’t even know me?”
Lucius calmly replied, “Yes, we believe she has done it under
Dumbledore’s orders. We don’t know yet why he’s interested in you-“
Orion interrupted him with a harsh short laugh, “Oh, I know why he’s
interested. The manipulative old coot surely thinks he can influence me and
bring me to his side!”
Lucius arched an eyebrow, “Why would he want you on his side?”
“Why, indeed?” said a cold drawling voice from behind.
Orion spun around and was faced with Voldemort. His scarlet eyes pierced
into his and Orion shifted uncomfortably. He didn’t know if he had to feel
angry at Voldemort or grateful at him for having obeyed his request and kept
Sirius’ body in safety and alive.
Orion ignored Voldemort’s stare and replied angrily, “He saw me casting
very advanced magic. I think I might have picked his curiosity. And he even
tried to justify his actions to me, as if he thought I might be persuaded to
look at things from his side! And just imagine what a great victory it would be
for him to have a Black on the Light’s side!”
Voldemort narrowed his eyes and asked coldly, “How much does he know
about you?”
Orion frowned. Voldemort could only be referring to his powers, to what
he had seen at Azkaban. He was perhaps worried that Dumbledore had seen
something similar. But why did Voldemort even care? It was his own problem if
Dumbledore wanted him.
Orion replied, “He knows that I’m Sirius’ son and he knows that Sirius
was a Death Eater. He saw me casting dark spells and non-verbal spells and-” he
faltered. Should he say something about his wandless abilities? Dumbledore had
seen it so perhaps he gained nothing if he lied to Voldemort about that.
Voldemort moved forwards until he was in front of Orion and looked down
at him and hissed, “And?”
Orion looked up and said softly, “And he saw me casting wandless magic.”
Voldemort lifted an eyebrow and asked, “Wandless magic?”
Orion smirked at him, “Yes.”
Voldemort regarded him coldly and said, “You’re full of surprises.” Then
he narrowed his eyes and asked, “Did he see something else?”
Orion understood what he was referring to and shook his head and
answered, “No.”
Voldemort turned to Lucius, who had been attentively observing their
interaction, and said to him, “You will gain custody of Orion. Don’t disappoint
me.”
Lucius gave a small bow and replied, “I won’t, My Lord.”
Voldemort seemed satisfied and swiftly turned around to Orion. He
forcefully grabbed Orion’s left arm and lifted his sleeve, while whipping out
his wand.
Orion’s eyes widened and he pulled back, yelling, “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?”
Voldemort’s scarlet eyes pierced into his and he clutched Orion’s arm
tighter to prevent his escape. He hissed, “Are you on the Dark’s side?”
Orion frowned, ignoring the starting throb on his forehead, and replied,
“Yes, of course.”
Voldermort smirked viciously and said, “Then I’m marking you. I want to
be able to summon you to me when I require it.”
Orion jerked his arm away from Voldemort’s grip and whipped out his wand
snarling, “I won’t be marked!”
Voldemort’s eyes turned murderous and he hissed, “If you’re on our side
you’ll take the Dark Mark! You will become my follower!”
Orion saw from the corner of his eye how Narcissa was looking at him in
apprehension while Lucius simply stood there stoically. Neither made a move to
help him. Orion looked into Voldemort’s scarlet eyes and replied in a low angry
whisper, “I am on your side. I want to become involved in your plans,” then he
raised his voice slightly and said, “But I won’t be marked like cattle! I won’t
be your servant! Nor will I allow anyone to treat me that way! I can help our
side more by allying myself with you, but not as a mere follower. I’ll be
nothing less than your equal!”
Orion heard Narcissa gasping and Lucius sneering at him.
Voldemort viciously laughed in amusement and then violently pulled Orion
against his chest and roughly held up his chin to look at him. He hissed,
“Nobody is my equal. Least of all a pathetic little boy like you.”
Orion briefly closed his eyes in pain and focused until he managed to
block the pain to a corner of his mind with his Occlumency skills. It took him
a few seconds and he opened his eyes again and growled, “If I’m so pathetic I
wonder that you want me as a follower.” Then he locked his eyes to Voldemorts’s
and said in a low smug whisper, “You obviously think I’m pretty powerful if you
want to mark me being so young. I will be your follower but I won’t be treated
like the rest and I won’t be marked. I will give you my loyalty under those
conditions.”
Voldemort roughly pulled him away while quickly grabbing Orion’s hand.
He pointed his wand at it and said in a barely audible hiss, “…… Morsmordre!”
Orion widened his eyes and frantically looked at his hand. He saw the
Black heirloom ring that his father had given him glowing in a black mist. He
could see the Dark Mark etched in the stone before it disappeared and the stone
returned to its normal state.
Voldemort roughly lifted Orion’s chin up again and said snappishly, “The
ring will burn when I summon you. You will tap your wand to it and it will
portkey you to me. Maybe it’s too risky for you now, but you WILL be marked
later on.”
With one last scrutinizing glance at Orion, he swept from the room.
Orion was kneeling besides the bed where his father was lying. He had
cried by his father’s side until he felt he had no more tears to shed, until he
felt that he had exhausted all his emotions. Now he silently regarded his
father’s countenance. So much had happened in so little time. He hadn’t had the
time to think about all the changes in his life and what his future actions
should be. He was fairly certain that Malfoy would win his custody. Lucius was
a very sly politician and had high contacts in the Ministry, not even Dumbledore
could hold a candle to him in the political arena.
Dumbledore… Orion felt an intense murderous rage when he thought about
the old wizard. He had already pledged to himself to be the one to bring down
the old man, no matter what Voldemort said about it. But he had to be smart
about it. He couldn’t openly oppose Dumbledore yet. He should first learn more
about the old coot. Perhaps even get in his good graces…He wondered how he
could do that. There were several ways but all of them risky. The most efficient
one would be to let the old wizard discover he was the Boy Who Lived. He was
certain that the old man would be so ecstatic about it that he would carelessly
reveal useful information in order to persuade him to the Light side. But it
was also very risky and he would have to play his part very cunningly and
cautiously. He had to plan it better if he went along with that plan. But
whatever happened, Dumbledore would suffer in the end.
Another thing on his mind was what to do about Sirius. He hadn’t told anyone
why he insisted on keeping his father’s body alive. He wasn’t sure himself,
only that he still held the hope that one day he could perhaps do something to
reverse the Kiss. He had no clue about how it could be done. The Dementor’s
Kiss was considered to be something irreversible, but he would look for
answers, he would look for options. There simply had to be a way. He wouldn’t
give up.
And then there was Voldemort. The wizard hadn’t agreed to his conditions
but at least he hadn’t marked him, though he obviously planned on doing so in
the future. Orion was just relieved that Voldemort had realized that he was too
young to bear the Dark Mark, for it was indeed risky for him since there were
many circumstances in which people could see it. He wondered what Voldemort’s
plans were for him. Why did Voldemort want to have a way to summon him to his
side? He was partly glad because it meant he would be participating in some of
the gatherings but it also made him uneasy. Voldemort had seen his powers, he
knew more about his powers than anyone else and Orion had seen Voldemort
calculatingly scrutinizing him. Voldemort obviously had some plan in mind.
Orion sighed. Well, there wasn’t much he could do about it now. He would have
to wait and see what happened.
Then he remembered something. He remembered Voldemort’s voice. He
remembered the screams from a memory that he had no recollection of. The memory
that had been brought up by the Dementors. It had been Voldemort’s voice! And
his mother screaming at him to spare her baby. To take her life instead. But
Voldemort had given her a chance to stand aside. But why? Why would Voldemort
give a member of the Order of the Phoenix a chance to save herself? It didn’t
make any sense. He would have never expected that from Voldemort. Unless…unless
he gained something from it. Unless someone had urged him not to kill Lily in
exchange for something….Snape! Snape had to be the one to ask Voldemort for
such a favor! But why would Voldemort agree?...The information! It had to be
because of the information that Snape had given him. So Voldemort had agreed to
spare Lily to reward Snape. Well, Voldemort had tried to keep his end of the
bargain. And that was surprising. Orion wouldn’t have thought that the wizard
had it in him to be fair. But apart from his cruelty and viciousness, Voldemort
did seem to try to be fair with his loyal Death Eaters, when they pleased him.
Tom had been right. All in all, Voldemort wasn’t a bad leader. He was just,
well, extremely aggressive and perhaps slightly mad. But after everything
Voldemort had gone through, that wasn’t surprising at all. And maybe the
splitting of his soul into two could have something to do with it as well.
Orion sighed and turned his mind to his last concern: Remus. What had
happened to Remus? Did he know of Sirius’ fate? He must have read it in the
papers. Orion needed to contact him as soon as possible. He needed to speak to
Remus. He had to find an opportunity to do so soon.
He was interrupted out of his musings when he heard the door opening and
saw Lucius entering the room. He halted and remained by the threshold. He
looked at Orion and then at Sirius' body. His gaze turned back to Orion and he
said coldly, "You should wear the Black Head ring. It's yours now."
He spun around and closed the door behind him.
Orion frowned and looked at Sirius. He touched his father's cold hand
and caressed the finger with the ring. Lucius was right but he didn't feel like
the Head of the Black House, not yet. He couldn't take it from his father. He
left the ring in what was in his opinion its rightful place and sighed.
The next day Rosier took Orion back to Durmstrang. There was only one
school week left and Orion had decided that he wasn’t going to stay. He just
needed to return to Durmstrang to collect his things and talk to his friends.
As soon as Orion entered the common room he saw Lezander and Calypso
seated on a couch obviously waiting for his arrival. Lezander immediately stood
up and advanced forwards until he was in front of Orion.
Lezander looked at Orion uncertainly and said softly, “Forgive me. I was
wrong in asking you not to go to Azkaban.” He grabbed Orion’s hand gently and
whispered, “I’m very sorry for your father. I didn’t think-“
He was interrupted when Orion embraced him tightly and whispered in his
ear, “Oh, Lez. I didn’t want to fight with you. But I understand that you were
worried about me, there’s nothing to forgive.” He choked a sob and continued,
“But I was too late anyways. Everything I did was for nothing. I couldn’t save him…”
Lezander stroke Orion’s back gently and broke the embrace to look into
Orion’s eyes. They were brimming with tears and Lezander’s heart clenched when
he saw the sorrow and despair in Orion’s beautiful emerald eyes. He gently
caressed Orion’s cheek and said softly, “You did everything you could. It
wasn’t your fault. The Dementors must have Kissed him as soon as the Aurors
took him to Azkaban.”
Orion nodded and leaned into Lezander’s touch. Lezander smiled at
Orion’s reaction and pressed a soft kiss to Orion’s lips. Orion took comfort in
the soft warm lips moving against his own and closed his eyes as Lezander
surrounded his body with his arms, pulling them together. He heard a small
discrete cough and opened his eyes to see Calypso looking at them with a cocked
eyebrow. Orion parted from Lezander’s embrace and turned towards her.
“Glad to see I’m not so easily ignored,” Calypso said with a grin before
hugging him tightly. Then she said sadly in his ear, “I’m sorry too. I wished I
could have helped you more. I could have gone with you-“
Orion sighed against her silky black hair and replied, “There’s nothing
you could have done. I was too late. There’s nothing anyone could have done. I
realize this now.” He broke from the hug, looked down into her large black eyes
and said resolutely, “The only culpable ones are the Aurors and Dumbledore. And
I will make them pay for what they have done.”
Calypso nodded and took Orion’s hand to bring him to a couch where they
all sat together. She turned to look at him and asked, “What will you do?”
Orion sighed and looked into space, “I don’t know. I want to take
revenge but I have to do it smartly. I have to be patient and plan carefully.”
Calypso took his hand and said, “I will help you. The Dark Lord will at
some point reveal his return and then we can join him and fight the Aurors and
Dumbledore.”
Orion turned to look at her and replied, “Yes, but we’ll still be
greatly outnumbered. Even with all the Death Eaters that were rescued from
Azkaban, we aren’t enough to stand against the Light. We need more allies. The
Dark Lord already has the werewolf pack led by Greyback but we need more.”
Calypso frowned in thought and said, “But the Dark Lord already has the
Dementors’ support and he’s negotiating with the Giants again.”
“Yes, that’s true but we need the support of more dark creatures. We
need the loyalty of more werewolf packs and perhaps the centaurs and goblins
and-“ Orion faltered and looked at Lezander. Then he said with determination,
“And the vampires. We need you as well.”
Lezander sighed warily and replied, “I have already told you that we
will most certainly remain neutral, Orion.”
Orion scowled and said angrily, “And while the rest of the dark
wizarding kind is fighting for their freedom you’ll just stand aside and do
nothing? Even when other dark creatures are fighting as well? We need you!
Don’t you see that if your kind doesn’t help us you’ll have less chances of
gaining equal rights with the wizards? You’ll be forever shunned if the Dark
losses against the Light!”
Lezander looked at him sadly and replied, “I understand. But until the
Dark doesn’t propose a good deal for us, we won’t take sides. We won’t be used
without receiving anything in return, and without the certainty that we won’t
be betrayed afterwards. The Dark Lord might promise many things but after he
wins he might not fulfill his promises to us. We will never fully trust him and
therefore we will not take his side.”
Orion frowned in thought and then asked, “Who would you trust to give
you a fair deal and not go back on it afterwards?”
Lezander pierced Orion with his pale blue eyes and said quietly,
“Someone who is powerful enough to control the dark wizards and who we know has
our best interests at heart. Someone that has to be one of us as well.”
Orion nodded in understanding and Calypso looked at them with a frown,
“Who are you talking about-“
Lezander interrupted her and asked, “What will happen to you now, Orion?
With whom will you live?”
Orion looked at him and replied, “The Malfoys are requesting my custody
but Andromeda Tonks is fighting for it as well under Dumbledore’s orders. For
now I’ll remain at the Dark Lord’s Manor. When the custody is granted to the
Malfoys, I’ll be living with them.”
Calypso gasped and said with wide eyes, “You’re staying at the Dark
Lord’s Manor?”
Orion smiled at her and replied, “Yes. The Death Eaters we rescued are
also there, as well as some of their relatives. Narcissa is staying for a while
and I’ll be there with her, helping her out.”
Lezander grabbed Orion’s hand tightly and growled, “I don’t like it.
It’s dangerous for you there with the Dark Lord around. You could stay with me
in the meantime.”
Calypso frowned, “Why would it be dangerous for Orion?”
Orion understood that Lezander was thinking about him being the Boy Who
Lived. But nothing had happened so far except his scar throbbing painfully and
he could manage that. Besides if Voldemort decided to use Legilimency on him he
was fairly sure that he could protect his most important memories. Selvans had
told him he had almost mastered the Occlumency arts during the year and that he
only needed more practice.
Orion smiled reassuringly at Lezander and said, “Don’t worry. I’ll be
fine. Besides it gives me an excellent opportunity to get to know him better
and perhaps participate in his gatherings.”
“Participate in the gatherings?” asked Calypso with a raised eyebrow.
Orion turned his ring around his finger and said, “Yes. I think he means
for me to be at some of his gatherings. He transformed this ring into a portkey
for when he wants to summon me.”
Lezander narrowed his eyes and said angrily, “And you allowed him to do
such a thing? To have such control over you?”
Orion turned to look at him and replied calmly, “It was either that or
the Dark Mark. I believe I got the better deal.”
Lezander’s face darkened and he growled baring his fangs, “He wanted to
mark you?”
Orion nodded and then waved his hand dismissively, “It doesn’t matter
now. I’m glad that he’ll be summoning me. I want to participate in the
meetings.”
Calypso said excited, “That’s great! I wish I could participate as well!
I’ll have to speak to my father. I want to see when he will be presenting me to
the Dark Lord.”
Orion smiled at her but then Lezander grabbed his arm and asked him,
“Will you be coming with me to meet my parents?”
Orion sighed, “I don’t know. I haven’t told the Malfoys about it yet. I
am the Head of the Black House now and I think I’ll spend a lot of time during
the summer learning how to manage the family’s vaults and everything. I think
I’ll give control over to the goblins for the business deals and investments I
already have until I learn about it myself. But besides that, even though I am
the Head of the Black House and have financial independence, I still have to
obey my guardians because I’m underage. I’m fairly certain that the Malfoys
will gain my custody and I’ll have to ask them for permission to go with you.
Lucius already told me that I’ll still go to Durmstrang and that I’ll be able
to go to Black Manor when I want to but I have to ask for permission for
anything else.”
Lezander scowled and then said, “If they don’t let you come with me
could I at least visit you for some weeks?”
Orion smiled at him, “I’m sure that won’t be a problem. I’ll ask them
and I’ll write to you to let you know.”
Calypso said excitedly, “Oh, Orion! We forgot to tell you something
wonderful!” Orion turned to look at her with a raised eyebrow and she
continued, “We have been selected to go to Hogwarts in October!”
Orion smiled broadly and said, “We have? Who is going?”
“Well, us three, of course,” she said arrogantly, “But Viktor didn’t
make it. The rest are older years. Viktor Krum is going as well. He was quite
mad at you,” she ended with a chuckle.
Orion rolled his eyes and replied, “Well, I beat him fair and square. It
isn’t my fault if he’s too slow.”
Calypso sniggered and said, “He was going around saying that it wasn’t
fair that you were allowed to use parseltongue spells. I still remember his
horrified face when your snake bit him. It was fantastic!”
Orion chuckled and said fondly, “Yes it was.”
After parting from his friends, sharing a passionate kiss with Lezander
while Calypso rolled her eyes and murmured to herself, Orion left with his
trunk and flooed to Black Manor. He needed to collect some of his things from
the Manor and had also written to Remus to meet him there.
With the help of Arcturus’ portrait, Orion had been able to adjust the
Manor’s blood wards to himself and now he could feel them in his mind and
control them. He had already adjusted them to allow Remus’ entrance when he
arrived. Both Arcturus and Phineas had been devastated when Orion had told them
about what had happened to Sirius. Orion had decided to take both portraits
with him since there were other smaller portraits of them in the manor and he
would need their help in the future, particularly Phineas’ who was now eager to
spy on Dumbledore after he had learnt of the old wizard’s role in Sirius’
capture.
Orion was seating in the main parlor, with several trunks packed with
his possessions and the two portraits carefully wrapped, when a house-elf
popped in and said, “Master, Remus Lupin is at the entrance, requesting
permission to come in.”
Orion replied, “Show him in, please.”
The house-elf bobbed his head and disappeared with another pop.
Moments later Remus walked into the room. Orion stood up and silently
observed him. Remus looked horrible. He had dark circles under his eyes and
several cuts on his face. He looked as if he hadn’t slept for days and his
robes were wrinkled and tattered and his hair tussled, as if he didn’t care for
himself anymore. He looked forlorn and miserable.
Orion sighed and walked towards him. He was soon tightly hugged by Remus
who whispered in his ear with a shaky voice, “My cub, I’m so sorry. I couldn’t help
you or Sirius- I- I transformed and- Oh, Merlin. He’s dead and it’s my fault. I
forgot about the potion- He’s dead-“ he said and broke into sobs.
Orion felt a tightening in his chest but he choked down his sobs. He
needed to be strong. He broke from the embrace and looked up into Remus’ amber
eyes that were brimming with tears. He said softly, “It wasn’t your fault
Remus. You did everything you could and it was unfair of me to ask you to
rescue my father. It was my responsibility, not yours. And you would have taken
the potion if you hadn’t been so concerned for Sirius that you left your office
before Snape arrived with the Wolfbane potion.”
Remus started shaking his head but Orion shushed him and gently took his
arm and made him take a seat. Orion sat in an armchair facing him and asked,
“Remus, how much do you know about what happened that night?”
Remus looked up at him with a frown and replied softly, “I only remember
what happened until I transformed. When I woke up I was already in my human
form and I was in the middle of the Forbidden Forest. When I reached Hogwarts
Dumbledore regretfully told me that the Aurors had captured Sirius and taken
him to Azkaban. I explained to him what had happened with Pettigrew and I told
him that Sirius was innocent. Dumbledore told me that he would do what he could
to save Sirius. But a few days later the Daily Prophet said that Sirius had
been given the Kiss. There was nothing that Dumbledore could do in time to save
him.”
Orion mirthlessly laughed and bit out scathingly, “So dear old
Dumbledore told you that he would try to help Sirius, did he?” Remus frowned
and Orion locked his eyes with his and spat furiously, “Dumbledore was there
with Snape and me when the Aurors captured my father! Snape had already told
him about Pettigrew and Dumbledore didn’t lift a finger to stop the Aurors from
taking Sirius with them. I yelled at him that Sirius was innocent and
Dumbledore simply replied that he was a Death Eater and deserved to be in
Azkaban! He knew all along that Sirius would be Kissed as soon as he stepped
into Azkaban and he didn’t care! He lied to you, Remus!”
Remus shook his head and replied confusedly, “No, Albus wouldn’t do
that. He did say that there was little he could do but that he would try to
prevent the Dementors from Kissing Sirius before he was given a trial-“
Orion interrupted him angrily, “Have you listened to a word that I have
said?! It was me who stopped the Dementors from Kissing my father right there
in the forest. He had lost consciousness and after the Dementors fled, the
Aurors arrived led by Dumbledore and Snape. It was Dumbledore that gave Sirius
to the Aurors. It was Dumbledore who said that Sirius deserved to go to
Azkaban. He didn’t care about his innocence, he only cared that Sirius was a Death
Eater. IT IS DUMBLEDORE’S FAULT THAT MY FATHER IS NOW AN EMPTY SHELL!!
DUMBLEDORE DOESN’T REGRET A THING ABOUT IT!”
Remus looked at him with wide eyes and Orion rose from his seat and
kneeled in front of Remus grabbing his hands and asked, “Don’t you believe me?
Do you need to see my memories?” Orion made a move to bring out his wand but
Remus gently stopped him.
“I believe you, Orion,” whispered Remus, “But I don’t understand why
Dumbledore would do such a thing and why he would tell me that he would try to
help Sirius.”
Orion looked into Remus’ eyes and said fiercely, “To manipulate you, of
course. After seeing that you knew about Sirius’ innocence he had to play the
act of the concerned and caring old wizard to make you trust him. He wants you
on his side. He wants you in the Order to use your condition to get the loyalty
of some werewolf packs. He didn’t want to lose you because of what happened
with Sirius.”
Remus tensed and asked, “But was it true? Was Sirius a Death Eater?”
Orion rose and looked down angrily at Remus, “What if he was? He didn’t
deserve to go to Azkaban just because of that. He hadn’t done anything illegal
or wrong. He hadn’t harmed anyone.”
Remus looked at him sadly and replied, “But then Dumbledore thought that
Sirius deserved to go to Azkaban because he was a Death Eater-“
Orion bellowed, “SIRIUS ONLY TURNED INTO A DEATH EATER BECAUSE OF ME! TO
GAIN INFORMATION TO PROTECT ME FROM VOLDEMORT! HE NEVER WANTED TO BE ONE! HE
DID IT ALL FOR ME!”
Remus rose slowly in front of Orion and said warily, “I understand,
Orion. I know that that could be the only reason for Sirius to have turned. But
Dumbledore thought that he was doing the right thing in turning Sirius in,
since he was a Death Eater-”
Orion clutched Remus’ robes and spat angrily, “And what about Sirius’
innocence? Dumbledore knew about Pettigrew, he knew the whole truth and he
didn’t care! He allowed the Aurors to restrain me! Merlin knows what he had
planned for me after seeing me cast dark spells. And yet you stand there and
justify his actions? After he’s the reason that the last of your friends has
died? That you are now all alone in the world!”
Remus’ body shook lightly but Orion pressed on, “What will you do now,
Remus? Will you take the side of Sirius’ murderer? Because that’s what
Dumbledore is, don’t fool yourself about it. Will you join the Order and become
my enemy?”
Remus’ eyes widened and he said shakily, “I have nowhere else to go. The
school knows that I’m a werewolf now and the parents wrote to Dumbledore asking
for my removal. He had no option but to sack me, but he said that I could join
the Order and live at headquarters-“
Orion angrily shook Remus and said, “Don’t you see that he’s
manipulating you! Dumbledore has enough political clout to allow you to teach
at Hogwarts if he so desires. The Ministry can’t interfere with his staffing
decisions, not under the current laws! You served your purpose as the Defense
Against the Dark Arts teacher and as a way of luring Sirius to Hogwarts, which
I’m sure was Dumbledore’s initial intention when he hired you since he didn’t
know about Pettigrew yet. And now he wants you to be part of the Order to send
you as an envoy to the werewolves! He’s using you again and you’re allowing him
to do so! You don’t need him! You can stay at Black Manor. I don’t need this
place anyways and I can visit you often if you live here, no one will know. But
you must make your decision now. If you join the Order I will not forgive you,
I will not understand. Dumbledore became, as of that night, my enemy. Anyone
from the Order is my enemy as well. I will show no mercy. If you join them
you’ll become my enemy too.”
Remus grabbed Orion’s shoulders and said sadly, “I will never be your
enemy, Orion. But I can’t turn against the Light. I’m a light wizard.”
Orion replied in frustration, “I’m not asking you to turn against the
Light. Just not to join the Order! I ask you to open your eyes and accept that
Dumbledore is manipulating you. I ask you to live in Black Manor and stay by my
side. You’re the only one I have left, Remus.” He paused and then said, “Just
answer me this, will you support Dumbledore?”
Remus shifted uncomfortably and turned into deep thought. After a while
he looked into Orion’s eyes and said resolutely, “No.” He paused and added, “I
believe that you have told me the truth. I understand your suspicions about
Dumbledore’s motives and even though I can’t be certain that you’re correct, I
can’t truly support Dumbledore now that I know that he left Sirius to be
Kissed.”
Orion sighed in relief and asked, “Will you stay at Black Manor? Please,
I would like to be able to visit you frequently and this is the best place for
you. You have everything you need here. I will ask the house-elves to purchase
the Wolfbane Potion for you every month.”
Remus sighed warily and answered, “Very well, I’ll stay here. I thank
you for the offer, Orion.”
Orion
nodded and then said sadly, “Why do you insist in denying who you truly are,
Remus?” Remus looked at him confusedly and Orion continued, “You might have
been raised as a light wizard but you’re a dark creature, Remus. There’s
nothing to be ashamed in that. You deny your true nature and by it you’re only
hurting yourself. You should accept and embrace your werewolf nature; you would
be stronger if you did so. It saddens me that you live your whole life trying
to repress it. You should be fighting for werewolf rights. You know that the
Light will never grant your kind equal rights and that they’ll always fear you
and despise you, yet you still support them.”
Remus
sighed and replied, “And what would you have me do? I cannot find employment, I
have no money of my own to campaign for werewolf rights and there’s really no
one who cares about it.”
Orion
raised an eyebrow and replied, “The dark wizards care about it, Remus. In the
first war, the Dark Lord negotiated with werewolf packs to give them equal
rights once he’d taken over.”
Remus
looked at him skeptically and said, “The Dark Lord only wanted to use them as
killing machines, cub. He didn’t really care. I doubt it very much that he
would have kept his promises to the packs.”
Orion
smirked at him, “Ah, but maybe this time can be different. If the packs have a
good leader, one that understood how the Dark Lord operates, then they might
strike a good bargain. A leader that is powerful enough and that could threaten
the Dark Lord with setting the werewolves on him and his Death Eaters if he
ever reneged on his promises.” He paused and pierced Remus with his green gaze,
“You could be the one, Remus. You could lead them. You could finally do
something for your own kind. And I would do anything in my power to help you.
Think about it, Remus. You have a lot of time in your hands, why not invest it
in a good cause?”
Remus’
eyebrows shot to his hairline and he muttered, “Well…maybe I could….but I have
never….”
Orion
clasped Remus’ hands and gently said, “You’re the best one to lead them. If you
accept your werewolf nature you would be very powerful and you are smart and
know about the Dark Lord’s tricks as well. You would be a good negotiator.” He
paused and took a decision, “He’s back, Remus.” Remus frowned at him and Orion
continued, “The Dark Lord is back. I’m sure you read about the Azkaban
breakout?” Remus nodded in confusion and Orion said, “Well, right now he has
more Death Eaters than ever. He’s preparing to restart the war. I would
recommend that you contacted the werewolf packs as soon as possible and started
taking control. They’ll need you. They only have Greyback at the time being and
not many of them support him.”
Remus gasped,
“How do you know all this?”
Orion
smiled wickedly at him, “I saw Voldemort myself. I had the immense pleasure of
torturing your maker for a while, Remus. I must say that I have never felt so
happy to be able to torture someone in my life. I think it will only be
surpassed when I have the pleasure of killing Pettigrew.”
Orion saw
that Remus was about to ask many questions and he quickly said, “Never mind the
why’s and the how’s. Now you know that Voldemort is back and that Greyback is
trying to control the werewolf packs, quite unsuccessfully I might add. He’s
too vicious and crazed; he’s not good for them. If you want to do something
truly important, then go to the werewolf packs and see where they stand and
what you can do to help. I will be joining Voldemort but I’ll never allow him
to mark me. I can help you from the inside. We can accomplish great things if
we work together.”
Remus
nodded and then appeared to immerse himself in his thoughts. Orion smiled at
him satisfied and parted from Remus after teaching him how to modify the wards
and with promises of frequent letters.
As soon
as Orion reached his bedroom at the Dark Lord’s Manor, he cast powerful wards
and silencing spells and opened the locket.
Tom
looked at him with his dark blue eyes and asked, “How did it go?”
Orion sat
on his bed and replied in a tired voice, “I was too late, Tom. My father had
already been Kissed.”
Tom
looked at him in concern and replied softly, “I’m sorry, Orion. It must have
been terrible for you to see your father like that.”
Orion
sighed and stretched on the bed, placing the locket on his chest and crossing
his arms behind his head. He looked at Tom and was surprised to see the sincere
concern and sorrow in his friend’s eyes. Tom had changed, he suddenly realized.
And it had been happening gradually. Tom seemed to understand him better and
cared more about his feelings. He wondered about the change but it warmed his
heart all the same. Orion replied with a small smile, “Thank you, Tom. It was
truly awful but it has been several days and I have had the time to think about
it and accept that there was nothing more that I could’ve done. I just wonder
if there is still something that I can do to get his soul back…”
Tom
frowned in thought and replied, “Well, I have never heard of the Kiss being
reversed….but maybe a necromancer could do it-“
Orion sat
up straight, clutched the locket bringing it close to his face and urgently
asked, “A necromancer? Are you certain?”
Tom
cocked an eyebrow and replied, “I’m not certain, but if someone could do it
then it would be a necromancer. Only they can summon spirits and souls. In the
case of a soul that has been removed from a body by a Dementor’s Kiss, a
necromancer would need to capture the Dementor and extract the soul from him.
This is how I think it could be done but I have never delved into the
Necromantic Arts, it’s just a guess.”
Orion
nodded and thoughts swirled in his head. It would make sense. Only a
necromancer could have such powers. But would he ever be able to become one? Now
he had more reasons than ever. He wondered if he could force Vagnarov to teach
him the arts. But he knew the wizard would refuse. Orion would have to wait
until his sixth year and prove that he had the powers to study them. He only
hoped he truly did have the capacity. It was his only hope. But if necromancers
were able to reverse the Kiss why wasn’t it mentioned in any of the books about
Dementors? Surely there would be at least a brief note about it. Maybe it
wasn’t that simple, maybe a necromancer needed something else to accomplish
this…..Orion gasped. He knew something that could surely help! The perfect tool
for a necromancer….the Resurrection Stone! He was sure that Cadmus Peverell had
to have been a necromancer to be able to create such a stone. And he had used
it to bring back to life his long lost love. It would be perfect to bring
Sirius’ soul back from the Dementor and to place it in his body. And Sirius’
soul had never left the mortal plane; he wouldn’t necessarily suffer when he
came back to life like Cadmus’ girl had suffered. Yes!! That was the answer!!
Orion sighed warily. Well, he just needed to wait until sixth year, prove that
he had the powers to become a necromancer, study the arts for two years and
find the Deathly Hallow in the meantime. It wasn’t exactly a piece of cake, but
he would do it. He had planned on doing it before and now he had all the more
reasons.
Orion
looked at Tom and said smiling, “Thank you, Tom. You’re truly a genius.”
Tom
raised an eyebrow and said arrogantly, “I have always known that and I’m glad
that you’ve finally realized it. But may I ask how I have helped you this
time?”
Orion
grinned at him and said, “You have told me that I need to become a
necromancer,” Tom widened his eyes and Orion continued, “The Hydras are tested
on their sixth year to see if they have the powers to become a necromancer. If
I pass the test then I’ll be learning to become one during my last two years.
It’s my only chance to bring my father back.”
Tom asked
carefully, “And you think you have the power?”
Orion
sighed warily, “I don’t know, but I must try. I will look on more information
about them and I’ll ask my Headmaster. He’s the one that teaches Necromancy. He
might tell me if it’s possible to rescue a soul from a Dementor and bring the
person back to life.”
Tom
nodded his head and then asked, “With whom will you live now?”
“I don’t
know yet. Maybe with the Malfoys if they gain my custody, because Narcissa is
my Aunt twice removed. I’m at the Dark Lord’s Manor right now,” replied Orion.
“What?!”
gasped Tom. Then he said urgently, “Have you warded your room with the spells
I’ve taught you? You’re taking a great risk in talking to me here!”
Orion
replied hastily, “Yes, I used your spells. Don’t worry Tom. I’ve been careful
and I won’t wear your locket. I will keep it in my trunk heavily warded.”
Tom
relaxed a little bit and asked, “But why are you here?”
Orion
answered calmly, “We rescued all the Death Eaters from Azkaban and they’re
currently staying in here. The Dark Lord told Lucius that I had to remain here
until he gained my custody. Narcissa is staying here as well to take care of
Bellatrix.”
Tom
smiled broadly, “The Dark Lord has all his Death Eaters back, then.”
Orion
nodded, “Yes. I think he’ll be planning on doing something soon. I hope he
doesn’t stay hidden for too long. Though we still need more allies…”
Tom
looked at him and asked quietly, “How has the Dark Lord been treating you?”
“Well, I
have barely seen him. But it’s as usual,” replied Orion, “He’s violent and
nasty. And I think he has some wicked plan to use me for his convenience-“
“Has he
harmed you?” asked Tom in concern.
Orion
raised an eyebrow and said tauntingly, “Why, Tom. I didn’t know you cared.
Didn’t you always say that the Dark Lord always did what was best?”
Tom
scowled at him and grunted, “I might care a little bit. After all the effort I
have put into making you into a decent dark wizard I believe it’s only
natural-“
Orion
interrupted him with a chuckle and said, “Don’t sweat it, Tom. It’s alright to
admit that you’ve taken a liking to me.”
Tom
snarled, “I don’t like anyone. Never have and never will.”
Orion
simply smiled at him and said softly, “Well, I like you, Tom, and I’m not
afraid to say it.”
Tom’s
face softened momentarily but then he snapped, “Will you tell me if he has done
anything to you or not?”
Orion
turned serious and replied, “He tried to mark me.”
Tom
cocked an eyebrow in surprise and asked, “Why? You’re too young. And what do
you mean he tried? Didn’t he succeed?”
Orion
replied calmly, “He said he wanted me to be his follower. I- I displayed some
powers during the break into Azkaban and I think that it made him realize that
I was a worthy follower even being so young. But when he tried to mark me I
refused. He finally just turned my ring into a portkey, so that he could summon
me whenever he pleased.”
Tom
frowned at him and asked, “What powers did you display?”
Orion
sighed, “I’m not sure. I didn’t do it on purpose. But when I saw that my father
had been Kissed I just lost control and my powers flowed from me. It was really
strange. The cell was burned and my powers just swirled around me trying to
destroy everything. The Dark Lord was able to come inside and snap me out of
it.”
Tom said
thoughtfully, “It sounds like accidental magic triggered by emotional distress.
Your powers always seem to intensify with your emotions.” He locked his dark
blue eyes with Orion’s and said, “But I have never heard of such a powerful
release of magic…and you said it burned everything?” Orion nodded and Tom
asked, “Would you be able to do it again conscientiously?”
Orion
mussed over the question and replied, “I’m not sure. But I remember how I felt.
Maybe I could do it if I practiced it.”
Tom
nodded and said, “You should, Orion. Try to unleash your power like that again
and try to control it. Use it and mold it to do what you want.”
Orion
nodded and Tom asked in curiosity, “Why did you refuse the Dark Mark?”
Orion
turned to look at him in disbelief, “Are you kidding? I’ll never allow him to
mark me! I told him that I wanted to be treated like an equal and that I would
never accept his mark.”
Tom
groaned, “You fool, you shouldn’t have told him that! I guess that he tortured
you for a while after that.”
Orion
smirked at him and replied, “He didn’t. He became furious, mind you, and he
told me in no uncertain terms that he would mark me in the future. But I had
told him earlier that I would become his follower so maybe he didn’t torture me
because of that.”
Tom
arched an eyebrow, “Well, his reaction is unexpected. I guess you impressed him
enough that he didn’t want to lose your support. But be careful with him. You
can’t antagonize him so openly.”
Orion
scowled, “I wasn’t antagonizing him. I just refused to be marked! I won’t
become his property!”
Tom
smirked at him, “There’s nothing wrong in being the Dark Lord’s property. You
might find it appealing.”
Orion
snorted, “Yes, of course. There’s nothing that I desire more than to become his
groveling servant. I will never allow him to turn me into one more of his Death
Eaters. The way they submit to him would be unbearable to me. I would never act
in such a way.”
Tom’s
smirk widened, “But maybe now that he’s taken an interest in you, he might
treat you differently. He might consider you unique. Wouldn’t you like to feel
what it’s like to become the Dark Lord’s favorite? To be envied by the rest and
have his attention lavished on you at all times? The Dark Lord can be quiet
charming and irresistible when he wants to.”
Orion
choked and he asked horrified, “Are you implying that he might take a personal
interest in me? That he could be interested in me in that- in that way?”
Tom
scowled and said dryly, “What’s so terrifying about that? It would be a great
honor for you if the Dark Lord chose you as his lover.”
Orion
broke into a fit of coughs and then spluttered, “You’re joking right?! That
would be horrible! I could never be with someone like him. So- so-“
Tom spat
angrily, “So what?”
Orion
looked at him wide-eyed and said, “So cruel! So vicious and violent! I don’t
want to be with someone that would have no compunction in torturing me every
time he was in a foul mood! I don’t think he’s even capable of loving anyone!
And I couldn’t be with someone who couldn’t love me.”
Tom’s
face darkened and he snarled, “You would prefer someone like your little
vampire over a great powerful dark wizard like the Dark Lord?”
Orion
immediately replied, “Of course! I know that Lez loves me. He treats me gently
and demonstrates his love for me in every action. He’s caring and
compassionate-“
Tom
snapped, “He’s weak and inferior! He’s no match to the Dark Lord!”
Orion
shook his head, “He might not be as powerful but he isn’t inferior. He’s
different. Anyway, this discussion is ridiculous. The Dark Lord isn’t
interested in me in that way and I’m too young to have lovers anyway-“
Tom
arched an eyebrow and interrupted him, “You haven’t taken the little vampire as
your lover yet?”
Orion
scowled at him and replied icily, “It’s none of your business but no, I
haven’t. He’s my boyfriend and I plan on being with him for a long time, so
there’s no rush. I want to feel ready before we do anything more- more-
intimate.”
Tom’s
face lightened and he said with a smirk, “Maybe you’re not attracted to him.”
Orion
snapped at him, “Of course I am! He’s extremely handsome and-“
Tom
interrupted him again and said with a smirk, “And the Dark Lord isn’t? Don’t
you feel drawn to him?”
Orion
faltered and narrowed his eyes at Tom, “I don’t care if the Dark Lord is
attractive! He’s not my type! I don’t like his personality-“
“You didn’t
answer my question,” interrupted Tom smugly, “Are you drawn to him or not?”
Orion
huffed in indignation and replied in a low unwilling whisper, “I might feel a
certain pull towards his magic.. but nothing else!”
Tom
smirked at him knowingly, “It sounds like attraction to me.”
Orion
scowled and said fiercely, “I don’t care what it sounds to you! It isn’t
attraction! I abhor the man. He’s extremely powerful, I admit. And his power is
alluring but he would be the last wizard with whom I would ever be involved
with romantically. Besides, he’s just using me and I’m just using him to reach
our common goals. There won’t be anything else between us!”
Tom asked
softly, “Do you find me handsome?”
Orion
dropped his jaw and looked at Tom disbelievingly. He gathered himself and
looked into Tom’s deep blue eyes. He could see a certain nervousness in them, a
flash of vulnerability and it shocked him to the core. He replied in a low
faltering whisper, “I- I think you’re very handsome… I like you very much...“
Tom gave
him a small warm smile and Orion felt his heart give a small jolt. He shook his
head and replied in agitation, “This is insane! You’re just a portrait and what
does it have to do with me finding the Dark Lord attractive or not? I’m going
to sleep!”
Orion saw
Tom smirking at him victoriously and he snapped the locket shut. He went to
sleep muttering about crazy portraits that should mind their own business.
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