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The Black Heir	By : gpsassi Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Voldemort Views: 42492 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Disclaimer: This story is based on characters created and owned by JK
Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books,
Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being
made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

AN: Eventually there will be slash between Orion (Harry) and a dark
wizard. I still haven�t decided with whom. I�m making it slash because
Rowling�s male characters are far more interesting and powerful than the female
characters. I already have some candidates but I�m not telling to make it a
surprise. But it won�t happen for a long while since Orion is still too young,
though he will be meeting some of them soon. But I�m open to suggestions, so
tell me with whom you want him to be and it will be considered. I don�t know if
I will be writing explicit slash since this is my first fiction and I have
never written that kind of scene, but also tell me if you want it to be
explicit. And if someone offers to write those scenes I have no problem.

Chapter 2 � Settling in Moscow & the wand

Kreacher had used his elvish magic to apparate them to Black Manor, in
wizarding Moscow, before he hastily returned to Grimmauld Place, back to his
adored mistress.

Sirius still didn�t know how Orion had managed to make Kreacher obey
him. The foul elf now only seemed to respond to the boy, and when Sirius had
tried to command him to unpack, the filthy creature had just grumbled something
under his breath, giving him a nasty look. How he longed to give the elf his
heart�s desire and hang his head at Grimmauld Place. But Orion had taken a
liking to vicious creature and had chided Sirius for treating the elf so
inconsiderately. When Sirius indignantly protested that the elf treated him no
better, he was quelled by the look Orion had given him. Sirius sometimes felt
that he didn�t know who the parent was in their relationship.

Sirius and Orion were now standing in the middle of Black Manor�s large
hall, as Orion surveyed everything with wide eyes.

Sirius had to admit that the manor was very impressive. Thankfully, the
manor had a staff of house-elves with much better dispositions than Kreacher.
They had been clamorously received by three house-elves, which had taken their
belongings to the master�s room, for Sirius, and the second largest room, for
Orion. The house-elves were quiet and obedient creatures who had been in the
family for a long time and always remained in the manor.

Therefore, the manor already had everything it needed to be lived in,
even though no one had come by in over twenty years. Thankfully, Sirius�s
father�s side of the family was the more moderate line of Blacks and the manor
wasn�t decorated in dark and nasty things like Grimmauld Place.

He shook Orion from his stupor and gave him a tour around the place.

From the outside, the manor was a white, medium-sized, Slavic palace,
with its turrets and several small golden domes. It had a vast estate with
woods and a lake. Formerly, there had been horses in the stables, even pegasus,
but they were now empty. Before Sirius ran away, his father used to take him
and Regulus, every winter, to the manor.

Sirius remembered those days fondly. Those had been the only happy
memories of his childhood. His father was much more relaxed when he was away
from his wife�s sphere of influence and he allowed his cold fa�ade to drop when
he took the boys for those short winter holidays.

With a wicked grin, Sirius narrated some of his and Regulus� childhood
mischiefs, while he showed his son around. Orion had been extremely excited
when Sirius told him about how Regulus and he used to race each other on
pegasus, and Sirius decided that maybe he could buy one for Orion�s birthday.

He also wanted to teach Orion how to fly on a broomstick. Sirius hadn�t
been as talented as James, but he felt that his son would be missing an
important part of his childhood if he didn�t learn how to play Quidditch.

They returned to the manor and Sirius showed him several rooms. Inside,
the manor had white marble floors and columns, and each room was decorated in
different sets of color. The master room was done in dark blue tones and
Orion�s room was called the Emerald Room, which was decorated in dark greens
with soft blues touches.

Not surprisingly, though Sirius sighed with both amusement and
resignation, Orion quickly asked him about the library. He took his son to the
vast oval room, which had dark mahogany panels, high ceilings, and several
floors covered up-to-bottom with countless of books. It was much larger than
the library at Grimmauld Place and Sirius suspected that he wouldn�t be seeing
much of his son for a while.

They were now resting on plush armchairs at the main parlor, drinking
the tea that the house-elves had brought them.

�This place is amazing! I never expected it to be so grand. Why did your
family live at Grimmauld Place when you had this?� Orion inquired with
curiosity. He was enchanted by all that he had seen so far.

Sirius sighed. �You have to remember that the wizarding world has been
plagued by wars since the 1940s. Since then, the Blacks decided to reside in
England, because it was much safer and we only came here in winter and for
short periods of time. The war against Lord Grindelwald was brutal, and lasted
several years, but thankfully, the manor cannot be destroyed by outsides
forces, so it remained unscathed.�

�Grindelwald,� mused Orion aloud. �Tell me more about him.�

�Well, I never paid much attention in History of Magic,� said Sirius
with an impish grin, �but I can tell you that Gellert Grindelwald was a dark
wizard who came from Durmstrang. He recruited most of his followers from there.
The Russians were his allies for a while, so you will still find some
supporters here, even now. Grindelwald was considered to be quite the child
prodigy. I think he has been one of the most powerful wizards in modern times.
He started forming his little group of followers at Durmstrang, and when he
graduated, he spent some time in England and other European countries. He is
the one who started the whole anti-muggleborn movement. Grindelwald believed
that wizards were superior to muggles and muggleborns, and that it was our
right to govern over them, in order to make a better world. �For the Greater
Good� was his slogan. He was considered a great leader and skillful orator, and
he convinced many with his impassionate speeches.�

He paused, and asked, �I guess you know about the Muggle Wars?�

Orion nodded. He had read many books about the First and Second World
War, and knew quite a bit.

Sirius continued, �Well, at first, Grindelwald made an alliance with the
muggle leader, Hitler, I believe he was called. I think Grindelwald manipulated
the muggle into destroying his own people. Millions of muggles were killed, and
Grindelwald used that to prove his point that muggles were dangerous and
violent, and that wizards should take control in order to create a peaceful
world. Grindelwald had the support of Hitler�s army and his own wizarding army
was vast. The English and French magical communities united to stand against
him, but they were vastly outnumbered. After the muggle army was defeated by
the muggles from England and the United States, Grindelwald began to lose some
support.�

He paused to ascertain that his son was following him, and with a proud
glint in his eyes due to his son�s quick mind, he said, �The war had been going
on for four years, and many magical communities were decimated, and the wizards
were tired of fighting. It was rumored that Grindelwald was invincible in a
duel and that few could match his power. Albus Dumbledore was known in England
as a very powerful wizard, and since he was relatively young, the English
begged him to duel Grindelwald. They believed that Dumbledore was the only one
who could match Grindelwald�s powers. I don�t know the particulars, but Dumbledore
and Grindelwald dueled alone, while the armies stood aside, and it was agreed
that who won that duel would win the war. I heard that the duel lasted for
twelve hours. Finally, Dumbledore defeated Grindelwald, and he was taken
prisoner. I believe he still lives.�

�That's amazing,� said Orion breathlessly.�That a single wizard could
command so many and have such power! And Dumbledore defeated him. He must be
the most powerful wizard nowadays, right?�

�Many believe so,� replie Sirius. �He is highly regarded in England and
has done a good job as the Headmaster of Hogwarts. Dumbledore is considered by
many as the Light Lord; though he seems to have no political ambitions. I know that he has a lot of
influence in the Ministry and Wizengamot. And everyone respects him for being
the defeater of Grindelwald. But he is despised by many dark families who
believe that Grindelwald was on the right track. Voldemort and his followers
particularly opposed Dumbledore. I know that Voldemort had a personal vendetta
against Dumbledore, but I don�t know why.�

�And what
do you know about Voldemort�s background?� asked Orion with enthusiastic
interest. He had read about Grindelwald at the library in Grimmauld Place, and
there was a lot of information on Grindelwald, but not much was mentioned about
Voldemort�s past, and it deeply intrigued him.

�Honestly,
not much,� admitted Sirius. �It�s a mystery where Voldemort came from. I know
he is an English wizard, but I don�t know where he got his magical education
from, and I don�t know his real name. He simply appeared at some point,
spouting many of Grindelwald�s ideals. And dissatisfied dark wizards rallied to
him. After the defeat of Grindelwald, the Dark Arts were given a very bad
reputation, since he had been a Dark Lord. So the Dark Arts were banned in most
countries, and dark wizards were imprisoned for using them, even if they didn�t
use them against others wizards.�

�That�s
not fair!� interjected Orion heatedly.

Sirius
sighed and carded his fingers through his long hair. �I must admit that there
was a lot a prejudice and many were convicted who really didn�t deserve it.
Wizards feared a repetition of what had happened, so they squashed any use of
dark magic to prevent another Dark Lord from rising. And subjected to so much
repression, the dark families had to hide without being able to practice their
magic freely. So when Voldemort emerged, he immediately gained support from
them. He was young and very powerful, a possible match against Dumbledore.�

�I had
heard that Voldemort was also very charming and handsome,� said Sirius
grudgingly, �and it was rumored that he was Salazar Slytherin�s Heir. So he was
the ideal Dark Lord for the desperate dark families. Thankfully, I never came
face-to-face with him in battle, but he was greatly feared amongst us, the
Aurors. And when we fought against the Death Eaters, we always left Voldemort
to Dumbledore.�

He paused
to look at his silent son. Orion had a fascinated air about him, and Sirius
realized that his son was greatly curious and interested in Voldemort. Sirius
frowned, and in that instant, remembered Orion�s words about how he didn�t know
who to support: whether Voldemort or Dumbledore. Even if Voldemort had killed
his mother and James, Orion still contemplated a possible alliance with the
monster. It made Sirius shudder. He had told his son that he would follow him,
but he prayed to Merlin that the boy wasn�t seriously considering taking
Voldemort�s side. The wizard had been vicious and sadistic, and seemed alien to
any kind of human emotion.

�And
Dumbledore couldn�t defeat Voldemort? Dumbledore defeated Grindelwald in a
single duel, and he dueled Voldemort several times, and still, he couldn�t take
him?� asked Orion, with a sparkle of fascination in his green eyes.

It was
amazing, Orion thought to himself. What kind of powers did Voldemort have if
Dumbledore hadn�t been able to take him down? And Voldemort was possibly
Slytherin�s Heir! Who knew what kind of magic was at his disposal. He had read
about Slytherin and knew that the man had created spells which only he could
use. Spells in parseltongue. Spells contained in books, written in that
language, that only someone with Slytherin blood and with parselmouth abilities
could read.

�Yes,
that�s right. Dumbledore has never been able to defeat Voldemort. Only you
could,� said Sirius, winking at him.

That
abruptly pulled Orion out of his musings. He had forgotten about that. It
didn�t make sense. He wasn�t powerful � not yet, he told himself-. How could he
have done it if he wasn�t nearly as powerful as Dumbledore, and a mere baby!

�No,
seriously,� said Orion, shaking his head.

Sirius
grinned at the word.

�Father
can be so immature at times�, thought Orion amusedly. But he continued, �How is
it possible that so little is known about Voldemort, if he is so powerful. He
must be more powerful than Dumbledore if he couldn�t be defeated. And what
happened with me and Voldemort makes no sense. I was a mere baby with no
powers!�

�I don�t
know. It took everyone by surprise. But maybe Lily did something-�

�Yes,
yes,� interrupted Orion impatiently and in agitation. �Even if she did, and
even if you told me that she was a powerful witch, she was no match for
Voldemort!�

Sirius
flinched. Sometimes his son could be so unfeeling. The way Orion discussed
Lily�s death, just analyzing the facts, without showing any emotion for his
mother being killed... But maybe he was being unfair with the boy, Orion never
knew her. He didn�t know what a loving and gentle woman she had been, what a
spitfire she was when defending someone she loved, and what warmth and love she
projected to those around her�

Sirius
stopped his trail of thought. He couldn�t keep doing this to himself. He
couldn�t live on, in pain, anytime someone mentioned her. He sighed and brought
his mind back to what Orion had been saying.

�I know
she was no match for him,� said Sirius quietly, �but she might have used a
protection spell on you� Though that wouldn�t have been enough against the
killing curse. But maybe, the way she sacrificed her life to protect you, had
something to do with it.�

�Yes, I
considered that when you told me about it,� retorted Orion. �But Father, I
looked it up in the library at Grimmauld Place, and I found some books that
explained the kind of magic based on sacrifice and love. They said that it
could protect someone, but that it couldn�t stop death! If Voldemort had hit me
with a torturing or slicing spell, then the magic she invoked would have
protected me. But he used a killing curse, and nothing, not even love magic,
stops that. I already checked that in several books and they are quite adamant
about it.�

Orion
sighed. He hated not knowing what had truly happened that Halloween night. What
kind of magic was involved in order to save his life and end Voldemort�s? Most
of his research had been on that, and he had come out empty handed. By all
accords, the killing curse was unstoppable, and he was a freak for surviving
it. He grimaced at that. Uncle Vernon would feel redeemed.

Sirius
could see that this was a big issue for his son and that it could become his
obsession. But really, what his son had done was unparalleled, and there wasn�t
much that he could say about it.

He
decided to change subjects and get on with more practical matters. �Well, what
do you want to do now, young pup?�

Orion
smiled. He loved that nickname, and his father had begun using it when he
wanted him to feel more lighthearted.

�I want
to learn how to become an animagus,� said Orion with an inward grin. �There,
let Father respond to that.�

Sirius
groaned. This boy was all study and no fun. He would have expected a son of his
asking him advice on doing a prank on someone, or how to get the girl, or
something like that. Well, becoming an animagus was an arduous process, but the
benefits were certainly fun.

�Orion, I�m
sure there�re books in the library on that subject, and I can tell you about my
own experience," said Sirius. "But, first, we must go to town and buy
the things we need. You have been using Regulus� old childhood clothes, and no
son of mine is going to walk around being ill dressed. So tell me what you need
to buy.�

Orion
heartily laughed. His father was certainly vain and cared much about
appearances.

�Very
well, I need clothes, and you told me that you want to teach me how to fly, so
we need to get brooms. And, uhmm, let me think, it would be quite useful if I
had...I don�t know�hmm, say, a wand?� said Orion mockingly.

Sirius
grinned. �Okay, let�s get going then. I also need winter clothes. You can never
proclaim to know what winter is if you haven�t experienced a Russian winter.�

�Father,
wait, what about my scar? I haven�t found any magical way of concealing it,�
interjected Orion worriedly. He had been researching it a bit, but had yet to
find a permanent solution.

�Mmm, I
guess you�ll have to wear a pointy hat,� said Sirius concealing a smile.

Orion
looked at him incredulously. If his father thought that he would be traipsing
around with a ridiculous hat, he had another thing coming.

Sirius
laughed at his son�s appalled expression. And he was the one constantly accused
of being vain!

�Don�t
worry, pup, I have a nice and elegant fur hat that is very common here, and it
will cover your forehead. I�ll help you find a permanent solution when we get
back.�

After
that, they got ready for their first excursion into wizarding Moscow. His
father took him into along-side apparition and they popped into a nice looking
caf�. Orion could see many wizards and witches, clothed in heavy fur coats of
diverse and sometimes shocking colors, milling around. Some had the same hat
that he was using, which he quite liked because it was extremely warm and soft.
Others had really long hair wrapped around their heads several times or hats
with weird-looking stuffed animals. Some, instead of coats, used several
mismatching robes and had warming spells tingling around their bodies.

It was
quite a showcase of weird wizarding fashion, and as they walked by, Sirius kept
pointing at people and piping in humorous remarks for his son�s benefit. Orion
had to stifle his laughter. Being with his father was like having around a
hiper-active little brother, and he loved it.

They
exited the caf� and they reached a square full of people, which had a great
water fountain in the middle. Sirius pulled Orion to the fountain, and at his
son inquisitive look, he just gave him a maniacal grin, and shoved him inside.

�What-?�
started saying Orion, when his father pushed him into the pool of the fountain.

But his
mouth was soon filled with water and then, he felt a suctioning force all
around his body, relentlessly dragging him down. It felt as if being dumped
into a huge bathtub, with no floor, and sinking into an endless pit. As soon as
it started, it ended, and he was standing in a very similar fountain. He got
out, expecting to be drenched, but quickly saw that as soon as his feet touched
the ground, he became completely dry. He turned around, and saw his father�s
head breaking through the surface of the water, his body quickly following.
Sirius smoothly got out of the fountain and reached his son.

�That
was� interesting. And I�ll get you back for that,� said Orion to Sirius, who
was impishly grinning at him.

Sirius
chuckled. He loved magical newbies; they were so easily pranked!

Orion
glanced around and saw that they were at the beginning of a very ample street
covered in snow. It was filled with stores of different architectural styles,
but the most predominant was the Slavic style, which showed small, pointy domes
of different colors. Some had stripes, others dots, others were made of glass
and had moving objects inside, which represented the type of store it was. He
had already seen a dome with an owl fluttering inside, another with several
snitches flying around, and another that was shaped like a cauldron which
rotated endlessly� It was like having stepped into a weird fairy tale and he
loved it. This was his world and he felt he belonged.

Thankfully,
many stores had their names written in several languages, and the attendants
were usually fluent in English.

First,
they went to buy clothes. Sirius insisted on selecting his son's clothes,
arguing that he had far better taste and Orion needed to learn from him. Orion
chuckled in amusement and allowed his father to have his fun.

Afterwards,
they bought one owl for each. Orion had chosen a large black eagle owl, which
had a menacing countenance, but he had instantly liked him, and the bird seemed
to take to him quickly. Orion named him Ares, after the Greek god of war.
Sirius, instead, bought a beautiful and elegant white owl and called her
Aurora, after the Greek goddess of dawn, following his son�s example.

At the
Quidditch store, Sirius took charge and bought two Nimbus 2000, Quidditch
robes, and a ball set.

Finally,
they reached Gregorovitch�s wand store. Sirius had explained that Gregorovitch
was one of the best wand makers and had stores in several European countries.

Luckily
for them, Gregorovitch liked to remain at his main store, and they were
attended by him. He was an old man, with a long, gray beard, and little hair;
but seemed to have boundless energy, as he handed wand after wand to Orion.
They had been in the store for an hour already, and still, Orion and
Gregorovitch hadn�t found a wand which satisfied them, while Sirius had long
ago found a compatible wand.

�Well,
boy. You have gone through most of my store. I can only tell you that this
hasn�t happened to me before, in all my years,� said Gregorovitch, as he stood
with a pensive expression on his creased face. He pierced Orion with his eyes,
and mused, �Maybe... maybe, we could try�Yes, why not, maybe it was meant for
you...�

Gregorovitch
hastily left them and went to the back of the store. A few minutes later, he
reappeared, carefully holding a long, thin, pure white wand, in a beautiful
case.

Orion
took it, and instantly felt his magic tingling and coursing through his body,
while mingling with the wand. He felt warmth embracing him and the pulse of his
magic powerfully beating in him. The pulsing got stronger and he felt as if he
was being filled with overflowing, raging magic. It continued escalating until
he felt he was going to burst. It seemed as if the magic wanted to explode in
waves from his body. Orion started to worry and attempted to control it. But
the pulse and beat kept increasing and the pressure intensifying. When he was
about to drop the wand, it suddenly stopped. Only a pleasant tingling remained,
and his awareness rushed back.

Well,
that had certainly never happened with the other wands. He was a still a bit
worried and overwhelmed by the strength of the magic he had felt, before it
subsided.

Gregorovitch
was looking at him with a scrutinizing, indecipherable gaze. When he saw Orion
looking back at him, the old wizard cleared his expression, and said quietly,
"It certainly chose you. It is quite unique. I made it in my experimentations
and never thought that someone would be able to control it. That�s why the
others didn�t work for you. Regular wands have only one core. Your wand has two
cores, but not only that. It has opposing cores. Indeed, when I made it, I knew
what I was creating, but I never thought� Ejem, well, it has a very powerful
and temperamental double core: phoenix�s tears and basilisk venom...Life and
Death."

Gregorovitch
remained silent and once again pierced Orion with his stare.

�Really,
does the man have to be so dramatic?� thought Sirius. He was still quite shaken
from the sheer amount of power he had felt exuding from Orion, when his son had
made first contact with the wand. And he could see that Orion had also been
worried.

Orion
just nodded and caressed his wand. He still felt the warmth of his power. His
body was always perceptive to the magic around him; he felt it in the air, in
the wizards, in the houses, and in magical objects. But never before had he
felt such a surge of power. It had scared him, but it also made him want more.
He wanted to feel that way again. It had been supreme.

They paid
and left, while Gregorovitch�s eyes followed Orion until he exited the store.

When they
arrived at the manor, they were exhausted. Orion bid his father a goodnight and
went to his room. It was a princely room. Orion loved the colors: green and
blue. He discarded his clothes and adoringly caressed his wand.

It was
incredibly beautiful in his eyes. He got in the bed and held it to his chest.
There was that warmth again...

�Gaia...
Gaia...�

Orion
snapped his eyes open when he heard the soft whisper calling the name, and he
glanced around in disconcert. Nothing, he was alone. �Gaia?' Had he imagined
it?� He sharpened his senses to see if he heard anything. Nothing. �I must be
really tired�, he said to himself. And without another thought, he left the
wand on the nightstand.

As the minutes ticked by, he turned in his bed. He couldn�t sleep. He
didn�t know if it was because of what had happened with the wand or because of
the other thing.

�Should I look at it? Try to open it? No, when I discovered it at
Regulus� room, I told myself that I wouldn�t attempt to open it until I knew
more about it. It has very powerful magic. I felt it as soon as I took it in my
hand. But I already know what it is... I found its description in one of my
books. Uhmm,
yes, but considering the original owner, it could be dangerous to open it�
Circe, I just want to feel it again in my hand!�

He
stretched his arm and opened the drawer of his nightstand. There it was. He
took it out and looked at it. The engraving was artfully done and the delicate
silver snake forming the letter seemed as it could come alive. He felt the
contained power inside the locket and closed his eyes.

Orion
fell asleep with Slytherin�s locket intertwined in his fingers and a smile of
contentment on his face.
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