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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
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Chapter 3� Reentering society

On the following week, Sirius and Orion researched the Black Library to
find a spell that would hide Orion�s scar. Finally, Orion found a blood magic
spell that would cast a powerful concealing glamour on his scar. Though the
book did warn that the spell would be ineffectual against some magical
creatures who had the ability to see through glamours. Orion had cut his palm
and rubbed his blood on the scar, while chanting the spell. The only way to undo
the glamour was to do the same while casting the counter-spell, so it was the
perfect solution.

Orion spent most of his time reading and learning spells, and he had
already begun researching about the animagus transformation. He knew now, what
potion to drink during the practice sessions and that he would have to spend
long hours using his magic to slowly transform his limbs into that of the
animal he wanted to become.

He had pondered for long hours about what animal to choose. An animagus
usually chose an animal towards which he felt compatibility, and Orion wondered
which animal could best represent him. He didn�t want to be a large animal,
because he thought it would be useful to choose something inconspicuous, which
could allow him an easy means of escape.

After much pondering, he decided that he would like to become some type
of bird. After reading about them, Orion found that eagles had been a symbol of
power, courage, and immortality, since ancient times, and that their predatory
instincts would benefit him in his animal form.

He dedicated three hours of each day to the process of trying to morph
his body. It was painful, and required a lot of concentration and control over
his magic, and he had only been able to change one of his feet into a claw. But
his father told him that the Marauders had taken three years to complete the
transformation, and that for him to be able to do that in only a week was
exceptional, so he shouldn�t lose hope.

While his son was busy with his studies, Sirius spent most of his time
planning how to enter pureblood society. It was now January, and that only gave
him until September to contact the pureblood families, since Orion would be
going to Durmstrang for his first year. Thankfully, purebloods loved to mingle
in prestigious events and parties, and the winter social season was always held
in Moscow, therefore, many of the pureblood families must have already arrived
to the city. Now, he just needed to get invited to their gatherings.

Much against his will, he wrote to his cousin Narcissa. He knew that his
son would benefit from an allegiance with the Malfoys. They were one of the
most high-regarded pureblood families, and while he despised Lucius Malfoy, he
acknowledged that the man was a powerful wizard with many useful contacts in
England.

Furthermore, Malfoy had been an Inner Circle Death Eater, so he held
valuable information. Sirius had to tread very carefully, since the Malfoys
knew he had never betrayed the Potters, but he was confident in the knowledge
that Lucius Malfoy would not pass the opportunity of making an alliance with
him; since as Head of the Black House he held a lot of power, prestige, and
fortune. Not to mention, that he could cast Narcissa and her son out of the
Black family, if he so desired.

When he had escaped from Azkaban, before meeting Orion, he was bent on
revenge, and had planned on disinheriting Bellatrix and Narcissa from the Black
line. That would have certainly hurt those prideful women. He had looked
forward to the moment in which Bellatrix would find out; how she would rage and
shriek...

During his first months at Azkaban, he had taunted her and made her
bluster and splutter angrily, which was quite easy. He couldn�t see her cell,
but her rages were always audible. But as the years passed, he had heard less
of her. He was quite certain that she had become even less sane than she
already was. During his childhood, he had despised her, while mildly liking
Narcissa. Bellatrix was powerful and clever, but she was vicious and cruel, and
when he got sorted into Gryffindor she had made his life impossible. After
running away to live with James and his parents, he had never seen her again,
except in battle. She was always around Voldemort, groveling to him like the
pathetic little Death Eater that she was.

Sirius
sighed and carded his fingers through his hair. It will be very hard for him to
conceal the contempt he felt for them. But he had to try, for his son�s sake.

He
finally wrote to Narcissa, saying that he wished to heal the breach between the
families because, since his escape from Azkaban, he was the Head of the Black
family and he wished to take his place in society. He told her about his
resentfulness towards Dumbledore, and that during his incarceration in Azkaban,
he had a lot of time to think about his life and the choices he had made as a
young man. He explained that he understood now that as a Black, he couldn�t
turn his back to his heritage, and that he had long learned to embrace it; now
wishing to set his life on track for the sake of his son. He briefly mentioned
how he had found out about Orion�s existence when he got out of Azkaban, adding
that he wanted to give his heir what was rightfully his. He knew that Narcissa
would soften at that. If there was anything she was good at, was being a
mother. She had always cared deeply for her baby.

After
sending his letter to Narcissa, he wrote to other Slytherins he had known from
Hogwarts. He was wondering if he should write to Remus as well. He longed to
see his good friend, to explain himself, and see how Remus was faring. But
Remus had always been Dumbledore�s man and he didn�t want Dumbledore knowing
that he was trying to make contact with Remus. Therefore, he decided to
postpone the letter for some other time.

Sirius
had also started Orion�s flying lessons, and much to their shared amazement,
the kid took to the broom as if he had been born on it. His son's lithe body
and quick reflexes made him an excellent flier.

Those
lessons were his favorite part of the day. They would laugh and race each
other, and when he looked at Orion, he felt such a strong feeling of pride and
love, that it made him grateful for having the opportunity of living and
sharing his life with his son. He had thought that his life had ended after
Lily and James were killed, but now, he saw how wrong he had been. His son had
given him back a reason for living, and he treasured every single instance of
their new life together.

Orion was
seated at the library, reading 'Nonverbal Spells that will make your Enemies
Tremble', while fingering the locket that hung from his neck, when he heard his
father coming into the vast, oval room. He hastily tucked the locket under his
shirt. He hadn�t told his father about the locket yet because he feared that it
would be taken from him, probably being told that a Slytherin heirloom was too
dangerous to keep around. But he loved the locket, it was his treasure. He
always wore it, and loved to feel the strange power of the locket tingling
against his chest.

�Orion, I
have received a letter from Narcissa,� said Sirius, as he sat across from his
son.

He had
already told Orion everything he could about the Malfoys, to prepare him for
the encounter, but many things could still go wrong, and he was slightly
worried.

�They
arrived a week ago to Malfoy Manor in Moscow, and the social season is about to
begin. The first gathering will be at their manor and we are invited to attend.
I have already taught you the pureblood protocol, and we bought you several
formal robes, so we are quite ready. This first gathering will be very
important. You have to behave like the Black Heir and you will need to keep a
cool fa�ade. You might hear many things you will not like but you cannot react
to it. Both you and I have a role to play, and it is vital for you to fit in;
they can never suspect who you really are. I�m sure they will ask a lot of
questions about your childhood and your mother, so be ready.�

�Yes,
Father, I already know what to say," said Orion with confidence.
"Don�t worry.�

He truly
felt he was ready. This was going to be his chance to make friends with
pureblood children and it was going to be his introduction into pureblood
society. He had already read about the most important families, and knew how to
behave, and what ideals to spout.

Sirius
smiled. His son was clever, he had no doubt in that Orion could act the part.
Though it troubled him what the Death Eaters could say about the Potters and
Voldemort. He didn�t know how it could affect Orion. The child was usually very
calm and composed but Death Eaters were known for their crudity.

He leaned
forwards and stroked Orion's hair. �Very well, I know you will have no
problems, young pup. And I�ll be there with you at all times, so we will
manage.�

Sirius
looked into his son�s beautiful emerald eyes. Slowly, he stood up and pulled
Orion into a hug.

�I love
you, you know. I never told you before, but you are a wonderful boy and you
make me proud. I never expected to have a son, and after your mother died, I
felt that my life was over. But now�� He paused and then continued, his voice
shaking with deep emotion, �You are the light of my life, my reason for
living...�

Orion
felt thick tears running down his cheeks. He knew his father loved him, he
could tell by the looks he gave him and the hugs he received. But no one before
had ever told him that he was loved and cherished.

He
instantly tightly embraced his father back. �I know, Dad. And I love you too.
You are all what I used to dream about. I never expected to have a father. I
always expected to be alone, but you took me in and...�

Orion
broke off, as the sob that had been lodged in his throat threathened to surged
upwards.

�Shh,
shh. I know what you mean," said Sirius softly, tenderly wiping away his
son's quiet tears. "I�ll always be here for you.�

Today was
the day of the gathering. Orion was dressed in elegant, dark green robes, which
made his sparkling eyes stand out, and he was groomed impeccably. His smooth
black hair reached his ears and was elegantly styled. And his posture emanated
confidence and dignity.

Sirius
was wearing rich, dark blue robes and ostensibly wore the Black Head ring. The
last to use it had been his father before his death, and it had been kept at
the Black Vaults in Gringotts. The goblins had sent him the ring when he had
assumed control over all Black properties and vaults, as Head of the Black
family.

When they
were ready, Sirius apparated them to the front of Malfoy Manor. The wards of
the manor had been adjusted to accept the apparitions of the invited guests,
and the front door was instantly opened for them. They were shown in by a
house-elf and they heard loud noise coming from the main salon to their right.
The elf took them to the door and signaled them to wait.

They saw
the elf go in and heard him announce, �The Head of Black House and the Heir.�

Orion
felt nervous and exhilarated. This was it. This was the beginning of his new
life as the Black Heir. He thanked the locket for its calming presence against
his chest, and squaring his shoulders, he followed his father inside.

The
immense room was lavishly decorated and it was filled with richly dressed
wizards and witches greeting each other or sitting on plush armchairs while
they talked animatedly. There was an army of house-elves offering appetizers
and drinks on silver trays, and soft music could be heard in the background.

They were
received by Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy. He had never seen before such a
beautiful woman and handsome man.

She had
long, flowing, light blond hair, held by what looked like diamond pins. She was
wearing a light blue dress, which sparkled with the light of the great
chandelier that hung in the high ceilings. She had delicate and elegant
features, and light blue eyes. And she held herself with pride, while the
smoothness of her moves were a delight to behold.

Lucius
Malfoy was a tall, well-built man, who had long, platinum hair, and was dressed
in rich, dark gray robes. His features were manly and strong, and he had a cold
and arrogant countenance. He held a long black cane, with the silver head of a snake,
which had emeralds for its eyes. It piqued Orion�s interest. He could feel the
magic coming from it, as a tingle on his skin. He suddenly suspected why. The
wizard's wand had to be inside the cane, and it was quite smart of him, since
by always carrying the cane, the wizard would always be able to quickly draw
out his wand, taking anyone by surprise.

Lucius
extended his hand to Sirius, and formally said, �Welcome, Lord Black. I was
delighted to discover you would be joining us this evening.�

�Thank you,
Lord Malfoy," said Sirius, shaking Lucius' hand. "I was pleased to be
invited to your gathering.�
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