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AN: A nice long chapter to thank my reviewers. Let me know if you like
how it�s turning out. Enjoy!

Answering my reviewers:

First of all, thank you for taking the time to review. It helps me to
come up with new ideas.

Now, to answer your questions, Orion will be good at Quidditch but I
won�t give it too much importance. He�ll have greater things to worry about.
He�ll meet Krum but won�t be close to him.

The horcrux won�t take over him but something will happen with it and it
will play a major role.

Orion is going to be dark, but it won�t be overnight. It will be gradual
as he meets more people, forms his own opinions, and starts learning the Dark
Arts.

Orion will be at the Triwizard Tournament but I don�t know yet if as a
participant. It has been done too many times and I would have to change many
things to make it original and other things will be happening. But I might
still change my mind.

Orion will have one or two pairings before getting to the main pairing.
I would like Orion/Voldemort without making it OOC, but we�ll see.

Orion will go to Durmstrang, not Hogwarts, and Draco will almost surely
go to Hogwarts, but they�ll keep in touch.

Chapter 4 � Pureblood Gathering

"Please, call me Sirius,� said Sirius, as he released the wizard's
hand.

Lucius curtly nodded. �Then let me extend the same courtesy and ask you
to address me as Lucius.� He glanced at Narcissa, and added, �I believe you
already know my wife.�

Sirius gallantly kissed Narcissa�s offered hand. �It�s good to see you,
cousin. It has been too long since I had the pleasure of speaking to you.�

�Thank you Sirius. I�m glad to see that you are doing well,� said
Narcissa, with a cold smile on her beautiful face.

She turned to look curiously at Orion, and Sirius saw that Lucius was
also waiting for the introduction with an arched eyebrow.

�This is my son, Orion,� said Sirius, resting a hand on his son's
shoulder.

Orion came to the front, gave a curt nod, and politely said, �I�m happy
to make your acquaintance, Lord and Lady Malfoy. You have a beautiful manor.�

Lucius shrewdly inspected his face before turning to Sirius.

�So this is your discovered son. He has the Black features.� With a
disgusted expression on his cold face, while maintaining his scrutiny on Orion,
he asked, �And you said in your letter that he lived in a muggle orphanage?�

�Yes. His mother was killed when he was a baby and he had no other known
relatives. So he was taken into muggle custody. When I learned of his
existence, I found him in a muggle orphanage and took him with me.�

�Oh, you poor baby. It must have been dreadful for you, living with
disguting muggles,� said Narcissa, her eyes softening as she looked at Orion.

The boy was beautiful and he looked very much like Sirius when he had
been younger. She smiled at the boy, and added, �If I had known, I would have
taken you to live with us. No Black should have been forced to live with such
filth.�

Orion gave her a small smile, since he liked her so far, and he said
quietly, �It wasn�t too bad. They didn�t particularly like me and told me that
I was abnormal, but I knew that I was special and that what I could do wasn�t
bad.�

Lucius clicked his tongue and sneered, �Those wretched muggles, calling
a magical child abnormal. They should be taught a lesson. I�m glad you found
him, Sirius, so that he may be brought up in the proper wizarding way.� He
pierced Sirius with his cold, silvery eyes. �We have much to discuss. I was
intrigued by some of the things you mentioned in your letter. Let me introduce Orion to my son,
so that they can be with the other children, and I will take you to meet some
acquaintances of mine.�

Without
waiting for Sirius' answer, he turned to an elf that was passing by, and
sharply said, �Elf, bring my son to me.�

�Yes,
master,� the little creature squeaked, before disappearing into the masses.

�And you
said his mother was a Valcroix? Are his eyes hers?� inquired Narcissa. They boy
had amazing eyes. She had never seen such a unique hue of green.

Sirius
knew they would inquire about his son�s eyes. Usually all Blacks had some tone
of gray coloring their eyes; it was a Black trademark feature which always bred
true.

�It comes
from her side of the family. She had blue eyes but, I believe, her mother�s
side had that characteristic.�

Which was
true, Veronique�s mother had been a Montcour and they usually had green eyes,
just not Orion�s shade of green. He only hoped no one would make the connection
with Lily. Thankfully, not many purebloods had known her, therefore, he was
certain that the chances were slight.

In that
moment, Orion caught sight of a little boy, about his age, moving towards them.
The boy had to be Draco. He looked like a smaller version of Lucius, though he
could see some of Narcissa�s features in the boy's face. He had short, platinum
hair; pale, gray eyes; and a pointy, thin face.

�This is
my son Draco,� said Lucius, resting his cane�s head on his son�s shoulder.
�Draco, this is your uncle Sirius Black and his son Orion.�

The boy
stood proudly in front of his father and nodded to them. He stretched his hand
towards Orion. �I�m pleased to meet you.�

His
father had already told him that he would be meeting his cousin twice removed,
and that he was to obtain as much information as he could on the boy. He was
intrigued to know more about this boy who hadn�t know that he was a wizard
until recently, and who had become the Black Heir overnight.

Orion
shook Draco�s hand and gave him a small smile. �Me too, I have been waiting to
meet you.�

�Draco,
take Orion to meet some of your friends,� commanded Lucius curtly.

Orion
turned to Sirius. �Father, may I go with Draco?�

�Yes, you
can go with him,� replied Sirius, giving him a small smile.

Narcissa
pecked a kiss on her son's cheek and fixed his hair, much to Draco�s annoyance
and Orion�s amusement. �Go children, and have fun.�

�Let me
introduce you to some people who have been waiting to meet you,� Lucius said to
Sirius. He turned to his wife and said with a sharp bow, �Dear, we take our
leave.�

Draco
took Orion�s hand, and while huffing about clingy mothers, he took him towards
a corner of the room, where Orion could see a group of children talking
animatedly while seated on large, elegant couches.

Orion
could feel the stares and hear the whisperings of older wizards as he passed by
them.

��Black�s
son� living with muggles� escaped from Azkaban� betrayed the Potters to the
Dark Lord� they had it coming� the Potter brat disappeared� said to be living
on the streets� haven�t found him� the little runt must be dead��

At first,
it made him want to snap at them, but then, he smirked when vindictive
amusement settled in. �If they only knew.�

They
reached the small group of children, who, by now, were eyeing Orion with
interest. Draco took the lead and made the introductions.

�This is
Orion, Sirius Black�s son-�

�Sirius
Black? The one who escaped from Azkaban?� interrupted a gangly boy.

�How did
he do it? No one has ever escaped from there,� immediately demanded a pug-faced
girl.

�Let me
introduce him to you before you batter him with your questions,� snapped Draco.
He wanted Orion to feel comfortable. The boy seemed interesting, and he wanted
to become his friend. His father would like that.

�Orion,
these are some of my friends,� said Draco. He turned to a blacked haired boy
with tan skin and dark blue eyes. �This is Blaise Zabini.� He then turned to
the pug-faced girl who had spoken and to a large, ugly-looking girl. �Pansy
Parkinson, Millicent Bullstrode.�

�Theodore
Nott,� he said, turning to the tall, thin boy who had asked the first question.
�Kara Kavsir,� he continued, turning to a beautiful girl with large blue eyes
and long black hair. �Evander Fornax,� indicating a boy with short black hair
and light hazel eyes. �Viktor Vlonski,� he said, nodding at a handsome boy with
long, dark blond hair and chestnut eyes. �Calypso Rosier,� he indicated a small
girl with large black eyes and short black hair. �Vincent Crabbe and Gregory
Goyle,� he said, indicating two large boys who were paying more attention to
the pasties they were eating, than to the conversation around them.

Once
done, Draco smoothly took a seat on one of the sofas in the middle of the small
group of gathered children.

Orion
nodded to each of them and offered a smile. He recognized many of the family
names from his books on the most ancient wizarding bloodlines.

He took a
seat by Blaise�s side, and glanced at them. �I�m pleased to meet you all. Now,
you had some questions?�

�Yes,
your father, he�s Sirius Black?" said Pansy. "The one who escaped a
while ago from Azkaban?�

�Yes,"
replied Orion. "But before you ask, Father never told me how he escaped.
He doesn�t like to talk about it.�

It was a
lie, of course, but he wasn�t about to tell them about his father�s animagus
form. No one should know about that, it could prove useful in the future.

�Where
have you been living all this time?� asked with curiosity Calypso Rosier, her
intelligent eyes inspecting him shrewdly.

Orion
sighed. �I lived in a muggle orphanage.�

Gasps and
discontent mutters broke in the group.

�But you
are a pureblood, right?� asked Theodore Nott, with a deep frown on his face.

Orion
pretended to be offended. �Of course! My mother was Veronique Valcroix, a
French pureblood witch, but she died when I was a baby. I had no other
relatives, so my nanny left me in an orphanage.�

�But if you�re
a Black, why didn�t Draco�s mother take you in?� said Millicent Bullstrode.

�Don�t be
stupid Milly, they didn�t know about him,� snapped Pansy, with a roll of her
eyes.

�No one
knew about me. I was born before my father was sent to Azkaban and then my
mother died," calmly explained Orion. He had practiced the speech several
times until he could say it convincingly. "About a year after my birth, my
mother wrote to him about me, but at that time they didn�t allow letters to
reach Azkaban, so it was sent to the goblins at Gringotts, who managed my
father�s estates and business affairs while he was imprisoned. When he got out,
the first thing he did was to go to Gringotts to check his vaults, and that�s
when they gave him the letter. After a week of looking for me, he found me at
the orphanage and took me with him. And here I am.�

�But why
didn�t your mother tell your father before?� said Millicent, puzzled.

�Back
then, times were very dangerous in England. Father thinks that she didn�t want
me to live here with him, for safety reasons. But when she discovered that he
had been imprisoned, she decided that he should know,� said Orion with a sigh.
�But it was already too late.�

Many of
them nodded but he saw Draco looking intently at him. Orion gave him a smile
and was answered by a small one.

�It must
have been terrible for you to live with muggles," said Draco with a
horrified shudder. "I would have died of disgust if it had been me.�

�It was
horrible. They hated any mention of magic and said I was a freak whenever I did
any spontaneous magic. But I learned to live with it. There are worse things,�
Orion said, unable to hold a small shudder that came from thinking about how
Uncle Vernon had touched him. He saw Draco narrowing his eyes at him, and he
quickly changed subjects, asking the group, �Which wizarding school are you
going to attend?�

It proved
to be the right question to make, since many started talking excitedly about
their prospective schools.

�Milly,
Theo, Blaise, Vince, Greg, Draco, and I, are going to Hogwarts!"
interjected Pansy excitedly. "I just received my letter.�

Draco
rolled his eyes. �I much prefer to attend Durmstrang, where they teach the Dark
Arts. Father says that Hogwarts is a disgrace ever since Dumbledore took charge
as the Headmaster. He went there himself but says that the level has been
dropping since then, because the muggle-loving old fool is becoming senile.�

�So why
don�t you tell him you want to go to Durmstrang?" said Orion with a raised
eyebrow. "I�m going there myself.�

Draco
looked at him in surprise.

�You are?
I thought you would be going to Hogwarts,� he said, trying to conceal his
disappointment. �I have tried. I have begged my mother to let me attend
Durmstrang. Father wants me there, but my mother says that she wants me close
by.�

Sniggers
and chuckles broke in the group.

�You were
always such a momma�s boy, Draco,� interjected Blaise mockingly, with a smirk
on his tanned face.

�I am
not!� snapped an offended Draco. �She�s just too overprotective.� He huffed.
�But now that Orion�s going to Durmstrang, maybe I can convince her to let me
go there.� His eyes lightened at the possibility.

�No,
Draco, you cannot!" cried Pansy. "You told me you were coming to
Hogwarts with me!�

�I�ll go
where I please, Pansy,� snapped Draco with annoyance.

�But we
must be together," retorted Pansy with alarm. "We�re going to get
married!�

Loud
sniggers and laughter broke out, while most boys were trying to smother their
laughs. It was a well known fact that Pansy�s wouldn�t relinquish her hold on
Draco that easily.

�Yes,
Draco," piped in Evander Fornax, in between his stifled bouts of derisive
laughter."Shame on you for abandoning your lovely future wife."

�We are
NOT going to get married!� bit out Draco in anger and embarrassment. Pansy
always had to bring that up!

Orion was
highly amused by it. �Do you already have a little wife, Draco? And here you
were, trying to hide it from me.�

�It�s not
true!� said Draco exasperatedly. �My mom is talking about it with Mrs.
Parkinson, but nothing is set!� He angrily turned to Pansy, and added, �And
anyways, it�s just talks. Nothing is sure until we�re seventeen and many things
can happen till then.�

�But
Draco, you know we are meant for each other!� wailed Pansy.

Evander
Fornax couldn�t take it any longer and he errupted into boisterous laughter,
while Orion sniggered. He loved to see Draco lose his composure. Draco was
turning an interesting shade of red.

�Just you
wait till your father starts planning who you�re going to wed," said
Draco, rounding on Orion. "I hope it�s to a troll!�

�Me,
marry?� said Orion with a raised eyebrow. He laughed. �My father would never
force me into an arranged marriage.�

Draco
viciously laughed. �Surely your father has already told you about pureblood
traditions. You are the heir of one of the most important wizarding families.
Of course you�ll have an arranged marriage, to fortify the bloodline!�

�It
doesn�t matter," said Orion, waving his hand dismissively. "I�m not
planning on marrying anyone. I won�t have the time.�

He didn�t
want to think about that yet. He knew it was a tradition for pureblood families
to start bargaining for a spouse when their children turned eleven. It was a
long, tedious process which usually ended when the child reached his magical
adulthood at seventeen. But he had a lot going on in his life, and he was sure
that a war would come in between, and he would be in the middle of it. He
doubted that his father had thought much about his marriage, and he knew that
he wouldn�t be forced into anything he didn�t want.

Draco was
about to retort when Calypso Rosier looked at Orion searchingly, and quietly
said, �You think something will happen. You said you won�t have the time. So
you�re expecting something to happen. You don�t believe the war is over.�

Everyone
turned quiet and serious. They had all been babies when the war had abruptly
ended, but most of them had relatives who had died or been imprisoned, and they
had heard the tales from their parents.

Orion
could have hit himself for his slip. He had to be more careful, Calypso, at
least, was very astute and perceptive, and Draco wasn�t far behind.

He
replied with caution, �I�m not sure, but it�s a possibility. It certainly had
no closure. Many remained from both sides and the issues which caused the war
haven�t been settled.�

Draco
snorted. �That�s a diplomatic way of saying that they killed many of us and
that they won�t allow us to practice our magic freely. That they forced us to
give up our study of the Dark Arts and call them evil. And that they allow
muggleborns to taint our customs with their disgusting culture, and soil our
bloodlines with their weaker magic.�

Many of
them nodded. Kara Kavsir, who had remained quiet for most of the time, said
with a soft voice, �My aunt was killed in an Auror raid, and my mum still cries
at night. She was only twenty years old when she was killed, and she was my
mum�s only sibling.�

Many gave
nods of understanding.

�My mum
was killed when I was a baby," said Calypso quietly. "She fought
against Aurors who were trying to raid our manor, and my uncle also died,
trying to protect her."

Orion
turned to look at her. �Your uncle who died, was he Evan Rosier?�

Sirius
had told him that Rosier had been an Inner Circle Death Eater and one of the
best duelers of the time, and that Auror Alastor 'Mad-Eye' Moody had been the
one to defeat him. But he hadn�t known that Rosier had died while protecting
his brother�s wife. He was sure his father didn�t know either. Sirius had told
him a little bit about his battles as an Auror, but had never said anything
about the types of raids that were being discussed now. He wondered that the
Light could take so many lives when they accused the Dark side of being
unscrupulous murderers.

�Yes,"
said Calypso sadly. "My father was out of the country and Aurors came to
raid Rosier Manor because they thought that we kept some of the Dark Lord�s
documents and battle plans there. My Uncle Evan was one of his most trusted
followers and they suspected he was residing with us. When they came in, my
mother flooed me, along with my elf, to my grandparent�s house, and she stayed
behind to help Uncle Evan. I don�t know what happened. My father doesn�t like
talking about it. But I know that Uncle Evan tried to protect her, but they
were outnumbered. They were both killed.�

Her tears
had dried years ago. But she still felt the overwhelming desire to get revenge.
It hurt her to see her father so despondent; left without a brother or wife and
with a small baby in his care. She loved her father dearly but she still saw
that he had not healed.

�I�m
sorry for your loss," said Orion softly. "I heard that your uncle was
a great dueler and powerful wizard.�

He didn�t
know what else to say to her. It amazed him that she would speak so openly
about Evan Rosier�s alliance with the Dark Lord. But he guessed that at
gatherings like this, where there were only dark wizards, such things were
discussed more openly.

Calypso
sadly smiled at him.

�Yes, he
was. Father says he learned everything from him. After the war, my father
became the Dark Arts teacher at Durmstrang. I�ll be going with you,� she said,
trying to stir the conversation away from the painful subject.

Orion
quickly understood what she was trying to do. �That�s great! I was beginning to
think I would be going all alone.�

It made
sense that Calypso�s father had taken a teaching post at Durmstrang, even
though he was a wealthy man. After Voldemort�s defeat, many families had gone
into hiding in fear of retribution. And Durmstrang had opened its doors to many
of their children and some parents who wanted a safe place to live. His father
had told him that Igor Karkaroff had betrayed some when he was taken into
custody by Aurors and he had been granted his liberty, but the wizard had still
helped many by giving them sanctuary inside Durmstrang's impenetrable wards.

�Hardly,
I�m going as well. Kara and Evander too,� said Viktor Vlonski. He had remained
silent most of the time observing the new boy, and he liked what he saw so far.
It would be interesting to have him as a fellow student at Durmstrang.

�That�s
not fair. I�m going to have a serious conversation with Father,� interjected
Draco in annoyance. Many of his friends were going to Durmstrang. Surely his
mother could manage without him nearby!

�No,
Draco," cried Pansy. "You mustn�t!�

Many of
the boys rolled their eyes and looked pityingly at Draco. Pansy was usually a
nice girl to have around, but when she was in the company of Draco, she turned
clingy and unbearable. The poor girl had already assumed her role as Draco�s
future wife and she made it her duty to remind him of it, even if Draco was
right and nothing was settled yet.

�I won�t
discuss it with you anymore Pansy! Think what you will,� snapped Draco, turning
his back to her.

�It will
happen to you�, he mouthed to Orion, who only smirked back shaking his head.

Draco
huffed in annoyance. Why had his mother started negotiations with the
Parkinsons? Why couldn�t Pansy's mother at least keep it quiet? Most of his
friends were going through the same, but their families were secretive about
it, and his friends didn�t know who the candidates were, and the candidates
weren�t told either. But knowing Mrs. Parkinson, he knew that the old hag was
so ecstatic at the prospective of her daughter marrying a Malfoy, that she must
have run with the news of the negotiations and told her daughter and anyone
who�d listen.

Pulling
out of his resentful musings, Draco turned to the group. �Do you want to go to
my rooms? We�ll be more comfortable there and I can show you what Father got me
for my eleventh birthday.�

The group
agreed and followed Draco out of the ballroom. Orion saw his father talking to
a large group of wizards who seemed to be in serious discussion. He wondered
how his father was faring. His was the hardest tasks. Many would be suspicious
of his sudden interest in reclaiming his place in pureblood society.

They took
the grand marble staircase of the entrance, and Draco kept a running commentary
about the Manor and the portraits they kept passing by, which all looked
remarkably like him and Lucius.

After a
long walk and many twists, they reached Draco�s room. It was done in silver and
blue tones and was very large. He had a study with a library at one of the
corners, and a large, ornate, four-poster bed in the middle, with deep velvet,
dark blue curtains. There was an area with a low table and several couches, and
they all took their places there. Orion looked at the ceiling and saw that it
had a magical painting of several very realistic and large dragons, which
chased each other and threw fire through their mouths.

Draco
came to them holding proudly a racing broom. �It�s a Nimbus 2001 and it hasn't
come out to the market yet. My father got it especially for my birthday. I have
been practicing for a while and I want to get in the school�s Quidditch team.
Father said that if I get in, he would donate some brooms for the team. Usually
the school brooms are ghastly.�

Orion
carefully took it in his hands. �It�s very nice. I have a Nimbus 2000 and my
father just taught me how to fly.�

�What
position do you play?� asked Blaise.

�I just
play with my father so I haven�t had a real Quidditch match, but I have played
chaser and seeker," replied Orion. "Though I prefer to be a seeker.�

He loved
to fly and, at first, he hadn�t found Quidditch so interesting, but when Sirius
made him try as a seeker, he was hooked. He loved to fly freely while his
father chased after him. As a seeker, he had the time to enjoy flying instead
of being preoccupied about the quaffle and scoring. He only had to keep his
head away from the bludgers and enjoy his time in the air. He also had very
fast reflexes and a sharp vision, so most of the time he found the snitch in no
time. He usually took his time flying around before looking for the snitch
because he didn�t want the game to end too soon.

Kara
nodded.

�You have
the proper built for a seeker,� she said with a blush.

�Checking
out his body already, my little Kara?� said Evander with a grin.

Kara
blushed even more and Orion gave her a wink.

She
snapped her head to Evander. �Evy, you dolt! I was only saying because seekers
are usually lithe and he does have the body for a seeker!�

�Don�t
call me Evy!� replied Evander in annoyance. He hated that nickname, it was so
girlish. �And I don�t know why you�re saying that. Your cousin is a great
seeker and he is huge!�

�Why do
you like it more? Seekers usually don�t do much,� said Calypso to Orion.

Honestly,
Quidditch bored her. She didn�t see what was so fascinating about it. A bunch
of kids flying around after a stupid ball. Really, didn�t they have anything
better to do with their time?

�Are you
mad? They are the most important player! They are the ones who can win a match
single-handedly!� said Draco excitedly. �I didn�t know you played Orion, we
should get together and practice. I usually practice alone. But I also like to
play seeker. It�s the best position!�

Orion
smiled at his excitement. �Yes, I would like that. Perhaps we could form a
team. How many of you play?�

�I play
beater. I like the violence,� Viktor Vlonski said with a smirk.

�I don�t
play but I think Vince and Greg could make good beaters as well,� said Theodore
Nott, �and I could give it a try and be a keeper.�

Crabbe
and Goyle grunted and Orion assumed that it was their way of agreeing with
Theo.

�I guess
I could be a chaser, but I�m not too good,� said Evander.

Orion
turned to Pansy and Millicent. �Do you play?�

�I don�t.
It�s not proper for a lady to play Quidditch," said Pansy, turning up her
nose. "My mother told me so.�

Millicent
rolled her eyes. Sometimes Pansy had such ridiculous ideas. �I have played a
bit with my brothers. I could be a keeper as well.�

�We only
need more chasers then,� interjected Draco. Then he turned to Blaise. �You
could try as one.�

�No thank
you. I don�t care much for sports. I�ll keep our dear Pansy company while she
cheers for her dear husband,� retorted Blaise with a smirk.

�Fine,
then don�t play!� snapped Draco. Why did everyone always brought that up?
They�re only encouraging the crazed girl!

Orion
turned to Kara, and said with a grin, �You could be a chaser, you have the body
for it as well.�

Kara
huffed. They weren�t going to let it lay down. �Alright, I can try. I like
Quidditch a lot and I have played chaser sometimes with my cousin.�

�Who�s
your cousin?� asked Orion. He had heard Evander�s remark that her cousin was a
great seeker.

�Viktor
Krum," replied Kara. "He�s a third year at Durmstrang and plays for
one of the teams. He�s really good and wants to be a professional seeker. The
Bulgarian team already have their eyes on him, but he�s still too young to play
for them.�

While her
cousin Viktor had quite a reputation in Durmstrang and also a small one at his
home country, most people hadn�t heard of him. But she had seen him in action
and he was amazing. She knew he would become a great seeker someday.

�Great,"
said Draco happily. "I can tell Father and we can play at my Quidditch
field. Most of us are remaining in Moscow until March, so we have time to
arrange many games."

�Fine,"
interjected Calypso. "Now that you all have your little team, perhaps we
could talk about more important things.�

Orion
raised an eyebrow at her. �What do you want to talk about?�

He liked
her. She seemed very smart and serious, and he could tell that she had a lot on
her mind. He felt a certain compatibility towards her.

�About
your views on the war,� said Calypso straightforwardly.

�Not that
again!� whined Pansy.

Viktor
Vlonski turned to them with a serious expression on his face, and asked the
group, �Do you honestly think the Dark Lord is gone forever?�

Everyone
became silent and grave.

�I don�t
know," said Calypso with a thoughtful frown, "but I think it�s
unlikely that he was so easily defeated.�

She had
asked herself that question many times. She knew that if the Dark Lord
returned, her father would go to him. He hadn�t been a Death Eater before, but
she knew that now, with his brother and wife so brutally killed, he would feel
the need for revenge and she understood it. She didn�t know much about the Dark
Lord, but agreed on many of the things he believed in.

�From
what my father has told me, it�s possible that he will return,� interjected
Draco. �Father says that he was one of the most powerful dark wizards to have
lived, and he was Slytherin�s Heir as well!�

Viktor
nodded and whispered secretively, �I have also heard that he was immortal. That
he did things to himself to be unbeatable.�

His
father, though not a Death Eater, had been a supporter of the Dark Lord, and
greatly admired the wizard. And rumors always milled around about the Dark Lord
and his powers.

Orion was
very interested in hearing their opinions; they reflected what their parents
knew, and he needed to know more.

�But he
was beaten by a mere baby,� he said. �If he�s so powerful, how could that be?�

Draco
snorted. �Father says that it was an elaborate scheme of Dumbledore�s. There is
no way that a baby could�ve defeated the Dark Lord.�

�But he
did. Harry Potter survived with a mere scar on his forehead and the Dark Lord
died,� said Calypso quietly. It had always intrigued her how that could�ve happened
and it still perplexed her.

�It could
have been a magical accident," retorted Draco. "Nobody knows what
happened that night. But I doubt the Potter baby had any specials powers that
saved him. It must have been an accident."

Blaise
snorted. �Come on, Draco. I have heard you many times yapping about the
incredible Harry Potter and how he must be a powerful wizard.� He shot Draco a
smirk, and added mockingly, �And how you longed to meet him.�

�I didn�t
say that I longed to meet him!" snapped Draco in embarrassment. "I�m
just curious about him, that�s all.�

He was
truly fascinated with the tale of Harry Potter and how he defeated the Dark
Lord. He did believe that the boy had to be someone special and that perhaps he
could be his friend, but he wasn�t about to admit that to anyone.

Orion
smiled at Draco. �What were you planning on telling him if you met him?�

�I don�t
know," said Draco, scowling at him. "I just think that he could have
been someone interesting to meet.�

�That�s
the understatement of the year," said Viktor Vlonski. "Almost
everyone wants to meet him. Everyone wants him on their side.�

�True,�
said Calypso, �Dumbledore wants him to be the Light�s hero and we want him to
understand us.�

Orion
turned to her. �Not to use him as your tool? Not to make him the Dark Lord�s
servant?�

Calypso
frowned. �I guess there�re some dark wizards who would like that, but I simply
don�t want him to be a bigot against the Dark Arts. It�s hard enough as it is,
we don�t need more people turning against us. He should be free to make his own
choice in the war. Without being manipulated into one side. But I wished that
he could, at least, understand us.�

Orion
smiled at her. Yes, he liked her very much indeed. She remained quite impartial
considering that her family had been killed by the Light side, and she seemed
to honestly want to give Harry Potter a chance.

Draco
frowned at Orion. He had seen him smiling often at Calypso and his interest in
her. Why was Orion paying so much attention to her? Orion was his cousin and
should be vying for his attention!

�But it
doesn�t make any difference, does it?" interjected Theodore Nott.
"The boy is lost now, and if Dumbledore gets him, there�s no way he can
escape from the role they plan for him."

�Yes, but
they haven�t found him," piped in Kara Kavsir. "They say he could be
dead.�

�I don�t
think he is," said Calypso quietly. "But something else bothers me.
Why did he run away from his caretakers? Who was he living with and what
happened to make him run away? Why wasn�t he brought up by a wizarding family?�

�I don�t
know," said Draco. He had wondered the same thing many times. "Father
says that Dumbledore was the one to take him into custody, and that the old
coot decided where he should go. Nobody knows who he was living with.�

�There
isn�t much we know about him and it�s all very tedious,� said Pansy with a
sigh. �We should talk about something else.�

Calypso
remained quiet in her musings, while the rest continued with their small
chatter.

Evander
and Viktor started telling Orion the few things they knew about Durmstrang, and
Draco went to fetch the other present that his father had given him, to show it
to his friends. He was extremely proud of her and wanted to show her off.

A moment
later, Draco brought a large basket with him and approached the group.

�You
infernal hatchling. If you continue to bounce me like that I will bite you to
sssee how you like it!�

Orion
heard the hissing voice and glanced around the room to discover the source. No
one seemed to have noticed.

Draco sat
with the basket next to Orion.

�Just
put me down and let me out! Why sssshould I had to be given to ssssuch a young
inexperienced masssster?�

Orion's
eyebrows shot to his hairline. It was coming from the basket!

Draco
opened the basket and took out a beautiful silver snake.

�It�s an
ashwinder, magical bred and modified, so she doesn't die if she ever lays
eggs," said Draco proudly. "I named her Sylvana. Father gave her to
me and told me that I would surely be in Slytherin House, and that as a proper
one, I should have a snake familiar, even if I�m not allowed to bring her to
Hogwarts.�

Many of
his friends were looking at her with interest. And he saw Orion petting her.

�What
kind of sssnake are you? I didn�t know assshwinders could sssspeak to
wizardsss,� Orion asked the snake with curiosity.

Many in
the room gasped.

Sylvana
reared her head to look at the boy in surprise. Her master had taken her to a
parselmouth! At last, a worthy new master! She tasted the boy with her tongue.

�I
like you, young hatchling. Can you be my massster now? I don�t like the other
one; he doesssn�t know how to take care of me.�

Orion
turned to look at his friends. They were looking at him in wonder and surprise.

�What?
Why are you looking at me like that? I�m not taking her away from you Draco,
regardlessss of what ssshe sayssss.�

Draco
jumped from his seat in surprise, throwing the basket and snake to the floor.
He thought he hadn�t heard right at first, but this confirmed it!

�You�re a
parselmouth!! Why didn�t you tell us?�

�What
are you talking about?� said Orion, with wide eyes.

�You�re
doing it again! You�re speaking parseltongue!� cried Draco, in great agitation
and excitement.

�Merlin�s
beard, I�ll bring some of the adults,� said Pansy quickly, before dashing to
the door.

Orion
stood stock-still. Of course! That�s why he was the only one paying attention
to what she had been saying. After reading about Slytherin and his bloodline,
he knew what a parselmouth was, but had never suspected that he was one
himself! How could that be? He had no Slytherin blood in him. And what a fool
he had been! This isn�t the sort of thing he wanted others to know.

�Too late
now�, he thought with a groan.

He turned
to Draco, who was looking at him in wonder and excitement, and said quietly, �I
didn�t know. I have never met a snake before. I thought she was a special kind
of ashwinder that could talk to us. I thought you understood what she was
saying!�

Viktor
Vlonski looked at him with wide eyes. �This is incredible. There hasn�t been a
parselmouth in decades! The Dark Lord was the only known one, and before him,
it had been centuries before there was another.�

Calypso
was piercing Orion with her large black eyes. �How could you not know? Didn�t
you hear yourself?�

�To me
it�s like I�m speaking regular English!" said Orion in agitation. He
didn't want anyone to know and that blasted Pansy had left to fetch more
people. "I heard her voice, and to me it was English, as well. I wasn�t
aware I was even speaking a different language!�

�It�s
amazing. Father will be so excited! He had always wanted to be a parselmouth
himself, you know,� said Draco with a grin. He couldn�t wait for his father to
know that his new friend was a parselmouth! It was such a prized ability.
�Everyone will be so envious�, he thought happily.

Orion
groaned, hidding his head in his hands, while Sylvana curled herself on his arm
and hissed comforting words. This was going to be a very long evening.
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