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Chapter List
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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,
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made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Answers to reviewers:

It will be slash eventually. And Orion is interested in Calypso and in
the future perhaps something might happen. He is a boy after all and he will be
with at least one girl, not intimately, before learning that he prefers his own
gender.

The Gaunts were indeed parselmouths but most wizards don�t know about
them so that�s why Viktor Vlonski said that there hadn�t been parselmouths in
centuries before Voldemort. No one really knows about them, the Gaunt family
kept to themselves and were isolated from society. Most thought the line had
extinguished a long time ago.

Orion won�t be revealing his locket to anyone, not for a long long time,
at least.

As for the pace of the story, still many things have to be described and
Durmstrang will be another universe in itself. So the action regarding
Voldemort and the war will not happen until at least his second year, while the
other stuff happens in parallel at Hogwarts.

If I tried to speed it up I would be having a lot of descriptions and
few dialogs. If you prefer it that way let me know, for it�s much quicker and
easier to write but might not be so fun to read for you.

Enjoy!

Chapter 5 - Dark wizards' plea

Sirius was seated amongst a group of dark wizards that would have made
him shudder in disgust in his former life.

Lucius had just finished introducing him to Romulus Rosier, Venerian
Vlonski, Neron Nott, Theobald Kormegov, Richard Parkinson,Xander Fornax,
Arthemius Arlov, Konstantin Kavsir, Algernon Wilkes, Jeremy Goyle, Alexandre
Crabbe, Theodore Travers and Thorfinn Rowle. From those he met he remembered
that Nott, Wilkes, Travers and Rowle had been tried for Death Eater activities
but had been released due to lack of sufficient evidence, added their
allegation that they had been under the Imperius Curse. And he suspected that
the rest had been Voldemort's supporters.

�So, has the blind fallen from your eyes, Black?" said Travers
nastily. "Aren�t you Dumbledore�s little pet anymore?�

Sirius turned to him and restrained from snapping at the odious wizard.
He knew what was coming and was prepared. �I had many long years to review my
opinion on Dumbledore. And the fact that he didn�t lift a finger to get me out
of Azkahban sealed the deal. I won�t support him this time.�

�And why did you support him before?" said Kavsir with interest.
"You�re a Black. Why did you turn your back to your family and heritage?�

Sirius sighed. �I was young. Many of my friends were Light supporters
and I fell for Dumbledore�s manipulations. I must confess that I didn�t like my
family much, and when I was given an opportunity to distance myself from them,
I took it. Even if it meant going against all that I had been raised to be.�

�You were an Auror," said Nott, snorting contemptously. "You
killed many dark wizards and helped in their capture. And now you want to come
back and be one of us?�

�I�ve never killed anyone," said Sirius angrily. "I was an
Auror and I did fight in the battles, but I wasn�t responsible for any of the
killings. In a battle you don�t stop to consider how injured the other side is,
you keep on fighting!�

�But that doesn�t explain your sudden interest in turning sides,�
interjected Rosier calmly.

�While in Azkahban I became disappointed in the Light side," said
Sirius. "I saw and heard many things that made me revise what I previously
believed in.�

He wasn't twisting the truth too much. He had heard many of the
prisoners being punished by the wizard guards and he suspected that they had
also done terrible things to Bellatrix, since she had grown very quiet after
the first months of imprisonment. But at the time, he hadn�t stopped to think
about it. He had believed that they deserved anything that was done to them.
Now, he wasn�t so sure. He still believed they deserved to be in Azkahban, they
were murderers after all, but he didn�t condone the torture of prisoners.

He continued with what he was saying, �And now that I have a son I want
him to know about his family and his roots. I want him to have the chance to
make his own decisions.�

�Did you see some of the Death Eaters that were imprisoned? Do you know
how they are doing?� asked Wilkes. He had many friends that were in Azkahban
and he always felt a twinge of guilt since they were suffering while he
continued on with his life.

�I saw some of them when they first came in," said Sirius,
"and I heard their voices later on. I remember seeing the guards dragging
in Antonin Dolohov, Augustus Rookwood, the Lestranges, Bellatrix, Barty Crouch
Jr., Alecto and Amycus Carrow, Marcus Mulciber, Ian Yaxley, Gerard Jugson and
Antoine Avery. I'm afraid many of them aren�t very sane anymore. The Dementors
take particular interest in dark wizards and they feed from you for a long time
when you first come in.�

Sirius repressed a shudder. He could still hear the screams of the
prisoners while the Dementors fed from their souls. He didn�t think he would
ever forget. His nights were plagued by nightmares from his time in Azkahban.

Many of them shivered at the mention of the Dementors. They were one of the
most feared dark creatures and the mere thought of being their prey made them
shrink in apprehension.

Lucius looked at him with narrowed eyes. �Then how did you survive?
You�ve been in Azkahban for ten years and yet you seem intact.�

�And how did you manage to escape?" inquired Kormegov, with a thick
Russian accent. "No one has ever escaped from there before.�

Sirius smirked at them. �Now, boys, that would be telling. You don�t
expect me to reveal all my secrets, do you?"

�I didn�t think you would," said Lucius, shooting him a cold smile.
"But it�s still very suspicious that you escaped and the other dark
wizards, who know more powerful magic than yourself, couldn�t.�

Sirius barked a laughter. �What�s your theory? That Dumbledore helped me
out? He believes that I was the one who betrayed the Potters!�

�Didn�t you?" said Parkinson, with an arched eyebrow. "I was under the impression
that you were charged and imprisoned for it.�

Sirius
saw Lucius nastily smiling at him. He had to tell the truth in this instance
since Lucius knew that he hadn�t betrayed the Potters and perhaps the other
four Death Eaters knew as well. If he lied now it could be detrimental for him
in the future.

�No, I
didn�t. I was friends with the Potters. As I have already said, I was supporting
the Light. I was imprisoned because they believed I killed Peter Pettigrew. He
was the one to betray the Potters to Voldemort.�

�Don�t
say his name,� hissed Lucius, looking at him with a hard glint in his gray
eyes. �If you�re sincere in your desire to be on our side you�ll have to learn
to respect him and call him the Dark Lord, at least in our presence.�

�I
apologize. I�m not used to calling him that,� said Sirius. He had to be more
careful in his choice of words and play his role better. Lucius hadn�t stopped
scrutinizing every word he said and the wizard was very sharp.

�And you
will willingly support the Dark Lord even when he killed your dear friends?�
said Travers with a sarcastic, acid tone.

Sirius
ignored him and answered for the benefit of the rest. �I�m willing to accept my
heritage and become a dark wizard. I won�t support the Light, but I still don�t
think I can be an active supporter of your Dark Lord. I don�t know much about
him and before becoming one of his followers I would need to be convinced about
his ideals and methods.�

�That�s a
delicate way of saying that you will remain neutral,� said Rosier pointedly.
�The Dark Lord represented our best interests. He was the only dark wizard
powerful enough to be our leader and stand against Dumbledore and his lackeys.
But yet, you�re not convinced. What would it take to convince you?�

�I
understand what you�re saying, but I saw many of my friends die in the war. I
can�t turn my back on that," said Sirius with honesty. "I might agree
with the Dark Lord in some of his beliefs but I don�t particularly like his
methods. I would need to see for myself what his plans are. I won�t condone
mindless bloodshed.�

If he
said he supported Voldemort a hundred percent from the start no one would
believe him and they would be suspicious of his real motives. He had to make it
look as if he had gone through a gradual process before becoming one of his
followers. He still didn�t want to become one, but he thought that in the
future it could be advantageous for him to be a Death Eater, in order to give
his son better information and better chances in the war. He just needed to get
over his scruples.

�Yes, you
supporters of the Light always point fingers at us saying we are mindless
killers and torturers," said Kavsir sharply. "Yet you won�t admit
when you do the same. In a war violence always escalates as both sides tend to
become immune to the horrors and become more cruel and barbaric. But we�re
always accused of being the ones committing insidious crimes when in reality we
simply counter-attack. We can hardly be expected to just defend ourselves when
the other side kills many of our numbers. Of course we will retaliate with
equal or superior force!�

�I
understand your reasoning," said Sirius, while he successfully tried to
remain calm and in control of his temper and rashness, "but the Light
never used the kind of horrific spells that the Dark used in the war. They
didn�t use spells to torture and kill others."

Rosier
viciously laughed. �Are you really that na�ve, Black? The Light may not have
used those horrific spells, as you call them, but that didn�t prevent them from
killing us unscrupulously. And they don�t use those spells because they can�t
successfully cast them and are afraid of the power behind them. They don�t have
the type of magical blood in them to be able to control the dark curses without
being consumed by it. They fear the Dark Arts because they�re too magically
weak to be masters of it. I assure you they used many of their so called Light
curses which had the same results as our spells. And let�s not forget that they
always outnumbered us greatly, so it�s only fair that we use of dark magic
against them. We would be sitting ducks if we only used Light spells to defend
ourselves against their numbers!�

�So
you�re saying that the ends justify the means?� countered Sirius, shaking his
head. �I can�t easily accept that.�

�And why
not if the other side does the same?� said Lucius, piercing him with his cold,
light gray eyes. �Dumbledore manipulates everyone to reach his own goals,
without qualms about who suffers for it. You are a prime example of it. He
never gave you the benefit of the doubt. He used you and when your utility
expired, you were cast away like an old tool. He sent the Potter brat to live with
some muggles who must have tormented the boy enough to make him run away. If he
had truly cared for the boy he would have left him with a Light wizarding
family.�

He
paused, assessing how to best continue. He could see that Black had the
potential of becoming a great ally. Black was a powerful wizard of very old and
powerful blood, but the wizard needed to shed his naivet� about the war and the
Light side. Black might not support Dumbledore anymore but the wizard still
held many rose-tinted views.

Lucius
decided to continue, knowing that Black must care something about the child of
his old friends, and therefore, he could use that to make him see his point.

�Everyone
knows that magical children suffer when they aren�t raised in a home with
magic. The inner magic of a child needs to feed from the magic around them to
develop. If you leave a magical child in a place without magic his magic will
not develop properly; it would become unstable and the child would be magically
weaker. It�s clear that the old coot just wanted an ignorant and pliable boy
for him to mold and easily manipulate. Are you telling me you don�t see that?
That the Light side in all its moral superiority is just as vicious and cruel
as they depict us to be?�

�Yes, I
see what you mean,� said Sirius, with a frown on his face. �I acknowledge that
the Light side did many reproachable things during the war and that they share
the blame for all the deaths that took place. I already know that Dumbledore is
not to be trusted and I wouldn�t support him after what he did to Harry and me.
His motives are doubtful at best. But it doesn�t follow that if I don�t support
Dumbledore I must support the Dark Lord. As I said before, all your arguments
are valid but I cannot conscientiously follow someone without knowing what his
true plans are. And you haven�t informed me about it either. Moreover,
something that you missed to point out is that the Dark Lord started the war in
the first place. He was the one to start the violence.�

�What
else did you expect him to do?� interjected Fornax sharply. �He saw how the
wizarding world was turning out and he wanted to change it for the better. He
was the only dark wizard powerful enough to make a difference. Perhaps you
didn�t experience it enough in your youth, since you ran away from your family,
but we were living in a silent repression that had lasted many centuries.�

The
wizard shook his head and added angrily, �The practice of the Dark Arts has
been prohibited in England for such a long time that many of our children were
starting to lose magical abilities because they couldn�t practice the kind of
magic that they carry in their bloods. Few European countries allow them even
now. Russia is almost the only exception and that�s only because the dark
wizard community is so large here, that the Light wouldn�t dare to wage a war
against them. But they did in all other countries where dark wizards were
outnumbered. Surely you can understand that we have to be allowed to practice
our magic freely for the sake of our children and the future of our
bloodlines.�

�I wasn�t
aware that the dark families were losing its powers,� said Sirius quietly.

Lucius
leveled at him a cold and hard stare. �We have. It�s not something that
Dumbledore would admit, of course. He waves the banner of fighting against evil
in his crusade against us. But the truth of the matter is that the loss of our
powers is our main concern. With them restricting our use of dark magic, and
muggleborns entering our bloodstreams, we get weaker every passing generation.
If we don�t do anything to stop it, we�ll soon have blood so diluted and magic
so weak that we�ll have undone all the hard work our ancestors underwent to
make us stronger and better. Our so called prejudice against muggleborns arises
from our desire to maintain our customs, so that our children remember what we
are; from our need to fortify our weakening dark magic; and from the perils of
muggle discovery.�

�You
asked what the Dark Lords� goals were, and those are it,� said Rosier, looking
at Sirius intently. �He understood our problems and wanted to help the dark
families become what they once were, before the age of fear and prejudice
against dark magic. He was aware of the weakening of our blood and powers and
he feared our extinction.�

�What
about his ideas to kill all muggleborns and muggles?� said Sirius, with a
stubborn expression on his face. �That doesn�t seem necessary if what you truly
want is to fortify your bloodlines.�

�The Dark
Lord had a personal vendetta against muggles,� said Lucius calmly. �No one
truly knows why, besides the known fact that they are a threat to all wizards,
be it light or dark. He mentioned many times that if muggles were to discover
our existence they wouldn�t hesitate in killing us, and that, despite our
magic, we would be too outnumbered to prevent our massacre. His main opposition
against muggleborns is that they allow their muggle families to know about our
existence, thus putting us in danger. But he never thought that we should kill
all muggles. There�re too many of them. He simply wanted full segregation from
them, and muggleborns stood in the way of that.�

He waved
his hand dismissively and added nonchalantly, �His solution was to deny
muggleborns a magical education. It was, perhaps, not the best solution, but it
was the only feasible alternative at the time. If muggleborns weren�t allowed
in our society, or at least to learn our magic, then muggles would remain
ignorant of our existence. But Dumbledore prevented that plan from taking place
by admitting all muggleborns into our community. Therefore, the Dark Lord had
to resort to more drastic measures. But he did plan on finding a better
solution to the muggleborn problem once he took over. Things are too out of
control with the muggleborns, so it was too late for a passive solution. And
even if a solution for the security breach was found, the problem still remains
that we cannot mix our blood with theirs. In order for our children to keep
their dark magic, they need to derive from the union of two pureblooded dark
families. Even if we had children with a light wizard or witch, the power of
the child would be weaker. Our type of magic doesn�t mix well with the light
magic carried in their bloodlines, and even less with the magicless blood of
the muggleborns.�

Sirus
nodded. He knew that the prejudice against muggleborns had its roots on the
security breach they represented. And he agreed that muggles could be dangerous
for them. But he had never stopped to think about the extinction of the dark
families, and thus dark magic, if they bred with muggleborns and light
families. He always thought his parents were mindless blood purists with an
insane and unfounded prejudice against muggleborns. What Lucius explained made
sense but he would have to read about it himself to see if it was a well
founded and researched idea. But that still didn�t give wizards the right to
torture and kill muggleborns and muggles.

�I might
agree with you on some points,� said Sirius quietly, �and I must confess that I
never gave it much thought before. I only saw your prejudice and not the
reasons for it. But now that I have a son who bears Black dark blood, I want
his descendants to be as magically strong as possible while carrying on the
Black bloodline. So I will meditate about what you�ve told me and I will look
into it. Though I understand the Dark Lord�s motives better, as well as what
you stand for, if the war comes, I will only take your side if you refrain from
killing muggleborns and muggles. I see no benefit from it and it only alienates
other wizards from your cause.�

�Yes, we
knew that it was counterproductive during the war,� said Lucius sternly, �but
harsh times required harsh measures. The situation is just as bad now as it was
before. Even worse since we haven�t solved the muggleborn problem and the
opposition against us is very violent and widespread. But if I have any say in
the next war, we will plan better and we won�t do anything that will turn the
tide against us.�

Lucius
remained quiet while he mused over their discussion. Black had pointed out a
valid argument: all muggle torture created more opposition against them. But he
utterly despised muggles and truly believed they were inferior. He had eagerly
participated in some of the tortures. He had only tortured muggles who had done
something to a wizard, but there had been some Death Eaters who liked to
torture muggles just for the fun of it, and the Dark Lord had allowed it. Even
he had found amusement in it sometimes. But it was a good idea to restrain
themselves in order to obtain followers out of the more moderate wizards.

Sirius�
mind was swirling with all the information they had given him and he had much
to discuss with Orion, and much to research if anything of what he had been
told was true. But he wanted to know something which was far more important,
and only these wizards could give him the answer.

He turned
to the group and said quietly, �I appreciate that you have shared with me your
point of view, as well as making it clear where you stand. But we have been
talking as if the next war will come for sure. What makes you think that it
will happen again?�

�You
don�t honestly believe that the great Dark Lord was killed by the sniveling
Potter brat, do you Black?� said Travers with a snide snort.

Lucius
leveled Travers with a cold, menacing glare, which immediately had effect,
since Travers averted his gaze from Lucius and Sirius, and remained quiet.
Lucius mentally clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction. There was no reason to
antagonize Black, they wanted him on their side after all. And he wasn�t about
to discuss his Lord�s plans for immortality. Black seemed honest in his change
in sides but that didn�t make him loyal, and until he wasn�t loyal to their
cause they wouldn�t be spilling their secrets. He was fairly certain that their
Lord would rise again. The Dark Lord had repeatedly assured them of his
invincibility and that he had taken measures for his return if something
happened to him. No one knew which measures, since the Dark Lord silenced them
with a glare and a well placed Crucio to any Death Eaters who were too curious
for their own good. But if someone could manage it, it was their Lord.

Just when
Lucius was about to answer in a way that said much but conveyed little
information, they saw a little girl with short black hair dashing towards them.

Richard
Parkinson turned towards the girl and said angrily, �Pansy, what is it? Don�t
you see that I'm busy with important business?�

Pansy
took time to catch her breath. This was so exciting.

�Sorry
Father, but you must come! Orion� he� well, you must come and see! You won�t
believe me otherwise!�

Sirius
stood up with a worried frown on his face. �Is my son alright? Did something
happen to him?�

Pansy
simply shook her head, almost preening under all the attention she was receiving
from the adults.

�Well,
speak up girl!� commanded Lucius sharply, rising as well. He hoped nothing had
happened to the boy, it wouldn�t be good when he was trying to coax Black to
their side.

Pansy was
completely undisturbed by his tone of voice; she was loving the attention and
making the most of it. Few people ever cared about what she had to say and she
was going to take full advantage of the opportunity.

After
making certain that all the adults were looking at her expectantly �the
exasperated expressions of some of them not bothering her in the least- she
grabbed her father�s hand, and said importantly, �You must come with me.
They�re at Draco�s room. You must see for yourselves. Follow me.�

Lucius
almost huffed in annoyance, but since Malfoys didn�t huff nor did anything so
common and inelegant as that, he simply narrowed his eyes at her. That chit of
a girl! Was Narcissa mad when she started negotiations for her hand? He
respected Richard Parkinson, he was a clever business associate, but Pansy
clearly took after her mother, who was an air-headed pureblood witch that was
only interested in frivolities. He would have a serious discussion with
Narcissa. He wanted someone powerful and intelligent for Draco. The Malfoy
bloodline needed strong magical blood and this girl clearly didn�t cut it.

The
wizards whose children were with Draco followed the excited girl to Draco�s
room. When they entered, they found Orion Black with his head on his hands and
a hissing snake curled around one of his arms; Draco Malfoy talking animatedly
to an unresponsive Orion; and the other children looking in wonderment at
Orion. It was quite a sight to behold.

Sirius
reached his son, and immediately said with concern, �What happened? Are you
okay?�

Orion
lifted his head from his hands and looked despondently at Sirius.

What will
his father say about his ability? Would he be scorned for it? He knew the
others would be thrilled and envious. And he didn�t mind the ability himself.
It was useful and perhaps he could get some books in parseltongue, though they
were hard to find. But his father already had too much on his shoulders and
disliked the Dark Arts, and this was dark magic in its purest form. His father
was trying to be impartial and allowed him to study the Dark Arts, but that
didn�t mean that he will like his own son to have such a dark ability.

Draco
looked at Orion and saw his doubts about revealing his parselmouth ability. Was
the boy mad? If he was a parselmouth he would be crying it to the world and
would rejoice to see all the wizards looking at him with envy and respect.
Orion should be proud of his ability instead of hiding it! He would help him
out.

�Show
them! Show them what you can do, Orion,� he said excitedly.

Orion
looked up at the wizards standing in front of him. There was Lucius Malfoy
looking at him with impatience; he recognized the others as Vlonski, Rosier,
Fornax, Nott, Parkinson and Kavsir, since they shared their children�s
features.

He carded
his fingers through his hair and sighed.

�You
should be proud that you�re a parselmouth, little one,� hissed Sylvana, rearing back her
head to look at him. �It�s an honor to be one and you shouldn�t feel ashamed
of it. It speaks of your power.�

Orion
squared his shoulders. She was right. He was proud of it and his father should
understand that it wasn�t his fault.

He stared
into the snake�s eyes, and hissed sternly, �You�re right, Sssylvana. I�m
proud of it. Thank you.�

He heard
gasps coming from the adults. He looked up and saw his father looking at him in
awe and�was it fear that he saw in his father�s dark gray eyes? He quickly
turned his gaze to Lucius. He didn�t want to see his father fearing him, it had
hurt him deeply. When he saw the elder Malfoy�s jaw drop before quickly
assuming a nonchalant expression, he almost chuckled. His disclosure had been
worth it just to see Malfoy Sr. lose his cool. He glanced at the others, who
were gazing at him with calculating expression in their eyes, while they were
measuring him up.

�You�re a
parselmouth,� whispered Sirius with wide eyes.

Orion
nodded. �I just found out now. When Draco showed us his familiar.�

�You mean
to tell me, Black,� said Lucius, narrowing his eyes at Sirius, �that your son
is a parselmouth and you didn�t know about it?�

Sirius
nodded while he maintained his eyes fixed on his son�s face. How could this be?
The Blacks never had a parselmouth in their line! They would have announced it
to the world if they had parselmouth ancestors. And Lily didn�t come from a
wizarding line. What did this mean?

Lucius turned
his calculating gaze towards Orion. �Well, you are more than you seem, little
Black.�

This boy
was a mystery, the unknown heir of one of the most powerful and ancient dark
families; with a dark ability who many would kill for, including himself; and
young enough to be properly raised and trained. He quickly decided to take the
boy under his wing. He was already working on the boy�s father, but the boy
showed much promise, much more than the elder Black, who already had fixed
ideas. This boy could be molded and could be useful for their cause.

Orion
almost snapped at the condescending tone in Malfoy�s voice, and he could
practically see the wheels turning in that astute mind. He wasn�t about to be
manipulated and used by anyone. If Malfoy thought he could be so easily used he
had another thing coming. But he had to play it cool. Two could play this game.
He could use Malfoy himself. The wizard was powerful and could teach him many
things.

�Yes, it
would seem like it,� said Orion calmly, shooting the wizard a small smile.

Draco
glanced from his father to Orion. Something was going on. He knew his father
would jump at the opportunity of having a closer acquaintance with Orion. But
Orion was too calm considering he had almost panicked when his ability was revealed.
What was going through Orion�s mind?

Lucius
turned to Sirius, and said casually, �You should get him a tutor. Draco already
has one and I can recommend him to you. Your son needs training, and given his
new ability, he would benefit from an early start.�

Sirius,
who was still a little bit shaken but had managed to conceal it, replied
quietly, �Yes, I was searching for a tutor already. I would thank you if you
could give me the references of your son�s tutor.�

�Perhaps
it would be more fun for the boys if they studied together with the tutor,�
said Lucius, who wasn�t about to relinquish his hold on Orion. �Your son could
come to the manor for his lessons, and I have many books about parselmouths
which could interest him. I�m quite interested in them myself and have quite a
collection.�

The
wizard turned to Orion with a raised, inquiring eyebrow.

Orion
could see that his father was faltering about agreeing to the proposal, so he
replied instead, �Thank you, Mr. Malfoy. I would like that very much.�

�Very
well,� said Lucius with a cold smile. �I will arrange it with your father.�

Draco
turned to Orion, and said excitedly, �That�s great! We�ll have so much fun
together!� He puffed out his chest. �My tutor already tells me that I�m far
more advanced than other boy my age.�

�Don�t
boast, Draco. It isn�t becoming,� said Lucius sharply, shooting his son a hard,
cold glance. His son was too extrovert sometimes. Draco needed to learn how to
maintain his calm and poise at all times, without boasting unnecessarily.
Malfoys should always be arrogant and proud but they shouldn�t show it so
visibly, since it opened the opportunity for character attack.

�Yes,
Father,� said Draco with a small voice, but his eyes shone with excitement and
happiness, and Orion gave him a warm smile which made Draco grin.

Sirius
decided to take the reins. He had much to discuss with Orion and his
conversation with the purebloods had reached an end when he saw that Lucius
wasn�t willing to discuss Voldemort�s possible return.

�Very
well,� he said to Lucius. �I will write to you to arrange the lessons. I
believe it�s already late and I should be taking Orion home.� He turned to
address his son. �Orion, make your farewells with your friends.�

Orion
stood up and his new friends gathered together. They agreed to write to each
other and coordinate the first Quidditch match as soon as possible. They would
be seeing each other soon at the following gatherings and dinners that would be
held as part of the winter season.

�Thanks
for everything,� he said to Draco, shooting him a warm smile while he extended
a hand. �I enjoyed my evening very much and I thank you for introducing me to
your friends.�

Draco
shook it and smiled at him. �Thank you for coming. I also had a lot of fun. I
hope our parents speed things up so that we can have our first lesson soon.�

�Me too. I can�t wait,� said Orion sincerely. He had wanted a tutor for
a long time and studying with Draco would be more fun than doing it alone.
Friendly competition always made things more interesting, in his opinion.

�Are we leaving, young masssster?� hissed Sylvana eagerly.
�Tell the other boy to give you the thingsss he bought for me. Particularly the
mousssse toy he bought for me once. The only right thing he ever did.�

�I�m ssssorry, Sylvana, but you can�t come with me. You�re Draco�sss
and I can�t take you away. It wouldn�t be proper. But I�ll be coming to ssssee
you almosssst everyday.�

Draco looked at him with curiosity. �What is she saying?�

Sylvana hissed her disagreement but Orion paid her no mind.

�Nothing, just saying good-bye,� replied Orion dismissively. He didn�t
want to take Sylvana from Draco. The boy had seemed so happy and proud about
her that he didn�t want to ruin that. He handed over a hissing Sylvana to Draco
and bid him farewell.

After Sirius and Orion finished taking their leave to the other wizards
and witches that they had met at the party, they instantly apparated to their
manor, both knowing they had much to discuss.
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