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Chapter 7 � Getting ready for Durmstrang

Following Ragnarok�s plan, Orion told his father that he needed extra
lessons in Potions and that the tutor would be coming on weekends to Black
Manor to teach him. So Orion spent his weeks with Draco in his regular classes,
attending dinners and soirees, and playing with his friends, and used his
weekends to practice his wandless magic with Ragnarok and reading the
parseltongue books that he had successfully copied.

It was already March and he had advanced greatly in his wandless magic.
His lessons with Ragnarok had already ended, since the old wizard only taught
during the holidays, but he could already do all the first year spells and had
much more control on his magic than before. But he still thought that it wasn�t
enough. He hadn�t cast any Dark Arts spells yet, though he had read about them,
and he longed to be able to learn them and cast them wandlessly. But Ragnarok
had refused to teach him the Dark Arts. He said he first needed to learn the
light spells and keep practicing control over his magic before immersing
himself in the Dark Arts, since they required much more powerful magic and
discipline and if he started too soon it would be disastrous for him. So Orion
obeyed him and limited his studies of the Dark Arts to reading about spells in
the vast Black Library.

Orion had finished reading The Bloodlines of Salazar Slytherin.
The author of the book never gave his name but the book had been written in the
1700s. The author had concluded that Slytherin�s line was going to become
extinguished when he died, since he was the last remaining of that line and
couldn�t sire any progeny. The last family of Slytherin�s descent, besides the
author�s, had been the Gaunts which, according to the author�s research, had
died in poverty and not much had been known about them. The author also
mentioned that Salazar Slytherin was rumored to have had a bastard child with a
muggle woman, though it was never proved, and the author thought it was only a
rumor made to discredit the wizard since his anti-muggle ideas were well-known.
Orion had thought a lot about what the book had said. If what the author said
was true, from which family did Voldemort come from? He couldn�t be the
author�s descendant, so that only left the possibility that he was either a
Gaunt or that he was a muggleborn, descendant of Slytherin�s muggle bastard
child, if the rumors were true. He wondered that no one had researched about
Voldemort�s family before. But he guessed that he was one of the few lucky ones
to have a book like this and be able to read it. At the Black Library, most of
the books on Salazar Slytherin�s line only covered until the 1600s saying that
the bloodlines had diluted after that and that they were untraceable. Those books didn�t even mention
the Gaunts. So, was Voldemort a Gaunt or a muggleborn with diluted Slytherin
blood? Orion thought that it would make sense if Voldemort had been a
muggleborn. That would explain the wizard�s knowledge of muggles, since he doubted
the Gaunts would had ever interacted with muggles. They were supposedly very
proud of their ancestry and never socialized outside of their family, not even
with other purebloods. But if he had been a muggleborn, how had Voldemort
discovered that he was Slytherin�s heir? He must have based his descendancy on
something more than just being a parselmouth. Orion couldn�t arrive to a
convincing conclusion.

Today was
the last day of the winter season and Sirius and Orion were at Konstantin
Kavsir�s ball. As usual, Sirius was part of the group of wizards he had been
introduced to at the Malfoys� gathering and Orion was with his group of
friends.

Pansy,
Millicent, Theodore and Blaise had been happily talking about Hogwarts, while
Kara, Evander and Viktor were discussing what they knew about Durmstrang.
Calypso remained quiet when they annoyed her to disclose more information on
Durmstrang and Draco moodily scowled at Pansy whenever she pestered him. Draco
had been in a bad mood these last few days and Orion could tell that the boy
was still very angry at being forced to go to Hogwarts.

Orion
turned to Draco and gave him a warm smile, �Draco, come on. Hogwarts is
fascinating and you�ll have a good time.�

Draco
turned at him glowering, �Yes, but you�ll be going to Durmstrang and you�ll be
learning the Dark Arts. I�ll be stuck at Hogwarts with the old coot and won�t
be able to cast a simple dark arts spell without being removed from the school!
It�s not fair!�

Orion
sighed. He understood his friend. He would feel the same if his father made him
go to Hogwarts. He would hate the limitations that Dumbledore would impose on
him and would resent the fact that he wouldn�t be able to practice his magic
freely. �I know Draco but your father has already promised you that during the
holidays he will teach you the Dark Arts and I�ll write to you telling you all
that I�m being taught. I wish I could send you some of my books but it would be
dangerous for you if someone found them. But when we meet I can show you the
spells and we can practice them together!�

Draco
gave him a small smile, �Will you? Will you write to me everyday and tell me
about all the dark arts spell that you learn?�

Orion
laughed, �Maybe not every single day but I�ll write as often as I can. And I
expect you to do the same. I�m very curious about Hogwarts and I�ll want to
know everything about it!�

�Of
course I�ll write to you! It will be very boring there without you,� ended
Draco in a small voice.

Orion
hugged him tightly and whispered against Draco�s neck, �I�ll miss you a lot
too. You�re my best friend. My first and only best friend.�

Draco
tightened the hug and softly replied, �Thank you. You�re also my best friend.�
Draco released Orion from the hug and said excitedly, �I can�t wait till the
holidays. You�ll have to teach me everything! Don�t leave anything out!�

�Drakey,
you haven�t started school yet and you�re already looking forward to the
holidays?� whined Pansy.

Draco
rolled his eyes, �Yes, I gather that I�ll be learning much more interesting
things during my holidays with Father and Orion than at school. The old coot
should be removed! He�s truly messing with our education!�

�Hear,
hear.� said Blaise and Theodore grinning.

Draco
turned smugly at them, �Father says that he�ll do anything in his power to get
Dumbledore sacked. He�s part of the school�s board of governors, you know.�
said Draco proudly.

Blaise
rolled his eyes, �We know Draco,� and he continued mockingly, �Your father is
wonderful, powerful, perfect, wise��

�The
paragon of pureblood masculinity and pureness,� continued Orion grinning.

�The man
envied by all wizards and sought after by all witches,� continued Blaise
winking conspiratorially at Orion. Kara and Calypso giggled.

�The role
model to all of us, lesser wizards. To be admired and worshipped.� said
dramatically Orion. The rest of the group, excluding Pansy, sniggered.

Draco
smacked Orion�s head. �Well, it�s all true,� huffed Draco in annoyance. Blaise
took any opportunity to taunt Draco but it bothered him that Orion would do so
as well. His father was truly one of the most important and powerful purebloods
and commanded respect and envy wherever he went. And Draco wanted to be just
like him. He didn�t understand why Orion didn�t share his awe for his father.
He knew Orion respected Lucius but he wasn't intimidated by him. And his father
was always asking him question about Orion and his abilities. He had told his
father about their lessons and that Orion was a fast learner but he hadn�t seen
Orion do anything extraordinary. He wondered at his father�s interest in his
friend.

�Of
course it is, Drakey!� said Pansy glaring at Blaise and Orion and petting
Draco�s head, �Don�t listen to them! They�re just jealous. Mother says that the
Malfoys are the most distinguished pureblood family!�

�Get off,
Pansy!� snapped Draco removing his head from Pansy�s clutches. Was he ever
going to be free from Pansy? If she could just be his friend he would like her
so much better. She was always defending him and mindlessly agreeing at
anything he said. It was really annoying!

The rest
just laughed at the pair. Orion turned to Calypso that was looking with
amusement at Pansy and Draco. He had developed a very deep friendship with her.
In every gathering they took their time to speak with each other and they discussed
many of their ideas about the wizarding world. Draco sometimes interrupted them
but soon became bored and left them with their discussions. They had read
almost the same books and liked to challenge each other in debates. Orion had
found out that she was also expecting to be involved in the war since her
father would probably join Voldemort and she wanted to be there for him. She
was planning on being prepared for it and wanted to excel in the Dark Arts. He
agreed and basically told her the same. So they had already agreed on studying
and training together at Durmstrang.

�When are
you leaving?� he asked.

Calypso
turned to him with a smile, �I�m leaving tomorrow. Father wants to spend
sometime at Rosier Manor before returning to Durmstrang. We don�t go there much
and I�m dying to see it again.�

Orion
nodded. It must be hard for Romulus Rosier to return to the place where his
wife and brother were killed, but he understood Calypso�s desire to see the
manor again, to be able to see her mother�s things. �I�m glad for you. I hope
you�ll write to me frequently. I�ll miss our discussions. I�ll be very bored
without your smart remarks. I�ll miss you greatly,� he said smiling at her.

Calypso
blushed lightly and quietly replied, �Thank you. I�ll miss you too. But we�ll
see each other soon at Durmstrang. It�s only five months away.� She enjoyed her
time with Orion above anything else. She liked the others as well but they
usually didn�t take an interest in what she had to say and she had found in
Orion an intelligent and responsive friend with the same interests as her. She
had to admit that she was developing a little crush for him, but how could she
not? He was very nice and gentle with her, had a sharp mind that molded with
hers perfectly and had read as much as her, which was rare indeed. He was also
very handsome and she could see that he would become someone powerful; his
parseltongue abilities already gave him an advantage over others.

Evander,
Kara and Viktor turned to them. �Have you gotten anything else out of her?�
asked Viktor to Orion with a smirk. �She only seems to reveal her deepest
secrets to you.�

Calypso
turned red, �I do not! I�ve told him the same as I did to you. Where Durmstrang
is and how to get there. Information you�ll be getting in your letters soon, so
I don�t know why you keep asking. You know I can�t tell you anything else!�
said Calypso in exasperation.

�Don�t
ruffle your feathers, Caly,� said Evander, �He only said it to see you blush
prettily,� he told her with a wink.

Calypso
huffed, �Fine, but don�t call me Caly or I�ll return the favor and call you
Evy,� she said smirking. She knew Evander hated that name, he always whined
that he was too manly to have such a nickname.

Evander
took her hand and gallantly kissed it. �Deal, my blushing princess. I�ll never
again ruin such a beautiful name as yours.�

Viktor
turned to the group. �So, are you all ready for Durmstrang?�

�Well, we
can�t prepare for much, can we? We barely know anything about it. And they
haven�t sent us yet the list with the books,� said Kara.

�We know
that they�ll teach us the Dark Arts and maybe some of its more obscure
branches,� said Orion.

Viktor
turned to him, �Do you think that the rumors are true? That they teach
necromancy to the older years?� He then looked at Calypso expectantly, which
only caused her to set her mouth into a thin line and give him a scowl.

Orion
replied, �I don�t know but it would be great if they did. It�s the least known
of the Dark Arts and I have read that only some posses the ability to learn it.
But I haven�t found many references in our library.�

Viktor
nodded, �Yes. I asked my father and he couldn�t tell me much either. Just that
necromancers are very few and they never disclose who they are. We might even
know one but would never find out because they would never admit it!�

�It makes
sense. If dark wizards are already looked upon with suspicion and fear, imagine
how necromancers would be treated! Everyone fears them because we know so
little about it and because they supposedly hold a lot of power that only they
can control,� said Orion excitedly. Necromancers were a real mystery to him and
he was very curious about them. Imagine the power that they must have! They
must manipulate earth�s magic directly to open a gate to the spirit world. It was
truly amazing and mind-boggling.

�Well, I
must admit that even I fear them. We know absolutely nothing about them and
their values, and their magic must be the darkest,� said Kara with a shiver.

�You�re
speaking like a light witch,� said Calypso, at which Kara flinched as if deeply
insulted, �That their magic is the darkest only means that they�re more attuned
to their core magic and the true source of dark magic. There�s no reason to
fear them because of that. They�re dark wizards just like us, only powerful
enough to manage that kind of magic.�

Orion
nodded in agreement, �Yes, it can only be a measure of their powers. Maybe
there were more of them before our bloodlines started to weaken. And I don�t
think we should be concerned about their values either. We haven�t heard of any
necromancer that has started killing everyone, have we? They seem to keep to
themselves without bothering the rest. So I see no reason to fear them. Indeed,
they should be respected.�

The rest
nodded while Kara looked uncertain still.

�Well,
there�s no use in speculating anyways. If they teach Necromancy it will be in
the latest years, when we have already managed the Dark Arts,� said Viktor.

Evander
nodded, �Yes, but I wonder what else they teach.�

�I guess
that the regular classes and perhaps rituals or something of the sort. Maybe
blood magic,� said Orion.

Viktor
nodded, �Yes, it could be,� Then he continued more excited, �but I�m sure that
they have a dueling club! I have heard the rumor many times and it must be true
since the graduates from Durmstrang are always very good fighters!�

The group
murmured excitedly at that. �That would be so much fun!� exclaimed Evander.

�What�s
going to be fun?� asked Draco to the group. He had been all this time talking
about Hogwarts with the others and now the two groups were merging back
together.

�That we
will be having a dueling club at Durmstrang,� said Viktor with a smirk.

Draco
huffed, �I�m sure Hogwarts also has one, they couldn�t forget about such an
important thing.�

Orion
tried to difuse the situation before Draco turned angry at having to go to
Hogwarts, �I�m sure you�re right. Dumbledore wouldn�t be so fool as to not
prepare his students for the reality outside the school. Whether in peace or
war, a wizard must always learn how to defend himself.�

Draco
seemed placated, �Yes, I�m sure Hogwarts will have one,� he said confidently,
�and then we can match Durmstrang and Hogwarts by dueling with each other
during the holidays. We could have a tournament of our own!�

The boys,
Calypso and Millicent murmured excitedly about the possibility.

�But
that�ll be so boring! We can do much better things during our holidays, Draco!�
said Pansy.

Millicent
rolled her eyes, �It�s the best way to practice our spells, Pansy�

�But it
isn�t dignified for a lady to duel! My mother told me that only low class
witches would dirty their hands so. Dueling is for wizards!� cried Pansy.

Calypso
snorted, �What exactly is a witch allowed to do then? According to your mother,
a proper witch can hardly do anything except sit at her home sipping her tea!�

Pansy
glared at her and assumed a dignified air, �Perhaps being raised by a wizard
hasn�t given you the proper background for a pureblood witch. I�m sure your
dead mother would be appalled at the education that your father has given you.�

Pansy
barely ended her sentence when Calypso was already standing and shouting,
�Don�t you dare say anything against my father! You stupid cow!�

She was
about to leap at Pansy when Orion quickly intercepted her in a hug and
whispered to her ear, �Don�t listen to her. Your father has brought you up to
be a great independent witch.� Orion cast a meaningful glance at Draco, who
took the hint and pulled Pansy to a side.

Calypso
whispered back, still shaking in anger, �She thinks that witches are only
useful to sit at home, be breeding mares and watch the grass grow! Do you think
like her?� she asked uncertainly.

Orion
calmly replied while he stroked her beautiful black hair, �Of course not! Don�t
pay attention to her. She was raised to be a frivolous pureblood wife. You
can�t compare yourself to her. I know you�ll be a great witch. I�ll be proud of
having you standing by my side in any duel.�

Calypso
turned her head up to look at him, �Thank you. I know you mean it.�

�Of
course I do, Calypso. You�re the smartest witch I have ever met and your drive
alone will make you excel.� he said sincerely.

Calypso
brightly smiled at him.

Soon
after the guests started leaving the party and Sirius came to Orion to tell him
it was time to go home. He bid farewell to his friends with promises of writing
soon and he gave Draco and Calypso tight hugs.

The
months rolled by and Orion was sorely missing his friends. Ares had been
extremely busy flying back and forth with Orion�s letters to Draco and Calypso.
Orion spent most of his time practicing all that he had learned with Ragnarok,
specially his wandless magic. His animagus training was also turning out very
well and he had managed to transform his arms into wings and his feet into
claws. He was having trouble with the head and the rest of his body but he knew
that he would get it soon with patience and practice. He had started reading Dark
Spells for the Unique Parselmouth, which had been written by Seth
Slytherin, Salazar Slytherin�s great grandson according to The Bloodlines of
Salazar Slytherin. But he found that many of the spells were very advanced
and that he couldn�t continue without knowing more about the Dark Arts. So he
postponed reading the last two parseltongue books until his second year at
Durmstrang, hoping that he would have the knowledge required to better
understand the books.

Sirius
had kept busy with his business affairs with the goblins and other purebloods.
Now that he was the Head of the Black Family, he had the duty of increasing
their wealth and acquiring power through business deals. He was doing a fair
job and sometimes took the time to explain to Orion his dealings.

On July
31st, Sirius took Orion to Paris to celebrate his eleventh birthday. They
couldn�t risk going into wizarding Paris so they spent their time in the muggle
side. Orion had loved the city instantly. Sirius took him to the Louvre where
they spent hours looking at old Egyptian artifacts, some of which were magical
objects which the muggles were blissfully unaware of, but not important enough
to make the French Ministry of Magic acquire them. In the evening they went to
the opera and Sirius gave Orion a small ring with the Black crest. He explained
that it was a family heirloom that by tradition was given to the heir of the family
in his eleventh birthday. Sirius had explained that it had been his before he
was disinherited and that it had been kept at the Black family vaults ever
since. Orion had loved it and wore it in the pinky finger of his right hand; he
never took it off. When they reached Black Manor in Moscow, Orion saw that his
friends had sent him presents. Calypso had given him some books that she had
mentioned and that he hadn�t read and Draco had sent to him Sylvana. In his
letter he said that the snake had been in a foul mood ever since they left
Moscow and that he thought that Orion would take better care of her. Sylvana
was ecstatic when she crept out of her basket and saw Orion. He soon became
used to walking around with her snuggly curled around his arm. Sirius had been
a little nervous about the snake at first, but when he saw that the snake
seemed to adore the boy, he became more relaxed.

In
August, Orion finally received his Durmstrang letter specifying the things he
would need to buy for his first year. They bought the books and robes in
wizarding Moscow. Durmstrang�s robes were thick dark burgundy robes lined with
fur and they had Durmstrang�s coat of arms on the right-hand side of the chest.
Durmstrang�s coat of arms was a dark blue shield with a yellow Wyvern, which
was a dragon with two bird-like legs and a barbed tail. He also bought the
short cape for formal occasions and several dragon-hide black boots.

Today was
August 30th and Sirius and Orion were traveling tomorrow to Saint Petersburg,
where Orion will be meeting with Evander, Kara and Viktor, along with the rest
of the first years, to take the ship that would take them to Bornholm. Orion
had everything packed and was currently sitting on his bed petting Sylvana and
thinking excitedly about tomorrow. He was nervous about the sorting. No one
knew how they would be sorted into the different houses. They didn�t even know
what the houses were, or if there were houses at all. Sirius had explained the
sorting hat and Hogwarts� houses to Orion a while ago and he wondered if
Durmstrang would be similar. Calypso had been absolutely lip-tight about it.

Orion
started playing with his locket. He still held it during the nights and still
felt the power coming from it. He had debated a long time when he should open
it. Even Sylvana had been hissing at him to open it and get over with it. He
took it and looked at it. The �S� formed by the snake was continuously moving
and it had a hypnotic effect on him. He decided to open it now: �In for a knut,
in for a galleon�, as the saying goes.

He slowly
opened the locket and looked inside. It had a small portrait of a good-looking
young man in his early twenties with wavy black hair and intense dark blue eyes
that were inspecting him.

�Who are
you?� asked the young man briskly.

Orion was
startled. He hadn�t expected it to be a magical portrait. He had never seen one
so small. But he could see now that the young man was moving and there seemed
to be a room behind him. �I�m Orion Black, who are you?�

�A
Black?� the portrait asked without answering, he seemed to be frowning �You
shouldn�t be able to open me. Only I can open this locket� he said looking
suspiciously at Orion.

�You?
What do you mean? Like the real living you?� asked Orion in confusion.

The young
man glared, �Of course the living me. Now tell me, how did you come upon this
locket?� he asked demandingly.

Orion was
starting to get annoyed. There was no reason for the portrait to be mad at him!
�I�m not telling you anything until you tell me who you are. I�ve already told
you my name, it�s only fair that you tell me yours. Unless you want me to snap
you shut!�

The young
wizard scowled and seemed to be considering something. After a while, he
assumed a calm expression and said, �I�m Tom Marvolo Riddle.�
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