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Chapter List
- 7
- 8
- 9
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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Notes on story:

Hydra: A dragon with multiple heads, generally 7 or 9 heads. If cut off,
the heads would grow back. The Hydra lived in the Lernean marshes, near Argolis
(the region around Argos in Greece). In Greek mythology the Hydra had 9 heads,
and the middle one was immortal. Hercules fought the Hydra with his club, but
each time he knocked off a head, two more would grow back. Finally, he used a
torch to burn off the new heads, and buried the immortal one under a rock.
Arrows dipped in the Hydra's blood were poisonous.

Chimera: Monster with three heads- a goat, a lion, and a dragon (or
serpent) for a tail. The Chimera supposedly breathed fire. In Greek mythology,
it was a female monster killed by Bellerophon with the help of Pegasus. The
symbol of Bellerophon and the Chimera represents the
triumph of good over evil, and may have provided the foundation for the popular
medieval story of St. George slaying the dragon.

Gorgon: In Greek mythology, Gorgons were women who had serpents instead
of hair. Medusa was a gorgon, and anyone who saw her face was instantly turned
to stone. She had once been a beautiful maiden who had been very proud of her
hair, but she dared to compare her beauty to that of the god Minerva. Angered
by this, Minerva turned her into a gorgon, and changed her hair into writhing
snakes. Medusa became cruel, and terrorized the area, turning men and animals
into stone. Perseus was able to sneak up while she was asleep, and using his
shield as a mirror to avoid a direct look at her, cut off her head.

Chapter 8 � The locket & the Chamber of
Whispers

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.�

Well, that�s a very common muggle name, Orion thought, except the middle
name� Where have I seen the name Marvolo before? He was interrupted out of his
musings.

�Well, are you going to tell me how it is that a child like you has my
locket?� asked Tom impatiently.

Orion glared at him, �I�m not a child!� huffed indignantly Orion. He
honestly didn�t consider himself one. He felt he had lived through many things
that had made him mature quickly. The weight on his shoulders of being the Boy Who
Lived and his place in the war only intensified the feeling that he was far too
old for his age.

Tom elegantly snorted, �Come now, boy. You must be like nine years old�

Orion indignantly replied, �I�m eleven! And I�ve never felt like a child
in my life!�

�Never mind,� said Tom waving his hand dismissively, �Just tell me how
you obtained my locket!�

Orion was about to reply when Sylvana peaked her head out of his cuff
and hissed, �Ahh, well done, little massster. You finally opened the
locket.�

�I don�t know why I took the trouble. He�ssss
extremely annoying. I�ll have to reconsssider opening it again,�
Orion hissed back moodily. He heard Tom give a small gasp. Here we go again,
thought Orion. He had started to become extremely annoyed every time someone discovered
he was a parselmouth. They always gasped and looked at him weirdly. He looked
at Tom and saw that he was fiercely scrutinizing him with his dark blue eyes.

�You�re a parselmouth,� he said pensively. Then he asked, �Are you my
descendant?�

Orion stood still. His descendant? Why would he
think� �You�re a parselmouth as well! That�s why you
think we�re related!�

Tom smirked at him, �I am. And that�s the only reason I can come up with
to explain that you were able to open me.�

�Wow! I�ve never met another parselmouth before! Everyone believes I�m
the only one that�s left!� said Orion excitedly. Another one just like him!
Amazing! Perhaps he could teach him some spells!

Tom sharply looked at him, �What do you mean, boy? Isn�t there any other
dark wizard with parseltongue abilities? Think boy!�

Orion snapped at him, �None that are alive!�

Tom paled and Orion smirked at him in sudden realization. Oh, he knew
now what Tom had wanted to know. It was too evident, �You were thinking about
Voldemort, weren�t you?�

Tom whipped his head to look at him fiercely and grunted, �Yes. What do
you know about him?�

Orion calmly regarded Tom. Why was he so interested in knowing about
Voldemort? �Why do you care?�

�Just answer me, you little runt!� said Tom in agitation.

Orion merely raised his eyebrow. He held all the cards here. �First tell
me why you want to know and I�ll tell you all I know about him.�

Tom scowled at him, �I knew him back in my time. I just want to know
what happened to him,� he ended calmly.

�You were one of his followers? What was he like?� said Orion unable to
conceal his enthusiasm. Maybe he could learn more about Voldemort through Tom.

Tom smirked at him, �Why? Are you interested in him?�

�Of course I am! He was one of the greatest dark wizards to have lived!�
exclaimed Orion.

Tom�s smirk widened in amusement, �Was he now? And you want to be just
like him?� he said mockingly.

Orion rolled his eyes, �Of course not. One Dark Lord is enough. I just
want to help him,� said Orion sincerely. He had made the decision of being
honest. A locket that could be only opened by him, according to Tom, assured
him that it wouldn�t be able to tell anyone else about what Orion discussed
with him.

Tom turned serious. �What do you mean help him? Just tell me what
happened to him!�

Orion sighed, �He was killed ten years ago. It was during the height of
the war. He attacked the Potters and when he cast the killing curse on their
one-year old son it rebounded on him and killed him instantly.�

Tom frowned and turned silent. He seemed to be pondering about
something. He turned to Orion, �Why didn�t the spell affect the baby? Did he
have any special powers?�

�Maybe,� said Orion hiding a smile, �Nobody really knows what happened
that night, but the baby survived and Voldemort died.�

Tom smirked at him and quietly said, �Oh, he�s not dead.�

Orion frowned at him, �Most of us don�t believe he is but why do you
think so?�

�Us? Who is us?� asked Tom curiously.

�The dark wizards, of course! The majority believe that he will return
sooner or later and they�re only waiting for him� replied Orion.

Tom gave a true smile that seemed to illuminate his face, �So he still
has his followers?�

�Some of them, yes. Many were sent to Azkahban or went into hiding. They
had a really tough time when he died,� said Orion sadly.

�That will be remedied when he returns,� said Tom confidently.

�But how are you so sure that he�ll return?� asked Orion frowning.

Tom smirked and just replied, �I know he will.�

Orion huffed in exasperation and decided to ask what had been on his
mind, �Were you one of his followers?�

�I was,� said Tom tersely.

�And what happened to you?� asked Orion.

�Oh, I must be living out there somewhere,� replied Tom with a superior
smirk. And then turned serious, �You haven�t told me why you have this locket
and why you�re able to open it�

Orion sighed, �I�m not related to you. I�m a Black and I�ve never seen
your name on our family-tree. I found the locket in our house.�

Tom frowned in thought and looked searchingly at Orion, �Why was the locket
at a Black house?�

Orion shrugged, �I don�t know. Why does it matter so much? Maybe you
gave it away as a present or something�

Tom snorted, �I would never give away my locket�

Orion turned with sharp eyes at him, �And why not? What�s so special
about you?�

Tom�s face turned blank, �Nothing. I just know I would never give it
away. I liked it too much.�

Orion snorted, �Come on, do you really think I�m that stupid. You�re no
regular locket. I can feel the power coming from you.�

Tom regarded him seriously, �Can you?�

Orion looked at him expressionless, �Yes, I�m always able to perceive
the magic around me.�

�Hmmm, and you�re a parselmouth and you�re able to open it. Though
you�re a Black.� said Tom eyeing him with curiosity.

Orion merely nodded. He was thinking about what Tom had told him. He had
been a follower of Voldemort and seemed to know about him and he had had
Slytherin�s locket�and was named Marvolo�and a parselmouth as well�.Orion
gasped and turned his eyes to look at Tom. �You�re a Gaunt!� he exclaimed, �The
Gaunts used the name Marvolo occasionally to name their sons and they were
parselmouths and you had Slytherin�s locket. You�re a Gaunt and must be related
to Voldemort!� he said victoriously.

Tom raised his eyebrows in surprise. How could the little boy come so
near the truth? At first he had considered the boy an impudent brat that had
luckily found his locket somewhere and had been able to open it by accident. It
had greatly concerned him that the locket had been taken from its safe place. But
then the boy turned out to be a parselmouth, powerful enough to sense the dark
magic of the locket. It had been clear to him that the boy was special somehow
if he could open the locket as well. According to the boy they weren�t related
but then why could he open it? And then the boy was able to piece together the
small pieces of the puzzle and reach the conclusion that he was a Gaunt related
to Voldemort! He would have to be careful with what he said or the boy could
easily discover that he was a part of Voldermort himself!

Orion had kept on ranting, �But why would you call yourself Riddle? Why
didn�t you keep the Gaunt name?�

Tom scowled at him and snapped, �That�s none of your business.�

Orion looked at him speculatively, �And you have a muggle name�You�re a
halfblood!� he said in sudden realization, �I never thought the Gaunts would
mingle with muggles! So my theory was correct! Voldemort must have been a Gaunt
as well! And he was a halfblood too! That would explain everything!� he said
excitedly.

Tom glowered at him. The boy was too smart for his own good. He had to
keep him off track, �Voldemort wasn�t a halfblood!� he said indignantly, �I
admit that I�m a Gaunt and a halfblood but he was a pureblood!�

Orion cocked his head to a side, �Then how are you related?�

Tom calmed himself, �He was a distant cousin.�

Orion looked at him suspiciously, �What was his real name?�

Tom snarled, �I don�t have to tell you. You have pestered me enough with
your questions!�

Orion flinched. He had been so excited that he hadn�t thought that he
was being inconsiderate towards Tom. He wanted Tom to like him, he could tell
him more about Voldemort and he felt he could be honest with him. �I�m sorry�
he said in a small voice, �I didn�t want to upset you. But I�ve always been fascinated
by Voldemort and I just wanted to know more about him. But I won�t ask
questions that you don�t want to answer.�

Tom sighed warily. He needed the boy on his side, he was in his hands
after all, and the boy was very promising. And he had to bid his time until his
other self obtained a body. He had to be alive somewhere if the locket still
existed. Perhaps he could concede a little bit, �Look, I don�t like to discuss
Voldemort�s background. I�ll just tell you that he was a Gaunt, you have
uncovered as much after all. And he was a distant cousin. I�ll make you a deal,
you tell me about all that happened in the war and to Voldemort and I�ll tell
you more about him.�

Orion smiled at him, �Very well, it�s a deal.� Orion gave a small yawn,
�But we�ll have to continue another day. It�s very late and tomorrow I�m going
to Durmstrang!�

�A wise choice. But why didn�t you go to Hogwarts?� asked Tom.

Orion snorted, �And be under Dumbledore�s thumb? No thank you.�

Tom laughed lightly at that, �I see that we share the same opinion on
him.�

Then he asked gravely, �So the old man is still alive?�

Orion looked at him, �Yes, he is. Did you know him? Did you attend
Hogwarts?�

Tom just grunted with resentment, �Yes, I knew him.�

Orion decided not to press the matter further. �Good-night Tom, I�ll see
you soon.�

�Good-night Orion,� whispered Tom as Orion closed the locket.

He hung it on his chest and soon peacefully fell asleep.

The next day Sirius and Orion apparated to wizarding Saint Petersburg
and they were currently surrounded by a sea of children with parents seeing
them off. There was a great old ship docked waiting for the first years to
board and the line had already formed.

Orion was looking through the crowd and he had already caught sight of
Evander and Viktor.

Orion turned to his Sirius, �Father, I can see my friends. I promised
them I would find them so that we boarded together.�

Sirius sighed. The time had come to make their separate ways and he was
a little bit concerned about how Orion would change once he started studying
the Dark Arts at Durmstrang. He had been telling himself that it was the best
option but he still felt uneasy about the whole thing. If only he could�ve
convinced Orion to go to Hogwarts. He had mentioned it briefly to him and Orion
had adamantly refused and had never wanted to discuss it again.

Sirius tightly hugged his son and said, �I want you to write to me often
and tell me if you have any problems.�

�Yes, Father. Don�t worry. Everything will be fine�, murmured Orion
against his father�s chest.

Sirius gently stroked his head, �I know. It�s just that I won�t be
seeing you for four months and I�ve grown used to having you around. I will
miss you.�

Orion tightened the hug, �I�ll miss you too. But we�ll see each other on
Christmas. I�ll be coming to Black Manor and we�ll spend all our time
together.�

Sirius nodded, broke the hug and said grinning, �Well, have a lot of fun
at school and write to me if you want to prank one of the teachers. I can give
you excellent ideas.�

Orion rolled his eyes and smiled, �I�ll doubt that I�ll have time for
pranking but if I get the urge I�ll be sure to plan it with you.�

Sirius exclaimed with a horrified mock expression, �There�s always time
for pranking!�

Orion smiled and reached to kiss his father lightly on his cheek, �Take
care, Father. And promise me you�ll tell me about how you�re doing with the
purebloods.�

Sirius smiled back, �It�s a piece of cake. But don�t worry, I�ll tell
you all about it. Well, go on, your friends are waiting.�

Orion hugged him quickly one more time and placed Sylvana around his
neck, since she had told him she had a better view from there. He took his
trunk and Ares� cage and went to meet Evander and Viktor.

The sea journey lasted two hours and Viktor, Evander, Kara and Orion had
spent the time playing exploding snaps in one of the ship�s rooms. There were
about thirty first years and they had all formed little groups and were playing
or talking in different tables.

When they finally reached Bornholm, an old witch received them and
organized them into carriages that took them to Durmstrang. They had met with
Calypso on the landing and had taken a carriage with her. When they reached the
school, Orion was in awe. Durmstrang was a very old dark medieval castle with
innumerable towers and extensive lands. He instantly felt the magic of the
castle tingling on his skin and he had never felt such a concentrated power
emanating from a single place before. All the first years were animatedly
talking to each other discussing the castle and what little they knew about it.
Orion heard one of the boys say that supposedly it had been founded during the
age of Merlin and that it was one of the oldest castles in existence, much
older than Hogwarts. Soon, the great wooden doors opened and a middle-aged
black-haired wizard with a severe expression strode towards them.

�Welcome, children. I�m Master Devon Kragen, Durmstrang�s Potion Master.
Follow me into the Great Hall and we�ll get you sorted. Leave your things
behind, the elfs will take them to your chambers once you�re sorted.� he said,
while turning around to go back into the castle.

The children nervously followed him into the Great Hall. When Orion
entered he saw that the it was a huge square room with an impossibly high
arched ceiling that seemed to glow with a golden light. There was a grand round
table raised on a platform in the middle of the room that seemed to be occupied
by the teachers. Surrounding it were seven ring-like tables each one large than
the previous one where each year was seated. He could see that the one nearest
to the teacher�s table was empty, indicating that it was the table for the
first years. He could distinguish three slightly different types of robes in
the sea of students. The only difference in their uniforms was the crest on
their left-hand side chest.

All the seated students were watching them and Kragen took them to the
right and stopped in front of a solid black door. Kragen turned to them, �This
is the Chamber of Whispers. You have to go inside individually and listen to
what the voices tell you. They�ll let you know to which Order you belong and
when you come out I�ll place your crest on your robes and you may take your
seat at the first years� table.� And with that he took one of the girls next to
him and slightly opened the door and pushed her inside. A few moments later she
came out with a pale face and whispered something to Kragen. Kragen nodded and
tapped her robes with his wand and a bronze crest with the face of a Gorgon
appeared on her robes. She quietly went to sit at the first ring table. Each of
the following students went through the same and the others waited quietly for
their turn. No one dared to utter a word.

Calypso, Kara, Evander and Viktor had already gone before Orion and he
had seen that Calypso and Viktor had been given the golden crest with the
figure of a Hydra and Kara and Evander the silver one with the figure of a
Chimera. It was finally his turn and Kragen took his arm and pushed him inside
the room without a single word.

Orion stood in the middle of a small dark circular chamber surrounded by
solid black pillars and there were black veils hanging from the walls, whirling
through the air. He could hear low whispers coming from everywhere and he just
stood still waiting for something to happen. He could feel something in the air
and got sight of several white transparent forms whirling around him. The hairs
on the back of his neck were standing and he was starting to get nervous. Then,
he heard the voices. They were barely audible and he strained his ears to hear
better.

�He�s the one� whispered a male voice.

�Can�t be, it�s too soon. They haven�t planned his coming for several
more decades�, said an earthy female voice.

�They aren�t aware of it, but it�s him. I can feel it�, the male voice
replied.

The female voice replied in agitation, �What have they done? It�s too
soon!�

�I don�t think they did it on purpose. Something changed, something else
happened,� whispered the male voice.

Orion could barely hear them but wondered what they were talking about.
All of a sudden, two shapes materialized in front of him. They were ghost-like
white shapes that floated in the air and he could distinguish that one was a
petite older woman with long dark hair and dark eyes. The other one was a
well-built man, younger than her, with similar features and a fierce
expression.

The woman addressed him first, looking directly into his eyes, �We have
been waiting for you. But you�re something else, something unexpected...�

�What do you mean?� asked uncertainly Orion with a frown.

The woman was about to say something when the man sharply interrupted
her, �Hush, Mother. It�s not time yet.� He then turned to Orion, �Tell your
professor that you belong to the Hydra Order,� he said and started to fade.

�Wait! Who are you?� said Orion reaching out a hand, as to prevent the
man from leaving.

The man turned towards him with a scrutinizing glare but remained
silent.

The woman turned to Orion and thinly smiled at him, �You�ll find out
when you find us�.

They both started to fade and Orion quickly said, �Find you? What do you
mean? I don�t understand,� he said in exasperation. But he was too late. They
were gone.

Orion stood in the middle of the chamber trying to understand what had
happened. The veils laid flat against the rock walls and the chamber was
completely silent. They had definitively left. What had they been talking
about? They were spirits or something of the sort, how could he find them? What
did she mean by saying he was something unexpected?

Orion shook his head and stepped out of the chamber. Kragen was scowling
at him and said, �You took a long while�

Orion didn�t bother to comment and just said, �I�m a Hydra.�

Kragen looked at him with a frown before tapping his wand on his robes
and a golden crest with a seven-headed Hydra was placed on his robes.

Orion walked to his table and sat between his friends. The hall was very
noisy now, a sharp contrast with the chamber and he was still a little bit
dazed from the experience. He would have to think about what the voices had
said, particularly what they said before they appeared before him.

Calypso elbowed him, �Orion, are you alright?�

He turned to her, �Yes. What did they tell you?� he asked.

�That I was a Hydra,� she replied, �Just like you it seems.�

�Nothing else?� he asked and she shook her head, �Who are they? I
couldn�t recognize them.�

Calypso frowned at him, �What do you mean you couldn�t recognize them?
They�re only voices that decide to which Order you belong�

Orion tensed and whispered urgently, �You didn�t see them?�

Calypso�s frown intensified, �See them? No, they�re just voices, Orion.�
She looked at him sharply, �What did you see?�

Orion just shook his head, �Nothing.�

She was about to retort when the hall went silent and they saw a
middle-aged man with dark grayish hair and a short beard in the teacher�s table
get up. All the students turned to listen to him.

�Welcome back for another year of magical education and welcome first
years to Durmstrang. I�m Headmaster Karkaroff and now that you have been sorted
the Master of your Order will be giving you your schedules after dinner. Each
Order represents different abilities, magical blood and power level. The Hydras
will be learning the darkest branches of the Dark Arts and some classes are
only taught to fifth years onwards and you�ll be tested to see if you have the
magical capacity of mastering them. Hydras aren�t allowed to discuss the
classes specific to their Order with anyone outside their Order. You�re
forewarned,� some protests could be heard coming from the first years of the
other two Orders but the glare Karkaroff sent them soon made them stay silent,
�This is done for your protection. The Dark Arts are very powerful and some
can�t be studied by those who don�t have the power and ability to control them
without being consumed by them.� He paused to let the information sink in and
proceeded when no one dared to argue back, �You will have classes with the
fellow students of your Order and the core classes will be attended by all the
first year students together. You�ll be living together with your same year.
Some classes are only apt for a certain Order and therefore you can�t request
to attend them if you don�t belong to the corresponding Order, no exceptions
are made. The education at Durmstrang is very intense and requires discipline
and hard study. You�re expected to excel in all your classes and failure will
not be tolerated. You have your Order Master�s support and you may turn to them
for any problems you may have. After dinner, prefects will escort you to your
side of the castle. There is no wondering around the castle after nine o�clock.
I wish you a good semester.� he said curtly before he sat down.

Dishes of all types appeared on their table and the students began to
happily eat while chatting. Orion was silent in his musings and he could feel
Calypso�s eyes on him but she respected his silence and the rest didn�t intrude
on him.

When they finished with their dinner three teachers approached their
table and asked them to form into their Orders. Orion saw Romulus Rosier go
towards the Chimeras, while Devon Kragen went to the Gorgons. He figured they
were the Masters of the respective Orders. He looked at his group. There were
only five Hydras. They were by far the smallest Order. His group consisted of
Viktor, Calypso, a handsome boy with a dark shoulder-length hair and slightly
slanted pale blue eyes who was watching them with a smirk, and a thin boy with
dark short hair and black eyes that seemed to be permanently scowling. Orion
saw a tall stout man approaching his group. He had long thick black hair and
dark brown eyes. He seemed to exude a mysterious and dark aura and his
movements were fluid and controlled. The man stood in front of them regarding
them for a while before addressing them.

�I�m Master Vulcan Vagnarov. I�m the Master of the Hydra Order,� he said
in a low crisp voice, �I teach Necromancy to a select few Hydras of sixth and
seventh year. So you won�t be having class with me for a few more years, that
is if you even pass the test required to attend my class. But my door will
always be open for any questions or problems you might have. These are your
schedules for your first year,� he said handing out black parchments with
silver writing, �As Headmaster Karkaroff informed you, you�re not to discuss
any of your classes outside of the Order. You will be attending the core
classes common to all Orders with your fellow first years, the other classes
specific to our Order you�ll be attending alone.�

The group nodded to him and Vagnarov curtly nodded back before turning
away from them. The group inspected their parchments. Orion could see that the
core classes were Introduction to the Dark Arts with Romulus Rosier; History of
the Dark Arts with Hymir Helheim; Transfiguration with Echineas Elgar; Charms
with Artemisa Arlov; Potions with Devon Kragen; Magical Creatures with Jola
Magni; Herbology with Nicor Nigyn; Ancient Runes with Dionysus Decimus; and
Arithmancy with Dominik Janus. That was a staggering amount of classes.
Karkaroff wasn�t kidding when he said they would require a lot of discipline in
their studies. He kept reading and finally saw that the two classes exclusive
to the Hydras were Introduction to Blood Rituals with Gudrun Helgard and
Introduction to Dark Spell Creation with Galatea Ilythyia.

The boy with slightly slanted pale blue eyes turned to them, �I like our
first class already,� he said and licked his lips, �Blood Rituals, that
sounds�exquisite,� he ended with a smirk.

Orion looked sharply at him. What a weird choice of word. He extended
his hand to the boy and said �I�m Orion Black.�

The other boy regarded him silently and widened his smirk. He took
Orion�s hand almost caressing it. �Pleased to meet you, Orion. I�m Lezander
Zraven.�

Calypso gasped and Orion turned to her with an inquiring look. But she
didn�t meet his eyes, she was regarding Lezander with a paled face.

Orion turned to Lezander who was only watching them in amusement. The
boy grinned and Orion barely managed to hold his gasp. Lezander had long sharp
incisors and was now smiling mockingly at them.

It seemed Calypso couldn�t hold her need for reaffirmation any longer.
�You�re a vampire of the Zraven Clan,� she said in almost a question.

Lezander just smirked and nodded.

Viktor didn�t seemed fazed by any of it and said, �I�m Viktor Vlonski
and this is Calypso Rosier�, he said indicating Calypso which was still
regarding Lezander.

Lezander replied in a light purr, �Pleased to meet you both.� He then
turned to the silent scowling boy and asked, �And who might you be?�

The boy glared back at Lezander, �I�m Loki Njord�, he said curtly before
turning to silently ignore them.

Viktor said mockingly, �Well, delighted to meet you too.�

Loki ignored him completely and resumed his scowling. Orion just shook
his head and turned to Lezander in curiosity, �So you�re a vampire. I haven�t
heard of vampires going to magical schools before.�

Lezander locked his eyes with Orion�s, �Oh, we have. But it was several
centuries ago. I�m the first to be born in our clan in more than four centuries.�
At Orion�s silent question, he explained further, �We have extremely long
lives, some might even consider us immortal when compared to your lifespan� he
said with a smirk, �and therefore we rarely have children. The few clans with
wizarding blood, such as mine, send their heir to magical schools during their
childhoods.�

�And what about your�urges?�, Calypso tried to say delicately.

Lezander smirked in amusement at her pale face, �My blood lust? I can
easily control it. Our clan is the oldest one, and therefore the most powerful.
We can control our�urges� he said with a malicious smile, �if we so wish to.�

�And what about the sunlight?� asked Viktor, �Does it affect you?�

Lezander waved a hand dismissively, �None at all. We haven�t been
affected by it for many centuries.�

�How many clans have wizarding blood? Your clan doesn�t seem to interact
with wizards much if almost no one knows about you, why is that?� asked Orion.

�Currently, there�re only two clans with wizarding blood. We don�t
mingle with wizards because the reason that there are only two clans left is
that centuries ago we were hunted down by some light wizards that considered us
to be a dangerous aberration of nature. We disappeared from the wizarding world
and only risk exposure when we have to send one of our children to a magical
school. But there�s little risk for me at Durmstrang. It�s a dark magical
school and therefore, we are willingly admitted.�

Orion nodded in understanding. He had never stopped to consider the
other dark species. He had narrow-mindedly only considered the plight of the
dark wizards. He vouched to look more into it and find out what other species
were being excluded from interacting in the world.

A seventh year prefect interrupted them and took all the first years to
one of the towers where they were to live together. The common room was large,
had several fireplaces and was decorated in dark red and black carpets and
tapestries, much to Lezander�s delight. Several portraits of stately wizards
and witches hung from the walls. Orion was to share a large room with Viktor,
Lezander and Loki, while Calypso was to stay with some Chimera girls, including
Kara.

Orion tiredly dropped on his bed, shutting his bed�s curtains. He opened
the locket and briefly explained to Tom the day�s developments. He was too
tired to maintain a long conversation and bid Tom a good-night with the promise
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