Disclaimer:
Everything you recognise belongs to JK.
Cenizo Verem and The Agency both all mine.
The plot line is based loosely on a plot I invented to enrich the life of my Hogwarts RPG.
Warnings:
This story will be Slash, so if you don't like that kind of thing, stay clear.
It will also become dark nearer the end and there will be mentions of suicide, self-harm and depression, so skip those parts if it disturbs you in any way (I'll post a warning at the top of each chapter)
This is not one of those bubbly, happily ever after fics, so if that's what you're looking for, I suggest you look elsewhere.
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What it's like to Belong
Chapter 1: A New Life
Cenizo Verum loved to learn. He was extremely inquisitive and had acquired the knack of getting out of any tricky situation that was made known to him. He'd fought in the Battle of Hogwarts on the side of the Light and had achieved 10 OWLs just a year later. His second battle scenario occurred a week before the Easter holidays of his 7th year. This time he was not so lucky… He returned to Hogwarts, with his best friend murdered by Potters wand. He found the grief unbearable and was given the privilege of extra time before taking his NEWTs. He finished his education at Hogwarts with six Outstanding NEWTs, and the highest mark in Defence since, well, ever. He'd felt a deep satisfaction in the fact that he'd beaten Potter. Soon after leaving Hogwarts, he joined the Auror programme, desperate to keep his mind busy and away from depressing thoughts. He became the fastest wizard ever to complete Auror training; taking less than a year to completely finish the course. He ascended the ranks fast enough, but quickly grew bored, and transferred departments, becoming an Unspeakable. This enabled him to hunt Potter on his own, seeking revenge for the death of his closest friend.
However, during one of his 'missions', he disappeared. Suddenly abducted; stunned and taken to a secure location, home to an organization known as The Agency. This is where our story begins.
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Cenizo opened one eye, sleepily. What the…? He sat up suddenly, probing his immediate surroundings with magic; but he detected nothing. He didn't allow himself to relax as his eyes shifted around the empty, foreign room; taking in every tiny detail. He frowned. How in Merlin's name had he got here? Last thing he could remember was chasing a lead he'd got on Potter, then… Nothing. He couldn't even remember who it was who'd attacked him. Now that was worrying. Whoever was keeping him here was obviously extremely powerful.
"Shit." He murmured. This was not good. He stood up and almost cried out with joy as he noted his wand on the only table in the room. He bent to pick it up; relishing the fact he now had a way out. Feeling more confident, he spun around, meaning to apparate. However, his newly formed plan was foiled when he opened his eyes and found he'd remained in the room. He turned towards the door (annoyed at his failed attempt at an escape) and quickly muttered an Alohomora. The door remained firmly shut. Cenizo let out a breath in exasperation and strode towards it. He carefully placed a hand on the metal, but jumped back in astonishment when his hand had caused the door to open slightly. He walked up to the door again, pushing it warily. He brandished his wand – paranoia met with an empty corridor. Breathing a sigh of relief, he stepped out cautiously into the unknown.
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"Guardian," A tall man with dark hair rushed into a room, clearly panicking about something. "Sir, he's awake."
Guardian nodded calmly.
The man, known as Calum, fumbled around with his wand for a moment, wondering whether or not to say anything more. Eventually he worked up the courage to ask a question. "Sir, that spell was supposed to keep him sedated for at least another week."
"Yes. Well this is Cenizo we're talking about."
"But he's still so young! Can he really be as powerful as you say?"
Guardian nodded again. "He was a match for any Death Eater at the age of 15."
Calum's jaw dropped, his eyes widened. "S-seriously?" he spluttered.
"I was there when he walked away from a duel with Antonin Dolohov. Alive. And if your eyes get any wider, I'm afraid they might pop out completely. Please get a hold of yourself Calum." Guardian scolded, viewing the man almost lazily.
"Y-yes, Sir. Of course."
~TBC~
A/N: Okay, so after spending a whole week doing nothing but writing, I've decided I totally need restart this fic. I had a basic idea of where it was going but once I started to plan in more detail, I realised that my initial thoughts behind The Agency were really, really wrong. So I needed to change that as soon as possible really. I've come up with some really good ideas, and I've got about half of the story sketched out in notes, but after that, I'm not totally sure where it's going. There is one scene between Harry and Cenizo that was my inspiration for this fic, and it will be occuring much later in the fic. I'm just working out how to get to it.
~cenizobelle xo