Dragomir
Chapter 1
Orfeo stretched his hands and the masses watched as the power grew but he did not release it.
"Do you see how much damage I could do you?"
He looked at the crowd and smirked.
"All I need to do is release this, and this is nothing."
"Orfeo. Stand down".
The calm voice belonged to Albus Dumbledore.
"Give me a good reason, Old man".
"That is not your insult, boy".
"Boy, such a sweet endearment Headmaster. I think I shall stay standing for now all the same".
"Why? Why do you do this?" Albus gestured to the dead lying on the floor.
"Because I have been told to, and I follow my orders and instincts.
"Do you even know your name?"
"Yes".
"And what is it?"
"An identity. I do not speak of it for it is another facet and you shall see only this one. Should you not be up there guarding your precious school? I fear it may not last long in your absence. Of course, if you feel the wards are strong enough to endure …"
Orfeo smirked at the man's look of doubt.
Albus turned just in time to see the dark mark shoot into the sky but the night was silent and the screams of those caught in the flames could not be heard.
"Ah, such a pity you were not there to save them, Headmaster."
"How can you allow such hatred? You are so young".
"Age is not always measured in years but in experience. I had expected you to know this".
Orfeo gazed at the flame tickling the sky and soon felt the presence of his father.
"Orfeo"
"Father"
"It is time to go home".
Orfeo looked stunned. His father had always promised him to take him 'home' but it had been pushed back so many times.
'Home, father?"
"Yes, home. It is time."
Orfeo grinned and let his magic ease out into the night air and watched the villagers huddle closer together in the winds he had caused. The man deftly took his son's arm and they vanished.
Albus looked sadly at the scene. He had hoped he could talk to the boy who was causing so much anguish in the wizarding community but he had vanished.
The man hugged the boy close.
"Orfeo. I must at last send you back to your kin. You are twelve now. It is time for you to live and make your own choices. You will attend the fool's school and see what he is like for yourself. Remember though Orfeo, you do not need to choose a side in the war. There is the old man and there is the snake master but you are strong enough to form your own ideas and you have the strength of mind to do what is right. Know that from now on it is I who will follow. Let's get you home". Orfeo held on to the man.
"But Father, is the school not burnt down?"
"It will be repaired before September and only a few teachers were caught inside, no students". They appeared in a dark forest. They were almost immediately stood in a circle of vampires who were guarding the clan.
"It is Koli. He is home at last! Get the prince!" one shouted. Orfeo smiled as for the first time in years he saw his kin. Shortly a tall dark man came running into view.
"You have done as you vowed Sir and have returned to me my childe. It is good to see you. My dearest childe, my dearest childe". Orfeo leapt into the man's arms crying out 'Dad!' and hugged him close. The father watched this before bowing his head to the prince. "If you need me you know where to find me" and he vanished.