Hello this is my new story. Its going to be about Alphard Black. It will go through his life and his relationships. It will be canon with events but certain people will have changes made to their personal life. Most notably will be Tom Riddle. It will end up with both hetero and gay relationships thought the Tom Riddle Jr./Alphard Black will be the longest relationship. The first few chapters will be snippets of his childhood. By chapter four I will get into his relationship with Tom.

1928

Erma screamed until her throat was raw. She had never felt this kind of pain. Her first child had not hurt her so. Though she had also been comforted by her husband Pollux then. Now if she did not produce a son it could mean trouble for her.

Her first child Walburga sat with her sister in law Cassie. Walburga was frightened by her mother's screams. She had never in her life heard such sounds. The girl was only around four years old. Her mother had insisted that she stay to see it. She was a black and they did not shy away from anything. Even so she did not like to see such things.

Erma was by no means a pretty women. She had the girth well known from the Crabbe family but she still had the high cheekbones and full lips that showed the pureness of her the only use for these features now was to let out blood curtailing screams. She was lying in bed while servants rushed to and fro bringing in hot towels and out buckets of blood. Her husband Pollux was the son of Cygnus and nephew of Lord Sirius Black II. When Pollux and Erma married they were granted Castle du Noir. One of the Blacks many french holdings. As per usual Pollux had gone off hunting with his cousin Arcturus. A pureblood wife would never contradict her husband even though her contractions hurt like a bitch. The midwife told her to push as if she didn't already know that.

She lifted her head and gazed upon the mural that was of Pollux's Grandfather. She did not see his wife or any other women. Just a gaggle of men in battle. That was nothing. This was war.

Finally she could feel the baby coming. It began to crown and she let out a wail but kept on pushing. It took another 30 minutes for the babe to be fully birthed.

A boy was given to her. By Morganna she'd done her duty. Tears stream down her face.

"Momma why are you crying?" asked a perplexed Walburga. Erma laughed, "Darling I'm not upset I just cannot control how happy I am,"

Walburga smiled and crawled onto the bed with her mother. The baby was in the arms of Cassie. She smiled, "Erma have you and Pollux chosen a name for him?"

She shook her head and forced a smile. Pollux had given no interest until he knew for sure it would be a boy. Now that it was she could relax, They had been trying for four years since Walburga and she felt weak. Erma's body would not be able to handle child birth again.

When Pollux returned he only gave Erman a vague smirk. She asked what the boy would be named. He smiled.

"Alphard. Alphard a son of the Most Noble and Ancient house of Black."

Erma did not live to see the thirties. She died during the birth of her last child a year later. Cygnus Black and his older brother Alphard would never remember their mother. After she died Cassiopeia Black took up the title Lady of the Castle. She left the raising of the children to Anna Calet. A girl from a poor pureblood family in the village near the Castle. She had gone to a small wizarding school in france. She was the first in her family to do so. She could read and write and was well known for her spell casting. She was not hugely powerful but she really was quite clever. She was given strict instruction to teach the children proper edicate and pureblood customs. She began with Walburga when she was six. The girl hated her seeing her as a poor replacement for her mother already becoming demanding and angry with servants and house elves.

Cygnus by four began to emulate his father. Tantrums and bullying began early. Anna had begun to think the rumours the the name matched their souls was true until Alphard turned eight. At that point he began to ask about everything. People and places. She remembered the first time.

"Ms. Calet?" Alphard looked up at her with those cute grey eyes. He had short curly hair and defined cheek bones. She smiled. "Yes Alphard what is it?"

"What is the Wizengamot? Father and Uncle Arcturus were talking about the british one. They were really mad and it was scary."

Anna brought him over to the couch and sat him down. "Alphard the Wizengamot is the Legislative and judicial branch of government in britain. They decide laws and such. They tell the people who have done bad things that they will go to jail. Do you understand?"

Alphard scrunched his eyebrows together and pondered it. "But who are they?"

"They are divided into two houses. The house of ministry and the house of Lords. The ministry is made up of people in the highest positions of government. While the house of lords hold seats by right of birth. One is given for each family. Your family the Blacks hold a seat in the house of Lords. The current holder is Lord Sirius Black, Protector of Quiberon and Flagley."

He looked at her in awe and said, "Will I ever be the Lord of my family?"

She grimaced. The grandson of a third born heir and son of a drunkard. It was highly unlikely that he would ever inherit without going on a mass murdering of over half over his family.

"Oh I'm sorry Alfie you're very far down the line to inherit the actual title of lord black. But if you work extra hard in school you could become a very important figure in the ministry! Maybe even be the Minister for Magic. The point is that I know you and you will do great things Artie!"

When Alphard had his ninth birthday his father told him that they were going to have a grand ball thrown in his honor. Alphard had been surprised and delighted. His father had almost never shown any interest into him. It had taken a month to prepare and it was said that Castle du Noir would be hosting the lords of nine of the great families. His birthday had been on November 23rd so it was announced that it would be held a month from then so that the children of the great lords would be able to attend on the break from their schools. It was important that all of the heirs and spares were acquainted with one another as they usually married from the same families.

The week before the ball people began arriving, mostly blacks. The family would share news and any surprises so that the other families could not catch them off guard. His Grandfather Cygnus was the first to arrive. He was a frail weak man who could only walk short distances without his cane and chair. He was a shadow compared to his Brother and Lord Sirius. Sirius at the age of sixty was still an imposing figure. He was broad chested and looked much younger with his salt and pepper beard and steely grey eyes. Cygnus was younger yet physically much older.

Arcturus Black was the heir to the lordship and was an arrogant man. He was very handsome and knew it. He had a young son who was named Orion, the boy had just started his first year at hogwarts. He had been sorted into Slytherin. The perfect family. Alphard thought Discounting the fact that they were all power hungry and hated anyone who had even the slightest tinge of muggle blood.

The 22nd of December in the year 1937 was an eventful day for Alphard. It began as usual at 6 o'clock sharp with Ms. Calet waking him and setting out his morning wear. He had Library time with his cousin Orion and sister Walburga. He quickly dressed before heading down to the Library. It was the second largest room in the castle, besides the ball room. It was two stories and the second flight was made into a tea room looking out over the hundred shelves of books. The shelves were made from a dark wood and the curtains were grey giving the room an almost gloomy sense. After his Aunt Cassiopeia had taken over as lady of the house he had realized that she did not care for color or style. He looked up to see his sister already sitting up on the second floor in a gothic grandiose chair.

His Sister was drinking her morning tea and reading what he assumed was a gossip rag. He sat across from her and pulled out the The Last King, by Argus Gamp. It was about the last Magic ruler of Britain. King was a generous title for the man in question, Charles VII. He dismissed all of his advisors and tried to rule magical britain through force. The overthrow happened in 1544 and the Wizengamot was created. That was when the council formed. Alph thought of what a King would look like at that point.

Just as he was imagining it he was interrupted by his cousin throwing himself into the chair beside him. Alph looked up to see Orion picking his teeth in a most ungentlemanly way.

"So little cousin don't you want to hear all about me and your big sister's adventures? Must be boring living in this shithole." Walburga began to laugh at his comment. Orion was not known for his tacked. Alph rolled his eyes but nodded eagerly. Orion launched into the tale of how when he was sorted he had to fight either a snake a lion a badger or a raven.

"That's not true!" Alp snapped. Orion grinned, "Oh yeah Baby cousin, how do you know that?"

"Because if it were then Walburga would have been a hufflepuff." Alphard had less than 5 seconds before Walburga was throwing the teacups at him. Alphard ducked under the table while Orion howled. It took three minutes and four punches to the arm for Alphard to apologize. Then finally a house elf brought them out freshly cooked bacon, eggs benedict and pumpkin juice.

"So is Slytherin completely pure?" asked Alph. Both of them looked back with thoughtful expressions on their faces. They spent the rest of the meal in awkward silence. He spent the afternoon reading while Orion discussed blood traitors and mudbloods.

Once the ballroom had been set up and the Blacks had changed into their robes for the evening and began to take their positions. Sirius sat at the end of the ballroom atop a high throne. His wife the Lady Black nee Gamp was seated beside him lower on the platform Alphard sat because the ball was being held in his honor. Meaning that Arcturus was made to stand beside the platform. The large orchestra was positioned to the right of the throne while on the left were tables and chairs.
At around 8 o'clock the guest began to arrive. Lord Malfoy was the first to arrive. He came with his son and heir Abraxas and another boy. He had slicked back dark hair and baby blue eyes. He was not showing any sign of emotion at all. Alphard look at the boy, his mind filling with curiosity. Ms. Calet had made sure he was up to date on all of the purebloods of his age group.

"To the Great and Honorable Lord Black, we thank you for the gift of your company on this fine evening. At the request of my son we have brought a friend of his from Hogwarts. The boy is a fellow Slytherin and has some connection to the Gaunt family. Step forward Tom."

Sirius widened his eyes in shock. The Gaunts hadn't sent a child to Hogwarts on a very long time. The boy had to have strong magic. Alphard was also shocked. He did not know anything of the boy! He had spent the month studying the likes and dislikes of the people of all of the attendees of the ball! He began to breath very heavily, He looked at Anna with a worried expression on his face. She smiled reassuringly.

After an hour or so of more introductions to the Notts, Greengrass family, Gamps, Crabbes, Goyles, Prewerts, Flints, Yaxleys, and Averys. They all had given the same pleasantries and Alphard had soon gotten bored of all of it. He stared over to the children group all of them were older than him but his younger brother and Anastasia Yaxley. She was the same age as him and had been over for many playdates. His father had rumoured a betrothal to her. She looked over at

Him and gave a shy tentative smile. He returned it. After Lord Avery was finally done thanking Sirius for his hospitality one man approached. He looked older and had an air of power. Alphard could feel his magic pulsating throughout the air. He gave Sirius a sinister smile.

"Greetings Lord Black I have travelled long to meet with you. I was so glad you could arrange this ball for….. Your great-nephew." The man glanced at Alphard, "I am honored to be here."

"Thank you Mr. Grindelwald we have so much to discuss." Sirius Got up from the throne and left out the side to the library. Most of the lords began to follow. Alphard was beginning to realize that something else was going on. He dejectedly walked over to the a tabled and slouched in a chair. He looked up to see the boy related to the Gaunts. He seemed surprised as well.

"Hello Alphard Black it is an honor to attend your ball." Tom said smoothly. Alphard snorted, "Not really my ball is it?"

Tom looked at him blankly, "At least you had something."

Alphard rolled his eyes and stayed silent. Tom was unsure of how to proceed."So uhm, Will you go to Hogwarts when you turn eleven?"

"My Great Uncle will want me to but my Grandfather went to Durmstrang so it depends on how long my Grandfather can stay alive." Alphard drawled. Tom frowned, "Does your father have an opinion?"

"I don't know if my father can still have an opinion the low life is drinking himself into an early grave." Alph pointed to his father who was stumbling towards the bar. Tom he was not this bad at talking to their children but Alphard wasn't a classmate. He hadn't been at Hogwarts to see the skills and his abilities.

"Don't worry I'm not an important family member. Orion will be lord Black someday. Suck up to him if you want something."

With that Alphard walked over to Anastasia. Tom was shocked by his interaction with the boy. He shook it off knowing he might not interact with him ever again.

At the age of ten Alphard's Grandfather sent for him to come and visit his Manor home in St. Petersburg. He travelled by apporating with ms. Calet. Once they got to the gates she leaned down and got on eye level with him.

"Your Grandfather has said for me not to go further. I'll be staying in a cottage nearby. Ill be back in one week. Do not worry my sweet boy you will do well."

She hugged him and got up and walked away. Alphard knocked on the gate. A house elf appeared.

"Master Must be following Maber! Pleases you sir this way!" Alphard followed the creature to the entrance. It had a grand staircase leading up to gold framed doors. They opened to reveal marbel floors and more gold. Standing in the middle of it all was his Grandfather. He looked less crippled and seemed to be grinning. Alphard walked over to him and bowed.

"My grandson, my last hope. I have asked you here for a purpose I want to see if you have any of the family gifts."

"Gifts Grandfather? I don't understand what you mean?" Cygnus didn't reply but merely took him by the shoulder and lead him through a dark hallway down stairs into a dirty damp room. Three pillars stood from the ground. It was the only part of the room lit up.

"Touch your hand to that one," his grandfather pointed to the closest one. Alphard walked over and placed his hand on it. Nothing. He went to the second pillar and again felt nothing. Cygnus looked disappointed, "It's a shame Alphard, it really is. You could have saved us. Don't even bother with the last one. There hasn't been one of those in a century."

Cygnus began to walk up the stairs. Alphard felt the shame and sadness. Tears sprang from his eye. He definitely put his hand on the last pillar. At first it was dull but then he felt it. Pain radiated throughout his body and he screamed for his dead mother. Cygnus ran to his grandson and picked him up.

"Alphard Black you are the first Black Necromancer in a one hundred years."

Thanks peeps. That's the first chapter. It was a little disjointed because I was jumping around to explain who some of the main characters will be. Please review and alert my story. I have the next two chapters written and am working on the third.