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Chapter One

Diagon Alley

July 25th 1968

The door to Ollivander's sounded with a chime as it was opened by a dark-haired boy no more than sixteen. He surveyed the shop, looking for a sign of its elderly owner. After some time, a voice emerged from between the stacks

"It has been quite some time since a wizard from the Most Ancient and Noble House of Kirke has been in my shop." said the old wizard.

The boy looked over and assessed the shopkeeper. "So it has. My father thought now was an appropriate time to return to England. It seems I am in need of a new wand. Marcus Kirke, Heir to the Most Ancient and Noble House of Kirke." he said as Mr. Ollivander eyed the family ring on his right hand.

"Very pleased to meet you my boy! I trust that Aurelius is doing well?" Marcus scowled slightly at the mention of his father's name. They hadn't exactly been getting on all that great since the decision to remove him from Durmstrang.

"He is well enough but as much as I would love to regale you with the activities of my family, I'm afraid I simply do not have the time. Now if you could gather some wands for me to try so I can return to Kirke Manor." the tall teen snapped out what some would make to be an order. Ollivander sighed and gathered the wands that would seem to fit the boy's rather abrasive attitude.

After many smashed windows and toppled the shelves, the shop glowed with a warm but perhaps threatening glow. Marcus recognized the wand as 14-inch Mahogany with a Dragon Heartstring core. Ollivander looked at the boy and spoke. "It seems that a heartstring from a Hungarian Horntail may be the only match for your rather...interesting personality."

Marcus arched his eyebrow in question before deciding against responding. With a nod and a wave of his hand he exited the shop and apparated back to the ancestral home of his family. After all he still had to pack his things for his journey to Hogwarts.

King's Cross Station

September 1st

Marcus walked with his head held high as he made his way along the platform. Although many people had long forgotten about the Kirke family since their hiatus, he would act no different than he had been raised. Some would call it pureblood arrogance but to him it was his birthright. As he approached the entrance to Platform 9 3/4, he spotted what to him most certainly had to be the Black family. His father had informed him of them and he and rather wisely decided that they would be in his company while he was at school. He searched for Orion Black so he could make his introduction. Not a moment later the Black patriarch entered his sight.

"Lord Black!" Marcus called over as the man suspiciously glared at him. Squaring himself in front of him, Marcus crossed his fist across his chest and bowed as was customary among purebloods. With a confident voice he spoke

"Marcus Kirke, Heir to the Most Ancient and Noble House of Kirke." With a look of shock Orion Black nodded his head in greeting.

The older man looked as I he was gathering his thoughts before addressing the young heir. "I haven't seen your father since our fifth year. It was rather sudden that your great-grandfather left the country with his family after all."

Marcus nodded before greeting the other members of the Black family. His father had told him a great deal about the other pureblood families in England. But none more than the House of Black. His gaze scanned across the five teens his opposite. The dark-haired girl was most certainly Bellatrix Black. Which meant the two girls with her were Narcissa and Andromeda. After a brief nod he turned his gaze to the two males. Definitely Sirius and Regulus. From what he'd been told Sirius had something of a rebellious streak but apparently that had calmed over the years and he had become the pureblood heir he should be.

After a brief conversation and introduction to the teens Marcus took his leave and crossed into Platform 9 3/4 leaving the rather confused Black family in his wake. Sirius turned to Bellatrix and muttered out what would be the first of many questions over the train ride.

"Who exactly was that?" Sirius said in a rather puzzled manner. Bellatrix turned to respond, a wicked grin on her face. "I'm not exactly sure but something tells me that Slytherin will be getting quite the interesting new addition this year."