A Deathly Kiss
Chapter 1 - The Transfer
The cupboard was almost pitch black, with only enough light to see the apprehension on the girls face. He closed the door slowly and twisted the old, wrought iron key in the door so it locked with a quick. With a swish of his wand, 2 silvery orbs floated above them and his eyes focused in on his surroundings.
It was a standard maintenance cupboard, the walls were made of the same light stone and marble as the rest of the building but it was more dusty and chipped than usual. The shelves lining the walls were filled with un-labled glass bottles of various cleaning products and there were a few rags heaped up to his left but in this moment none of that mattered.
The girl in front of him was pretty, not as beautiful as some of the girls he'd had before as she hadn't yet grown into herself but she was certainly cute enough. She had light blond hair and dark blue eyes that remind him of the roof tiles he'd seen dotted around the muggle cities. Her skin was tanned as was typical of most of the students but they were tinted with a light blush.
He leant back against the wall and crossed his arms, tilting his head to the left to survey his prey. "Don't pretend you haven't been watching me for the last few weeks."
She shook her head vehemently, her mouth bolted shut. He could see her throat move as she gulped. He took a step forward and she backed to the wall so she was pressed tightly against it. He smirked, "I'm not gonna hurt you".
Her body relaxed and some of the tension left her muscles as she stood up straight. With all of the confidence she could muster she stepped forward until there was very little space between them. "You're going to have to let me out".
She was glaring at him now and it was less menacing and more cute in his opinion. He smiled again and bought a hand to curl its way into her blond ringlets where it took hold and showed no sign of releasing anytime soon. "Now, you see, there's an exit fee and you can't get out without paying." Her eyes were already wide and her body was starting to tremble, "What is it?" she asked quietly but it was clear that she already knew exactly what he wanted.
Within a second, his lips were on hers. Fierce and demanding as he backed her against the wall of the cupboard, she moaned reluctantly but didn't respond. Even as his tongue entered her mouth and entwined alongside hers, even as his hand strayed down to the buttons of her crisp white shirt. He released her lips as his hands expertly began to unbutton her, his eyes stayed focused on her and he smirked. "Don't say you didn't want this". She whimpered again when he kissed her and this time responded gently, seemingly coming to the realisation that she wasn't getting out of this situation anytime soon.
"Jump," he whispered in her ear and so she did. He lifted her legs around his waist and made sure she was full against the wall when he let go of her with both hands, one to lift up her skirt and the other to unfasten his own trousers.
He entered her not long after, breaking through her hymen with one piercing thrust. He carried on thrusting at a steady pace, her moans and screams like music to his ears and when they both finish she remained wrapped around his waist as she collapsed in exhaustion onto his chest. He pulled back hair silky smooth hair and traced one of his long fingers down her neck right to her pulse point and bought his lips down onto it, kissing and sucking lightly. His wand was in his hand quickly and silently and he used it to cut a long gash right down her vein and waited as, instead of blood, a clear blue vapour rose from inside her. He breathed it in steadily, lavishing in the way her magic, her very essence, hummed throughout his lungs and veins.
He sucked on the cut until his thirst was satiated and no more of the vapour was being expelled from he body. Then, when he was done, he unwound her legs and let them drop to the floor softly along with her body. A quick cleansing charm and a small compulsion spell were applied before he felt satisfied that he could leave. His clothes were rearranged into the same pristine uniform that it was merely a quarter of an hour ago. Then he opened the door and left the girl unconscious on the floor.
As he walked past the fellow students in the corridor he smiled happily at them and they waved back cheerfully. It was just a normal day.
Heleus looked up from his salad as he felt the bench shift and somebody sit down beside him. His cousin Deon was looking at him with a wholly unimpressed look on his face. "Where have you been all morning?" Heleus' eyes strayed across the hall where the blond girl, Aleka, was sitting with her friends, a detached look on her face and tears tracking their way silently down her cheeks.
"What I do is none of your concern". The other boy scoffed and flicked his jet black hair out of his eyes, "I think it has absolutely everything to with me." A look of realisation dawned on his face and he leaned in conspiratorially with quick glances around him, "You weren't with Makis were you? Because he was bragging all about you last week...he's been telling everyone you did it in the changing room showers".
"I haven't had sex with Makis", he growled lowly.
"But you've had sex with someone", his cousin announced with an air of finality in his voice. "You shouldn't do that, you know what your father says about such things".
He scoffed, "You act like you're a saintly virgin Deon when I know for a fact that you're not".
"At least I'm not some kind of man-whore", he accused.
Heleus wasn't going to deny that fact, not at all. He had a reputation at Olympus Academy that dated back to the start of his fourth year at the tender age of 14. Of course, it had started off small with frantic groping behind the duelling stadium but after an encounter with an older boy in his seventh year things had escalated quite quickly and he'd soon found himself addicted to sex and the strange forms of magic associated with it. He wasn't terribly fussy about gender, he'd had sex with both men and women plenty of times. But he wouldn't do it with just anyone, he appreciated beauty and would only ever look for the best.
Things hadn't always been as bad as this, at first it was just harmless fumbling around like the explorations of many other teens. Then his mother had died abruptly, the cause was suspiciously unknown and without her ever-loving presence in the household he'd become extremely withdrawn from his surroundings and constantly looking for some kind of release for his pent up anger. And if some unknowing victim were to unwittingly fall into his grasp didn't make it his fault.
His father had eventually heard through the grapevine about his less than stellar reputation and was far from impressed. Lord Vasilikas was a man with strict pureblood values. Heleus was his only son as there were complications during his birth that led to his wife not being able to have other kids, meaning that if Heleus was disowned or died the Lordship would go to his brothers children. He couldn't allow his son to become a disgrace and there was very little room for error. To learn that his son was sleeping around, not only with people of a lesser status but with men as well! In his opinion it was an outrage. Heleus knew he was treading on very thin ice.
"How's your duelling?"
The boy latched onto the new topic happily, "I came first in the tournament qualifier the other week. If I make it into the top 5 in the whole school I get to compete in the team against the other European teams and maybe even go for the world championship!"
"That sounds great Deon", he turned back to his salad and focused his attention once again on the bland green leaves that constituted his 'diet'.
"Heir Vasilikas?"
He grimaced slightly at his formal title and looked up to see the regal face of his headmistress looming over him. Despoina Louka was a tall woman with grey almost silver hair, despite only being in her forties, and darkly tanned skin to contrast with. Her eyes were a pale purple and were staring down at him, completely blank and cold as opposed to the polite inquisitiveness that she always seemed to have no matter what the situation.
"Professor Louka, to what do I owe the pleasure?" he asked politely as he set his leather book mark inside of 'Ancient Gods: Fact or Fiction' .
"You're going to have to come to my office, something has come up". Her tone begged no room for leniency and he rearranged his uniform before following her off to her office.
The office itself was facing the south and had a large white marble balcony that overlooked the clouds below. The room was decorated with beautiful gold furniture, portraits of old school alumni and various pieces of art gifted to the headmistress. There was a harp in the corner playing itself a calming melody. Sat stiffly on one of the golden chairs at the desk was a man he'd rather not be seeing.
Lord Nikos Vasilikas was the epitome of pureblood. Strong aristocratic features and broad shoulders showed strength and 'good breeding'. He was dressed in a well-tailored forest green over-robe trimmed with gold and his hair fell in elegant waves, just brushing his shoulders and his silver lordship ring was worn proudly on his finger as if stating his superiority to all those around him. The resemblance between him and his son was startling. They both had the same ebony black hair, except Heleus' was tied back in a messy black bun at the back of his head, and the same forest green eyes. They had deep tans from the beach outside their villa in Zakynthos and their bodies were mostly the same build except for he was a bit shorter but he'd grow taller soon with age. He was almost a younger version of his father and the thought was revolting to him.
"Take a seat", said Professor Louka gesturing towards the one beside his father and he perched on the edge, resting his elbows on his knees.
"Exactly what am I doing here today?"
Louka looke down slowly and let out a low reluctant sigh, then her eyes rose to meet his and he could see the regret within them. "It has been decided, between me and Lord Vasilikas, that you will be ending you education at Olympus Academy."
His brow furrowed for a second and he turned to sneer at his father, "Why exactly has that been decided?"
His father turned towards him, nose flaring ever so slightly in a sign of disgust, "At the age of 18 you will legally be allowed to join my at the anótato dikastírio tis mageías in order to assist in your Lordship training. Before this time I wish to remove some of your more..unsavoury characteristics and prepare you for the world of politics you for the world of politics you are about to enter. It has come to my attention that some of your fellow pupils may be enabling said attributes and so I have arranged for your transfer immediately."
The rage was boiling beneath his skin and his hands were clenched tightly, his white knuckle fists hidden beneath the table. "What kind of hellhole are you sending me to then?"
His father smiled smugly, knowing that his son would offer no resistance against him. "I have a cousin in Britain. I believe his father is the current Lord of the Noble and Ancient house of Black. Perfect candidates to help you in your training. They have a daughter your age and a son only a few years younger than you which is enough to keep you company. It'll also give you a chance to study more of European Law. Perhaps someday you could follow in my footsteps and gain a place on the ICW. I have already sent a letter to one Armando Dippet, headmaster of Hogwarts, and he has agreed to allow you take your NEWTS at his school as long as you can take your OWLS at the ministry over the summer and agree to meet with him and the Deputy for a short interview. Everything has already been organised in advance and you only need to pack you things and be ready to leave."
He nodded once sharply, "Could you leave me a minute with the Headmistress? I wish to discuss some of the discrepancies between the curriculums at Olympus and Hogwarts".
His father smiled, more like grimaced, politely at him and left to stand outside the room.
He turned quickly to Louka. "Is there anything I can do?" The frowned sadly, "Legally you have no standing. Your father has every right to decide your education, we could always ask the school board whether they could stop the process bit most of them being Lords themselves would agree with his reasoning. There is very little you can do except try to convince him yourself."
The pinched the bridge of his nose and looked up to her with hopeful eyes, "How much hold does he have legally over me once I turn 18?"
"As long as you retain Heir status he still has last say over most major decisions. If you were to renounce your name and title, take your mothers surname perhaps, he would have no control over you. But I would only advise such measures if you were in a very desperate situation."
He hummed noncommittally at her.
"In terms of the Hogwarts curriculum I would be willing to maintain correspondence with you, to help teach you some of the things that their staff are unable to. Of course I can't quite teach you Archery and Swordsmanship through letters but I'm sure I could assist you with your other subjects. You are one of my best students after all".
"It would be much appreciated, thank you".
She smiled tightly, "You're more than welcome".
He was floo'd back to the Villa not long after where he was advised to collect all of the things he wished to take with him as the chances were that he wouldn't be coming back for the next two years. Heleus took everything, knowing that if he had his way he wouldn't be returning at all.
The next time they travelled it was by international portkey, one of Heleus' least favourite methods of transport, that took them into a London suburb somewhere opposite a small park. His father led him up the steps of an old gloomy looking mansion in the center of the street and knocked promptly on the door. They were greeted by a small wrinkly looking creature with large eyeballs and wearing what looking remarkably similar to an old pillow case. It's eyes focused in straight away on the rings on his fathers finger and the door was opened wide. "Kreacher will get Master. Master will be pleased to see guests".
The entrance hall they were in was just as dark as the outside. Regal, of course, with their polished silver decor and candlesticks lining the walls. On the landing were various taxidermy heads that all looked similar to the odd animal that had greeted them at the front door. After a few moments the animal returned and they were lead into a formal seating room with a few dark purple leather sofas all situated around a fireplace, covering the walls was a large faded tapestry with hundreds of faces upon it, some of which had been burnt black. One face was highlighted in gold and read Lord Sirius Black obviously the current head of house.
There were two people seated primly on the sofa, both of them looked to be nearing their fifties with their lightly creased skin. The man in particular was starting to go grey around his roots whilst the woman still had perfect honey blond hair that was tied up elegantly with a solid silver flower clip in it. They were wearing robes of matching the house colours of plum and silver with the family crest on them.
The nodded his head in recognition, "Lord Vasilikas".
"Mr Black, Mrs Black ", his father returned and the woman smiled warmly. The kind of smile that radiated kindness even in her eyes and showed the complete opposite of a typical pureblood.
The woman turned her gaze towards him and held out her hand, "You must be Heir Heleus". He lifted her hand up to his lips and kissed her knuckles, as was custom, then turned to her husband and shook his hand politely. "You must meet my children, my daughter in particular has been very excited to meet you. Kreacher?" She turned to the nasty wrinkled thing that had just appeared out of thin air before her after disposing of his luggage. "If you wouldn't mind fetching the children for me, tell them we have a guest".
The thing popped away again. "We've prepared tea if you wouldn't mind joining us", she gestured to the silver teaset steaming on the table. There was a plate full of delicate French cakes on the side in different shades of lilac.
His father took a seat in the armchair by the fire whilst he sat on one of the sofas as far away from the man as possible. 2 teens entered the room. The first was a girl his age with high cheekbones, honey blond hair and silvery grey eyes. She was dressed in a lacy back floaty lilac dress that went down to just below her knees and she was wearing an identical hair piece to her mother. The boy was a few years younger than him and had slightly curly black hair down to his chin and the same silvery eyes. He was wearing a black over robe and a lilac tie and was staring at him with a completely disinterested look on his face.
"This is my daughter Lucretia", he kissed her hand and she smiled in amusement. "Pleasure", she spoke softly. "And my son, the family heir, Orion." They shook hands briefly but were away from each-other almost as quickly as possible.
Tea was a polite affair and Mrs Black took extra care to try and sit Lucretia next to him. They all ate their cakes delicately and spent their time talking about inane topics whilst Mr Black and his father 'caught up'. Their conversation was more business talk than the familial approach one would expect between two cousins, but then again they barely saw each-other and he was only there to ditch his delinquent child in their care.
"Perhaps Lucretia could show Heir Heleus around the house, show him his rooms?" Mrs Black suggested politely after a few minutes of silence.
The girl stood up beside him, "Of course Mother. Follow me please".
As soon as they had left the room and the large black doors closed behind them the girls posture collapsed and she yanked the hair piece out so that her golden locks tumbled in a knotted mess down on her shoulders. "With the way Mother was looking at us, you'd think she'd want us to marry".
He grimaced slightly, even as he studied her pretty features. "You seem nice but I think second cousins would be cutting it a bit close, even with our families."
She snorted in an unladylike manner, "You'd think wouldn't you? Grandfather signed a marriage contract between Orion and our second cousin Walburga. We share the same last name for merlin's sake so it's not even like they can cover up just how stupidly incestuous they're being. But of course, with Orion being the Heir they had to rush to get him a respectable wife to secure the bloodline and all that. It ridiculous".
"Tell me about it", he leant against the wall beside her. "You have no idea how happy I am that my Grandfather decided to marry someone outside of the country. You'd think that it'd be better in Europe, more pureblood families so there's more choices of brides but that's hardly the case. They've got social circles and whatnot and people don't really like to marry outside of them, it'd be similar to marrying below your status. After a while everybody is related to each-other and they just stop caring anymore".
She stood back up again and started walking towards the staircase, she gestured upwards, "Come on then".
They went to her room first, it was mostly the same decorations as the rest of the house. There was a big four poster bed with purple sheets o the back wall next to the window and the wall by her desk had lots of hand drawn pictures and moving black and white photos. There was a mannequin in the corner with a sheet of flowery blue silk over it that was currently stitching itself together with white thread. He raised an eyebrow at it and the girl smiled at it, "I designed it myself. It's what I wanted to do when I grow up but Lady Black, my grandmother, says it's it's an unfitting career. She expects me to marry a nice man and pop out 5 children. At least they haven't sold me off in a marriage contract yet, I may be the eldest child but I'm still just a woman so Orion takes priority. My freedom probably won't last much longer."
He picked up one of the photos on the wall that depicted Lucretia sitting under a willow tree with another boy, he had light hair but it was hard to tell what colour as the image was in black and white. He had a large smile on his face and his robes had a lion crest on them instead of the snake crest on Lucretia's. "That's Ignatius. My friend Miranda thinks he's sweet on me but I'm not sure. Besides, I'd never be allowed to court him. The Prewett family is about as close to being blood-traitors as it gets, they're only tolerated because they're of very old blood."
"Blood-traitors?" He asked confused.
"Pure-bloods who associate with muggles, it's supposably a betrayal of our customs. How exactly are we related anyway? I know we're second cousins but you're not on the Black family tapestry..." she trailed off, taking the picture out of her hand and placing it back on the wall in between a picture of her family and one of her and a two other girls.
"Lady Black is a Gamp, her sister is my Grandmother."
A look of realisation came over the girl's face, "My great aunt Merula? It makes sense now, apparently she ran off to Europe to escape a marriage contract with the Goyles. I can't blame her they're a bunch of great ugly brutes. The only reason they didn't disown her is because she found herself a nice husband who sent off a nice cheque in the owl post for her hand in marriage".
Heleus smiled, "From what I heard she always seemed a bit unconventional. She died before I was born but I've seen the wing of the manor she claimed. It's probably the most hideously uncoordinated thing I've ever seen but apparently she enjoyed it so each to their own."
"Why exactly are you being sent to us anyway?"
He sighed, knowing that this conversation would be coming soon. "Father pulled me out of the Academy because apparently I had too many indecent relationships".
"You didn't get anyone pregnant did you?" she didn't seem scandalised, merely amused at his antics.
"No but I did have sex with boys".
Lucretia groaned. "Oh no. The gay Heir situation, what a catastrophe!" she stated with fake dramatics.
"I like boys and girls".
"Bisexual", she stated decisively. "Pardon?" he asked, thinking she was blabbering about rubbish.
"Bisexual, it's a muggle term for being attracted to both men and women". At his incredulous stare she just shrugged, "What? My best friend is a blood traitor, you pick up some useless information after a while".
"Bisexual then", he nodded and tested the word on his tongue. "But that doesn't really matter to my father, of course. You can't have children with men, no chance of continuing the line so fo course he thinks it's a disgrace. He thought the ever pure and noble House of Black would be able to sort out my deviancy."
She snorted, "Good luck with that. All the names on the tapestry that have been burned off are people deemed unworthy by the House. That includes gay people, muggle-lovers and the like. Unless you hadn't noticed there are quite a lot of burned off names, so we're not quite perfect after all."
"Nobody is", he shook his head ruefully.
He spent the next few weeks getting to know some of the Black Family. He hadn't realised it at first, but Grimmauld Place was actually the ancestral home of the Blacks. So he was quite surprise when Lord Black had miraculously appeared the next night from his room and joined him for dinner. After a conversation with Lucretia he'd learnt that the Ancestral traditionally housed the Lord of the house as well as the Heir's family. Seeing as Orion was the Heir, Lucretia and her parents were graciously allowed to live in the manor. All of Lord Black's other children had to acquire and maintain their own manors which could either be sold or passed down to their own children upon death.
Heleus had then explained how it worked differently in Greece and most of Europe. All pureblood sons were gifted the gold to by themselves a manor on their 20th birthday were they were supposed to raise their family, the daughters weren't given one as they were supposed to have at least gotten a marriage contract by that point. There was no designated manor for one family as it changed depending on which Lord came into power. The manor his father lived in had been bought by his grandfather but before that the previous Lord lived on a different side of the country.
He'd learnt different British customs from Lucretia and she'd also shown him pictures of her cousins and other Pureblood Heir's so that he'd know their names in advance and how to address them correctly. He'd been told about Walburga, Orion's intended, who was apparently quite pretty but a natural gossip and turned into a banshee when mad. She was three years older than Orion and not much liked by him. He'd become completely withdrawn since the announcement of the Contract and went from a chatty child to somebody completely withdrawn. There was also Cygnus in their year who was a Quidditch team captain and quite popular in the year. He had also been recently been contracted to marry and seemed quite happy with the outcome.
He and Lucretia had received their Hogwart's letters the day before, Heleus' included an extra note informing him of when his meeting with the Headmaster was and that they would discuss his OWL results at that time. He'd gone to the Ministry and taken his OWLS in Defence, Potions, Runes, Arithmancy, Herbology Transfiguration, Charms and History and believed he had done quite well. Olympus' curriculum was planned out so that they'd take OWL's in their sixth year and NEWT's in seventh so taking them a year earlier was a bit of stress but he thought he'd handled it well.
Today they were in a small Wizarding community in central London called Diagon Alley. He couldn't stop the snickering when he heard the name.
Their first destination was Madam Malkins, a tailors where they sold all of the school uniform. He was lead onto the podium by Lucretia and a short kind looking woman came up to him. "Hogwarts dear?" she asked in a melodic voice.
"Yes I'm transferring". She nodded in understanding and pulled out a long tape measure and started to get to work. He soon learnt that the Hogwarts uniform was very different from his old one. At Olympus they wore white floaty shirts and blouses, almost like a poets shirt but less fancy and frilly that had the schools logo stitched on. The boys wore trousers whilst the girls wore flowy below the knee skirts and they were both in an odd shade of silver. Shoes were usually simple sandals. They didn't have much use for winter uniform as despite the altitude the school's heating was maintained by a magical weather system that kept the school in a constant state of spring or summertime, occasionally they wore dark blue cardigans to complete the uniform. The only other thing that was mandatory was the Athletics clothes for mandatory weekly group exercise but usually the school said you could wear whatever you wished as long as it had the crest stitched on it.
The Hogwarts uniform, however, was all about warmth. They had shirts with ties and long over-robes that reached the floor. Wooly vests and jumpers, gloves and earmuffs and well as different thicker cloaks for winter that Heleus thought he might just drown in. There was also no Athletics clothes as apparently it wasn't required. "We have to do flying lesson during our first year", Lucretia had explained. "But after that it's our decision whether we continue with fitness or not. Most of the pureblood girls go out by the lake at least once a week to do yoga. It was Walburga's idea really, she said nobody would want to marry her if she devolved into a mass of lard."
"I don't like the tie..." he said holding up the plain black material that had just been wrapped around his neck. There was a small crest on it but other than that it was completely plain.
Lucretia rolled her eyes, "That's not the finished uniform silly. It changes once you get sorted into your house".
He stared at her blankly. "Did they not have houses at Olympus?" He shook his head. "How do they decide what classes your in? Or which dorm your in?"
He shrugged, "There are different dorms for the boys and girls in each year and they just rotate names at the start of every September so you're not with the same people every year. First Year classes are just mixed ability but once you get into second year they sort you based on ability so the most skilled people in each subject are in a set on their own. What are the houses?"
The girl sighed. "There are four. Slytherin for the cunning and ambitious. Gryffindor for the brave. Ravenclaw for the wise and Hufflepuff for the loyal and hard-working. But most people just simplify and say Slytherins are evil, Gryffindors are heroes, Ravenclaws are nerdy bookworms and Hufflepuffs are just the ones nobody wants. The House of Black is traditionally Slytherin although Ravenclaw is accepted. Getting sorted into one of the other two is pretty much a one-way road to being disowned."
He frowned, "So they're basically putting eleven year olds into groups that all discriminate against each other."
She nodded with bigger frown on her face. "Yes, and then they wonder why some Slytherins actually end up turning into maniacs. If you're labelled as one thing at a young age, why would you try and be anything different? People would never change their opinion of you, you're condemned at the age of eleven to live a certain kind of life. Those that do escape the cycle just end up worst off."
"Damned if you do damned if you don't", he murmured under his breath.
"Exactly".
Madam Malkin came back from her store cupboard and began to remove the pieces of fabric from him, telling them to come back later to pick up their order. Lucretia then took him to another clothes shop and bought him some traditional British style robes in his families colours, teal and white, along with some casual clothes that she said fit the current style. Then they were on their way home again.
"Heir Heleus Diocles Vasilikas".
His eye twitched at his name but the rest of his face stayed blank. The man before him was flicking through his files, one from the Ministry and the other that had been sent over by Professor Louka. The Headmaster of Hogwarts, Armando Dippet, was a very old man with completely white hair and wrinkles covering most of his face. He was quite thin, almost frail and he was wearing fine robes with the Hogwarts crest emblazoned on them.
Dippet flicked through another page and one of his eyebrows raised slightly, "Your OWL results are very good. O's in Defence, Arithmancy, Runes and Potions. E's in Transfiguration, Charms, History and Herbology. Not many people could do that."
"I would've done better if I actually finished my course".
"Why did you leave your last school?" the other Professor in the room asked. His name was Albus Dumbledore, Deputy Headmaster and Transfiguration Professor. He was dressed in what seemed to be a muggle suit with greying auburn hair. He had a scottish accent and his voice showed genuine curiosity.
"My Father thought it best if I finished my education somewhere else", he answered. Trying to be as ambiguous as possible.
"Well", interrupted Dippet. "I think everything is in order. There doesn't seem to be a problem, the only question is would you rather be sorted now or during the Opening Feast?"
"Now would be preferable", he said politely.
"Of course". The man stood up and walked to the other side of the office were an old worn hat was sat on a pedestal. There was a gash in the fabric that, as the hat lifted it's head to look at him, seemed to form a mouth. The hat, if it was possible for a hat to do so, studied him intently. "Here we go then", the Professor placed the hat on his head and he shuddered at the thought of all of the nits that could have entered the thing from children past and reminded himself to wash his hair thoroughly.
I don't have nits
A voice, a loud and irritated voice had invaded his mind and he knew at once that it was the hat. A hat that was currently filtering through his innermost thoughts like a filing cabinet. And a hat that could talk...
Don't worry young Heir. I couldn't tell anyone your secrets even if I wanted to, you do have quite a few...
Stop
Stop? I'm afraid I can't, this is the only way to sort you after all. My, my, I don't think I've sorted anyone as interesting as you before
Well I do try to be unpredictable
You've done some bad things Heir Vasilikas
Everybody makes mistake, Hat
None quite as bad as you. Aleka? The girl? Don't call what you did to her a mistake, it would only do to dishonour her further
You don't understand what you're talking about
I see your memories young man, I understand far better than even you. There can only be one house for you. "Slytherin!"
The hat was pulled off his head immediately and the Headmaster smiled down at him. "Well done! I look forward to seeing you at the start of the year."
Dumbledore stepped forward, "I think it's best I see him to the gates".
"Of course Albus" the headmaster said with a placating gesture as he went back to the desk.
He trailed after Dumbledore as he was lead through the corridor and the man slowed down to walk beside him. "So, Slytherin?" the man asked inquisitively.
"The house of ambition sir." he said with a shrug as they went down another step of stairs, barely dodging the trick step. "Ambition to do..." he trailed off and they took a sharp left turn onto a bright corridor lined with laughing portraits.
Heleus shook his head ruefully, "There are many things wrong with this world Professor. Somebody needs to help change them, I believe I have the power to d so."
Dumbledore chuckled again and they finished their walk in a peaceful silence. He met Mrs Black and Lucretia at the gate, ready to apparate him away.
"Come on. I'll introduce you to everyone".
Lucretia slammed the door open to a compartment full of girls, all of them were dressed in typical pureblood clothes and had the air of superiority about them. One of the girls, who he recognised to be Walburga, seemed to be the center of attention with all the others gathered around her. She looked up from where she was sitting to see them at the door. "Lucretia", she shrieked loudly and his eardrums were hammered with the sound. "You're late".
"Sorry", the girl beside him winced and pushed him in front of her. "This is the cousin I was talking about. Heir Heleus Vasilikas."
"The Greek one?" Walburga leant forward clearly interested.
Lucretia nodded and Walburga sat up very straight and adopted a very smug expression. "I am Walburga Black, future Lady of the House of Black. This is Selinda Yaxley, Miranda Fawley, Druella Rosier and Azalea Parkinson." He nodded at each in turn politely.
"And I am extremely uninterested", drawled a voice from behind him. He turned to see a tall boy who looked quite a lot like Orion standing behind him. His hair was shorter yet still a bit curly at the fringe and his eyes were a clear blue. He was also taller and seemed a bit bulkier but other than that all of his facial features were identical. They could be brothers. "Come with me". The boy grasped him by the hand and yanked him out of the compartment into the corridor, slamming the door behind him.
"Don't mind the girls. Menaces, the lot of them". He was being pulled down the corridor quickly and he had to elbow the boy to get his arm out. "Don't touch me".
"Sorry". He didn't look sorry at all, even as he was shoved into another compartment.
Cygnus gestured dramatically, "These are my friends".
"Abraxas Malfoy and Thaddeus Nott", Malfoy was tall pale and blond but also quite handsome and Heleus couldn't quite stop the lustful thoughts that came to mind. Nott on the other hand was short and weedy with not much strength about him but by the mischievous look on his face he could tell the boy had plenty of cunning.
"Where are the others?" Cygnus asked sitting collapsing onto seat opposite the other two boys.
Malfoy looked up from where he was playing cards with Nott, "Avery and Lestrange went off to bully the first years and Fawley went to cheer up his little sister. She's apparently having separation issues so ,being the little Hufflepuff that he is, he's letting letting her cry all over his shoulders."
"You shouldn't make fun of him Abraxas, at times Joseph is even more Slytherin than you".
His neck almost snapped as he turned towards the owner of the smooth voice in the corner of the room. It was deep and calm, running over his skin like silk. His eyes connected with his own and he was instantly hooked. They were a deep hazel like the forest floor and the face. The face was stunning.
Deep brown curls perfectly styled on his head, pale unblemished skin and a perfect roman nose all accentuated by those gorgeous pink lips. How had he not noticed this man before?
The boy caught his stare and quirked a brow, standing up to his full height (only an inch taller than him) he held out his hand towards him.
"Tom Marvolo Riddle. Pleasure to meet him".
It was at that moment that Heleus knew, one way or another, that this man would be his.
Authors' Notes: Chapter 1 done!
Just one thing I'd like to make clear, this will be a reincarnation story and the first four or five chapters will be dedicated to Heleus (Harry) and Tom's backstory before the real main plot begins. It won't be bashing, Harry will be dark and the only reason he'll disagree with some characters (Weasleys, Hermione etc.) isn't because they're bad people and more because he's a bit of an evil shit...
Tom and Heleus are pretty much equal and opposite characters. Tom's downfall is the fact that he feels very little emotion. He's charming, intelligent and has so much potential for good but without empathy and compassion he doesn't have much capacity for good. Heleus' problem is he feels too much. The confusion and sadness he feels about his mothers death, the hate he feels for his father and do many other emotions are compacted together and he doesn't know what to feel. In the end, his brain just compacts all those things together into hate and that hate is inevitably turned into the extreme lust that he feels all the time and it leads him to do extremely horrible things. Like raping Aleka at the beginning of the chapter. Maybe they'll help eachother, maybe they'll just make things worse...
Another thing I'd like to mention is the weird sex magic thing Heleus did at the start of the chapter, with the fancy vapour and cutting her neck up, will be explained later on in the story and at some point will be quite important. Stay tuned!