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07/31/1995

'Flap! Flap! Flap! '

As usual, and like every morning, this sound can be heard everywhere in the world. This so usual sound is none other than that of a flapping of wings. The flapping wings of an owl, holding in its claws a small bag full of letters and newspapers. Finally, the noise diminishes, because the flying animal finally arrives at its destination, a white mansion with a large garden and albino peacocks strutting around.

Anyone would recognize this place so characteristic belonging to the Malfoy family. Lucius Malfoy, the current Lord of the House Malfoy is sitting, sipping quietly a cup of tea while enjoying his breakfast, seated at the end of the table. He then raises his head when he hears that fluttering of wings, and with a snap of his fingers, a house elf intercepts the feathered before giving him the contents of his bag, not without giving the animal a sleep. for a service rendered.

Lucius then raises his head and observes those who accompany him around his table. On his right is his wife, Narcissa Malfoy, born Black, and on her left, her son, Draco Malfoy. Finally, he looks at his distinguished guest sitting at the other end of the table. He is a man of about thirty, with short brown hair, a refined face and aristocratic cheekbones. But the most interesting feature is his red eyes, betraying his true identity. This man, who is enjoying his breakfast with such distinction is none other than the greatest black mage in the UK, Voldemort, although he is now known as Thomas Salazar Slytherin, the last legitimate heir. of the Most Archaic and Most Gracious Slytherin House.

Lucius then lowers his eyes, catching the Daily Prophet newspaper, while a copy is given to Voldemort. When he puts his eyes on the title on the first page, he hardly holds a mine of disgust and can not refrain from hiding as if he smelled a nauseating odor. Narcissa, seeing the unexpected and especially unusual reaction of her husband then decides to question him as to the reason for his reaction.

The latter simply decides to quickly show him the title that can be read on the first page.

The Boy-Who-Lived celebrates his fifteenth birthday! The remarkable story of our national hero, Charles Fleamont Potter!

By Rita Skeeter.

Narcissa managed to hide her disgust by a pinchy smile, but no one is fooled. Obviously, manners are not the strong point of their son.

"Still talking about the so-called Survivor, always Potter here, Potter over there, and I'm not even talking about his parents running after fame like the Weasleys after money."

Lucius lets out a sigh while taking his head in his hands. His son is really lacking in tact, and seeing the look Voldemort gives him, he suspects that his son will soon receive a 'lesson' of politeness and ethics. Maybe a little torture would do him good, after all.

"Although I do not appreciate how your son spoke, Lucius, I have to admit he's right about the Potter boy, when I think they were not even able to recognize my true vanquisher, this is ridiculous, "said the Dark Lord.

Lucius can not help giggling, and looking up, he can see a smile on the faces of his wife, but also Voldemort. Indeed, on 31/10/1981, Voldemort went to Godric's Hollow after hearing a prophecy about his future defeat by a child. He had hesitated between Longbottom's son and the Potter twins. His choice finally turned on the twins, knowing that they were half-bloods, just like him.

He took advantage of the fact that the Potters were at a ball organized by Milicent Bagnole to infiltrate the house, thanks to his loyal servant and guardian of the Fidelitas secret, Peter Pettigrew. He was pleasantly surprised to see the twins alone, probably maintained by the house elves at regular intervals, and decided to attack the youngest of the two, the one born at the last moment. The two Potters had absolutely nothing to do with each other, the oldest being red with hazel eyes, while the youngest was brown with mesmerizing green eyes. For him, it was obvious then that the last was the child of the prophecy.

Unfortunately, nothing happened as planned, and his death spell was returned to him, marking the young Harry Potter with a scar in the shape of the Sowilo rune on his forehead, while a piece of wood came to hack Charles. Potter on the cheek, revealing a capital V that would never fade as the piece of wood was loaded with black magic. Voldemort was fired from his own body, and then began to wander aimlessly for a time. Meanwhile, Albus Dumbledore, the greatest wizard and mogul of the Wizarding World, proclaimed Charles Potter in his greatest stupidity as a Survivor, and Harry Potter only became part of the scene, his parents preferring the oldest.

No one knows what happened to young Harry, finally, officially. Unofficially, it was learned that Harry Potter was entrusted to a muggle family related to Lily Potter, the Dursley, against the will of Sirius Black, the godfather of the young Potter. One thing was sure was that Harry Potter was never seen again, the Dursleys were victims of an accident, and Sirius Black officially declared the Black House in conflict with Potter House, then joining the purists to the greatest shock of the witch community, and to the delight of purebloods. He was joined by Remus Lupine, Andromeda Black (formerly Tonks but reinstated in the family), Ned Black (having agreed to take the name of Black) and Nymphadora Black.

"I do not know about you, but I prefer the title of the second article," exclaims Voldemort with a small smile.
Lucius, curious, turns the page and observes the name of the second article.

The popularity rating of the Slytherin Lord rising, did we find the next Minister of Magic? Dumbledore opposes it, but few support it!

By Rita Skeeter.

"There is not much support for him, but the only ones who support him are the Potter, the Weasley, the Ogden, the Marchbanks, and some families like the Shacklebolt." The majority of Purebloods support our cause, and they are unlikely to support the visions. this old fool's crazy. "exclaims Voldemort, sneering.

All around the table smile, and they decide to continue reading the newspaper. It is then that they hear again a flapping of wings, to their greatest astonishment . A hawk arrives then, quickly depositing a newspaper before going at full speed, under the astonished eyes of all. Lucius then takes the tabled newspaper and reads aloud the title.

Special Edition: A Ball organized in honor of the Prince d'Orlais at the Halamshiral Winter Palace!

By Rita Skeeter.

My dear readers, today is a great day. Indeed, less than thirty minutes ago, the Grand Chamberlain of the Imperial family of Chalon proclaimed the organization of a Ball in honor of the Prince d'Orlais, Adrien de Chalon, also known as the diminutive Prince Harry.

Indeed, the Ball will take place on 31/08 at the Palace of Halamshiral, located in the Empire of Orlais in the World of Thedas. This Ball aims to celebrate with a month late the birthday of the Prince d'Orlais, the latter having decided to spend his true birthday as a family, today. What's more, this Ball is also an incredible event since it will represent the fifteen years of the Prince d'Orlais, and he will then officially receive his title of Prince as well as the crown of heirs of the Empire of Orlais.

Obviously, the entry will be done by invitation, as each Ball organized by the de Chalon, and I can assure you that I will be exceptionally present, being myself invited for this great event. So, ladies and gentlemen, dress up in your most beautiful outfits and get ready for a night that will be the most exciting!

Silence reigns over the room, finally broken by Draco.

"Who are these de Chalon, and where is the Empire of Orlais? I have never heard of it before. "

Narcissa lowers her head, annoyed. Her son probably did not attend his classes, let alone take the time to learn about the geopolitical situation. Lucius sends an angry look to his son, who shudders, before handing him the special editions. At first, Draco frowns, but when he reads the second title, he finally understands his father's gesture.

Who are the de Chalon and the Empire of Orlais? A complete story since their arrival in our World!

By Rita Skeeter.

Many of you, probably the most insular, have probably never heard of the de Chalon or the prestigious Empire d'Orlais. However, ladies and gentlemen, know that it is very important to know who they are, and above all, how important they are in our world.

First of all, we must know that the de Chalon, and the Empire of Orlais are not native to our world. They come from a different world with no official name, which for the moment they call the Creator's World. This World is divided into several continents subdivided into several Kingdoms. From the little we have, their Continent named Thedas is divided into four great parts, the Empire of Orlais, the Kingdom of Ferelden, the Tevinter Imperium and the Free Marches.

The Kingdom of Ferelden is a pretty basic and boorish place, reminding us of the Muggle Middle Ages with their castles, their straw houses, their old-fashioned knights and their diseases.

On the other hand, the Empire of Orlais strangely reminds us of a more refined and richer version of the French Renaissance, with their illuminated and sophisticated buildings, their art present everywhere, but also their frivolous and secretive nobility , and of course the famous Jeu du Mask, or as we know it so well, the Court Game, a game that turns out to be deadly for those who do not know how to play it, and reserve exclusively for the nobility.

There are also, from what we have learned, other powers, such as the Tevinter Imperium (A magical Empire dominated by Mages), the Free Marches (a coalition of cities-free strangely reminiscent of Ancient Greece) or the Qunaris (we have heard that this are huge men with horns).

Just like our World, theirs contains various races, such as Men, Dwarves, Elves (nothing to do with ours, theirs resemble High Elves) and Qunaris. However, unlike us, their races manage to coexist even though they stay at a distance from each other due to their different cultures and that the elves are for the most part, just like ours, servants.

The real difference between our world and theirs lies in the cohabitation between mages (their wizards) and non-mages (their muggles). Indeed, among their population, Magic is not concealed, although it is closely watched by an Order named the Knights Templar (which has nothing to do with our Order of Knights Templar), and that their magi are mostly confined to huge schools and training centers called Circles. Well, it was the case in Orlais.

We have learned that there is little true anymore as the circles of Magi were removed throughout the Empire of Orlais, and that the Magi were officially integrated into the population, while the Knights Templar had to submit to the Imperial Crown, previously led by the Chantry (more information on page 6).

In any case, the Mages of Orlais discovered an ancient portal leading to a different World, portal that led them directly into the heart of France, in Paris. We think it is a portal dating from ancient Rome, at the time when Paris was called Lutetium. Anyway, the Empire of Orlais discovered our world, and the biggest surprise of all, they decided to take control of France and their Ministry of Magic starting on 01/01/1990. The control was then carried out in less than a month, their Templars being trained to resist magic, the French wizards could do nothing, and the mages were able to deal with ease with muggle weapons and muggle devices.

They then used their magic to simply take control of governments, and they managed to establish the Empire of Orlais in France, the latter becoming a province of the Empire. By no means what miracle, the Orlésiens managed to reveal the existence of Magic to all the French while preventing them from doing the same with the rest of the Muggle World. We do not know yet how they did, but we suspect a heavy use of runes and other surveillance systems.

The most important thing is to know that the Empire of Orlais now controls all of France, that they are extremely rich and that their power is still undetermined. It is therefore a new player on the political level, and a player who we thinks is superior.

However, they are not asocial, on the contrary, and they are known to organize an incredible number of receptions and balls of all kinds, only by invitation of course. I have never been invited, just like the whole of the British wizards, to our greatest astonishment. Is there a reason? I wonder…

Now, here are the names of the leaders of the Empire of Orlais, and the family de Chalon:

-Empress Selene de Chalon

-Grand Duke Gaspard de Chalon (Chief of the Berruyers and General of the Armies, Cousin of Selene de Chalon)

-Prince Adrien "Harry" de Chalon (son of Empress Selene and designated heir of Gaspard de Chalon)

As bizarre as it may be, we have heard that a civil war broke out between the Empress Selene and her cousin, Grand Duke Gaspar, concerning the accession to the throne. In fact, by a skilful political maneuver, the latter persuaded the Council of Deans to appoint her Empress in place of her cousin, the rightful heir. However, this war is now over, and the two cousins have agreed to appoint Adrien de Chalon as heir.

Rumors say that Adrien de Chalon is in no way bound by blood to their family, and was adopted by a ritual of blood by the two cousins in order to put an end to their quarrel for the throne.

When Draco finally finishes reading the article, he lets out a gasp of surprise. He who believed that the British Ministry of Magic is the most powerful, he just learned that this is not the case, and for a while. When he raises his head to look at his father, he sees that it is frozen, holding in his hands a letter.

"A problem, father?" Asks Draco.

Immediately, Voldemort and Narcissa direct their attention to Lucius, who is still as statufié with the letter in his hands. Narcissa, curious about her husband's shocking reaction, decides to get up and look at the said letter.

She then notices that the letter is made of a golden paper, with a splendid seal sealing the letter. The seal then represents a lion's head in gold, and Narcissa immediately recognizes the coat of arms. She takes the letter from Lucius, who has not moved an inch, and decides to open it before reading it aloud so they can all hear.

Dear Count Malfoy,

You are hereby cordially invited to attend the Winter Ball organized in honor of the fifteenth anniversary of his grace, Prince Adrien de Chalon, which will take place at the Halamshiral Winter Palace.

You can, in addition to your family, bring with you a guest of your choice. The Ball will start at 16H on 31/08/1995. It is not necessary to bring with you a present in honor of his grace. Proper attire is required, Orlesian attire is recommended.

This invitation will serve as your entrance pass to access the Portal located in Versailles, Paris.

Not being a member of the Orlesian nobility, please do not introduce yourself masked.

Regards,

The Grand Chamberlain Guillaume de Montpareil

Silence reigns again on the room, and Lucius, who has come back to him for a few seconds, does not know what to say. Even before he can speak, a sound of chimney is heard in the distance, and footsteps reason throughout the manor.

It was then that Severus Snape made his entrance, still dressed in black, like a vampire with the twirling cape.

"My lord, I have very important news." He exclaims while watching Voldemort.

"What's this news, Severus?" Voldemort asks, puzzled.

"Dumbledore received an invitation to the Winter Ball, just like the Weasleys," he reveals then.

Voldemort's eyes widen. He is not so much surprised by the invitation for Dumbledore, but more by the one for the Weasleys. Before he can answer, they hear the chimney again, and a bouncing Bellatrix Lestrange of joy enters the room.

"My lord, Sirius has received a letter inviting him to the Ball, and Rodolphus too! ", She exclaims without ceremony.

Voldemort plunges into his thoughts.

'It would seem that the majority, if not all the British nobility, have been invited to the ball. I wonder why I did not personally receive an invitation ...'

He does not have time to think about it before his house elf appears next to him to offer him an invitation similar to that of Lucius, this time addressed to the Marquis Thomas of Slytherin.

"Who shall I invite, my lord?" Asks Lucius.

Voldemort then leaves his thoughts to look Lucius straight in the eyes. He then sends a look to Severus, asking him a mute question.

"Dumbledore has decided to invite Minerva with him, while the Weasleys are not allowed to bring in anyone," Severus reveals.

Bella chuckles in an ungodly way.

"No wonder, there are so many Weasleys that they would not allow them to bring all their friends," said the crazy Lestrange.

All those present around the table then nod. It seems perfectly logical.

"Lucius, you're going to invite Severus, I suppose Sirius asked Remus to go with him?" Voldemort asks, looking at Bellatrix, who nods, "In that case, I'm going to invite Fenrir with me. He will serve primarily as a watchdog, and despite his boorish side, he knows how to stand at a party. "

"My lord, Rodolphus, and I have no guests," Bellatrix then says with beaten dog eyes.

"Why do not we invite Filius, after all, he joined us and serves as a link between the goblins and us, I do not think he got an invitation," Narcissa said.

Voldemort then nods, and Bellatrix jumps for joy, content to satisfy her master. Narcissa gets up then.

"We must go to France next week to find an Orlesian outfit! And we must also find a gift for the prince! This sentence is a test, and knowing Dumbledore, he will take it literally, and he will fall into the trap, but it will not be our case, "said Lucius's wife.

Voldemort then reflects on the phrase concerning the present, and remarks that indeed it is specified that it is not a necessity, but implied that it would be polite and well-seen to do so. He smiles in front of Narcissa's intelligence.

"Okay, in that case, I'll let you and your sisters find us, and I'll meet you here at 2 pm on the 31st of August," Voldemort said before leaving the room.