Chapter 3

Lyra's orphanage, Surrey, 1996

"-They took the mark?! All of them? Are you sure? Where did you get the information?" asked Trixy after the initial shock.

It was truly surprising, the Dark Lord never marked children who still haven't finished their education. It was true that he recruiteyoung, but the process took time, it was like ritual. The older students who knew about the Dark Lord, or had connection to his followers, watched their younger peers. When they saw interesting children, or teen, they approach those chosen at the end of the teen's sixth year, giving them a letter or piece of paper, sometimes the information was given mouth to ear. Those who were chosen, and were interested, were given a portkey, at the date of the meeting, they were whisked away to an unplottable location. Of course they didn't see the Dark Lord, but he was there, hidden somewhere, while one member of his inner-circle give them a small speech. Those who didn't want to accept the view of the Dark Lord, forget everythong about the meeting, the rumor says that it was some kind of parselmagic. Those who were interested were given their seventh year to work hard and be useful to their futur Lord, they also had to pass an initiation. To keep everything secret, they had to swear on their magic at the meeting to not speak of this meeting, only to those who had the mark or were going to have the mark. When everyone of them did the initiation, those who failed forgot everything, like their peers who weren't interested. Those who succeed gain the right to meet their Lord and his followers. Of course the dark faction was well organized, the Dark Lord had his inner circle, they where the elite, they all were assigned a small group of follower (seven to ten), they were called the circle and were assigned with some less than hard mission. After them came the rest of the death eaters, they didn't see the Dark Lord often, less than the circle, they were what the circle was to the inner circle. The recruits were tested by the members of the circle, if their family already had prestige, or they won against a member of the circle, they could ask to fight against a member of the inner-circle. After the mock duel, they were given the mark, and their 'uniform'.

"-Of course I'm sure. My cousin told me, you know, Draconis."

Harry snorted at that. He always find it funny when Trixy and Lucian called Draco 'Draconis', as if Draco was a nickname, which wasn't true, Draco's name was really Draco. But when did his friends listen to him?

"-Ah."

Yes. Ah. Everyone who knew Draco, knew that he couldn't keep a secret. And he would never ever lie to his 'cousin Lucian'. Yes. His cousin. The Malfoy family came from the division of the Foi family, because of some revolution in the country near 1800, they separated in two branchs, those who decided to go to england became the Malfoy, those who decided to stay in France were called the Bonnefoi. Something about 'not abandonning their nation', whatever. Now the two family were close, and their relation went closer thanks to Abraxas' sister Charlotte who married Lucian's grandad. Yep, meaning that Draco and Lucian were actually second-cousin. They wouldn't have been this close, if it wasn't for boring parties thrown by some pureblood family.

"-When did you came across this piece of information?", asked Harry sharply. The blond boy smiled in a 'sorry I forget but I'm too cute so you'll excuse me' way, before taking a step back and answering.

"-Two days ago?"

"-Lucian Vega Bonnefoi! Evans, everyone and me were worried and it's only now that you decided to kindly share this piece of information." said Trixy in a dark voice.

Harry decided to discreetly go out of there, he didn't want to see Bellatrix's daughter angry. He coud have help the idiot, but he deserved it, ah, revenge, you gotta love it. Walking along the silent corridor, his thoughts got back to Voldemort. What was going to be his reaction? And if he accepted how were they going to speak to eachother? As Harry went down the stairs, a sudden image came to his mind that got him to chuckle, it was Voldemort in santa claus'costume saying 'merry christmas' while giving gift to a sour Snape.

"-What do you find so funny?" said a calm sligthly bored voice behind him.

"- Only my mind playing tricks Vlad." answered Harry.

Vladimir Xerxès Dolohov, age 34, dark long hair tied in a lazy way, his brown eyes were always tired, with winkles beneath them. The poor man was an hard worker, the day the aurors arrested his brother Antonin, he was at work in Russia. He kind of settle down there, the russian government didn't care about England. If the english aurors came to arrest a 'innocent' pureblood, Russia would have started a war. Vladimir could have had a nice peaceful life, if it wasn't for Thomas's mother, she asked him to keep them all safe before dying from dragonpox. 'Them' designingThomas and his little followers.

"-Do not fret over what will happen. You, humans, always worry about the futur."

"-You too are a human Vlad."

"-Are you sure Evans?", with a secretive smile Vladimir opened the door to his room and disappeared to get dressed. Harry rolled his eyes, before going to the kitchen , he could do with a nice butterbeer. Opening the door, he wasn't surprised to find Rosier eating a sandwich in the kitchen. He coughed, and Rosier's cheeks went to pink.

"-It's not what it looks like! I'm not breaking my promesse to lose weight this year. It's only a good luck treat!"

"-I didn't say anything Rosy dear."

"-Evans! Don't call me that." The chubby teen pouted.

"- Just joking Rosy, and I'm here for a 'good luck' butter beer myself."

"-Why do you guys always have to be mean?" Whined Rosier.

"-Well, the darkside doesn't have enough cookies. We gave nicknames instead."

"-Evans?"

"-Yes?"

"-That wasn't funny."

"-I'll forget the sandwich and you the not funny joke."

"-What joke?"

"-What sandwich?" They shared a smile, before Harry went to his butterbeer.

Little Whinging, Surrey, 1985

A boy was running in the street, his black unruly hair knotting themselves with the speed, his vivid green eyes were litting with joy as he reached his destination : The came earlier than his friends, and waited his friends, normaly he would be calm and more collected, but today he was bouncing with joy. He had finally found a first name to call himself. After waiting five long minutes, he didn't see his new friends, but only Thomas coming toward him. Weird. He met the guhs from the orphanage two weeks ago, and they all become fast friends, so where were the others.

"-Hello Black."

"- Hi Thomas, where are the othersss?", asked Black tilting his head shyly to the side. Why the hell was this boy so cute?

"-It hurts me that you don't want to see me Black." Said a non-chalent Thomas. Harry squeaked and stammered an apology." Does it mean that you're happy to see me Black?" Black blushed and nodded quickly."How much are you happy to see me Black?" Black's face got redder and he looked distressed, worried to have vexed Thomas.

"-A lot! I'm really happy to sssee you !"

"-Does it mean that you like me?"

"-I-I...er..."He looked ready to faint, poor boy.

"-Just jocking Black. So, what got you so happy?"

"-Huh? How do you know I wasss happy?" Asked the small confused boy.

"-I actually came in advance, and decided to test your capacity to sense your ennemies. Of course we are friends. But if I was an ennemy, you would have been badly hurt or worse dead." Thomas lied easily , the truth was that he wanted to watch Black and his cuteness, but staring at someone without a reason wasn't considered normal in this world. So he had to stalk his Black.

"-Woaw! I'll do my bessst nexsst time! Promissse. Where are the otherss?"

"- Well. We decided to invite you in our orphanage, there's going to be a storm in the afternoon, as we didn't want to be sick, the only logucal solution is for you to cole with me."

"-I didn't know! Thank you, it'll be a pleasssure to go with you."

"-You didn't answer my question. What got you so happy?"

"-Oh sssorry! I finally chosed a first name. I'll tell you when we'll sssee the otherss."

"- Or you can tell me now." Thomas said quickly. If Black had to tell someone first it was to him! No one else. There was no way he going to let this boy go. Even if he was a muggle, he was special.

"- But it wouldn't be fair if I told you now and not at the ssame time asss everyone."

"-Why wouldn't it be fair?" Maybe Black in his subconscience knew that Thomas had feelings for him. Black looked like he sas thinking hard scrunching his cute nose. Suddenly he looked right at Thomas eyes, yes, only watch him, no one else, coldblue eyes lost themselves in vivid green. So beautiful, and those long dark lashes, they were already so thick.

"-...mas? Thomas? Are you lissstening."

"- Yes?"He was so hypnotized by the boy.

"- I said you were right! Finally!"

"-Excuse-me, so what did you choose?"

"-Evanss!" Exclaimed Black.

"-E...vans" tested Thomas, "Yes. It suit you. You shall be Evans Black. But why this name and not another?"

"-Aunt Petunia'ss college'ss friend came in the Durssey's home today. She called her Evanss, before correcting herssself and sssaying Dursley. That mean that Evansss iss my mother's maiden name too. So I wanted to be more close to her"

"-Good idea Evans. So shall we go to the orphanage?" Evans noded and Thomas took his small hand and guiding him to theirs friends.