Nobilitas, Chapter four

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Draco felt a crick settle its way in his lower back, he was almost finished the potion, and he did not want to be disturbed by others, himself or his traitorous body. With the final flourish he stepped back from his potion with a satisfied smile. The potion was a perfect sky blue and smelled like ammonia. He carefully put the potions in six vials and then proceeded out of the potions laboratory which he had not stepped out for a couple days.

He found the people he was looking for in the garden patio. Hermione and Ron were sitting down on the lawn doing what all pre-couples do (making everyone else gag). Arthur was sitting reading the newspaper with his feet up on the stone wall that was in front of him. Charlie had just portkeyed back from Romania and was sitting have a drink or two. Bill was working on a cursed object and the Twins were working on what looked like a new invention.

Draco cleared his throat for everyone's attention, which he got in short order. He held up the tray for everyone to see. Arthur's throat constricted from nervousness. Draco spoke shortly,

"Alright no rushing up to get this, one at a time, it took me quite a bit to make them and I would not like my effort to go wasted. First is Lord Weasley then eldest to youngest" and this deflated Ron a bit because he had wanted to go first. Arthur stood up feeling wobbly made his way to Draco, grabbed a drink off the tray which clinked as the weight settled off it, and drained it in one gulp. The other Weasley men followed in the same vein, with Fred saying something along the lines of tallyho, and Charlie just grimacing the entire time. Soon enough however, they began feeling a tingly sensation all over their bodies, and soon after that felt as if they were going to be ripped apart in two. Arthur goes the worst of the brunt since he was the father of Ginny and husband of Molly. Within a few minutes, well, okay let's face it, it felt more like an hour, the feelings and sensations were gone. Arthur then noticed how different he felt. He felt more...liberated.

Molly was taking her frustration and anger out on the poor garden gnomes that were starting to run away with fear. None of her "manipulative subjects" had come back; read the Weasley men and Hermione. She did not know what to do, what would she tell Dumbledore? Ginny on the other hand, was not angry but hiding from her mother, she had failed at the task that her mother had set her out. She did not want to see the fall out. She was currently hiding behind the shed that was in the back, and she was also currently trying to find a way to find Ron and Hermione; they cannot get away!

Then at the same moment they felt something tug at their navels for a moment they thought they were being portkeyed away, when all of a sudden they felt lighter. It was at this moment that Molly decided to go inside to get a drink and to have a quick sit down, and when she looked at the family clock, it was then she noticed the curious phenomena. All the names on the clock except hers and Ginny's were gone. Simple poof! Gone! Molly did not understand this so she quickly grabbed some firecall powder and stuck her head in the fireplace,

"Albus! The family clock, all the names except for me and Ginny's are gone! One second they were there and the next second they were gone." She rushed out all at once. Albus stopped what he was doing at his desk and looked at her in the fireplace curiously. Albus has heard of only one instance in which this has happened before;

"Only yours and Ms. Weasley do you say?" Molly nodded vigorously, her red curls bounced around as she shook her head. Albus then knew what happened; they were disowned by the Weasley family.

"Molly it sounds like you have been disowned by the Weasley family" he reported rather calmly in his opinion. Molly on the other hand, did not take it so calmly. In fact, she proceeded to freak out. Her shrill voice practically shattered Dumbledore's eardrums, and really he did not want to listen to this idiot of a woman go on and on about her right's in that family. So he put up his hand in what he hopped was a grandfatherly fashion.

"Hush, Child" at this wording Molly bristled. "You have nothing to worry about, you can easily get your Prewitt name back and give it to " this was not what Molly wanted! She wanted the Weasley name; it was an old Pureblood line unlike her own line.

"What about the Weasley name! I deserve that name!" She protested at Dumbledore, who unknown to her wasn't listening anymore, he was busy planning what he would have to do about the Weasley's; they could not be allowed to step out of line. He then tuned back in when he realized Molly had stopped talking. He scrambled for something to say,

"Well Molly...you see the thing is...well..." he hemmed and hawed until Molly finally shook her head and exclaimed something to the effect of 'forget it'.

Albus Dumbledore did not like these turn of events, at all. He was not the Supreme Mugwump for nothing! He had to solve this situation that has gotten out of control. But how? If Lily and James had gotten word to Harry, he would not be any longer controllable. Albus stroked his beard contemplating this thought. He simply did not know, nope he did not.

Phaedra and Ronald were Hadrian's right hand people. Ronald since he was a keen strategist became head of military matters, whilst Phaedra knew a lot about everything, was deemed head researcher to look into everything and anything. Hadrian was looking at the plans and layouts and there reports, and then he decided that Phaedra and Ronald needed either a secretary or an assistant. Hadrian sent out a house-elf to go get them so he could present his idea to them, and see if they wanted anybody in particular.

"Okay here's my idea: You two need a secretary or an assistant. What do you think?" Hadrian purposed. Phaedra pondered the idea and then after a second realized that yes, she did need some help, and if Hadrian was willing to find some poor sap to help her out, who was she to deny it? Ronald, the great strategist knew how good this will help him, and thus in extension would help the men on the ground. They both nodded there acquiescence, and Hadrian started thinking of possibilities,

"How about Marcus Flint for you Ronald, he was captain of the quidditch team at school. What about Bliase Zabini for you Phaedra, according to Draco he has a brilliant mind behind his mask?" he put forth these two to them. Ronald thought about Marcus Flint, and then conceded that yes, Marcus Flint, was perfect. Phaedra was less sure,

"Bliase? Really Hadrian?" Hadrian at this point gave her a look that clearly said, if you are on my side get over your prejudices. Phaedra had the gumption to look ashamed at her rather hasty assumptions. "Sorry, I will really try harder Hadrian, I promise" and she was rewarded with a look that said you better.

Phaedra rushed out after the meeting to go to her room to cry out her embarrassment, she didn't mean to be an idiot and jump to conclusions! She thought she had gotten better about this whole thing! She wished she had someone to write to, not that Hadrian and Ronald were close to her, they just weren't women, and wouldn't understand it! She sighed and went for a nap, perhaps which would make things better.

Blaise wandered around the Malfoy library taking in all the book titles waiting for Phaedra. He was really thankful that Draco was able to talk to Lord Hadrian about getting him a non-battle position on the dark side, it wasn't that he didn't like fighting, it was just he was better in the background. Besides, being Assistant to Head Researcher was quite a coup in political terms. Also, Phaedra being the Head Researcher didn't hurt things either, come on she was now rather good looking! He heard heels clicking along the oak flooring of the library and he turned to see Phaedra coming down the grand steps to the main library. His breath was taken away, she wasn't just good looking she was gorgeous! Her hair had finally tamed to a thick lock of curls, her eyes were now a lot like Lord Hadrian's but a deeper shade of leafy green, her skin was darker and she was taller! Bliase had to keep himself from swallowing his tongue. Phaedra cleared her throat when she noticed that Bliase was checking her out,

"Are we ready to get to work Assistant Zabini?" her voice was now more lyrical, Bliase realized.

Marcus Flint walked amongst the Death Eater trainee's watching their stances and spellwork, while waiting for Ronald to appear. The last he heard, Ronald was in a meeting with their Lord's, and it was wise not to interrupt that kind of meeting. He saw a gaggle of first year Slytherins watching the proceedings, they couldn't participate because they had to be sixteen before the Lord's would allow them to go and possibly die in this long war. They were in the Manor because either their parents were here or older siblings.

All of a sudden all the practicing participants came to an abrupt stop, Marcus turned around and saw that Ronald was at the top of the stair looking down upon them. Ronald waved for them to continue what they were doing, and he made his way down to where Marcus was.

"Looks like your my assistant Flint" he stated when they came in talking distance. Marcus nodded, unsure whether or not he should answer. "well, we should get along, in school I like you and other Dark families put on a mask" and for some unknown reason Marcus felt pressure lift off his shoulders.