Chapter Six: Admitted Crush
Fenrir told Bellatrix lessons would have to be pushed back a few days since Damon had to go see an old friend for a few days, on his second day away Roivas came back wagging his tail. The wolf pup jumped up onto Draco's lap during a meeting and curled down to yawn and go to sleep, Lucius and Tom both grinned as did Draco they had missed the wolf. So after the meeting the three sat stroking Roivas and telling him about the odd boy who had come to live with them.
"His names Damon, he's Fenrir's son," Draco said as he played a game of tug a war with the wolf, "He's about my age and is … odd."
"He's an airhead," Lucius chuckled running a finger down the wolf's spine.
"He's cute," Tom said which got three odd looks, two from the blonds and one from the wolf, "Well he is."
Fenrir chuckled as he listened to Draco and Lucius tell the Dark Lord off for lusting after a teen who was young enough to be his grandchild, not to mention the son of one of his best friends. He popped his head in the room and said, "You may pursue him if you like but if you hurt him I hold all rights to kill you," and he glanced at the wolf pup, "Hey boy when did you get here?" and Roivas jumped down and padded over to him and he picked him up, "Come on I want to show you Damon's room, you might like it."
By the time Roivas had left Damon had returned and had a new pet a small bat that liked to hide in his jacket during the day, he swung into the parlor smiling and kissed his Father's cheek before allowing Bellatrix to hug him close, "You were right Aunt Bella," Damon said chuckling, "Uncle Sirius is completely ditzy, but he's fun, he has a motor bike that is huge!" getting her to laugh he spun around once then twice before turning and walking away humming.
"He left to visit Black?" Lucius asked, getting a nod he asked, "Does he know not to speak about whom his father is? Where he's been living?"
"Eh," shrugging Fenrir smirked, "He can do as he pleases he has never said he was on our side, nor has he ever told me he sides with the Light."
That made the others chase after Damon who was giggling as he danced around the yard while a Deatheater who did not like the teen's father was cursing at him. Damon swerved around the jets of magic like it was a game. Giggling madly Damon leaped up and spun out kicking the man in the jaw, "This was fun, let's play again someday soon," and he wandered over to his father and smiled at him, "I got to ride a motor bike, it flies!"
"I'm glad you had fun," Fenrir said before ruffling his hair, "Did your Uncle ask who your father is?" getting a nod he asked, "And what did you tell them?"
"I told him you were my Dad," Damon said smiling brightly, "Then the man Dumbledore asked me how I found the Headquarters and I made him cry," he said before asking, "Can I go horseback riding?"
"Do you know how?" Fenrir asked before Damon shrugged, "Okay yes, but be careful...and how did you make him cry?"
"Oh I told him Uncle Sirius made me his heir," Damon said giggling, "He finds me most fascinating, even asked me if I would wear the Black heirloom ring," and he held up his hand so it showed, "He was going to make his Godson heir but apparently he's rich enough...can we buy a motor bike that flies? It was fun."