Okay, I don't really feel like writing much up here. I haven't been much in the mood for Author's Notes lately. I've been really busy on working on my stories and work that I just skip them a lot. I just make then short, sweet and to the point. Friday night will be Reader Appreciation Day or…night. Hm. Anywho. I hope all of you are excited. Wait. Why am I writing this? You all won't see until Friday anyways! . Doh! Love youz guyz!
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Chapter Eight
Dray felt sick. How could his brother be so fascinated by what Xavier had done when he felt so horrified by it. The scene had been sick! It just served as a reminder of the war he would have to fight in soon enough. They would be marked next summer. For a split, angry moment, Draco felt jealous that Valraven wouldn't have to be a Death Eater. He would get to stand at Tom's side regardless. But then, he realized just how stupid a thought that was. Val would see more of the war than him. Not less. And his twin had reasons for wanting to fight. He wanted his revenge on the man who had tormented him for years. Draco, however, only had a cause. He didn't want to fight. He hated war and killing and seeing the bodies of people in the streets. He wanted no part of it but Tom was his godfather and his parents would be fighting as well. He would see about apprenticing with his dad so at least he would only be making and administering medical attention. He knew with a certain dread that twisted his stomach, though, that even his dad fought quite a bit. He would see the battle field and the thought mad e him want to retch. He was not a fighter and his traitorous thoughts made him feel sickened and ashamed. He was such a bloody coward. Mordred caught his eye and smiled reassuringly. Those two…They were weird and could be really sadistic at times, but when they liked you, they stuck by you no matter what. They were good friends and he was just glad that Val would be with Xavier at least. The kid had been an assassin since before they even met when they were twelve. Apparently, so Tom said, Xavier had been offing people since he was seven. He had used his small, cute image to hide the cold calculated killer beneath. Xavier and Mordred and their cousin Miya were true child prodigies when it came to magic and magical ways of killing. Tom told him once that they were his most prized killers. He had never met Miya personally, but Xavier talked about her all the time. He seemed truly enraptured by their cousin. The only thing he had heard about her abilities so far was that she was an empath. Val would be safe with them and he got the distinct feeling that Tom would not let a grain of sand get through the barriers around Val, let alone and enemy or enemy fire.
Valraven was practically bouncing in his seat in excitement. Tom chuckled in front of him and sipped his drink. Xavier and Mordred sat idly beside him, making horses from fire flames run about the room.
"Did you enjoy your lessons today, Val?" Tom asked him simply but the question made the teen turn bright eyes on him.
"I thought it was amazing! Xavier and Mordred are awesome and you're a great teacher, Tom!" He exclaimed to which Xavier beamed and Tom's own eyes brightened at the praise from the child he held in such high regard.
"I'm glad you enjoyed it. What did you think of Xavier's Necromancy?"
"It was amazing although I don't think Draco enjoyed it as much as I did."
Tom waved off his statement and leaned forward to capture the teen's attention.
"How would you like to learn Necromancy, Valraven?"
Xavier grinned just as big as Val. He took that as a yes. If he hadn't the ball of teenager that threw himself around his neck in a big hug would have confirmed it. Tom was taken aback. He was used to Draco hugging him but he had not expected Val to be so affectionate so quickly. It felt strangely…right to have the boy in his arms. It was like he belonged there and fit perfectly.
"Xavier will come every night and teach you ritual Necromancy, alright? You will have to work incredibly hard to keep up with everything but I think that you can do it. I think you have what it takes." Tom purred, knowing the boys would become fast friends.
Val blushed under the praise but beamed and kissed his cheek. Tom felt his mind faze out for a moment before snapping back to attention.
Severus was surprised when Val had burst into his potions lab, chattering excitedly about his lessons and Necromancy. He was wide eyed by the time the boy had finished.
"Well, Val, I'm so glad you liked it. We will have to go to my distributer and get some books on Necromancy. You know, I'll bet Tom would let you look through the library at Slytherin Manor to see if there are any in there. He keeps Salazar Slytherin's entire library there. He even emptied out the Slytherin vault of all of the books. I'll bet anything that there are books about Necromancy there." Severus said calmly.
He was just glad that his son was adjusting to the enormous change in his life so well. That Tom was so easy going and affectionate with him was such a help. He knew that his Lord and friend had great plans for Val. He had been worried that being a Death Eaters son would be a huge change to adjust to but Val seemed to handle it flawlessly. He did have to say that if Draco hadn't been so loving and protective that it may not have gone so easy. He was blessed to have such perfect children.
"You're the best, Dad! Hey, can we still do potions together even though I'm doing all of my other classes? I really liked doing them with you."
His heart swelled. Val truly was his child.
"Of course. We can even work on more advanced things if you would like. I think you're ready for it."
Valraven smiled and turned to bounce out of the room, his happiness infecting everyone he cam ein contact with. Yes, he was truly blessed indeed.
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