Title: Fate's Hand

Author: Idika

Warnings and pairings: Refer to the previous chapters.

Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs of J.K. Rowling and Twilight belongs to Stephenie Meyer.

AN: Hoookay. Before we go any further, I'd like to say a few things. In this chapter, I totally deviate from canon of both fandoms. Still, things will start moving to a very different direction from this point on. I am introducing several alien concepts and ideas in this chapter that belong to neither fandoms. Some ideas are similar to those expressed in J.R.R Tolkien's works, particularly The Silmarillion that deals with the aspect of human mortality and the immortality of the Elves ingeniously.

Those who are particular about canon details, please bear with me. This fic was never particularly true to the canon, anyways. I have totally twisted it beyond recognition.

Twilight fans in particular, are warned. While I have read the Saga, I am not particularly fond of it. I am not pleased this certain individual who sent me a message saying that I didn't portray the Cullens properly and neither did I portray the human high-school companions of Bella correctly.

At that, I'd like to point out that I dislike stereotyping. Just because these are a bunch of high school children doesn't mean that they don't have personality. Who said that these children cannot be intelligent and wise in their own ways? This has bugged me for a while.

The Cullens are shown as super intelligent and every other human is portrayed as a stupid accessory to Bella. Does everyone seem to forget the fact that Cullens are much older and have gone through the education process quite a few times? Of course, they seem super intelligent, I'd be too if I went through high school a couple of dozen times.

As for the Cullens themselves… yes, Alice is not a constant hyper bunny. Yes, Rosalie is not always a bitch, yes, Emmett doesn't always pretend to be a big boy with a big empty space in his head and Jasper isn't constantly seeming constipated.

They have their own, varied, multi-layered personalities.

Similarly, Carlisle won't always be an angel wearing vampire skin nor will Edward be a creepy, depressed stalker.

Moreover, where I come from, children respect their parents and never dare to call them by their names. Considering how close I am to my parents, I find the amount of disrespect shown to parental figures in Twilight to be offending. So, yes, in my story, parents will be treated with the respect they deserve. I don't care that Bella calls her father Charlie in canon, in my story she'll be calling him "dad".

I am sorry for this long rant, but I had to point this out.

And those of you who are wondering about Rhyian and Edward's relationship, I see them sharing a fairly equal relationship in the future. However, even though it doesn't seem so now, Edward will be the sexually dominant of the pair.

Don't expect Rhyian to be a girl in a boy's skin though. That's not gonna happen.

Anyways, enjoy this chapter and let me know how you felt about it. I have been agonizing over it a long time, trying to write and rewrite but something still feels off to me. Let me know if you find anything.



"Lucius!" His lord irritated brought him out of his musings.

The Malfoy Lord tensed, before bowing his head apologetically, "Forgive me, my lord."

Voldemort narrowed his eyes, "Something is bothering you."

Lucius paused uncertainly, wondering whether it was wise to get his Lord involved in a family matter. However, he decided that Draco will most definitely involve his favorite cousin and through Rhyian, his lord would know.

"Narcissa is concerned over Draco's increasing fascination with Rhyian's muggleborn friend." He confessed, "It seems that his recent letters have expressed her rise in Draco's esteem."

"Hermione Granger." Voldemort murmured thoughtfully. "She's a rather fascinating girl."

Lucius nodded, "I have been studying the family tapestry ever since Narcissa brought this to my attention, my lord."

Voldemort tilted his head to the side in question, running his fingers through Nagini's spine caressingly. "Is it time, then?"

"Fortunately for Draco, yes." The Malfoy Lord replied. "We could've afforded to wait for a couple of generations but Ms. Granger is certainly very talented and powerful. She'll make a perfect addition to the clan."

"Indeed. This is the perfect time to introduce a First-blood to your clan, Lucius. If Draco starts courting a muggle-born with your permission, your credibility will grow as well." He smirked faintly, "And Rhyian will be pleased to have Hermione under his family's protection."

Lucius lips twitched into a faint smile, "Indeed. That boy is very kind, unfortunately."

"Is Narcissa agreeing to this?" The Dark Lord asked curiously.

"She was reluctant at first but Rhyian is so fond of Granger that she is considering it. She tells me that it would be wise to integrate Granger into our society and traditions. If she is to be a Malfoy bride, she needs to learn pureblood traditions."

Voldemort nodded, "That is if Draco manages to win her favor. She won't be easy to convince."

Lucius smirked, "No and frankly speaking my lord, Draco needs that's challenge. He gets everything he desires far too easily. Maybe it is wise for him to earn the privilege of her hand."

The Dark Lord simply hummed, his gaze once again landing on the pensieve that his house-elves had unearthed.

"Forgive me for saying this, my lord, but you should look into those memories." Lucius whispered tentatively, "And send a copy of it to Rhyian. That, perhaps, will help bridge the lingering gap between the two of you."

Riddle closed his eyes, a sliver of regret marring his aristocratic features. "He still hasn't completely accepted me… and sending him away is only harming the tentative bonds I've managed to develop."

Lucius frowned, hesitant to offer any advice. He didn't wish to offend his master but if there was one thing that he knew better than his lord, it was parenting. Narcissa and he, thankfully, had a very warm and comfortable relationship with their son. "Rhyian respects you and trusts you, my lord." He whispered, "However, he is a good child… a fair child who doesn't tolerate injustice. He's not like us, sir. He is Dark, yes but there's a purity to his darkness. A beauty and innocence to it that will never be tainted. Thus conflict of interest between the two of you will always be there."

Voldemort looked at Lucius sharply, "Your words are offering me no comfort, Lucius."

"My lord, children develop their own personalities, ideals and goals as they grow… it doesn't mean that they stop loving their parents any less. It just means that their world no longer begins and ends with their parents. Rhyian calls you every night, without fail and you speak to him for at least an hour. What does it say about the bonds you have developed?" Lucius said softly, but with confidence.

Voldemort brushed Nagini off his lap gently before walking over to the pensieve. He looked into it with a frown, knowing that they contained memories of the times that were innocent and without pain. "I wonder if seeing my memories of his mother would cause him pain." He pondered, "Adrianna… she should have lived. Rhyian would've cherished her."

"The influence of Lily Potter is keen on him." Lucius murmured, feeling a strange sense of loss. It was saddening to know that his nephew considered Lily Potter more of a mother than his sister. "Maybe he should know something about Adrianna as well."

The Dark Lord didn't say anything, his gaze focused on the pensieve, "To see her again… even in memory…"

Lucius' eyes widened, "You're able to feel…" he whispered, "You wish to grieve for her, my lord?"

"I never did." Riddle answered stoically, "As a husband, I failed. As a father, I continue to." He rubbed the bridge of his nose to stall an on-coming head-ache. "I failed to protect his mother, Lucius. He'll be justified if he chooses to accuse me of carelessness."

"He won't accuse you of anything." Lucius answered, knowing his nephew enough to say that with confidence. "He has forgiven far more grievous offences, my lord."

"And that worries me. His tendency to give everything of himself to the people he cherishes is an alarming trait." he glanced at Lucius, "Especially considering that he is in very close proximity with mate." The Dark Lord turned back to the pensieve with a frown, "That child… it's too early for him to find a mate."

Lucius nodded in complete agreement. If the Cullen realized just how generous Rhyian's nature was, he would take advantage of it.

"Leave me." Voldemort dismissed him abruptly with a casual wave of his hand.

Lucius nodded, bowing respectfully even though Voldemort didn't see it. "Yes, my lord." He whispered before walking out of the room gracefully.

The Dark Lord peered into the pensieve, his keen eyes catching flashes of a beautiful woman and a little child who was the centre of his life.

He closed his eyes to gather himself before plunging himself into the collection of memories.

xXx

Voldemort rushed through the passages of his manor, his long legs carrying him swiftly past many rooms and chambers.

He had been in the middle of a raid, searching for clues regarding the Prophecy that Severus had informed him about when he received the news.

Adrianna had given birth.

Anticipation coursed through his veins as he rushed towards his bedchamber where his wife and his son resided.

His son.

A rather giddy smirk curled at his lips as his pale green eyes glowed. To wait for the arrival of his child for nine months had been excruciating. The mixture of anticipation and worry had driven him almost mad.

The first thing he heard as he reached his chambers was a rather irritated wail, piercing and demanding attention.

His smirk widened as he pushed the door open, his eyes frantically looking for the child.

There he was, cradled in his wife's arms, squirming and squalling and oh dear lord… so tiny.

"Adrianna." He breathed softly, walking forward and peering at the bundle in her arms, his eyes obsessively roaming over his child's features.

"Tom." She answered with a smile and he couldn't bring himself to reprimand her for the use of his muggle name.

At that moment, had she had asked for the world at her feet, he would've given it to her.

"Is he?" he asked with uncharacteristic tentativeness, studying the child for any imperfections.

He was pleased beyond belief when he found none.

"He is perfect, my lord." The healer stated, understanding the Dark Lord's query, "I can sense no physical, magical or mental defects in the child." He explained calmly, "If anything, sir, he appears to be stronger and more powerful than average wizard children."

Voldemort nodded and waved him away impatiently, "Leave us."

Adrianna laughed, "So eager, Tom." She teased gently, "Do you want to hold him?" she offered shushing the child in her arms, "Come now, little one, behave for your father."

Voldemort reached forward before pausing, a scowl twisting his features. "Twinky! Get me some hot water and a towel, now!"

"Tom?" Voldemort shook his head and quickly discarded his robes and his shirt, turning toward the elf that had appeared. He waved his wand at the water before plunging his hands into the liquid, scrubbing them furiously.

Adrianna burst out into bell-like laughter at her husband's actions, watching in amusement as he cleaned himself thoroughly. "My, you are being uncharacteristically considerate." She teased.

Voldemort scoffed before turning towards her with a raised brow, "I'd rather not risk anything." He said before reaching forward, "How am I to hold him?" he knew that there was a specific method to hold a newborn but he didn't know how to go about it.

Adrianna smiled before placing their son carefully in his arms, "Support his head." She whispered, adjusting her husband's arms once he held the child. "There." She murmured, "Perfect."

"Indeed." He whispered in agreement, looking down at his son. Those wide, curious eyes were looking at him, a little fist waving at him. The eyes were a shade of blue but a ring of brilliant pale green surrounded the color. "He'll inherit my eyes." He stated, knowing that the green will spread in the upcoming months as the child's body and magic developed.

Caressing a pudgy cheek with his finger, he smirked, "Curly hair." He raised a brow at his wife, "Aren't they supposed to have very little hair?" he ran his fingers delicately through the incredibly soft mop of dark, curly hair on his son's head.

"Not necessarily." She answered, "I think it's rather adorable, isn't it? Pity, he might lose it in the upcoming months and when it grows back, it might not be so curly."

"Hmm." The Dark Lord too besotted with his son to take his eyes off the child for more than a few seconds.

Adrianna had a fond smile on her lips as she observed her little family, "He is his father's son." She stated confidently, "Just a few hours old and he has already commanded the absolute attention and devotion of the entire household." She looked at him curiously, "What are we to call him?"

Voldemort tilted his head to the side in consideration. "The boy will be a full lamia, right?"

Adrianna nodded, "No matter what species we breed with, excluding the Elves, our offspring will always be lamia. However," she paused, "Your line has been blessed by Elves and there's the fact that you are a True Dark Lord..." she shook her head, "It is possible that he'll be different." She looked at her son with a sparkle in her eye, "He'll be special."

"Then he deserves a special name." Voldemort stated before carefully handing the child back to his wife. Walking over to his bookshelf, he quickly scanned the volumes for a particular book.

Ithil'quessir

Moon Elf. It was one of his favorite tales. It was a tale in which Elves weren't the pure and uncorrupted beings that they were considered to be, but a race that had its own vices and flaws.

Rhyian, the grey elf was his favorite character. He wasn't the protagonist nor was he the antagonist. He was just a character who assisted the protagonist but one of exceptional cunning, prodigious skills and almost unbeatable intelligence.

He was everything that he wanted his son to be when he grew up. A perfect Slytherin.

"Rhyian." He said at last, pronouncing the name carefully for his wife's benefit. "Rhyian Thomas Riddle."

"Rhyian Thomas Riddle." She whispered, looking down at her child, "Welcome to our family, Rhyian Thomas Riddle."

xXx

Bathing Rhyian was a ridiculously tiresome affair. His son refused to stay still, trying to squirm out of his slippery hands, all the while smiling toothlessly at him. Adrianna had been too ill to move from her bed and Voldemort refused to let anyone deal with his child on such an important day.

It was Rhyian's naming ceremony.

"Will you be still?" he looked at his son with a raised brow, wondering briefly why he was talking to someone who couldn't possibly comprehend him.

Rhyian responded by splashing water at him, soaking his robes a little. "Dear lord, you are so mischievous." He whispered, gently pouring warm water over his son's head, finding amusement in doing something as innocent and mundane as bathing his son. "Where did you get that from, hmm?"

The child just waved his hands excitedly, his precious face flushed pink and full of innocent joy.

The Dark Lord smirked before snatching the towel from the house-elf, ignoring her alarmed squeak. Carefully, he wrapped Rhyian up in the soft fabric and stood, gently patting his son dry.

"Is everything ready, Lucius?" he asked the man who had been standing away from them, not daring to express his amusement in the presence of the Dark Lord.

"Yes, my lord." Lucius answered, "Lord Iauron is here, sir."

Voldemort stilled, looking at Lucius in visible shock. "Iauron… Iauron the ancient one? Why in the wo-" he paused, looking down at the child in his arms with a frown, "Have you summoned an ancient to you, Rhyian?" he asked ponderously.

"It would seem that he has, my lord." Lucius said with a nod, "Lord Iauron said that he would oversee the ceremony himself and perform the usual blessings." He looked at the Dark Lord, "My clan elders have not objected… they daren't."

"Of course they don't." he whispered with a scoff as he dressed Rhyian in fine white silk robes. "We are speaking of the same elf that had bestowed the Blessing on the Slytherin line almost two thousand years ago."

Holding the active baby firmly in his arms, he walked towards the ritual chamber, Lucius following him cautiously. He knew why Lucius was being so hesitant. The Malfoy Lord was relatively young by Lamia standards, so young that he wasn't even considered old enough to meet the true elders of his clan. To meet an ancient Elf was a privilege he knew very few would ever experience.

"Lucius."

"Yes, my lord." He murmured, understanding the silent command. He stepped in front of the Dark Lord and opened the large, ornately decorated doors of the Ritual chamber.

Lord Iauron was easy to spot and impossible to ignore. He stood out like a diamond amongst a sea of coals. Tall and regal, he was the very definition of what an Elf would be.

Voldemort had never met him but had read about the Elf lord many times in historical accounts of the Slytherin clan.

"Lord Iauron." Voldemort greeted impassively, "You honor us with your presence." He nodded respectfully.

The elf turned towards him, his beautiful, perfectly symmetrical features glowing in the light of the lamps. With jet black hair, pale green eyes and sharp, clean features, he was the source of all the traits that were considered quintessentially Slytherin.

"I sensed him." Iauron said softly, his voice deep and resonating. The elf's eyes were focused on his son. "I must congratulate you, Lord Slytherin; you have begotten a fine heir." He reached forward in askance, "May I?"

Reluctantly, Voldemort placed his son in the elf's arms, keeping a protective eye on the actions of the ancient being.

"Gîl síla na lû govaded." (A Star shines on the time of our meeting.) The elf lord whispered to his son, placing a glowing hand on his forehead, "The brilliance of your heart and mind will brighten every path your tread. You will bow to none and none shall be able to bring you to your knees. You have the heart of an Elf, the mind and spirit of a Lamia and the will of a Wizard." Curious and innocent eyes looked up at the elf and the ancient being smiled, "Indeed you shall be great, for greatness is your right. In time, you shall be Lord. The House of Slytherin shall emerge once again, ever more proud and regal. It will no longer be a clan of wizards but that of Lamia."

A small sliver of light, burning as brightly as a star, appeared on Rhyian's forehead and Voldemort frowned, almost taking a step forward.

"Lord Slytherin, what will he be called?"

The Dark Lord steadied himself, narrowing his eyes at his loss of composure. "Rhyian Thomas Riddle."

The elf smiled, "Ah. I see that you are wise, Lord. It is a fitting name. Rhyian…" he whispered, "Prince Rhyian of the Slytherin House." He glanced at the Lamia elders who were sitting in their seat, composed and content. The two races had always maintained close and jovial ties so no one had protested when the Elf Lord had taken such liberties. "Do you agree, my brothers?"

The Lamia elders exchanged glances, looking almost amused.

"Far be it for us to deny you, Lord Iauron." The Eldest amongst them, Lord Dûrion, replied, "We sensed him just as you have. As this child is the Dark Lord heir, it is apparent that the Slytherin clan would be the Lamia race." He looked at Voldemort, "Although, we ought to ask him for his permission before making such decisions."

The Dark Lord raised a brow, reaching forward to brush his knuckles against his child's supple cheek. "His path is his own. He is not obliged to follow mine." He looked at the Elf lord in the eye, "The Wizards and Muggles will never understand the true worth of my ancestors nor would they truly honor the name of Slytherin. I have no objections."

"And so it shall be." Iauron whispered finally.

The ceremony commenced once Adrianna arrived. Her features were pale and tired but a child's naming ceremony was a very important ritual and it demanded the presence of both parents unless it was impossible for them to be present.

It was exactly a month since Rhyian was born. His magic had stabilized to a certain extent and it was now time to engrave his name into his blood, his magic and his soul.

The Naming Ceremony was an important aspect of Pureblood culture but the Ministry discouraged it. As of yet, it was still legal but the paranoid wizards were contemplating putting a ban on the ancient custom.

Such a thing would have drastic consequences.

A wizard's name had some magical properties. It was a reason why Pureblood parents would carefully select an appropriate name for their child. It was often noted that the name reflected the personality and abilities of the child.

Moreover, a person's name could also be an anchor to protective spells and wards.

One of the most common uses of it was in Gringotts. It was impossible to fake identity to enter the more secure vaults because the vaults belonged to the name and the magical signature embedded in the name.

Even the Ministry and the Goblins themselves couldn't steal from the vaults of purebloods and most half-bloods because of this one, simple but important ritual.

However, considering that Rhyian was their special child, he needed a special ceremony.

Adrianna smiled down at her husband and son indulgently as the most powerful Elf known blessed her child and then proceeded to perform the ritual.

If nothing else, she was certain of one thing.

Rhyian will be safe.

xXx

"Golden slumbers kiss your eyes.

Smiles await you when you rise.

Sleep, pretty baby,

Do not cry,

And I will sing you a lullaby…"

Like everything else about her, Adrianna's voice had a supernatural allure to it. The love and protectiveness that she felt for their little son poured into the song, caressing his ear.

Rhyian couldn't resist. He was asleep before the lullaby was complete. Adrianna continued to sing the tune for her husband's benefit more than for anything else. Tom had very little to cherish and he burdened himself with the weight of his goals far too much. He knew little peace.

She was determined to be his home. A place to return to when he needed rest and silence.

The cool night air was carried her soft, alluring voice easily, trapping the little family in a dream-like place where everything was peaceful and beautiful.

The faint light of the crescent moon was shining down on her and for the first time in their married life, Tom was looking at her with fondness in his eyes. His eyes traced her illuminated figure with gentle possessiveness. He was watching her, leaning back against a handsome leather chair, indulging himself.

She was now more precious to him than anything but their son. He knew her loyalty towards him to be absolute. He knew that her dedication towards him surpassed everything else.

There was no one in the world he could trust more.

Silently, he beckoned her to approach him, conjuring another leather chair with an absentminded flick of his wand. When she settled herself beside him, he peered down at the baby in her arms, smirking faintly. "He is finally asleep." He murmured, "You should have sung to him sooner, I have an early morning meeting tomorrow."

She raised a brow, "A silencing charm would have ensured that you slept undisturbed, my lord." She replied, a sly little smile hiding in her words.

Voldemort narrowed his eyes at her but she simply smiled at him innocently. "Of course, your son is so demanding that he needs both his parents present or he refuses to sleep." She turned her tender gaze towards their child, "He's going to be the most indulged child." She whispered, "The son of the Dark Lord. What a destiny." She marveled silently, wondering what the life of her child would be like.

Voldemort scoffed, "His destiny is going to be of his own making." He narrowed his eyes, looking up at the sky as though he was challenging the fates themselves, "I'll have the world at his feet by the time he is an adult. He can choose what he does with it."

"I have little doubt of that, my lord." She whispered, keeping her eyes on her son, hiding her solemn frown from him. "Tomorrow, Narcissa and Lucius are hosting a ball." She said, almost reluctantly, "To celebrate their anniversary. The lamia elders have decided that they will be blessing Draco." She looked at him, "I would like to be there."

Voldemort frowned, looking at Rhyian in consideration, "There is little cause for our son to accompany you. I will not expose him to outsiders that will attend the ball so early."

Adrianna looked at him with a slight frown, "You can't keep him hidden for long, my lord. He doesn't deserve such isolation."

"I will decide when he is ready to enter into society, Adrianna and I will listen to no arguments on this matter." He stated firmly, "Besides, you can take care of yourself but Rhyian's presence will only be a burden if someone does choose to attack." He glanced at her, "You are my wife, everyone knows it. If they see a child with you, they will assume that that child is my son. There is nothing more frightening to those fools than the though of a Dark Lord having an heir."

She nodded, understanding his point, a smile lingering on her lips, "How very odd to fear the child more than they fear the father."

Voldemort leaned back in his chair, absently pouring himself some wine, "There is always the possibility that the child will surpass the father. With your lineage and mine coming together to form Rhyian, the world is right to fear him."

Adrianna caressed her child's cheek, frowning solemnly, "I wish for him to be loved rather than feared." She confessed softly, aware of her husband's eyes on her, "He shouldn't need to command, my lord. The World must simply submit to him out of love and devotion."

Voldemort laughed, his voice deep and slightly serpentine like a King Cobra's growl. It was disconcerting to hear it. "You are learning my ways, wife." He looked at her in approval. "You may go to the Malfoy manor tomorrow. I will attend to Rhyian while you are there. Return as early as you can." He looked up at the sky at the nearly full moon with a slight frown, "I'd rather not have you out of the Slytherin manor wards on a full moon."

She nodded gracefully, standing up when the night air started to become colder. Carefully adjusting her son in her arms, she looked at her husband, "Shall we retire for the night?"

Voldemort leaned back, gazing up at the night sky. "Go ahead." He waved absently, "I shall join you soon."

"Very well." She murmured softly, "Goodnight, Tom." She said with a slightly teasing smile, walking away swiftly before Voldemort could reprimand her for using his muggle name.

Narrowing his eyes, he glared at the sky. Had she not been his wife, he would've…

Shaking his head slightly, he leaned back, sipping his wine in content. A slow smirk crossed his lips as he recalled his wife's words.

The world must simply submit to him out of love and devotion.

"It will." He murmured to himself, "I will see to it."

How interesting it was to note that his ambitions had shifted and altered in order to accommodate his precious son.

xXx

Adrianna didn't return that evening. She seemed to have el-

Voldemort forcefully pulled himself out of the pensieve, his skin paling at the mere though to confronting Adrianna's death.

He couldn't do it.

It was too soon. He had no desire to taint the pleasant memories of Rhyian's early days with the memory of his wife's murder.

It was cowardly of him but he certainly never claimed to be brave. She was a woman meant to be loved, her gift to him in the form of Rhyian was something he could never repay. With his soul in pieces and his sanity fading, he couldn't have appreciated her even if he tried.

Reeling underneath the weight of those memories, he tossed back a potion for his pounding headache, a grimace twisting his handsome features.

He realized just how much he had lost.

Shaking his head, he proceeded to make copies of those memories. He'd view the rest of them later, when he finished assimilating the ones he viewed.


The Cullen house was silent. Edward and Jasper were pacing while Esme and Carlisle looked on in worry. Rosalie and Emmett were uncharacteristically silent as well, the blonde actually seeming apprehensive for once in her immortal life.

Alice was trying to distract herself but it was obvious that she was worried as well.

"So this child isn't human?" Esme asked tentatively.

Emmett closed his eyes, "I'm the strongest amongst us and I can't send Edward crashing to the ground with a simple tap, mum." He said with conviction, "Whatever he is, he obviously can neutralize us."

Jasper nodded in agreement, "The way he spoke… when he mentioned humans… he isn't human, that's for sure."

Carlisle nodded slowly, a concerned frown marring his features. "We'll just have to-"

The phone rang and everyone stilled in surprise before Carlisle reached forward and set it on speaker.

"Hello?"

A smooth voice, with an obvious French accent answered him, "Carlisle? I received your message and you sounded quite alarmed, is everything alright?"

"Étienne," Carlisle whispered in relief, "Yes, Thank you for calling. I'm afraid we've stumbled upon something unexpected and I need your advice."

"Well, ask away."

"Forgive me, I have never taken your interest in mythical beings seriously. We have encountered someone who doesn't seem quite human but we are certain that he isn't a Shape-shifter or a vampire."

There was a pause. "Ah. I always understood your skepticism, my friend, you needn't apologize. Not quite human you say? What led to that conclusion?"

Carlisle looked at Edward before answering, "We react to this boy. Edward more than anyone else. We feel an urge to protect him… almost as though he is a part of our coven."

"We always knew there was something different about him, sir." Jasper said respectfully, having met the man he was speaking to and holding him in high regard. "He is not a Singer and his presence calms us like no other. I haven't had such an easy time dealing with the scent of humans ever since I was reborn."

"Is that so…" Étienne murmured thoughtfully, "How interesting. Anything else to add?"

Edward paused for a moment before speaking up, "He was able to cause me pain with a simple slap to my head." He admitted, "Any he said some things to us that confirms that he's not human. Still… we need to know what he is."

"What did he say?" the man asked curiously.

Edward recounted the entire dialogue word to word, hearing that voice resonating in his head as he spoke. Rhyian's words had pained him.

"Obliviate?" The French pronounced the word in concern, "Correct me, if I'm wrong. This child, he neutralized Edward's strength and said the word Obliviate? Did he have a stick in his hand?"

"Yes."

"Mon Dieu, and his speech… my friend, you have indeed put yourselves in the hands of a potentially powerful being. What is his name, pray tell?"

Edward spoke up before anyone could answer him. "Why do you need his name?" he asked suspiciously, his eyes narrowed and stance subconsciously protective.

There was a moment of silence over the phone-line before Étienne replied gently, "Edward, child… from what you tell me, I can only say that this person is not a normal human… he may not be human. Moreover, he may be your mate. Your response to him and his behavior towards you, suggests this."

Edward froze, his eyes wide in disbelief.

"You don't feel much attraction and lust towards him for the simple reason that he's too young. In another year or two, your instincts will respond to his own physical maturity. For now, you feel the need to protect and please him. A true mate of a superior species will have a counter for all your strengths, Edward. Even if you try, you will not be able to harm him."

Edward shook his head, utterly confused, "B… but, how?"

Carlisle placed a hand on his son's shoulder to calm him before addressing the French vampire, "His name is Rhyian Thomas Riddle."

Étienne sucked in a sharp breath, "Mon Dieu, please tell me you have done nothing to upset or harm him!"

Carlisle leaned forward in alarm, "No. We haven't." he assured immediately, "So you know who he is?"

There was a pause before the other vampire answered, "Carlisle, I caution you." He warned, "Riddle is a feared name amongst many, my friend." His voice was a whisper, "Tom Marvolo Riddle is the name of a man too powerful to oppose. He is the Dark Lord, Carlisle."

Carlisle drew a sharp breath while his coven looked at him in confusion. "A Dark Lord? A true Dark Lord? There hasn't been one in ages…"

"What is a Dark Lord?" Esme asked, holding onto Carlisle's hand.

"A Dark Lord is a protector of all Darkness." Étienne explained, "As foolish as it sounds, there is no other word that can describe it. Calling such things evil would be unjust and would lead to misconceptions. A Dark Lord is an overlord who ensures the wellbeing of all manner of Dark Creatures. Vampires, werewolves, sirens, lamia, demons… all of them fall under his protection."

"What!" Rosalie asked in absolute surprise, "Such things exist?"

There was a dry chuckle, "Indeed they do, my dear. There are elves, dwarfs, wizards, faeries, pixies, mer-people, sirens, demons, and a host of other intelligent beings out there. They all reside in a world that is separate from ours, covered with shields which normal human beings and us normal vampires and werewolves cannot see."

Alice leaned forward excitedly, "Wow, can you tell u-"

"How do you know that Rhyian is connected to this Tom Marvolo Riddle? How can you be certain?" Edward asked, his hands fisted. He ignored every other information that Étienne had given. All he was concerned about was Rhyian.

Jasper frowned, "Tom Riddle is Rhyian's father's name." he pointed out.

"Indeed, Tom Marvolo Riddle is the father of Rhyian Riddle." Étienne answered softly, "It was just recently revealed to us. Apparently, someone was foolish enough to attack the child in his own home a few weeks ago. That wizard was killed the very next day." He informed nonchalantly.

The coven exchanged uneasy looks at the casual mention of killing.

"Rhyian Riddle has been hidden from public eye all his life." The French vampire said, "How the Dark Lord managed to keep his son a secret is a mystery but no one even heard a mention of the child until a few months ago. After he was attacked, the Dark Lord was furious. He sent the child away to a place where no one would find him."

Carlisle frowned, looking at his family, "That explains the wound on Rhyian's chest and his reluctance to stay here."

Rosalie leaned forward with a frown, "What else can you tell us? You say that Rhyian might be Edward's mate?"

There was a pause, "I almost forgot about that." Étienne murmured apprehensively, "This is the son of Tom Riddle and Adrianna Malfoy-Riddle… I am sorry Edward but you may face a lot of prejudice when this comes out."

Edward frowned, seeming confused, "Because I'm a vampire? I thought you said that Dark Lord protects all Dark creatures?"

Étienne sighed, "Their world is very traditional, Edward. They're still bound by ancient values and social order. As it is, vampires like us… made from humans with very little concentration of pure power are considered to be very low in the hierarchy and that child, being the son of the Dark Lord is a prince to our peasant."

"Peasant?" Edward whispered incredulously while Emmett, despite the serious situation, snickered. After all, Edward had spent nearly a century believing that he was superior to humans in every way and the Shape Shifters were of little consequence.

To find that he was actually low in the hierarchy must not have been pleasant for his proud sibling.

There was a smile in Étienne's voice. "Yes. Don't worry much. It is a simple warning. If you are truly his mate, the Dark Lord will not deny you but…" There was a sigh, "Before I explain everything, why don't I tell what your Rhyian was trying to say?"

"What do you mean?"

"Edward, all of us have been humans in the past. Even though we try to pretend we are superior, that we are cursed, we cling to our human roots and refuse to understand what we truly are." Étienne explained. "Many thousand years ago, we were expelled from that society… a society where we truly belong. A society where we aren't supernatural monsters but ordinary beings of a different race. Do you know why?"

The Cullen looked confused and Étienne continued speaking. "Because we were too human. We looked at them as though they were monsters, Edward. When we saw Incubi and Succubi, we were disgusted. They preyed on humans and we vampires tried to kill them for it, considering ourselves right in doing so. We saw demons and were alarmed. We saw Veela and labeled them as whores. Why? They were created in nature just as humans were. We thought of those different races as unnatural and therefore not worthy of our respect. Hence, we were expelled from the society." Étienne took a deep breath, "Aro regrets this mistake to date. It haunts him. He desperately tries to win their favor once again. He understands more than anyone what we have lost when they pushed us away."

The Cullens stayed silent, moved by the regret and sorrow in the man's voice.

"Your Rhyian is right, child. In his eyes, you are holding yourself back and despising something that he cherishes. As the son of a Dark Lord, he understands and respects the darker side of Nature. Seeing you rejecting it angers him. As you don't truly understand Darkness, you insult it by thinking of it as something bad, something to be avoided and hidden."

"So you're saying," Jasper whispered, coming to the realization before anyone else could. "You're saying that we don't truly belong here, in the human world and yet we crave for the connection with our human past."

"Indeed."

"Rhyian is disappointed in me… not because I refuse to drink human blood… but because I see myself as something unnatural? As something monstrous?"

There was a sigh, "I have long tried to correct this habit of yours, child." Étienne whispered in regret, "When a vampire goes through rebirth, his body changes but his mind doesn't. He doesn't become more intelligent or wise, Edward. In fact, a newborn's mind is very vulnerable. This is why very few amongst us can truly be considered complete vampires, in both body and mind. As the body changes, the mind must change as well. The human mind cannot comprehend immortality but a vampire is capable of grasping it. It is on the condition that he must fully accept and realize what he is."

"And what is a vampire?" Rosalie asked, intrigued.

"A vampire." He answered bluntly, "A vampire is a vampire just as a human is a human and a girl is a girl and a boy is a boy… You are what you are, my dear but you must accept it. Because if you don't accept it, you don't progress further in your growth." There was a slight chuckle, "And yes, before you ask, you do grow. As you grow, you reach a point when blood isn't as necessary as air. It is important but you won't succumb to bloodlust when you encounter it. Just as a baby stops feeding on his mother's milk at some point of time, you stop relying solely on blood. In time, your body will come out of its frozen state. It is just as your Rhyian said, you mustn't suppress that part of you but you must master it."

"Why is it that we don't know this? Has no vampire achieved this?" Carlisle asked curiously.

"Of course they have. You have, Carlisle." Étienne responded, "You think that your compassion for life and the ability to control your bloodlust is a gift, you think that it is your vampire ability. In truth, you are one of the few vampires to accept what you are completely. Your body has already started the process of changing. You are now in a vampire version of puberty."

Carlisle's brows shot up in surprise as he dealt with the unexpected information. "I don't understand, Étienne. I am three hundred years old, not a child, even by vampire standards."

There was a scoff, "Three hundred is nothing, old friend." He said in amusement, "There are some creatures out there that are well over three thousand years old."

"How can one comprehend to live for three thousand years?" Edward whispered, "How can one bear to live that long?"

"Every person who lives on this earth is of use to Nature, Edward." Étienne said softly, "Humans are like seasons. They come and go. That is their purpose. They live short, brilliant and exiting lives before fading away. Some of them leave behind their legacy while others fade away without ever being known. That is their destiny. We are different."

"Life has no meaning without death." Edward whispered, his dark eyes narrowed and pained, "Its value is diminished if there is no death to make it precious and worthwhile."

Rosalie scoffed, glaring at her brother, "No wonder Rhyian doesn't like you. You act as though your life is full of misery and sorrow. It's in your hands to make yourself happy, Edward, no one's going to come and do it for you! Some people don't even have that choice!"

"Indeed. Your sister is very wise, Edward." Étienne whispered while Carlisle squeezed Edward's shoulder in comfort. "Have you ever wondered what feeds Nature? Have you wondered how this entity that is so vast, vibrant, alive and confusing, survives? No one can comprehend it fully. There are so many things in this world that defy any sort of explanation. Where does magic come from? Why do so many different beings exist, what is the purpose of it all? Have you ever tried to understand how all of this survives… nay, flourishes?"

The Cullen's exchanged confused glances and their silence was all the answer that Étienne needed.

"You say that without death life has no meaning but our very existence is vital. Every immortal being out there is a powerful, healthy and burning source of energy. They're a store house of magic. They enrich their souls in their long life with wisdom, experience and power obtained through knowledge and spiritual development. When the time comes, they fade away, their rich, potent souls giving back a great deal of purified energy to Nature. If an immortal is killed prematurely, that power goes to waste."

Jasper and Carlisle were the first to understand what Étienne was trying to say.

"We are like filters." Alice whispered in understanding, "We channel and direct magic?"

Étienne let out a soft, resigned laugh, "Alas, we vampires do nothing, Alice. Very few vampires reach that stage of enlightenment to make it count. When I speak of immortals, I speak of them, the Rulers of Light and Dark, the Elves and the Lamia. They have a comprehension of Nature that no one can dream of achieving. They understand it. They understand immortality. They live long, they prosper and continue to watch over the world, protecting it, guarding lesser creatures. All the while, they're nourishing their souls and getting ready to become one with nature. We vampires are the only other true immortals. We exist because both Elves and Lamia numbers are low. The burden of shouldering this ever-growing and stressed world is too much for them to carry alone. Vampires are their back up."

"And we have failed, haven't we?" Jasper asked, recalling Rhyian's bitter anger, "We're living without paying our due… wallowing in the past when we must look to the future and assist them in their task."

"That is correct."

"This is something larger than I expected." Carlisle whispered, realizing the extent of what his friend was saying. "And a child seems to understand it better than we do." He smiled ruefully, "I always knew that that child was wise."

"What do we do about Rhyian?" Esme asked, getting to the heart of the matter. While all this information was interesting, all she was concerned about was how this was affecting her son. If this child was truly Edward's mate, what would Edward have to do in order to prove himself to Rhyian?

Carlisle looked at Edward, his eyes worried. "What do you suggest we do, Étienne?"

"Maintain a good relationship with him regardless of what happened. I know it seems impossible but what the child said is true, he won't tell you anything about himself unless you earn it. I suggest you don't speak of what I told you."

"That'll be difficult but doable, I think." Alice said, looking at Edward. Her brother looked torn and disoriented. His whole life had suddenly tilted on its axis and he was struggling to regain his balance.

"Edward." Étienne said gently, "I understand that this is very abrupt. However, use this time for your benefit. You cannot comprehend how much happiness you may get if you are able to return to that society."

"How can you be so sure that he is my mate?" Edward asked hoarsely, all other information was irrelevant to him.

There was a slight pause before the French vampire answered him, "We cannot know for certain until the child comes of age." He informed, "However, I am speaking out of personal experience here." The tone of his voice changed to that of fond amusement, "The manner in which that child reacted reminded me keenly of the way my mate reacted to me when we first met." He chuckled, "For someone with so much beauty and grace, she sure has a vicious tongue. She wasn't exactly pleased but she recognized instantly that I was her mate. She was an adult at that time, unlike Rhyian. She was able to tell me bluntly that I wasn't worthy of her. And she is a Veela."

Edward closed his eyes in resignation and leaned back. While it was true that they didn't have any proof, he knew instinctively that Étienne wasn't mistaken in his assumption. "I don't know what to do."

"Think of it this way." Étienne said gently, "As difficult this is for you, it is more painful for Rhyian. He is a child. When he matures, he will realize that he is the mate of a person he doesn't approve of." Edward winced. "It is your duty to see to it that he doesn't feel that pain. What you don't realize Edward is that your refusal to accept yourself as you are also means that you will refuse to accept him as he is."

The Cullens tensed at that, Edward looking particularly distressed.

"He isn't a normal human. He has never been a normal human so he won't understand your reluctance. This will distress him. He will feel as though he must choose between you and his ideals, his faith and morals. From what I know of the Dark Lord, I can tell you for sure that you will face severe consequences if you hurt the child in any way." The vampire's voice became stern, "For your own sake, Edward, you must resolve this conflict."

Edward gritted his teeth before standing up abruptly and walking away.

His family looked after him in concern and Carlisle sighed. "Thank you, Étienne. Is it possible for you to send over some more information? Maybe some books? I would also like to know more about Rhyian and his family…"

"I'm afraid that's impossible, Carlisle. I can send you some books but as far as information about Rhyian and his family is concerned, it is best that you hear it from the child himself. The Dark Lord is not viewed favorably by the light-side wizards and there are some things about that world that will mislead you. It is best if you wait."

The Cullen clan exchanged uncertain looks before nodding.

"Very well. Thank you for your help, Étienne. I apologize on behalf of Edward. You can imagine how difficult it is for him to suddenly face this."

"Come now, old friend. You know that I won't hold it against the child. Edward is a good boy, albeit a bit more melancholic than I would be comfortable with." Carlisle could sense a smile in his voice, "It was good hearing for you. It has been far too long since we have spoken. If you have any plans to come to France, remember us Delacours, will you? We haven't met my children and grandchildren yet."

"Ah yes. I'll let you know." Carlisle chuckled, "Give my regards to Madame Delacour, Étienne and the rest of your family as well."

"I will. Good day, Carlisle."


Lucius Malfoy observed the man sitting in front of him quietly, nursing a glass of his finest whiskey. It was late in the evening and Narcissa was enjoying having the company of her lady friend.

Lucius was not welcome to her room in nights such as these.

Pity, because he couldn't sleep as well as he would like unless his companion of seventeen years was there beside him.

Shaking his head slightly, he leaned back in his chair, absently petting one of the two dogs that were sitting contently by his feet. "I wasn't aware that you were acquainted with them." He said finally, once he had finished analyzing the entire conversation. "You didn't tell them that Rhyian was a lamia?"

Étienne Delacour shook his head, looking faintly amused, "That would have sent them into a panicked frenzy. When Carlisle mentioned Rhyian's name, I was surprised." He looked at Lucius with a smile, "Isn't it just like our Rhyian to go and find trouble even in the most peaceful places?"

Lucius chuckled and nodded in agreement.

The French vampire shook his head, "My intention was to ease the Cullens into this. I have no desire to see Rhyian in pain. That child, Edward…" he paused, "He wouldn't have been able to accept Rhyian if all this was abruptly dumped on him."

Lucius narrowed his eyes at the mention of his nephew's possible mate, his fingers twitching with the desire to curse. "We have yet to ascertain if he is worthy of Rhyian."

Étienne shook his head, "As of now, no." he smirked faintly, "Rhyian is well on his way to reforming his mate so I don't think we have much to worry about. I have a feeling that your nephew takes after his father in such matters. He'll demand absolute devotion and perfection from his mate."

The Malfoy Lord nodded firmly, "That he should. He deserves nothing less. Besides," he looked down at his pets thoughtfully, "My lord is contemplating to perform a temporary severing ritual to stall the mating bond until he is certain about Edward Cullen's worth. He has already spoken to Lord Iauron and Lord Dûrion about the matter of finding a more suitable mate for him. They have agreed that if Edward Cullen causes more harm than good, the nascent bonds will be severed permanently. We can then, gently, lead Rhyian towards someone who'd be able to keep him happy and be loyal."

Étienne's eyes widened, "My my, isn't that too hasty a plan?"

"My nephew has suffered too much in his short life." The Malfoy lord said softly, "None of us wish to let him face more pain. We have taken every step needed to keep Rhyian safe and happy, Étienne. This is a small matter."

"What of Edward Cullen, Lucius? It would be cruel to deny him his mate. Rhyian will surely recover if the bond is properly severed but that child wouldn't." Étienne said with a frown.

Lucius scoffed, "I never claimed to be kind, that was more up Adrianna's alley. I do whatever is necessary to protect my family and the children of my family. Rhyian is as precious to me as Draco and I will not let a mere muggle vampire affect my nephew." He stated firmly, leaving behind no room for arguments. "Besides, Rhyian is too young to consider having a mate. He has hardly even experienced life properly."

Étienne nodded in agreement, "That much is true, I suppose."

Taking a sip of his drink, Étienne looked at the fire thoughtfully, letting his concern for Edward fade into the back of his mind. There was very little he could do.

It was all in Edward's hands.