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Damien sat, tense from head to toe, in the big plushy chair that sat in the corner of the living room, next to the fire place. Abraxas, Emerald, Orion, Walburga, and many other Malfoy and Black family members were gathered. Even Rodolphus and Rabastan's parents were there. Damien hated it.
"What is your name?" Walburga asked. She was such a bitch.
Damien bit back the urge to call her such. "I am Damien Jaxen Malfoy."
"How old are you?" Orion asked, sitting up and taking a drink of his brandy.
"I am fifteen."
Emerald's voice was the smoothest of all of them. Lucius obviously got her voice. "What is your House?"
Damien gripped the chair's sides. "I am in the Slytherin house." The adults all nodded their head approving.
Orion almost jumped from his seat. "The Dark Lord said that there was a boy that was named Orion Regulus Black. Whose son is he?" Regulus looked up, not knowing if he wanted to know.
"He is the son of Sirius Orion Black." Damien ground out the words harshly.
"And why would my pathetic, Gryffindor son name his son such?" Orion spat out. Damien wanted to punch his lights in.
Even since he got here, they had been questioning him. They had finally set his leg right, though he doubted that he was going to be able to use it properly again. He was dressed in fine black robes with a Malfoy crest.
"I have no clue on why your son would name his such. I have never met Sirius." The blond boy put his head down.
Severus, who had been invited because of Lucius, blinked. His eyes were wide. He understood completely what Damien was saying. Sirius Black was dead. His tormentor died, yet… He did not feel any want to celebrate the news.
Orion didn't seem to notice and if he did, he certainly did not care. Regulus seemed lost.
"Do you have any other siblings?" Abraxas asked, sipping his blood colored wine.
Damien's eyes flickered to his great-grandfather. "I am the oldest of four. My sister Charlotte is a year younger. Lance was born premature so he is also a year younger. The youngest is Scorpius." Thinking of his siblings hurt.
Abraxas leaned back to think. "What is your father and mother's name?"
Wanting to end their questions, Damien hurried to answer. "My father's name is Draconis Lucius Malfoy. My mother is Pansy Aileen Parkinson Malfoy."
The Malfoy and Parkinson Patriarch shared a look. They seemed to be thinking of the future event rather intently.
Emerald asked the final question, which stopped all others. "Who won the war?"
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Fact Fifteen: The twins, Lillian and Jameson were named after their grandparents; they act the same, but there are differences. Jameson is not as arrogant and likes to be called 'Jame'. Lillian has an even bigger temper (meaning her spells could seriously hurt someone) and her name is spelt L-I-L-L-Y, while her grandmother's was L-I-L-Y.
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Damien didn't say anything for the longest time, choosing for them to rather sit it out rather than knowing. Abraxas watched him carefully.
"I'd rather not answer that, grandmother." Damien said respectfully. He knew they needed an answer; they just might not get the one they want.
Orion huffed. "Abraxas, maybe you can loosen his tongue a bit?"
Before the man could reply, Damien cut back in. "You torture me and I'll run. I have no problem doing anything to get away." Orion looked sharply at him.
"Now, now." Walburga said calmly. Damien didn't like the feeling it gave him. She smirked at him as she talked. "We don't need to torture him; all we need is for him to break. Why not send him to school, the fool Dumbledore will know who he is if the other children tell him."
"Why would we send him?" The LeStrange patriarch asked. "To give away secrets?"
Walburga narrowed her brown eyes. "No. Damien is a good little boy. Aren't you?"
Damien didn't flinch. He breathed calmly, trying to see the reason as to why Walburga would send him. So far, nothing good would have been the reason. He didn't answer her question.
"We'll send him. I'll write to Dumbledore about it." Abraxas said with a grimace. He knew not to tick off Walburga.
Damien watched the exchange with narrowed eyes and tight lips. Will he see his friends again? Possibly.
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When Dumbledore got the letter from Abraxas Malfoy, he called the entire time traveler group to his office immediately. Bri had already been there, sleeping on the couch with her hand resting softly on her stomach as though to protect her child.
When the group arrived, Teddy and Orion went to check on Bri. Lilly asked, "Why are we here?"
Dumbledore smiled, she was just like her grandmother; straight to the point. "It seems that Abraxas Malfoy has decided to send his cousin's son, Darren Malfoy to Hogwarts for the last two months of school."
Lilly flinched. Had it really been that long that they were here? They only had two months until… Lilly gulped. She would be sent back to Riddle Manor, which meant Voldemort had her for the summer. Oh damn…
"Darren?" Orion cocked an eyebrow, then realization hit him. "Damien? Now Damien is here?"
"Indeed." Dumbledore said. He pulled out a list that he kept in his desk. It was the list that read who might come and who did come. He underlined Damien's name.
Michael, Jillian, Jameson,Lillian, Ethan, Nathan, Melody
Orion, Christina
Teddy
Damien, Charlotte, Lance, Scorpius
Brianna, Denzel, Corbin
Ivy, Tyler, Daniel
Fred, Roxanne
Molly, Lucy
Victoire, Dominique, Louis
Harry, Hermione
Ron, Luna
Draco, Pansy
Neville, Ginny
George, Angelina
Percy, Penelope
Bill, Fleur
There is five out of forty-one time travelers here. It was only a matter of time before more came, the question that always came up though, was who was next?
By the look on everyone's face, no one knew.
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Fenrir Greyback and his pack were running around, the moon brightly lit above them. Fenrir watched the small pups tackle each other and older ones right for more than just a night mate. He, himself, had no mate, but he didn't really care enough to try and seek one out. He was content to be on his own, protecting the pack for as long as need be.
For a long time, all the werewolves just played and had a merry time, except those who had lost a fight or potential mate. But, when suddenly two scents that were unknown, the pups began to get uneasy. Fenrir, along with many dominant werewolves prowled to the smells and hid in the shadows.
Two children, one red headed and the other blond, lay on the ground, knocked out by the looks of it. Where they came from was a mystery; Fenrir was sure the only reason (after surveying the surrounding area) they could have landed there was from falling out of the sky.
Growling lowly, Fenrir stalked up sniffing the bodies that lay motionless. The blond, a young pale boy, was cradling the red headed tan skinned girl in his arms tightly. Fenrir toke a huge breath, catching the scent of a very young werewolf and its mate. Without waking either, he sniffed around to figure out which.
Backing up, he sat on his back legs. The little girl was the werewolf and the boy was her mate. The girl smelled like the other red headed girl that appeared some months before. Maybe they were sisters; the alpha thought they looked very much alike. The blond boy, however, was pureblood through and through. For a dark creature to snag a pureblood was almost unspeakable.
He turned to the other werewolves of his pack. They were watching intently. He flicked his ears forward, a motion they knew that meant it was alright to move. Others came and went to sniff and explore.
It was only three minutes later, when a little cub was sniffing away happily, the blond boy made a sudden movement. His eyes flicked open; the color of earth brown, deep yet light. He didn't seem to be panicked about the surrounding pack of wolves.
Fenrir changed back. The blond boy didn't even flinch like almost all did.
"Who are you and why are you here?" He spoke in a commanding voice that almost all other shook at.
The blond boy gulped, but not in fear, but as though his throat was dry. "My name is Scorpius and I have no clue why I'm here or how I got here."
"Why do you not flinch at the site of us? You are pureblood." Fenrir growled with narrow eyes. He needed to figure out why people kept coming up near his pack.
Sitting up, but not enough to be recognized as insubordination, Scorpius began speaking. "I have no problem with people being any different than anyone else. Melody-" Fenrir cocked his head at the name. "is my mate. I… don't exactly know what that means, but she's mine as much as I am hers." The little girl's name was Melody, then.
Fenrir listened to the way he spoke. He didn't sound like a pureblood child, though the smell was enough to confirm it. He sounded like a child that actually had his own opinion.
"What are your full names?" The alpha asked.
Scorpius looked down with his eyes up as though he was being scowled from doing something naughty. He swallowed a lump in his throat and said in a quiet but clear voice, "My name is Scorpius Malfoy and my mate is Melody Potter."
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Fact Sixteen: Magic leaves a trace that stays for a certain amount of time. Like when Michael felt Harry's magic and someone else's on the book; that had been there since Lilly had disappeared. Depending on the amount of magic used and the amount of magic that the person specifically has, the magic will either stay for a minute, an hour, a day, week, month or a full year.
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Michael was watching the students walk or run frantically for their next class. He had a free period, being a seventh year student. Michael never really used it for anything, but sleeping, going to visit the kitchen, or Room of Requirements. Usually, he went with Brianna. Now, she wasn't here.
He caught glimpses of his siblings, friends and enemies going past him. He was unseen though, hidden under the Invisibility cloak that he was given by his father. For no reason, he had decided on sitting in one of the windowsills, basking in the slight warmth that came from the clouded sun outside. It was starting to rain, gentle, but was destine to come down hard enough to make Quidditch practice impossible.
Jameson had asked twice if the practice had been canceled, but Michael hadn't said a word about it. He figured that it was and told the team. Michael thought it was better than getting ready and then finding out it was cancelled instead.
Michael had been thinking about the conversation that he and his father had this morning, concerning the magic on the book. He in no way blamed or even thought that his father would do such a thing, so he ruled out anything saying he had. The other person's magic, however was slightly foreign, similar to another's he had sensed, but never really got a good feel of.
The magic was from the house, it had to of been because the only reason he would have come across it was either at a friend's house or at his. He was rarely at anyone else's house though except during the summer which was a spare few times anyway.
"Where is that magic from?" Michael asked himself quietly. His voice was like a whisper, unnoticed by people passing by.
The magic was dark; a black aura surrounded it, mixing in with his father's gold coloring. It made Michael feel queasy; just holding the book had actually. It was like the book was telling Michael not to go near it.
Question was though, why had the book called to him?
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Lillian had been furious about the prank, Severus knew. As he was pulled along, he couldn't help but feel like she was a true friend; like she was someone he could trust with everything, never be judged and still loved after everything was said. Still, it was weird seeing someone actually stick up for someone like him.
"Flower, you didn't have to do that you know." Severus muttered, slowly watching his hand being gripped in her small hand. She didn't stop.
"I know I didn't have to. I wanted to. The Marauders need to grow up and see that it isn't time for pranks or play time anymore. They need to understand that when you finally realize that nothing is ever the same as it is in school where you are safe and calm. It is heartless and cold out in the open and sometimes you can't leave to go back." As she spoke, her eyes were glazed over as though she had completely forgotten that she was not alone.
"And you know how it feels?" Severus asked, quietly. The others behind them were talking just as quietly as he had asked. They wouldn't be able to overhear.
"Yes and I will do anything to protect those that I can."
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Fenrir watched the two children that had already wormed their way into his pack's heart. They were good children and Melody was an absolute angel. Scorpius, though not a werewolf, cared for Melody. Now, they were all eating; freshly killed deer Fenrir himself had caught and killed.
The Alpha watched the Malfoy boy carefully. It was very disrespectful to not accept an Alpha's killing and Fenrir knew that humans could not eat uncooked meat very well. He wanted to see how the boy would take it.
"How is the food?" He asked in a quiet voice. Melody and Scorpius had taken up sitting very close to him. He had meant the question as a slight joke, waiting to see the blond boy's disgusted face, but was surprised when he was calmly eating the meat.
He ate with class, something only a pureblood could show off. The blond boy even started feeding his mate!
"It's excellent, as usual. Thank you for letting us stay with your pack, Fenrir." Scorpius said with respect evident in his voice. Fenrir did not answer back, but nodded slightly.
Having the pups stay with the pack would definitely be interesting.
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Fact Seventeen: The only ones that can see Albus Severus (remember, he is a ghost) are people who are related by blood. He chose that specifically because he valued family over everything else when he was killed as a baby.
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Michael sighed in content. He was sitting in the middle of the library, legs crossed and hands rested on his knees. His head was bowed and his eyes were shut. Michael could feel the magic around him swirl and dance.
Before he had ventured into the library, he had used the Floo network to grab the book (which had taken an immense amount of wasted time to find). The book lay in front of him, open to the page of which the curse had been found.
The magic seemed to crawl around him, in a seductive dance that teased his skin with light touches, kissing his eyelids. For a few moments he was tempted to open his eyes, but he knew that he wouldn't be able to concentrate if he decided to. The magic however, continued the treatment on his eyes. Finally he opened his sea foam green eyes.
A face, unrecognizable, in the magic stared at him. A body started forming, arms appeared to be reaching up, connecting to the hands that gripped Michael's face in such softness, it was hardly considered dangerous. The body was transparent, almost as though a ghost had suddenly found a way into the book and was able to use magic because of it.
Michael couldn't help himself. "Who are you?" The… person did not answer, merely tilted its head like a confused dog. "Why are in this book?"
The person looked down at the book, then back at Michael with eyes locked with his. "I have no name, Michael Potter."
Carefully, Michael put up his guard with his magic, wondering if the sudden change would do anything, but as nothing happened, he knew it was okay. "How do you know my name?" He asked.
"I know your name like I know anyone else's that have touched this book." The book ghost said.
"And who else has touched this book besides me?" Michael asked promptly.
The ghost considered him lightly and leaned forward with a seductive look in its eyes. "Albus Dumbledore, Thomas Riddle, James Potter, Christina Black, you and Harry Potter."
Michael review what he had been told. He knew that Albus Dumbledore would have probably known about the book somehow, so he wasn't surprised. Finding out that Voldemort had held this book was slightly nerve-racking. James Potter, his grandfather, would have found this book that had been wedged between books on pranking and potions soon or later in his short life. Christina had been with him when the book was first found, so it was natural that she would have touched it at one point. His father, Harry, had been obsessing over the book for quite a while and it was obvious why, so he questioned it none. The only question he had was if any of them had used any magic from the book.
"Has anyone attempted to use any type of magic from this book?" He asked.
The ghost smiled slightly. "Yes." It said simply.
Michael grew very annoyed at both the book ghost and the soft, yet dangerous magic seeping into him.
"Who has tried?" If he got his answer, it may help them find out how everyone started disappearing.
"The only ones that used magic from this book were Thomas Riddle and Harry Potter. They used the same spell; the lovely spell that makes people disappear through time." The ghost seemed very amused at Michael's tense form.
His father had used the spell? Why? He had looked at the book to see how to get the people back, not send more! What had happened?
"You are a very powerful being, Michael Potter." The said boy looked up. The grin on the ghost's face did not fit well with the situation. "I think you will be much better than your father was."
Before Michael could comprehend what the ghost was talking about, he felt himself black out.
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Damien stood before the full length mirror, eyes scanning over himself. He still looked completely the same, if not weaker because of the ongoing torture he had been exposed to. It was bad enough that he was being asked questions about his life; he honestly did not know what to tell them. Yes they were his family, but not the family he knew. He never knew his great grandparents, his grandfather was in Azkaban and his grandmother was dead. His mother's parents were always off somewhere, never stopping to say hi or sending cards to tell them how everything was going or how they were. Now that he was with them, he had no clue what to do.
His great grandfather, Abraxas had apologized for the behavior and had started asking him why he had not said anything about being a Malfoy beforehand, but he was denied the answer as he was summoned away by the Dark Lord. He wondered if that was what it was like to be a lap dog, but he didn't dare say anything that would upset anyone, least he be tortured again.
After the questioning, he was sent to his 'room' where he knew they were watching him to make sure he wouldn't used the escape plan he had said he had. Damien wondered if he could actually pull it off, but dismissed the thought and went to sleep before being woken up by a poorly treated house elf that had brought him some food. The poor thing was so scared.
After eating, the Dark Lord had requested that Damien write back to Abraxas and Emerald during the time he was sent to Hogwarts to tell anything important. He obviously thought that Damien had no choice and after a few shouting matches and curses shoot overhead, Damien finally realized that he did not have a choice. For the five months left of the school year, he was their owl to communicate between Hogwarts and the Dark Lord.
On the upside, he was able to see his friends again. He missed his cousins dearly and was ready to become the three Black Brothers again. His hand reached up to the left side of his lip, feeling the small indent where his lip ring had once been. He had lost the ring when he appeared here and he knew he was not going to get another one while he was in the hands of his family now. He wondered if Orion and Teddy still had theirs, but thought it was unlikely. The one simple piercing in his right ear was gone too. Maybe piercings just didn't come through the spell.
Putting on a brave face, Damien ventured downstairs to see his family for dinner. He would not mess this up. He just couldn't.
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Harry had meant to go see Michael to tell him of the good news about Bri, but he had no clue where the boy had gone. He was no longer in the possession of the Marauder's Map, so he couldn't check that to find his son. He asked around, but no one saw him the whole day. He checked everywhere he thought he would go, even the Forbidden Forest, though it was pointless; he wouldn't go in there without becoming his Phoenix Animagus form anyway. Harry would have smelt the ice Phoenix from miles away. It didn't help that Michael's scent was all over the place. That was the only downside to living practically at Hogwarts year round.
Though now, he was sitting in his office waiting for the Hat to tell him that he was indeed able to speak with the Headmaster of then. It was a couple minutes before the Hat even moved.
"Dumbledore has walked into his office." With lightening speed, Harry jammed the Sorting Hat on his head and called out Dumbledore's name.
"Dumbledore? Can you hear me? It's Harry. I need to speak with you." Harry waited with hands clenched.
A sound of rustling came from the other side. "Harry? I received a note from Miss Bri that you wished to speak with me. What is it that you need to tell me?"
Harry began to explain. "My son, Michael, told me that he felt magic around the book that the curse was found in. He can feel magic that has been taken from an item and the user who cast it. He said he felt my magic and someone else's that was like mine, but not on the book. I don't know what to think of it."
It wasn't long before Dumbledore was speaking. "He can feel magic? That would be very helpful… Your magic and someone else's? Hmmm…"
Harry waited for Dumbledore to gather his thought before saying anything. After the man had stopped rumbling about something or another, he began talking again.
"How is it that my magic is the same as someone else's?" He asked.
Dumbledore promptly answered. "Well, people of the same blood often are mistaken for those who are related to them in a blood manor. If I had thrown a curse at someone and someone of my blood was found guilty of it instead, it was because our magic is linked to each other's whether or not one person is stronger than the other."
To Harry, it made sense to an extent. Why would anyone related to each other do such a thing? And in this family? If there had been a problem, then Harry and Hermione would have helped fix it, but the fact that everyone had nearly shit themselves when they realized people were still disappearing, they would believe that someone had just said a spell on accident. Harry didn't believe that someone in the family would do this by accident or on purpose.
"Is there any way that someone would have tampered with it instead? Draco didn't do it and the potion said I didn't either. We would be the only two powerful enough to even be able to cast the spell correctly. I think I'd remember doing so." Harry asked desperately, already knowing the answer.
"I'm afraid not, Harry. Someone in your family had to have done the spell. No one else could have." Dumbledore spoke quietly.
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Grinning, he looked down at the body he had taken. Slumped over in a previously relaxed position, he straightened out. He glanced once at the book before shutting it and shrinking it. Placing it in his pocket, he attempted to walk. He had not walked in a long time.
He finally had gotten out of the room with books, the library as he recalled once. In the seven years that he had attended Hogwarts himself, he had been well acquainted with the books around him, but the memories of them faded with time.
In the hallway, there was no one. A stroke of luck, he mused. No one to question the body he had taken over. He was sure that his eyes color had changed when he had merged with the idiot mortal. He made his way to the lavatory, not caring if he had walked in a girls or guys. Strolling up to the mirror, he gave himself a glance over.
He looked just like the boy had before, if not his eyes were a wee bit brighter. It was surely going to be unnoticed. He twisted his new face over and over, getting used to the handsomeness he had become once more. His body was lean and his muscles were toned; yes, he had chosen a very perfect body to inhabit. On the plus side, he was close to the man he had possessed before without the man's knowledge or suspicion.
Yes, he was having an excellent day. Once he contacted his younger self, Lord Voldemort was going to rule the world without anyone standing in his way.
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Sorry for the wait on the update. I've been really out of sorts lately and things have been doing on as usual. When I was working at the hospital the other day, I walked into the room, happy as can be and found a man who was supposed to live another ten months or so, dead. It's been really weird; I never thought that this would happen to be, especially since I was a student, not really ready for that.
I want to tell all my readers that I will not abandon this story and if I ever plan to, I will put it up for adoption so that someone else can finish for me how they please. I honestly doubt I will, but its better to be on the safe side (or at least that's what they tell me). I hope you've enjoyed it so far, I have since writing it.
PLEASE READ: FROM THE 22-29 I WILL BE ON VACATION TO THE GREAT CAYMAN ISLANDS (spelling?). THAT MEANS I AIN'T WORKING ON ANYTHING SOON. Just thought I would let you know because I don't tend to update early. Sorry again and hope you enjoyed.