AN: WOW. This is a VERY long chapter. I debated splitting it, but no point felt like a solid ending for the chapter, save for the one I had. Truthfully, it could have been ever longer, but I left that for the next chapter. This is by far one of my favorites, as it has two scenes which were always the foundation of the idea of my story. As always, I hope you like this chapter, and if you don't, whatever floats your boat y'all.

The trail of Daphne's fingers through his hair was a comfort he had come to enjoy throughout the last few months at Hogwarts. His head lay in her lap, as pair traveled on the Hogwarts Express back to London, and his legs stretched out over the seat. Draco seemed intent on ignoring their public display of affections, something that had only continued to grow as they neared Christmas. The planned dinner at Greengrass Manor had somehow morphed into a Christmas Ball, with some rather essential figures within Magical Britain set to attend. However, their private dinner would still occur. He was excited, something he was surprised to feel, to finally bring Daphne, and her family, into the more delicate workings of his plans. It was a risk, but one did not reap the rewards by folding every round. Haydn, no doubt, would be proud his gambling problem seemed to have rubbed off on him in more ways than one.

There was, of course, the problem of his closest friend and blood-brother, Draco Malfoy. Aries was well aware that Narcissa Malfoy was currently no longer staying in Malfoy Manor, but rather Cassiopeia's home in Berlin. The discovery of her being with child again had driven a wedge between her love for family and her husband's loyalty to the Dark Lord. She was protected within the sphere of the Black family, but the same could not be said for Draco. Aries had no intention of allowing his friend to suffer as he had during the summer break, but spiriting him away would cause suspicion, and no doubt ends with the Malfoy line being terminated by the Dark Lord on account of treason. That was if Lucius didn't try to take care of Draco's betrayal personally, which was the very reason Aries had suggested harboring Narcissa. So long as Lucius did not control the child growing within his wife, Aries believed Draco to be safe.

Daphne's light caresses brought his attention back to her, and the book she was reading. A simple one of the Dark Arts, but necessary no less. She had intentions to be his dark mistress, as she joked, but it only reminded him of the dangerous task that was forthcoming. A cold chill went down his spine at the thought of it, something that Daphne noticed with a surprised glance. Few things made Aries feel something akin to fear, but dealing with them was close. Their very magic and essence were different, even from their distinct cousins that the Ministry tried so hard to regulate.

He opted to change positions, as his mind continued to roam, putting his back against the window and pulling Daphne's back to his chest. The troublesome project of the locket and the cup dominated his mind still, and his failed conversation with Dumbledore only fueled the belief that they were incredibly important to the Dark Lord. Nevertheless, their purpose continued to elude him, as well as the meaning of their connection to Potter's scar. There were too many similarities for Aries to ignore. What would cause Slytherin's ability, passed down by generation, to be transferred from the Dark Lord to Potter? It was more than just some trick of the Mind Arts, as Aries had initially believed with the diary. Aries had a guess, and it was somewhat alarming.

The past week after Potter and the Weasleys left had been dedicated to trying to confirm his theory. It had been an illogical thought at first, but when one eliminated all other avenues, what was left, no matter the improbability, was the answer. Transference of mind and blood would not equate Potter to speaking Parseltongue or having shared dreams. If that was the case, Draco would have the ability through their blood bond, and anyone he possessed with the Imperious or controlled through Legilimency would be able to speak it as well. Then there was the idea of transference of magic. There had been a ritual, a transference of magical cores that could save one's life, more than likely at the cost of another. But it merely replenished magic rather than replacing it. The person's core would adapt the incoming magic to heal itself. Blood, mind, and magic. None gave the answer which he sought, which left only one possible conclusion: soul magic.

He was aware that Grindelwald had delved deep into the abyss that was soul magic. Sinister things could be done with those possibilities. Still, it was a branch of magic that few ever attempted to learn, let alone practice. The other three could be healed, but the soul was its own entity. One could not heal another soul, as far as he knew. But what did that mean? He was clueless, but another item of interest led him to believe that he was correct. Every book that Aries knew contained some sort of reference to soul magic was missing within Hogwarts. Cassiopeia's own failed search made him believe that Dumbledore had gone out of his way to ensure that none but the old man himself would know of what the Dark Lord had accomplished. There was the possibility that Grindelwald knew, but Aries would not step within Nurmengard Castle while Dumbledore watched his movements so closely. His upcoming trip to the Balkans would have to be planned carefully for that very reason, and it was there Aries hoped his search would end at last.

The musings of his problem came to an end, as the trip to London did. Draco grabbed his trunk and left, giving to the two a chance to say goodbye. Daphne wasted no time and turned quickly to capture his lips in a deep kiss. To say he was starting to actually develop deep feelings for the girl was beginning to become an understatement, and he was starting to formulate a plan to rectify this weakness. Aries was not foolish enough to see it as something else, because it was a weakness, but that did not stop him from deepening the kiss, pulling the girl closer to him for a moment. It was a short, blissful moment, but Aries ended it knowing they needed to depart.

Daphne gave him a smile and light kiss before she made her way over to her parents. Aries could see the slight disapproval from Cyrus Greengrass, but he dismissed it. The Chief Warlock was well aware of Aries' continued prowess within the Wizengamot, even with Cassi proxying his seat while he was at Hogwarts. There was nothing the man could do, and even if Cyrus tried to betroth Daphne to another, he had enough pull, leverage, power, and gold to ensure that the other was well aware that accepting it was an ill-advised decision. Another inclination of the weakness that the girl was becoming. Her departure left him alone with Draco, as they glanced towards his father, speaking in whispered, but heated tones with Andromeda and Cassiopeia.

"Well, Aries, this is it," Draco said with a grimace. Aries mirrored his expression, trying hard to hide his look of displeasure with Lucius.

"You can always stay with me," Aries offered. "It's been a while."

"Over Christmas? Did snogging with Daphne make you dumb all of a sudden? No way the Dark Lord would buy that." His friend was right, but there had to be something Aries could do. "My Occlumency has gotten a lot better, and you know it. I'll do what I can, but we both know I don't know much right now."

"That'll change, I swear it." Determination laced Aries's voice. "If it gets out of hand, just go straight to Sirius. We'll deal with the consequences after that. I'll war with Voldemort if I have to." Draco flinched at the name, but he knew Aries only dropped formalities, even with the Dark Lord, if he was exceptionally angry.

"Thanks, Aries." They embraced their usual way, reaching forward and gripping the forearm of the other in place of shaking hands. "I'll see you at the Greengrasses." Aries watched his friend walk away, the mask of confidence hiding his own resignation, and he could not help but feel as if he had let Draco down.


The weight of the world seemed to fall on his shoulders these days, Sirius mused. It was late, far too late to be working when his godson and nephew were currently back at his home for the first time in months. Unfortunately, his job as Assistant Head Auror required long hours filling out paperwork, meeting with Scrimgeour and Director Bones, and just absolute bullshit. He never thought he would be here. Not be the one out fighting the bad guys, but this was where Aries' needed him, and so that's where he remained.

"Come on in," Sirius called a someone knocked at the door. Tonks popped her head in, as she was the on-call Auror tonight, though she looked a little confused. "What's up, Dora?"

"Front desk says someone's on their way here. Some kid. Apparently looked in bad shape. Said he was a friend of Aries, though." A friend of Aries? At the Ministry at this hour?

"Be ready, Dora, this doesn't seem right." Sirius quickly threw a few wards towards the door and readied his alert beacon.

"You think it's a trap?" She had pulled her wand and was glancing towards the front of the office.

"Maybe, just be ready. Escort him here. If anything is off, the wards will let us know." Sirius waited at his desk nervously, his wand across his lap. A knock at the door, and the visitor entered. A hood covered his face, and he tensed.

"Thank Merlin," the kid said before he promptly collapsed. Sirius wasted no time, jumping up as he yelled for Tonks and crouched in front of the kid.

"Holy shit, its Theodore Nott," Sirius breathed, but that wasn't the only thing. There was blood. Lots of blood. "Dora, call Andromeda and get her here now, then call Aries." He did not dare cast any healing spells, in case there was something more severe than he could handle. Still, the diagnostic spell was clear: the Cruciatus Curse had been used multiple times.

"What could you-" Andromeda's voice cut off at the sight of Nott, and she immediately went to work. Tense minutes passed as Tonks and Sirius watched on, Andromeda working tirelessly on the boy until the flash of green signaled Aries' arrival. Even at this hour, Aries had managed to look smart, though there was a look of pure frustration on his face.

"What happened?" his nephew demanded.

"I don't know," Sirius answered helplessly. "He just showed up and collapsed. Andi?"

"The Cruciatus. Many times." Andromeda looked between the two for a moment. "As well as some nasty uses of the Dark Arts. Nothing intentionally fatal. But he will need time to recover."

"I need him to speak, Andromeda." Aries had a seriousness to his voice that Sirius was shocked to hear. There was a look of guilt in his eyes that he could not place.

"Aries, the boy is weak. I need to put him a stasis spell."

"No." Andromeda stopped and looked at Aries, the anger in his voice clearly a surprise. "You will wake him. I will get my answers. And then he will sleep. This needs to be dealt with. Now." Sirius flinched back at his nephew's sudden anger, but the guilt was there again. Why? He looked to Andromeda, who seemed to give in, albeit reluctantly. A few spells later, and Nott woke with a gasp, instantly grasping his stomach. Aries moved fast, kneeling before the boy and holding him upright.

"Who did this, Theo?" Aries asked as the rest watched on intently. Theo simply should his head, tears falling down his face. "Drop your shields then." The boy whipped his head around, fear in his eyes before he slowly nodded. It only took a few moments, before Aries nodded to Andromeda. Nott was asleep not a second later, the stasis spell in effect.

"What happened, Aries?"

"Lord Nott happened." Aries gritted his teeth. "The Dark Lord never even got a chance to touch him. Nott Senior took it upon himself to punish Theo before he could ever arrive."

"His father did this?!" Dora cried out. "We have to do something!"

"No, we can't." All eyes turned to Aries. "At least, not yet. We'll give him sanctuary, as I offered him earlier in the year." His eyes landed on Andromeda. "Andi, you'll take him in. He'll need medical care, which will keep him out of Saint Mungos, and it's the last place Lord Nott will look." Aries now turned to Sirius. "Investigate, but quietly. Get all the information we need. Then, when the time is right, and it is in our favor, we'll strike. Until then, Theo's health is our priority. Understood?" Sirius nodded, along with others. "Keep me updated, Andi." Aries left through the floo, something clearly on his mind, and Sirius could not help but wonder just what he had gotten himself into.


The flash of flames brought Aries into existence under cover of darkness. Frigid, mountain air did not deter him from his goal, as a pop signaled the arrival of his companion. Heavy cloaks fell from their shoulders, though his own covered his armor.

"Vladimir," Aries' voice struggled to carry in the wind.

"Aries," His former master seemed wary, as his eyes drifted towards the high castle in the distance. "Are you sure about this?"

"I have run out of options." He let a sigh leave his lips. "Their knowledge is infinite, and the task crucial. I will do what must be done." Vladimir von Reich nodded and turned to guard their back. "Should I not return by daybreak, summon the Legion. And kill me, no matter the cost."

Slow steps carried Aries up the mountainside as the path grew steeper. Signs of warning littered the path when dirt turned to stone steps, but he paid them no mind. He knew of what awaited him, and he would not turn aside. Finally, he came to a grand stone archway with stone doors locked against entry. The knife from Sirius was sliced against his palm, and Aries placed it on the door. His blood was suddenly pulled, and Aries struggled to remain upright. A loud crack sounded, and as the door released his hand, it began to open. He quickly downed a Blood-Replenishing Potion and continued his journey.

Glowing eyes that struck out against the dark night followed him with every step. His wand was yearning to be unleashed, to strike out against the foes, but he denied it. Every step that brought him closer to the castle brought him closer to the uselessness of his magic and the possibility of death. The sounding of hooves brought him to a stop as three armored riders bound down the path towards him. They formed a triangle around him, long spears pointing at him, and the sound of a hundred bowstrings pulled taunt fluttered to his ears. Patiently they all waited in silence until a fourth rider approached.

"Who dares to enter our domain?" The rider shouted over the wind.

"I seek an audience with Lord Marcus," Aries replied, resisting the futile power of his wand.

"Lord Marcus is not a simpleton to be called upon, wizard. Leave now or face eternal damnation." Aries did not answer, but slowly raised his hand, where a silver ring suddenly gleamed brightly in the darkness. The commander flinched at the sight of it, his gleaming eyes widening in shock.

"I am Aries, son of Black, and I am a friend of the Coven, this ring bestowed to our bloodline upon the breaking of the world." Whispers erupted from the watchers, as they waited for the commander's signal. "Send a messenger to Lord Marcus, if you wish. I will wait." A moment passed before the commander signaled one of the archers to return. Nearly an hour passed as they waited tensely. Aries' eyes never left the commanders, whose gleaming orbs seemed to yearn for a fight, but remained cautious. The commander turned, as the archer returned with a piece of parchment. Aries could see his disappointment, but nevertheless, spears and bows relaxed at the commander's signal.

"Follow me, Lord of Black."

The commander knocked three times on the door then left with a glance towards Aries. The air felt tight within the walls of the castle, and it pressed upon him as if trying to suffocate him.

"Enter," came a soft but commanding voice. Aries entered, and for the first time in two years, he laid eyes on Marcus. While Aries had changed much in the time, the other had not. Electric blue eyes gleamed in the candlelit room as they met his own. "Aries, how unexpected. I gave your family the ring as a sense of honor, I did not believe you would ever come here of all places. Have you, at last, considered my offer?"

"I must decline again, my lord." He hated to honorific of the man, but Aries knew all too well how helpless he was in this place. The power of the castle was dreadful, and it pressed down on his magic painfully.

"Ah, but immortality?" Marcus stood and walked around his desk towards him. "Surely you long for such a thing?"

"At a price even I would not endure," Aries answered. "Magic is my life. I will not lose such a gift."

"And yet, we have our own magic, do we not? What a weapon it would be in your hands." Long fangs were revealed as Marcus gave a predatory smile. Aries did his best not to flinch from the man. He hated this beyond reason. The vulnerability of this place. The cost of what would happen should the man take his soul. But he needed this man, and the knowledge he possessed. "Replace mine with your own. Cast aside your petty magics. Stand by me. And we can conquer this world together, Aries." The ancient one possessed magic indeed, powerful magic, but a cost Aries would never bear. Their magic was limited in its scope and capabilities. To lose the amazing wonders and limitless possibilities of his own magic was a fate worse than death itself in his eyes.

"I have given you my answer. It will not change." Marcus clicked his tongue, barring his fangs again.

"Then why have you come, son of Black?"

"I. . . I seek information." Cold laughter erupted throughout the room..

"Oh, the ever-powerful Aries comes crawling to me in search of information." The ancient one smirked coldly. "What price are you willing to give me, hm? Surely not your soul. But perhaps another? There is a price for knowledge, of course, but also for entry. One does not simply walk into our home and leave as they wish."

"I will not give you my soul, my lord." Aries reaffirmed.

"Another then, perhaps? A girl whom you love?" His magic suddenly tensed and pressed against the suppression of the darkness around him. "Oh, I think not. I do not wish to make an enemy of you, son of Black. After all, you were once our servants. And if you will not join me, then that is all you will be. Oh, how far your bloodline has come. No, I will not rid myself of such a powerful tool that you could become." Anger rose in him at the ancient one's boldness. Their family would never again serve these creatures, not so long as magic ran in their veins. "Truly, your kind caused such a fuss in the order of things. And it is only the victors that write the history, yes? Magic, as you call it. Oh yes, we will right things soon. What is another millennia to wait for the proper time?" Silence was what Aries gave him. He would not speak out, not here, where he was at such a disadvantage. "Ha! Obedient, like your ancestors were. Oh, my great ravens of war. your blood was. The first to submit and the last to fall. Yet, here you stand, on the foundation we built for you. Toujours Pur. You even have our words. How endearing." Aries tensed as Marcus leaned forward, his fangs so close to his skin. "There is a girl in the village. Young and pure. You will bring her to me, in place of you. A soul for a soul. Do you understand?" He nodded, a chill down his back as the cold breath of the ancient one burnt his skin. "Now, tell me what you wish to know, and then the price will be determined." Marcus returned to his desk, and Aries breathed freely for the first time in minutes.

He reached into his pocket and slowly pulled out the locket before he placed it on the desk before him. Marcus leaned forward and observed the locket, running his hands over it, drinking in the darkness of its magic.

"Slytherin's locket," Marcus said with a glance towards Aries. "I remember him wearing such a thing during his travels, but he did not do this. Ancient magic has been placed upon this, one I have not seen for almost three thousand years. Is this the knowledge you seek?"

"Yes, and how to destroy it."

"It is an incredible thing, what has been done to the locket." Marcus began, a new gleam in his eyes. "Herpo the Foul was the first to do so. I am not surprised the writings of this experiment were locked away so none could repeat it. He studied the soul extensively and how your actions affected it. What you have, son of Black, is a Horcrux. A partition of the soul locked within an object. So long as this piece of the maker's soul remains attached to this object of the physical realm, their soul cannot pass on. They remain tethered here."

"That's how the Dark Lord survived," Aries suddenly said, his fear momentarily forgotten.

"The one whom you call Voldemort?" Marcus asked. "He came here before, no doubt to learn about our immortality. He, like you, gave a soul for a soul. Though his price for knowledge was much more severe."

"What was it?"

"Rather personal, don't you think? You may ask him, of course. Now, as to a Horcrux's destruction. The container must be destroyed, though it cannot be done by normal means. Its measure must be extraordinary, and beyond any measure of protection."

"Would the maker know?"

"If it was destroyed? I do not know, but there is one other way." Marcus leaned forward. "How ironic. A soul for a soul, Aries. To replace the soul in the container with your own, forcing it to be removed from the physical plane." The predatory grin returned, causing a chill to run down Aries' spine. "That is to be your price for knowledge. You will return here, on the Summer Solstice, with a Horcrux of your own. You will give it to me, and the fate of your bloodline will be in our hands once more."

"And if I refuse?" Aries could not help the comment, his fear and anger fueling his actions.

"Would you be so foolish, boy?" Marcus raised an eyebrow in question. "If you refuse, I will find you. I will draw the magic from you and drain your blood from your body. Then I will turn you, and when the compulsion to feed overrides all sense of your mind, I will gather all those you love and cherish and watch as you tear them apart. One way or the other, son of Black, I will have my servant." Aries made no reply, merely nodding in resignation, and made his way to the village. Blue eyes and blonde hair that reminded him far too much of Daphne danced in the fire of the tavern. Lustful eyes saw him and smiled. His own smile did not reach his eyes, as the Imperious curse left his lips.


The tension was palpable as Aries exited the green flames of the floo network into the cozy entry room of Greengrass Manor. He had arrived after Cassiopeia and Sirius, as he was the guest of honor at this rather formal dinner. It would be a light meal, so as to enjoy the festivity of the ball scheduled for later in the night. All looked rather smart, though none wore their intended robes for the dance. His eyes landed on Daphne, who gave him a wide smile, but then his attention was drawn to Cyrus. The man had a civil look, but Aries could sense his displeasure and discomfort from a mile away.

"Lord Black," Cyrus greeted and surprisingly bowed to him, which caused his wife and children to quickly curtsy. "As always, it is an honor to invite you, and those of House Black, into our home."

"It is our honor to accept Lord Greengrass," Aries answered, and gave him a friendly smile. "I look forward to a rather enlightening time with your wonderful family." Cyrus raised his eyebrow slightly but led them to the dining hall. Like the last time he had been here, Aries and Cyrus sat on the ends. Daphne took her spot next to him, to the displeasure of her father, Aries noted. Cassiopeia and Sirius sat to his left, while Astoria sat in between Daphne and her mother.

"How do you like Slytherin, my Lord?" Lady Greengrass asked casually.

"Very well, in fact, though I've had to deal with some minor obstacles that were no concern."

"Ha!" Astoria exclaimed. "If you call kicking Warrington's ass an obstacle!"

Her father rubbed the bridge of his nose in agitation. "Must you embarrass us every time Lord Black is invited, Astoria?"

"Father, he had it coming." Daphne interrupted. "Let's just say, the older years have found it a poor decision to mess with Tori while Aries has been in Slytherin. Not that it was a good idea before."

"Indeed," Aries met Cyrus' eye and shrugged. "Prince of Slytherin?"

"King, more like." He finished his glass and waited for the house-elf to refill it. "A new hierarchy had to be instated. I had to be more persuasive than I would have liked, but a means to an end, I suppose." Sirius glanced between the two uncertainly, and Aries noted his discomfort. Hence, he moved the conversation to lighter topics. At last, dinner was finished, and, after a rather enjoyable dessert, the group moved to the sitting room. Glass of wine and firewhiskey were passed around, as Cyrus forced his youngest daughter to go began getting ready for the ball. Daphne simply raised an eyebrow at her father and chose to perch herself on the armchair that Aries occupied.

"I thought I had made myself clear on the concerns of my daughter, Lord Black," Cyrus' words were cold, though he glared more forcefully at his disobedient daughter. "And I thought I told you the same, Daphne."

"And I made my own decision, father." The conviction in Daphne's voice cut off any retort Aries had. "I am not content to be some bargaining chip you can pass around. Lord Black is now the head of the Grey Party, and more lords and ladies join his side every day. Nevertheless, I am choosing him, regardless of your own decisions or desires. And if you think any Lord and Lady will accept a marriage offer from you while Aries is around, you're a fool."

"Daphne!" Lady Greengrass shouted. Cassiopeia sat amused, though Sirius was suddenly far more interested in the bookshelf across from him. "You will not disrespect your father in front of our guests. He is your father and the head of this house."

"And I am its future," Daphne replied angrily. "You have been a better father than most, but even I can see the wheels turning. Astoria and Draco? Really? And not to mention, the fact that you've been floating my name around the lords of the Wizengamot. Oh yes, I know of the offers. And you know how I know?" Aries and Cyrus locked eyes, and he could see anger there, but also a concern. "I made it clear last summer where my heart and ambitions lay, and yet you seek to use me in such a way? What could any of them offer that House Black could not?" Silence followed that Aries was reluctant to fill.

"I'm sorry, my child," Cyrus said after a long pause. "Others were beginning to inquire about your. . . availability. If I did not seem to be interested, it would be suspicious. And in truth, I had some concerns about Lord Black's own status after the ball at the French Ministry."

"Oh, please," Daphne interrupted. "Fleur is tethered to Aries; she is no more threat than Tracey is," Aries smirked at that. So, she did know of her friend's interest, and unwillingness to pursue it.

"She speaks true," Aries offered at last. "After the Third Task of the Tri-Wizard Tournament, Fleur approached me. Magic, it seems, as bound her to me. She is of no consequence. You can rest assured that my loyalty lies with Daphne." He felt her tense softly at that but paid it no mind.

"So, you want a marriage contract then?" Cyrus and his wife exchanged a glance.

"Perhaps," Aries said noncommittally. "It would be a good show of tradition, but not yet. This summer, when Black Manor has been completed." Cyrus nodded, and Aries had little doubt the man would work up some contract. That gave him six months to determine how to ensure the agreement benefited him more than just having Daphne. "Now, onto more important matters."

"Of more import than my daughter?"

"Yes, I believe it is finally time to discuss my plans for the Wizarding World. Cyrus?" The man nodded, with a glance at this wife, the woman left rather frustrated. Sirius looked at him intently, as did Daphne. Cassiopeia observed the group. "But first, I require a vow of secrecy."

"Daphne, you will leave as well."

"No," Aries replied sternly. "If she is to be my betrothed, then she will be at my side regardless. There will be nothing that I know that she does not. Starting right this moment." He saw the sudden sharp look from Cassiopeia but ignored her to continue his stare down with Cyrus. The man looked between him and his daughter before he resigned with a sigh. He gave the vow, and they waited for Aries to speak.

"First and foremost, as we are all aware, the Dark Lord is not dead. Fourteen years ago, his body was destroyed, but he lived on. I have, at last, come to the conclusion of how: Horcruxes." Cassiopeia suddenly gasped, slapping her hand to her forehead. "He has split his soul and placed them into multiple objects. The only way to destroy them is to destroy the item in which it contained." Aries looked over to Cassiopeia, who was now staring at him in horror. She had made the connection as well, and the pain washed over him at what he would have to do. "One was destroyed, but two are in my possession. It is possible he may have created more."

"You say only one was destroyed?" Daphne asked, letting her hand rub the back of his neck. "If we know what they are, why not destroy them?"

"The Dark Lord was not whole when the first was destroyed, so it is unlikely he felt its destructed. I do not know if his resurrection would allow him to feel their elimination. We will wait until we are sure we have collected them all, and then destroy them."

"He is immortal until we have them destroyed," Cyrus said as he connected the dots. "This has to be a priority."

"Indeed, it is, but unfortunately, we are at a dead end. Now that we know what we're looking for, we can narrow our search. Cassiopeia will continue her work, but we must be cautious. If the Dark Lord becomes aware that we have discovered his secret, we may lose the chance to defeat him forever."

"Does Dumbledore know?" Sirius asked.

"I believe so," Aries looked at his uncle with slight hesitation. "It is possible that he has known since Thomas' second year since the diary was the first Horcrux discovered."

"So, fighting him is pointless, right?" Sirius looked around the group. "If we manage to take him out again, he'll just come back."

Cassiopeia nodded, proud of her nephew's intuition. "Correct, which is why our endeavors will be focused on more attainable goals. The Horcruxes are a priority and will be my concern."

"Our second concern is the Ministry," Aries continued. "Fudge will be removed by Summer Solstice, and in his place will be Scrimgeour. Potter will take over as Head Auror, and we will continue to improve funding towards the DMLE. I do not know when the Dark Lord will show himself, but when he does, the Ministry needs to be ready."

"How can you be so sure?" Cyrus asked. "I do not doubt that many within the Wizengamot will be happy to see him removed, but doing so will paint on a target on your back. We need a valid reason to remove him."

"Umbitch!" Daphne yelled as she jumped to her feet. "Oh, Aries, you're brilliant!"

"Care to share?" The girl smiled mischievously as she turned to her father.

"Father, can't you see? Aries is the one who suggested to Fudge that she be placed in Hogwarts. Then that bitch uses the blood quill, and in a single stroke, Aries gets enough evidence on her to have her removed, but instead has a rumor passed around that causes her to be investigated." Again, Aries was impressed at what she had picked up. "Potter and Sirius come to investigate and find nothing, but then she's promoted to High Inquisitor." Suddenly she stopped and turned to Aries with narrowed eyes. "Dumbledore's Army. You are cheeky. . . You're going to have him removed, aren't you?"

"One way or the other," Aries answered with a smirk. "And when he is, Umbridge will replace him. At the end of the year, multiple students will come forward, and when they do, all hell will break loose. Fudge will have to resign from the backlash, and then we can have Scrimgeour replace him."

"Hold on a second. You're telling me that she did have a blood quill? Did she use it on anyone? Thomas?" Sirius saw the hesitation in Aries's eyes and had his answer. He went to move but found himself stuck to the chair.

"I can assure you, uncle, that she got what she deserved." There was an edge in Aries' voice that gave Sirius a chill, but he nodded. "Now, that pertains to the Ministry. It is now time to discuss my Order. Dumbledore has his Order of the Phoenix, and the Dark Lord has his own Death Eaters." Aries glanced towards Sirius for a moment, then continued. "I have, at my command, nearly four hundred wizards located at my training grounds in Bulgaria. Some of them have come from the Conservation, and they make up specialized units to deal with any that choose to side with the Dark Lord over their kin. Roughly fifty make up the Praetorian Guard, who are my personal protectors. Soon, they will begin protecting my Inner Circle as well, which will include your family."

"And their purpose?"

"To usher in a new world," Aries answered simply. "We will root out the infestation that is the Dark Lord and Dumbledore, but there will those that oppose what is to come." Now, Aries turned his full attention to Sirius, as this would be the breaking point of their relationship as uncle and nephew. "It will take time and lots of planning, but one day soon, I will unite the magical societies of Europe under one banner: mine. Once that has been accomplished, and our army has risen, the muggle governments will fall. Through surrender or conquest, though hopefully the first. By the end of my days, I hope to see us take our rightful place in this world. We will no longer hide from those who should look to us for guidance. We will rule over them and guide them. We will create a world of peace, not destruction as the Dark Lord intends. We will not enslave the muggles, but nor will we allow ourselves to continue to remain hidden." He paused, not taking his eyes off of Sirius, as his uncle processed what he had said. Cyrus, it seemed, was having a silent discussion with his daughter. "Currently, there is a triumvirate of power between myself, Headmaster Dumbledore, and the Dark Lord. It is my hope that many of those that follow them will join us, but should they not, they will either surrender to what it is to come, or they will need to be destroyed, as their masters will be."

"You can't mean that, Aries!" Sirius was suddenly looking up with wild eyes.

"And what do you think will happen, Sirius?" Cassiopeia looked at him critically. "Will the Death Eaters and the Order suddenly stop fighting when Aries takes over? No, they will see him as another Dark Lord. They will fight and fight, and because of that, they will need to be destroyed."

"They're my friends!" He stood up, looking between Aries and Cassiopeia in anger. "I will not let you just kill them!"

"Then it is simple," the idleness of Cassi's voice seemed to throw off Sirius. "Bring them into the fold or convince them to accept Aries' ideals and to live freely within his rule. Do you not wish for Dumbledore to die for what he did to you and the Potters?"

"Yes! But that doesn't mean I want the others to die!"

"And if you were the one to strike the killing blow?" Aries asked. "What if they stood between you and your vengeance? If they sided with him rather than you? If they wished for James and Lily to remain his prisoners?" The Greengrasses looked at each other in honest confusion as the Black family handled their affairs. "Would you allow them to stop you, or would you do what must be done for your friends and a family?"

"A choice has to be made, Sirius," Cassiopeia reached forward and took her nephew's hand. "Your inaction cost you the life of your brother. Do not allow it to be the reason those whom you call family to suffer now." Sirius visibly flinched and took a step back, Cassi's hand the only reason he did not fall to the ground.

"I. . . I don't know if I can do this." He looked up at them, the fear still in his eyes. "I've done everything you asked of me. I spied and lied and manipulated and threatened so many people since you told me what he did to us. But to kill them? What makes that any different than what Voldemort has done? And will do?"

"The Dark Lord kills for pleasure," Daphne provided, taking her spot next to Aries, who nodded his approval at her words. "Aries, and us as well, will only do what we must. The Dark Lord would kill your friends just for being who they are, whether they stood in his way or not. We only ask that they stand aside. Let them live their lives happily and accept that which will come to pass. I believe that you can convince them, Sirius." He did not seem so sure himself, but Sirius slowly took his seat back next to Cassi.

"We have to free them, Aries," Sirius whispered in anguish. "I can't do this without them anymore."

"This summer, uncle, I promise," Aries replied soothingly. "Until I have laid in my plans for his death, they will have to remain. I cannot allow them to kill the Headmaster, not without using his sins against him to the fullest. Which is perhaps the most important moment of our campaign.'

"Many have wished to know what happened last year, and now I will tell you." Cyrus leaned in close, and he could feel Daphne's surprise. "I had a hunch that Mad-Eye was not really Alastor Moody, but rather an impostor. That was only confirmed when I reached the cup first, and it did not send me back to the starting point victoriously. Upon inspecting the cup, I discovered it had been tampered with. I convinced Cedric and Thomas to spring the trap, in hopes that we would find the point of all this. Alas, even I was surprised at what happened. Cedric and I were knocked unconscious, and as you know, the Dark Lord returned. Cedric battled the Death Eaters, as Thomas and I faced the Dark Lord. This is where my story divulges from the 'official one.''

"It was my hope that Cedric would escape with Thomas, but he did not. And my plan began to unravel. You see, I had long expected the Dark Lord to return, but not so soon. I knew I could not face off against him at his full strength and that of Order at once. So, I decided to offer a truce with the Dark Lord. Neither of us would move directly against the other, or their assets, until our mutual enemy was destroyed."

"Dumbledore," Daphne whispered to which Aries nodded.

"I agreed to keep his return a secret from the masses as leverage. However, the Dark Lord wanted something in return. I had surrounded us in a wall of fire so that the Death Eaters would not see what occurred. But unfortunately, Cedric was too close. While we spoke in Parseltongue, I had to bind him to keep from interfering. He was a loose end, and so I eliminated him." Sirius's shock was evident, but Cassi had stood and placed a firm hand on his shoulder, which kept him still. "I could not risk a memory charm, or Legilimency, as the Headmaster would have seen the signs. So he could not return, and if I had left him, there is no telling what the Dark Lord and his followers would have done to him. I made the decision of mercy. The Killing Curse ended his life and sealed the agreement between the Dark Lord and myself."

"We have immunity, to a degree." Cyrus was thoughtful. Sirius was shaking, his head in his hands as he struggled to cope with what Aries had revealed. "The death of Cedric is tragic, but I agree. A mercy it was. Even you must see this, Sirius? We can now act freely with only the Order to worry about, who is doing the fighting for us, it would seem. But we are fragmented. No offense, my lord, but surely there are more within your sphere of influence than the four of us."

"Discretion is key, my friend." Aries offered with a smile. He noticed the sudden deference Cyrus suddenly showed him. "Come the Summer Solstice, all will be revealed, and our order established."

"It will be an honor to serve," Daphne was surprised at her father's sudden submissiveness. "I cannot lie, I never thought my dreams would be a reality. But if what I have heard is to be true, you are just as powerful as the Dark Lord and Dumbledore. Perhaps more so."

"There is one last secret to tell," Aries stood and pushed his hand forward. On the ring finger of his right hand, the Black family ring shown brightly in its obsidian, but suddenly a second shimmered into existence. A silver ring formed, the crest Slytherin embezzled with tiny emeralds. Daphne's eyes widen at the sight, Cyrus remained speechless, and Sirius had nearly crumpled against his seat in shock. "I am the Heir of Slytherin. It is my destiny to fulfill the workings and wishes of my ancestor. Together, my friends, we will usher in a new world. I, the Lord of Slytherin, will take my rightful place in this world, with you all at my side."


Daphne smiled from her spot next to her father and sister, enjoying the festive music the band played, as she sipped her wine. Ever since Aries had opened up to her about the locket, she had strived to repay that trust, and this was the result. What had been initially a formal dinner for the family had turned into a rather fantastic spectacle. Many members of the Wizengamot laughed loudly throughout the ballroom, all allies or potential allies of Aries, mingling together. Then there was the added surprise of a few dear friends. Haydn, Ivan, Victor Krum, and Draco all sat around a table, smiles plastered across their lips as they, along with Sirius, dragged their fathers into their gambling game, except Lucius, of course. He stood awkwardly next to Narcissa, who was too busy speaking with Andromeda, Cassiopeia, and Nymphadora to give her husband any mind.

She glanced towards the clock, and a rather cruel smile worked its way onto her gorgeous face. Times had been assigned to every invitation, to avoid clogging the flew network, but also to ensure a particular order of entertainment. Her father took her cue, and they made their way to the fireplace to greet their guests. Green flames flashed, and the Prime Minister of Spain arrived, followed quickly by his wife and daughter. It was the last one that Daphne was more than excited to see. Arianna de Cordova. The name grated against her mind. If there was anyone that was a danger to her plan, it was the Spanish girl who was just as gorgeous as she remembered.

"Welcome, Miss Cordova," Daphne allowed a little bite into her voice, but she did not want to cause a scene. "I'm so glad you could come. I know Aries will be happy to see his friends again. He spoke so much of Haydn, Ivan, and Viktor this year, but I knew he'd want you to be here. He'll be so excited to share his success here in England." Arianna made no noticeable reaction to her comment, but her eyes looked throughout the hall, no doubt for Aries.

"I'm sure I'll find him at some point," Arianna answered back. "No doubt he's tired of schoolgirls and wants more mature company." Daphne raised an eyebrow but only smirked. So, the girl had some bite after all.

"Well, he'll be the last to arrive, so watch the floo. I wouldn't want you to miss his entrance." Her father looked at her skeptically, but she simply shrugged. It was her time to be put some witches in their place. No sooner had the thought crossed her mind did the Delacours arrive.

"Miss Delacour, welcome to our home. It's a pleasure to formally meet you." Fleur took the offered hand, but their eyes locked. The two fathers immediately noticed the tension and watched the two out of the corner of their eyes. Nothing more said, because nothing more needed to be said. They knew their current place in Aries' lives, though Fleur no doubt wished for me. Daphne would make sure that the other girl knew it was futile. Cyrus leaned in close to Daphne, as the French family walked away.

"What the hell are you doing, Daphne?"

"Marking my territory." It was a perfect cue, as the bell signaling the guest of honor rang. Everyone rose to their feet, as was customary, and faced the fireplace as green flames erupted for the third time. Aries Black, the Lord of House Black and Lord Slytherin, as she now knew, exited, his formal black robes looking entirely regal, and he flashed her a wide smile. Her father stepped forward and bowed deeply to Aries, far more profound than he had earlier, something the crowd noted all too well.

"Lord Black, we welcome such an esteemed guest to our home." Lord Greengrass greeted, still in a deep bow. "May it ever provide you sanctuary, should you ever need it."

"Your hospitality is welcomed and rejoiced, Lord Greengrass." Aries smiled and lifted his hand slightly. "Rise, my friend. This is a time of Yule and joy." Lady Greengrass had appeared next to her husband, and she provided a deep curtsy before Aries kissed her hand in respect. Daphne had been rather deliberate in switching spots with Astoria, all part of the plan, as her younger sister repeated the gesture. Aries simply raised an eyebrow in question at her antics, before she stepped forward, wrapped her arms around his neck, and pressed her lips onto his with every eye in the hall on them.

It was forward of her. Incredibly forward of her, but that was entirely the point. No girl or woman in the magical world would be so forward at a formal event, in the presence of lords and ladies, in the home of an Ancient and Noble family, without specific reassurances. It told everyone in the hall that she belonged to him already. And the fact that Lord Greengrass made no move to correct her, made no move to blast Aries away from her, only confirmed the idea in the heads of all these powerful guests. Their marriage contract might not have been drawn up yet, but the point was proven.

Then, as her lips still caressed his, there was the fact that Aries made to move to correct her either. It had been a gamble for sure. What if Aries rejected her? Or was angry at the display? Hogwarts was one thing, but here some rules and traditions had to be followed. Only a few people, like Aries, for example, had the power and leverage to ignore or bend those rules. Yet, here he was, most brilliantly snogging her in front of the entire hall. For the first time in her life, she was more than happy that she had listened to one of Tracey Davis' romantic suggestions.

"Welcome to Greengrass Manor, Lord Black," Daphne said breathlessly. Aries smirked down at her, before offering her arm and turning to the crowd. She allowed a rather ruthless smirk to show, as she made eye contact with Fleur and Arianna, both who were struggling to conceal their disgruntled expressions. There was one place of concern, though: Cassiopeia. She was unsure what the guardian of Aries would think of their display, and there was only one word: disappointment. She knew that the Black matron was dangerous, but the old woman was not the only one with the habit of keeping a little black book.

"My friends, I thank you for coming tonight. And thank you, Lord Greengrass, for making me the guest of honor tonight in your home." Aries's commanding voice rang through the hall, and all looked at him expectantly. "Tonight, we celebrate Yule, and all that comes with it. Let us celebrate the magic of our world and our lives. Let us remember the purpose of the Winter Solstice and let us hope for the future." Cheers rang through the hall, and the band resumed its festive music.

The night was spent in rather dull fashion for her, though she never left Aries' arm. He spoke to nearly everyone with a veiled threat there and an implication there. She was thoroughly sure that by the end of the night, more than a few alliances would be secure, and with every slight squeeze of her hand, she knew Aries was thankful, at least in his own way. Daphne was more than aware that he wasn't in love with her, at least in the way the books she would read as a young girl described. Aries was far too ambitious for such a trivial emotion, but that did not mean he didn't appreciate her, nor did he not enjoy her company. Love, Daphne assured herself, was something that could grow later. It had with her parents and many magical relationships throughout time. Still, she could not deny the tug in her own heart that was the very emotion of love. Every touch, every smile, the real ones anyway, and every word had begun to make her heart flutter. Suddenly she could not take it anymore, and the moment Aries had finished his conversation, she pulled him onto the dance floor.

Her head rested against his shoulder, as the soft music filled the hall. His arms were wrapped tightly around her with his chin sitting atop her head. They hard shared a few kisses throughout their time dancing. She could feel Aries tense from time to time as if he wanted to say something but never did.

"Something on your mind, love?" Daphne's voice was far softer than usual, as it had become of late.

"I have something of which to give, and something of which to say," Aries answered hesitantly. "Though I do not think you will like either one."

"Truly, you don't think I would ever not like a gift?" Her laughter was quiet, but she relished the small smile she drew from him. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a magnificent bracelet. It was a mixture of black, silver, and green, like the colors of Slytherin. But she could see what looked like obsidian and emerald littering the bracelet. Aries reached forward to slide it onto her wrist, the magic slowly sizing it to fit her perfectly. "Why in Merlin's name would you think I would not like this?"

"It's for your protection," Aries said, and she immediately tensed. Protection? Did she think she was weak? "No, absolutely not." Daphne glared up at him and realized she had projected again. Aries ran a hand through his hair for a moment, showing his rather unusual frustration. "I think the only person I've ever loved was my mother. And the day she died, I don't think I've ever felt that emotion since. That is not to say that I do not care about others, at least in my own way. Draco is the closest thing I have to a brother. I care about him more than anything, and yet I can say that I don't love him. Haydn, Ivan, Sirius, all of them. I've prided myself on ensuring every move I made was a winning move, regardless if it was a step forward or a step back. Even getting to know you, as you know, was a calculated move. Everything was falling into place." Aries paused, and Daphne traced light circles on his chest as she waited for him to continue.

"Then the Dark Lord returned, and things changed. I claimed my seat nearly two years earlier than planned. I returned to Hogwarts a year earlier as well. I was forced to accelerate things, and yet, alliances fell into my lap. The Wizengamot, void of any real power and leadership, was bent and broken quicker than I ever imagined. Suddenly, I didn't need you anymore. I was willing to allow your father his wish. We had our fun, and I did not think any more would come of it." The words hurt, something that Daphne could not help, but it was honesty, and that pain was better than any lie.

"I had my fun in the summer. What guy wouldn't want a veela willingly in his bed? Yet something was not the same. I often wondered if it was because of Arianna. Still, truth be told, I never saw myself going anywhere with her. She was too. . . soft. Her vision of the future a far different picture than my own. Then I came back to Hogwarts, and I looked forward to more nightly adventures with you. But it was clear you wanted more than just a broom cupboard companion. It made me think about my decision. At one point, I had considered making Fleur my bride. She was powerful, and my position in the Wizengamot would make it unwise for them to comment on her. . . species. But then I kept coming back to you.'

"After our discussion in the Room of Requirement, things changed. I saw the way you acted, always looking for an angle for me to succeed in. Hell, because of you, I hardly had to deal with anyone in Slytherin after Warrington. You made sure they either fell in line or ensured they felt my wrath. Then there were the nightmares. You didn't question it. You saw me at my weakest, and you made no move to use it against me. You became my confidant. Then all this! All this, so that I could have an opportunity to further my goals.'

"I can see us, standing side by side, at the end of all this. Once our work is finished. I know you won't betray me. I know you'll spend every moment helping me to realize my goal. I cannot thank you enough for that. For being the thing that has kept me grounded and sane these past six months." Daphne didn't wait for him to continue, she couldn't help herself any longer. She reached up and grabbed his head, pulling his lips towards hers. The taste of him never grew old, but he pulled away far too quickly for her liking.

"There's more," Aries tried to say, but he was a little more breathless than he'd probably like to admit. "The bracelet is a portkey. It's keyed to my home in Germany, and it's powerful. It will break through almost any wards someone has created. I'm no fool to know that what I feel is perhaps. . . more than I ever thought I'd let myself feel. But I also know that means you will be targeted. I will not throw caution to the wind because of it, but I will ensure that you are well protected." No more words passed between them as she kissed him again. Her heart was warm, far warmer than it had ever felt when her eyes landed on Arianna de Cordova. She was watching them, a pained look in her eye. It was time to put the nail in the coffin, Daphne mused even though the last thing she wanted was to leave Aries after his confession. Aries stopped her, as she made to move away, his eyes following hers to Arianna. "Do what you must, but do not be too callous." His words surprised her. He had no intention of stopping her? "She loves me, perhaps as you do. And if things had been different, it may have been her in your place. Remember that. It is not always necessary to send a message so heartlessly."

Aries' words floated through her mind as she made her way over to Arianna. Fleur had already gotten part of the message, no doubt from the beginning of the night, but her coffin nail would come later, as Daphne had a much more intimate plan of dealing with her. Words would suffice for the Spanish girl. Daphne sat down next to her, a glass of wine in her hands, as the two watched Aries, who was now dancing with Astoria.

"For a minute there, I thought he actually might say he loved you," Arianna said, breaking the silence. "But that would be impossible for him. I hope you know that."

"I'm more than aware how our beloved Aries works," Daphne replied. "I can love him enough for us both until he realizes he can return the feeling." The other girl laughed. A soft but cruel laugh.

"I loved him from the first moment we met. A poor eleven-year-old girl with a crush, but it blossomed. And I honestly thought I would be the one for him." The girl looked wistfully towards Aries. Daphne did feel a tang of sadness for the girl, but she was not so easily deterred by a sob story.

"I supposed I should thank you," Arianna turned to her at the comment, but Daphne only smiled. "If you weren't so soft, as he called it, you could have been out there. It could have been you in his arms. But none of that matters now. He's mine, and here you are watching from the sidelines."

"You think I'm not in this game?" Heat suddenly poured in Arianna's voice. "If I wanted, Aries would be mine within a second. You. Know. Nothing. You are a toy in his life. Nothing more. One day he will tire of you. He will tire of being used by Cassiopeia. He will tire of his destiny. And then he will find me. You are a placeholder, Daphne Greengrass. Nothing more." She stood, her eyes locking with Aries for a moment before she made to leave, but Daphne grabbed her wrist and pulled her back. The sweetest smile plastered across her face.

"I'm not like you. I'm not soft. If you ever come near Aries, I will kill you where you stand." Daphne expected the girl to flinch, to cower, or quite literally anything except what the girl actually did. She smiled, a cruel smile that Daphne did not think ever could belong on such a soft face.

"I would love to see you try."


Christmas morning had been a rather joyful affair. The Weasleys had left for Potter Manor the night before, leaving only the true members of the House of Black. Bella's recovery was continuing at an excellent rate, as the way she sat and joked with Sirius proved. Andromeda and Cassiopeia were off in a corner, no doubt discussing the day's affair. At the same time, Dora seemed content to drink hot chocolate by the fire. The gifts had been great, though he had no need for such things, but he did appreciate them. His gift was here, the family his father had so longed to see whole again. He had only wished that Draco and Narcissa were here.

His mind floated to the events of the previous night, especially his time with Daphne. They had fooled around quite often at Hogwarts, but Daphne had always been hesitant to give herself to him entirely until last night, at least. They love making had gone on well into the night, but Aries wasn't a fool. Daphne was far more confident now that the contract was being written up, but her conversation with Arianna had something to do with the girl's desperation. He had an inkling that Daphne had not come out on top of their verbal spar as she had expected.

But even the pleasant thought of making love with Daphne could not keep his mind from wandering back to the castle, the Horcrux, and the ancient one. It chilled him to his bones, and it had caused him many restless nights sense. Cassi seemed to sense his unease and made her way over to him, but Aries shook his head and led her away from the rest of the family towards the tapestry room. They walked in silence, and when they had arrived, Aries let his eyes roam over their family tree.

"Sirius struggles with what you revealed to him," Cassi observed to Aries, bringing him out of his musings. "But if he is to help us in the coming wars, his fortitude must be sound. He will have to make his choice sooner rather than later. Still, I do not think he will betray us."

"Agreed," Aries returned softly, though he did not comment further. His mind still clouded with unease.

"Theodore recovers well," He felt Cassi move closer to him, but for once, her presence brought him no comfort. "When will you see him?"

"Tomorrow. I have been. . . preoccupied of late. And he needs to come to terms with what was done to him. Only then can we move forward." His eyes never left the tapestry, following the line of stars down to the name of his father. Had he been aware of their debt? Had he been brought before the ancient one as well?

"What's on your mind, Aries? Surely the discovery of the Horcrux has not tempered your spirits this much."

"No, it has not." He did not continue, and he could feel Cassi's quizzical glare.

"I am curious. How did you find out about their nature? I must admit I had heard of Horcruxes before, but even I had not made the connection." Aries did not answer for some time, but when he turned to her, he could not hide his own emotions. A quick ward on the room ensured that none would hear their conversation.

"I sought knowledge." Cassi gave him a curious look before her face went stone. "I went to Lord Marcus." She rushed forward, her wand waving around him as she searched for any signs of their handiwork, but he pushed her away.

"I'm fine, Cassi," Aries said grudgingly.

"And your magic?"

"Healing." He plopped down in the armchair, letting his hand cover his face.

"What madness drove you there?"

"I needed to know. And I didn't know where else to look." Cassi looked at him thoughtfully for a moment before she turned her back to him as if struggling with something. "He gave me the knowledge I sought, and now we know what must be done.

"What was the price?"

"A soul for a soul." He sighed loudly. "He spared me, but someone else took my place."

"And for the knowledge?"

"My soul. A portion of it." Cassi whipped around. "I have until Summer Solstice to create a Horcrux and deliver it to him."

"You cannot!"

"We can't refuse him," Aries replied seriously.

"You were a fool to go there, Aries." Her voice dripped with condescension. She paced back and forth. "We will have to destroy him. The entire Coven if we have to."

"And how are we to destroy them? The magic of the modern world is no good against them. The true battle magics died out ages ago." Aries rubbed the bridge of his nose. "They ruled this land for millenniums before the rebellions, and they lasted centuries. History may have forgotten the ancient ones, but we have not. We are the only ones left who remember. They have forgotten how we truly came to power and why they feared us for centuries. They have forgotten who our masters were, how we served them. They have forgotten that we fought to the last to protect our masters in the rebellions. And when we were defeated, and our masters driven into hiding, how we slaughtered every last one of those traitorous families one by one with our family magics."

"I know our history, Aries," Cassi said through gritted teeth. "But the point is that they were defeated."

"Defeated, not destroyed." Aries rose, gesturing wildly towards the map. "Our family has lived through the annals of history. Breathed our magic into the world. Our own records claim the descendants of Ares himself! Yet, here we are, bound to them still."

"We stopped being bound centuries ago, our freedom was paid for in the blood of our enemies. We cannot return to their slavery, not without our plans falling to ruin."

"It matters not," Aries sighed again. "Come solstice, Marcus will have what he has longed for. A puppet to pull its strings, and with the Horcrux in his possession, I will be his eternal slave for him to rule through." Cassi strode forward and grabbed him by the shoulders.

"We will find a way to destroy him. All of them."

"If we destroy Marcus, and I am not saying it's impossible, we will have unleashed hell upon the world. His followers will sweep upon the world like fire through a dead forest." Aries gritted his own teeth in frustration. "When we strike, it must be the killing blow. They must all perish, or we will."


It was easy enough to slip away from the others, as they were far too busy paying attention to Arthur Weasley than Aries, Andromeda, and Cassiopeia. Christmas Day meant that Saint Mungos was far more active than he would have liked, but he had waited until the Weasley family had gone to cover his own tracks. Neville and Augusta Longbottom waited for him at the entrance to the Janus Thickney Ward, a look of nervousness on their faces. He made no move to acknowledge them but followed as they entered the ward. They passed bed after bed until they reached their destination, a room designated for the Longbottoms. Aries entered last and cast multiple wards on the door before he turned to Augusta.

"Neville explained this to you?" Aries asked seriously. "I make no promise. None. And if at any moment I feel as though my life is threatened, I will stop. Regardless of what happens to them."

"We understand," Augusta replied, her chin held high. "We only ask that you try, as others have not." Aries nodded and turned to Neville.

"Your oath. I will have it now." Neville did not look at his grandmother, who had a look surprise on her face, but rather at his parents. It was evident that Augusta was unaware of their deal, but it was of no consequence. Aries would see Neville claim his seat before they returned to Hogwarts.

"I, Neville of House Longbottom, do hereby swear fealty to Aries Orion, Lord of the Most Ancient and Most Noble House of Black. By my magic, let it be so." Magic pulsed through the room, and Aries felt the slight pull of acceptance, and it was done.

"What have you done, Neville?" Augusta whispered.

"A soul for a soul." Ironic, Aries thought. "His life for the life of his parents. It is time, Neville. Sit on her other side."

"No, you will heal Frank first." He turned to the matriarch with a rather flat stare.

"Regardless of the result of my attempt, I will face backlash for this. If I fail and it is a lord of the Wizengamot that dies, I will be putting out fires for years. If she dies, months if not less. Then I can try again with Frank after the storm has passed. We do not even know if this is truly possible. If you want your son to return, then I must try with Alice first." Once Augusta nodded, Aries took his place next to Alice Longbottom. "Hold her hand, Neville, and mine as well. This will make the mind link easier. Do you have any Occlumency training?" Neville nodded slowly. "Good, this will be easier then. I will enter her mind and find her consciousness, but you are what will work. She will need something, a reason to survive the hell we are about to go through. When she starts to struggle, project your thoughts towards me. Cassiopeia will help you. And then I'll project them to her. You cannot give up. No matter what you hear. The wards are silenced, but I will not silence her. Understand?" Aries turned at last to Cassiopeia, who still looked at him indignantly. "Under no circumstance does anyone enter this room."

Aries took a deep breath, focused his mind, and reached out.

Insanity. No mind that he had ever touched was this hectic. Disorganized. Thoughts, memories, ideas floated around chaotically, pulling at him with every push of his consciousness. Nothing made sense. Bellatrix's mind had at least been intact, transformed rather than destroyed like Alice's was. It felt like hours he searched, and nothing was there. Just random thoughts. No consciousness. No hopes. No desires. Then, he felt it.

It was cold. It leached out at him, and suddenly he felt pain. It was not unbearable, but one taste was all it took for Aries to recognize the Cruciatus. He saw nothing but felt everything. So, he pushed deeper and deeper into the darkness of his mind until he ran into a wall. A physical wall.

"Oh, honey, I left the stove on. Can you get it for me?" A sweet voice called, and Aries looked up to see Alice Longbottom setting the table. Like a ghost, Frank seemed to move mechanically through the home, turning off the stove before he returned to his seat. Aries read the front of the newspaper that Frank unfolded. The Boy-Who-Lived was written across it in bold letters. Suddenly, thunder struck outside, rattling the home. Then the doorbell rang. Frank paid it no mind, but Alice looked up in fear. "Oh, mustn't answer that. Those rowdy neighbors, always causing trouble." It rang again. And again. And again. Still, Alice did not answer. Aries walked slowly towards the window and looked outside. There, on the doorstep, stood four Death Eaters, Bellatrix among them. A storm brewed violently outside, and Aries knew what it really was: the Cruciatus.

"Oh, honey, I left the stove on. Can you get it for me?" Aries turned again and watch as Frank folded his newspaper and went to the turn the stove off again, before returning back to his seat. Aries walked forward slowly until he stood right in front of Frank, but the man did not see him. He went to grab Frank's arm, but his hand floated through it like a ghost. Alice gasped as if noticing Aries for the first time.

"Who are you?" Alice asked, her eyes flipping back between himself and Frank, who was still reading the newspaper.

"A friend of Neville's," Aries answered. "I'm here to take you home."

"Home?" Alice laughed. "I am home. Oh, honey, I left the stove on. Can you get it for me?" Aries moved closer, observing the woman.

"Where's Neville, Alice?"

"Oh, he's with Augusta, of course! Grandma hasn't seen him in a while, but he'll be back soon." The doorbell rang again.

"Is that Neville there?" Alice looked fearfully for the door before shaking her head.

"No, that's those rowdy neighbors." She went back to placing the table, not even noticing that the silverware kept disappearing.

"Why don't you answer the door, Alice?"

"Oh, I can't do that. Mustn't answer that. Those rowdy neighbors, always causing trouble."

"How did I get here, Alice?" She looked around, puzzled, as she struggled to answer him. "What was Neville wearing this morning?"

"Well, he was wearing. . . He was wearing. . ." Alice stopped frozen. "I can't remember."

"How long have you been placing that table? How long has Frank been reading the newspaper?" Alice looked down and then back at Frank. The doorbell rang. "Alice, who is at the door?"

"I can't answer that. Mustn't answer that! Those rowdy neighbors, always causing trouble!"

"Who are the neighbors?" Aries walked up and grabbed Alice by the elbows, surprised that he could. He stood taller than her, and her fearful eyes looked up at him, "Who's at the door?"

"It's them." Fear laced her voice so thick, and her mind shook. "It's them. Frank, it's them!" But Frank didn't move, because Frank wasn't there anymore. The doorbell was ringing violently. "Who are you?!"

"Alice, listen to me." The house was shaking, and Aries was only too aware of what was happening. Her mind was collapsing in on itself. Once it did, she was dead and maybe him with her. "You know what's behind that door. You do. And you've been scared of it for fourteen years. But Alice, you have open that door."

"No!"

"Right now, your body lies in St. Mungos. You know why. You've always known. But you've lived in this loop, this cave, long enough. Neville needs you, Alice. You have to try."

"I can't. I can't." Alice was panicking, The shaking of the house worsened. "Frank is gone. He's gone, it's just me."

"Not this time. I'm here." Aries grabbed her face and forced her to look into his eyes. "Neville is here." And he pushed memories of Neville into her. Her eyes widen, as the house reacted even more violently. "You're going to die here, Alice, if you don't answer that door. We're here with you. You won't have to do this alone." Alice frantically looked back and forth between him and the door, but she slowly made her way there. The house calmed with every step. Her hand touched the knob, and everything stilled. She turned her hand, and it began.

Screams. Terrible screams. Andromeda and Cassiopeia rushed forward to hold Alice still before she hurt herself. Half a century, she had been alive, and she never knew someone could sound so horrific. Then Alice's magic was unleashed, years of being pushed deep inside her resulted the torrent of magic tearing the room apart.

"Now, Neville! Now!" But the boy sat there stunned, horrified at the screams that came from his mother. Cassi looked towards Augusta, who was just as frozen, as the winds whipped around her. "Augusta, if you don't move your ass and knock some sense into your son, then Alice is going to die!" She made no move, and Cassi reached out and grabbed Neville. "Get a grip of yourself and talk to her!" Neville looked at her, and then back towards his mother, who was writhing in pain.

"Mum?" Neville's voice floated through the abyss as Alice and Aries writhed on the floor. Four Cruciatuses. It had not been one by one. They had all tortured the two Longbottoms individually. Aries gripped Alice's hand tightly, trying to use his Legilimency to push away the attacks.

"Neville!" Alice screamed before another wave of the curse struck.

"Mum? Can you hear me?" Tears were falling down Alice's face, though from the curse or Neville, he did not know.

"I can hear you! I'm here!" She screamed through the pain.

"I need you, mum. We need you. God, I don't know how we've gotten this far, Gran and me. I've seen you like this for so long. I've missed you for so long."

"Neville, I'm here!" The pain intensified, and Aries's vision blurred.

"That's your son, Alice." Aries managed to gasp out. "That's your son. You can't give up. You have to keep fighting."

"CRUCIO!"

"I'm losing her!" Andromeda's voice cried out frantically.

"Do something!" Cassi yelled back. "Keep talking, Neville!

"There's nothing I can do, it's her mind!"

"Mum, you have to come back. We need you. Dad will need you. Voldemort's back. There's so much wrong, and I need you. We need you back."

"NEVILLE!" Alice's anguished voice cried out. Aries managed to lift his head through the pain and saw the door was wide open. Not only that, but a path had cleared in the storm.

"Alice, we have to get out! You have to fight! Stand up! Come on!"

"Fight it, mum. Please be strong. I know you are. I've done all I can to be like you and dad. But I need you here, not a memory." Alice screamed out again, pushing herself to her knees.

"Oh no, you don't." Bellatrix's playful voice floated the air. "You aren't going anywhere. Crucio!" Aries did the only thing he knew to do. He threw himself in front of it. Where the sudden burst of energy came from, he did not know, but for the moment, Alice was free of the spell. Convulsions racked his body, his hoarse voice screaming out in pain that he never knew was possible to feel, amplified by their combined consciousness.

"Alice, go!" Suddenly all four of the Cruciatuses were on him and only him. Mind-blowing pain ripped through him. But he watched, Alice slowly rose. She cried out again as the Cruciatus struck her, but she walked forward. Slowly. Agonizing step after step.

"Please, mum. I need you. I love you." Aries watched her for a moment, as the pain subsided and all of it was directed at her, the pain of the Cruciatus so focused on whomever it thought a threat. Alice screamed as she gripped the door and threw herself from the house.

"No," Andromeda nearly sobbed. The winds had stopped at last and Aries had slumped from the chair onto the floor. Cassiopeia threw diagnostic spell after spell at him, but to no avail. Angry tears began to well up in her. Alice was still as a statue, without even the rise and fall of her chest. Moments passed in silence. Cassi slowly stood, prepared to go contact the staff when a cough stopped her. She turned quicker than she ever thought she could, as Aries evolved into a coughing fit. Blood spurted onto his hand as he coughed, and Andi rushed over to see him.

"What happened? Is she alive?" Of course, the fool boy was more worried about his success than his health.

"Forget it, you're lucky to be alive." Andromeda started pulling potions and forcing Aries to drink them. "You're going to hurt like hell for at least a week, you foolish boy." Cassi sighed in relief, as Aries was alright at last. Her gaze turned to Neville, who was crying softly in Augusta's arms. She truly felt sorry for the boy, but then her eyes widen in astonishment.

Slowly, an arm reached up, grabbing Neville from behind. The boy turned slowly before his eyes locked with another. Alice looked back at him, but the distant look that so often had accompanied her was gone. A smile worked its way onto her face.

"Mum?" Tears started to fall even heavier from Neville's eyes.

"Oh, my sweet boy." Alice pulled Neville into a hug as the boy began to fully weep. "I'm back, my sweet boy. I'm back."

AN: Some free candy

1. The Ancient Ones: I think I made it pretty obvious, yeah? But like all zombie movies that never say 'zombie,' we'll never see them called what they actually are. But for any that couldn't read behind the lines, we see my own version of the Black family history which will continued to be revealed as we continue. BLUF, the Black family served the ancient ones for centuries and were their most loyal followers. It's where the magical community gained their deep fear of the family, though they don't remember it. The ancient ones were eventually defeated, but not destroyed, but at a cost which is unknown to us. The Black family exacted their revenge, destroying those who betrayed their masters and knew of their allegiance, earning their freedom, and placed themselves among the 28 to become founders of the Magical Britain that eventually formed. Suddenly, there is a larger enemy that just Voldemort for our main character to worry about. Marcus wants to return to his rightful place, and he looks to use Aries to do it. But that won't stop him from attempting to complete his own goal, while he looks for awhile to destroy his families former master.

2. Haphne lovers, there you go. Got some good content in there for ya, but also to show that Aries isn't entirely heartless. I'm not much for fluff, but I wanted it to be obvious that there was some genuine attraction between the two. Initially, I really wanted Daphne to come out on top versus Arianna in their little verbal match, but it didn't make much sense as I was writing it. We needed to see that Arianna is a bit of a badass herself, though she's more restrained than some of our other characters. As far as all the fluff that probably happened between the sorting and Christmas, y'all can fill in that yourself.

Don't have a name for the next chapter just yet, so no free candy there. Thanks for reading!