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Prologue: How I met my future boss
Regulus Arcturus Black, second son of Orion and Walburga Black, member of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Black. A pedigree many wizards his age envied to the fullest, a position that meant a lucrative job once education at Hogwarts was complete and he had reached a notable stance within his family.
The boy had expected things at the School of Magic to be just as his parents had told him: the political infighting inside Slytherin, the annoying whining of Gryffindors, the pleasant absence of Ravenclaws and the submissive things that were the Hufflepuffs.
A simple outlook that felt quite easy to face for seven years in that place and, considering the fact that his family name vouched grand protection for him, he was fairly inclined to say that it was going to be a smooth period of his life. At least that was until he remembered that his older brother, Sirius, was part of Gryffindor.
The old rivalry of the two houses wasn't something that had interested the youngest Black, but he could hardly ignore the fact his sibling was part of that very group of Gryffindor even his parents had dreadfully told him about. The 'pranksters' were a minor faction that originated most of the times from the House created by Godric and the presence of such group was something perpetual within the school's life.
No generation lacked its own fair share of pranksters and bullies, but to think that his cheeky brother would be part of that ilk? He was partly ashamed by this development, but nothing stopped him to find sweet relief in the common room of Slytherin… sited in the dungeon of the school.
Regulus could remember his name being called by the Sorting Hat, labelling him almost instantly to the house of silver and green. It was in his blood after all. The big surprise over the sorting came when the particular name of a muggle-born was called by the Deputy Headmistress, Minerva McGonagall, a young boy walking through the path that led to the stool and the hat.
He had blond hair, ruffled and curly. Chocolate brown eyes darted to between the hat and the floor beside it, some inner thinking ongoing as he finally sat and put the magical tool on his head. A minutes passed in silence, then two and, after five silent minutes that caused several whispering in the four tables, the hat proclaimed loudly his new home for the next seven years.
"Slytherin!"
Eyes wide open, Regulus blinked as the muggleborn sighed defeated, walking slowly towards his table and…
This shouldn't have been possible. Sure, Half-bloods were once in a while selected by the hat to sit by Slytherin but it had never happened that a muggle-born was picked to join the House of the Snake. His surprise was mostly shared by the rest of the group, yet some were already showing some foul emotions at the newest addition. A muggle-born would certainly 'taint' the purity of Slytherin, but none was brave (or better, dumb) enough to make an official statement.
Horace Slughorn had been the Head of their House for years now and Regulus' cousin, Bellatrix, had been quite keen to show her disdain for the moderate approach of the jolly man. His Slytherin side was centred about the power behind connections, political and not. While many would scoff at how a silly club like the Slug Club could seem, several of the more influential wizards of this half of the century had been part of it.
The man was good in showing only half of the truth and never the real reasons behind part of his actions, feeling content with having the ear of several important member of the Wizarding World in case he needed help.
Slughorn was… uncaring of the Blood Issue, preferring to let others dispute the claim of the 'theory' that had just recently surfaced within the society. With the rise of the mysterious Lord Voldemort and the beginning of the war between the Ministry of Magic and the Death Eaters, opinions clashed more than usual, leading to some unpleasant reactions from a part or another of the two sides.
So when a young muggleborn, seemingly naive about this whole situation, is pulled inside the very house that harboured those individuals that despised him… the situation was similar to a powder-keg sitting inside a burning room, ready to explode anytime soon.
Without wasting much of a glance, the blond decided to choose one of the free seats in the two benches by the single large table… the one beside Regulus. The Black gulped nervously as his mind tried to find a proper solution to avoid the first contact with the fellow Slytherin without catching Slughorn's attention.
Nothing came to him and his already-wide eyes widened just a little more as the boy turned to stare at him, chocolate meeting coal and soon he spoke. "My name is Jeremy Cigget."
An introduction? Now replying was a must for the sake of showing proper etiquette. Even through this 'Jeremy Cigget' was 'beneath' him in the status rank, it was still a must for a Pureblood to show a regal capacity to deal with simple situations.
"Regulus Arcturus Black, it's nice to meet you." He tried to sound very detached, emotionless as to give a hint to the still-staring blond. But the boy merely nodded. "Likewise, Reggie."
He twitched at the familiar nickname, the one that Sirius had started to affectionately give to him since last year. A sign of his softening, of his easing in his life inside Grimmauld Place much to their mother's ire.
The woman was bitter, sore that one of her children had 'defied her' by going so far to 'pick' Gryffindor and slander the prestigious family. While part of the logical thought was easy to pick up for Regulus, giving to his brother the fault of 'choosing' the house was completely wrong. The Sorting House decided the best house to cultivate one's capacity and potential to strive, to make those reach the highest peak possible.
"My name is Regulus." His tone turned icy here, not liking the familiarity this 'individual' was giving him so eagerly.
Jeremy nodded at the warning, but he looked hardly fazed by the fellow Slytherin's visible irritation much to the Black's dismay. "I know, that is your name but…" He paused, a confused note in his perplexed expression as the muggle-born seemed to contemplate a heavy reply. "But it is long."
… "What?"
"Your name, it's quite long to pronounce and… Reggie sounds a good compromise."
A compromise? A compromise to what? The reasoning was leaving little logic behind and, if Regulus had to be honest, he was surprised more by the fact he was going along with his insanity. Why was he still paying attention to-
"But if you find it annoying I could just drop it? You know, there is no need to look this annoyed..." The Black frowned, feeling his face paling as he realized that he was now part of the centre of attention that was the muggle-born. Actually, now that he noticed it, the blond looked quite uninterested by the glares and stares he was getting from the rest of the table as he paid attention to only individual.
And that individual was- "Reggie."
Regulus' frown darkened at the small smile now adorning the fellow student's face. It was cheeky, but it wasn't as teasing as Sirius would try to pull one with. It was bearable.
Still that slight left his confused and angry at said confusion and origin for this senseless chaos sparking within his head. It was an offence against him and yet he couldn't get himself to counter such attack because of… how silly it would make him look like.
Out-smarted and sour, the Black tried to spare little look at the still-smiling Jeremy and… failed few moments later when the youth started to speak once more, bringing up the student that had just joined their bench to the chit-chatting.
Jakob Greengrass was surprisingly interested in keeping the discussion going as he was the one making some of the questions that had passed to Regulus' mind but had cautiously ignored for the sake of keeping some dignity. The Greengrass family was known for neutrality towards much of the issues in their society, thus some curiosity was granted voice and reply by the muggle-born.
Simple things, nothing overly-complex. Like what did muggles use to move around if they don't have magicked/Thestrals-led carriages or brooms. The answer being… 'cars'.
The young Black had heard something akin to the word from his older brother, Sirius spilling so much information about James Potter's interest in muggle devices and machines when they were in their large room in Grimmauld Place. Fleeting moments that hardly left an impression on the more magic-focused teen as he found the mechanism behind such 'metal beasts' to be too much complicated and senseless.
Why would he need to know about muggle-related objects when he was going to live only in the Wizarding World? But this very notion was almost given up when a topic related to those 'cars' was brought up. There were races, quick 'vehicles' that raced to a level of speed only brooms could reach.
He had long thought that those things were meant to be slow, maybe just a little bit faster than a sloppy carriage than anything else and… now there was something worth to study about this interesting devices. While Regulus was a scholar to the core, he was also quite taken by Quidditch, mostly by the breath-taking paces a Seeker would experience with their brooms.
The conversation continued for a while, until the end of the first dinner at Hogwarts, and then the newest batch of Slytherins was led to the Dungeons, where the dormitories for their House were sited. The two prefects that were assigned to led the way, Lucius Malfoy and Rabastan Lestrange, started to describe the glorious past of Slytherin.
From its foundation by Salazar, to the various politicians and high members of the Wizengamot that were created by the competitiveness of the Snake's den. A brief allusion to Lord Voldemort was made, but not much was told about him. The War was just at its second year, but there had been a severe escalation within the institutions affiliated to the Ministry.
Citing the 'Dark Lord' within the school's walls warranted a stern interrogation by the Headmaster, helped by two Aurors and yet the sentiment of speak of the 'genius' behind the elusive man was evident in the older members of the House.
And between topics related to Slytherin, the two prefects would sneak deadly glares at the only issue that Slytherin would have to deal with. The muggle-born, Jeremy Cigget.
The boy was busy whispering to an elated Greengrass, the fellow pureblood enjoying the conversation to the point of fully dropping his regal mask. A surprising development that left Regulus perplexed at the situation. He had taken some distance from the two, hoping that the way the three-students rooms weren't decided by the first contact during dinner.
They finally reached the door barring the access to the dormitories when Rabastan enunciated loudly the password. "Pure Faith."
The stone door/wall made way to the column of silver and green to pass through and soon they were given the timetable with the lessons for this year and… the tags with the room's partners. The Black deflated as he noticed two familiar individuals approached and…
"It would seem like we are going to be buddies for seven years, Reggie." The jolly tone was an insult to the injury, something that rekindled the fury within him as he nodded curtly, almost crushing the classes' schedule in his hands.
...This wasn't going to be any easy.
AN
Pilot for something, dunno much about it… It's a OC-I. No, it's not Regulus nor Jakob and I don't think I need to hint more to point out whom it is.
'Little' Timeline notice:
It's 1972, the First Wizarding War started in 1970 and the ages for the (Known) cast of students are:
11)
Slytherins
Regulus Black;
Jakob Greengrass;
Jeremy Cigget;
Elise Vanity;
Victoria Selwyn;
Kiara Travers;
Gryffindors
Alice Lightwood;
Hufflepuffs
Edgar Bones;
Lucilla Fable;
12)
Slytherins
Severus Snape;
Evan Rosier;
Augustus Mulciber;
Edward Wilkes;
Frederick Avery;
Gryffindors
James Potter;
Sirius Black;
Peter Pettigrew;
Remus Lupin;
Frank Longbottom;
Lily Evans;
Mary Macdonald;
Marlene Prewitt;
13)
Hufflepuffs
Amelia Bones;
18)
Slytherins
Lucius Malfoy;
Narcissa Black;
Quick Q&A to avoid too much questions in the reviews (Because I do reply to those in Q&As at the end of the chapters):
Q: Why there is no Bellatrix and Rodolphus in Hogwarts?
A: Bellatrix was present in Hogwarts only during Sirius' first year as she started Hogwarts in 1964 (Hogwarts' curriculum is 7 years);
Q: Is this going to be some unbelievable demi-god OC-I with super genius abilities and all?
A: Nope… early on. I have some build up which will let both 'Emerald Trio' to reach some funny Overpowerness (Expects lots of chaotic shenangigans);
Q: I SEE OTHER Ocs! YOUSA TRAITOR-!
A: Some new names are Ocs as I need some people to fill some roles (no, it's not romantic ones for the main trio) and others are just known characters that either lacked a name or a surname.
Q: Update when?
A: 75 Followers/Favourites and I might consider continuing it. Is it a scandalous demand? I have several projects ongoing and I wish to just show some sights of what kind of unknown stuff I have yet to upload.