Chapter 71: The Meeting Of The Minds
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Knockturn Alley, Wizarding World...
The onset of crisp cool air had been the least of Regulus Snape's worries as he headed out of the well noted seedy brothel in search of the meeting location where he had been to come face to face with the apparent figure that had been "advising" him ever since he'd been locked away in Azkaban. The raven haired wizard had not been bothered in the least by anything the dangerous location could throw at him given his already infamous temperament and well documented skill in terms of magic. Severus Snape had done well by him in terms of training if nothing else it seemed as he moved briskly through the scent of urine and rot that had accompanied one when making trips to the dismal dark wizarding alley.
In the past, he might have felt some trepidation about visiting with someone he had never even met, he might even have taken care to use a few counter measures should the worst come to past. As it so happened, he was spoiling for a fight and would not hesitate should whomever appeared attempted to try something that wasn't to his liking.
He had been well on his way to the meeting point following a resounding clap of thunder which had shaken a few of the more worn buildings near where he originally stood.
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Hogshead Inn, Hogsmeade Village, Wizarding World...
Regulus Snape landed in Hogsmeade not in the least thrilled to be back in the place where some half brained idiot had taken it upon himself to attack him, but he was curious if nothing else to solve the apparent mystery of the strange voice that had been guiding him all this time. He made his way toward the Hogshead Inn not even attempting to look in the direction of puzzled onlookers whom were either comparing him to his late father or recalling the public image of the unmasked dark wizard known as Arcturus.
The old wooden door to seemingly ancient pub, where many a dark wizard and Slytherin alike frequented, let out an eerie squeak as Regulus made his way inside none too thrilled about the kicking up of dust nor the curious glares from those whom had been in attendance.
He had approached the bar, noting the odd looking old man with a rather gruff beard, an impressively towering height and icy blue eyes pouring drinks inside dirty glasses.
"Well if it isn't Snape Jr." he hissed not in the least hiding his contempt.
"What do you mean by that?" asked Regulus narrowing his eyes at the elder wizard.
"I knew your father quite well." replied the barkeeper. "Threw him out on his arse once for eavesdropping when he'd been about your age."
"Fuck you." said Regulus his obsidian gaze never leaving the elder wizard.
"Got his cheek too...never figured you'd be a Yank." said the barkeeper reaching behind the counter and forcefully slamming a small round glass onto the counter-top. "What will it be, boy?"
"Since you know so much about my old man..." began the young raven haired American wizard. "Why don't you tell me?"
The old barkeeper smirked. It had been a long while since anyone had been remotely entertaining when it came to guests and he supposed the American son of the late Severus Snape had been the exception.
"Ogren's finest." he said pulling out the bottle.
"Accio Whiskey..." said Regulus with a wave of his hand before he tossed a small pouch of galleons onto the bar. "You can keep the glass old man, there's no telling how long it's been since you've washed it."
The barkeeper smirked once more in admiration of the young Snape's gall.
"Make that two bottles Aberforth." said a voice coming from behind Regulus as he popped open the bottle of whiskey in his grasp and took a sip. "Accio Whiskey..."
The American son of Severus Snape turned in time to see the bottle levitate off the back shelf and into the black gloved hand of a young wizard whom had been strikingly familiar. Regulus nearly spat out his drink when he got a real good look at the wizard known as "Arcturus" standing only a few meters away.
"You've got to be fucking kidding me." said Regulus noting just how identical they were in terms of looks.
"Shocking isn't it big brother." said Arcturus with something of a smirk filed across his pale face.
"You...you can't...why the fuck do you look like me?" asked Regulus narrowing his eyes at the troublesome dark wizard.
"It's only natural considering we share the same mother and father." replied Arcturus. "Please allow me to formally introduce myself...I am Lucius Arcturus Prince, your younger twin brother."
"No fucking way...your...you speak like him." said Regulus blown away by the shocking revelation that the masked dark wizard giving Harry Potter so much grief had been his own flesh and blood...his long lost twin brother. "You...you should be dead."
"I am very much alive as you can see." replied Arcturus with a smirk. "As are you big brother...the sons of the serpent together again...and a force for the world to be reckoned."
Regulus sighed.
"So it was you that did Freckles in." he said realizing now why neither Harry nor Hermione believed he had been innocent despite Potter intending to set him up to keep him away from Hermione to begin with.
"Weasley was merely a means to an end." admitted Arcturus.
"You've got no argument from me on what became of him." replied Regulus taking another drink. "But I don't much like being set up."
"You can thank the one you refer to as Geek boy for that." replied Arcturus. "He was apparently desperate to keep you away from...your little girlfriend."
"She ain't my girl." replied Regulus in annoyance as he took another drink from his bottle.
"But you'd still fuck her just the same." replied Arcturus.
Regulus rolled his eyes.
"Invading my mind isn't a good start to any sort of relationship." he replied still very much annoyed. "And to answer your question...yes I would she was a damn good piece of ass."
"Brutally honest...just like him." said Arcturus in awe of his elder brother.
Seeing the twins side by side, one would note the differences quite easily. Regulus had been much large in terms of muscle mass and lacked the refined scars that Arcturus had. The younger twin had been almost sickly in his appearance and his cheeks quite gaunt. His eyes had been brown where Regulus' had been obsidian.
There was even the issue of their vastly different accents. Regulus was raised in America and had more of a brutish personality where Arcturus seemed to be quite refined and in particularly cold in his manner due to his upbringing.
"Come brother...this place is much too crowded to speak plainly." said Arcturus ushering Regulus toward the door.
With a shrug of his shoulders and the bottle of whiskey gripped firmly within his rough pale hand, the curious American raised wizard agreed to hear what his new found "little" brother had to say for himself.
Of course he knew it wouldn't be long before tongues to wagging about his meeting and he could care less, he had been done playing hero as it were and was vastly interested in whatever Arcturus knew about their father's final days.
"Why the fuck not." replied Regulus leaving the Inn along with Arcturus.