Dark Child

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(A/N: For those who don't know, Malignitas Facies Tudor is Harry Potter)

Let us have a BIG applause for my wonderful Beta Leenix.

"People talking"

Malignitas' thoughts

Malcolm Shiri's thoughts

Snape's thoughts

R&R

Previously in Dark Child chapter 6:

"We will go in momentarily; the sorting is almost over so make your self presentable. Your school uniform will be given to you after you're sorted, as well as your supplies."

With that said Severus Snape, the greasy potion master of Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry, glided into the doors of the school like an overgrown bat with Malignitas hot on his heels.

Here's comes your prime student Albus.

Here comes your worst nightmare Dumbledore.

Chapter 7: Something wicked this way comes.

Malignitas followed his soon to be professor through the entrance hall and waited beside him in front of two huge oak doors.

He could hear applause and shouts of Hufflepuff, Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin from behind the great doors. This was probably where students meet up at the beginning of the year to do what ever they do at the beginning of the year at these magical schools. He was positive that he was supposed to go in there, be introduced to the rest of the school, and do the sorting thing his father had told him about. However, Snape hadn't given him any sign to move so he didn't.

The applause died and Malignitas heard the muffled version of a speech. The man who was specking said his final words and Snape moved toward the doors.

The potion master tore open the doors and stormed inside with a look of great irritation on his face. Malignitas followed right behind him without being told to.

The great hall was just as its name implied; a great hall. Malignitas found it impressive. Not by its size or look, rooms in the Pracepta were just as great, it was the amount of people in the hall the impressed him. Malignitas had never seen more than 30 people at the same time before in his life. In the Pracepta there were never many people, well not that Malignitas got to meet. The regular Death Eaters didn't know about Malignitas, they had never seen him or heard that their master had a child.

The dark lord's son was met with many curious looks as he walked side by side with the hated Professor Snape with air of power and respect around him. Malignitas didn't meet the student's eyes, his dark green gaze was locked with that of the headmaster of the school. His eyes grew colder; this old goat was the one thing standing in his and his father's way of gaining control over the wizarding world.

Dumbledore's blue eyes lost their ever present twinkle, this was his new prime student, but he wasn't what he had hoped for. This boy was cold hearted, he could see it in his eyes. The way he moved and held himself, the way he dressed and met his eyes with coldness no boy his age should posses. He would have to look after this one.

"This, students of Hogwarts, is Malignitas Facies Tudor. He will start his 4th year here with us, greet him with open arms." Dumbledore said this to the school with false happiness, and Malignitas could tell that he was uncomfortable with his position. But he didn't want to find out for sure, he didn't think it was wise to try any of his other powers like lie detector and such. He didn't want people to know about them.

"He will now be sorted into one of our four houses, just try on the sorting hat Mr. Tudor."

Dumbledore's grandfatherly voice was starting to annoy him. He grabbed the filthy rag of a hat from professor McGonagall and looked at it with visible disgust. Malignitas was holding it in his hand, wondering if it would feel anything if he burned it, when the hat screamed 'Slytherin' loudly enough to shatter the many windows in the hall.

Malignitas snorted at the hat and handed it back to a blinking professor McGonagall. He sent Dumbledore a look and remembered the letter he was supposed to give to the headmaster.

As he grabbed inside his cloak for the letter he saw Dumbledore flick for his wand as if Malignitas was just about to hex him. Malignitas sent him a perishing cold glare while walking towards him. He noted that most of the Staff also grabbed for their wands but stared at him and Dumbledore in fascination as Malignitas handed Dumbledore the letter from his father. The elder of the two looked at the letter first in wonder and then in suspicion before tucking it inside a robe pocket. Malignitas turned around and left him with a swirl of his robes.

The green-eyed teen walked over to the table he guessed was the Slytherin table. The clapping started just after he had found a seat at the green and silver table. When the load clapping from the Slytherins had died down Dumbledore said some stupid words and the food appeared at the tables.

Malignitas was enjoying himself with some chicken when he heard someone addressing him. He was about to tell whomever it was of, when his eyes caught a glint of silver blond hair. Before him stood a younger, if even more beautiful version of Lucius Malfoy, his son Draco Malfoy.

Draco nodded respectfully to Malignitas.

"Welcome to Slytherin Mr. Tudor, I hope your stay here will be enjoyable. I'm Draco Malfoy, a fellow Slytherin 4th year."

Very submissive and respectful, Lucius has taught him well. It will be an enjoyable partnership for both of us.

Malignitas acknowledged Draco with a nod.

"Thank you young Malfoy, you may call me Malignitas".

Draco smiled briefly.

"The pleasure is all mine Malignitas, and you may call me Draco".

Malignitas raised an eyebrow and turned back to his meal.

"That was expected Draco."

Draco started to feel a bit warm.

"Oh, of course, forgive me".

Malignitas didn't answer him, he just kept eating, so Draco stood there waiting for Malignitas to acknowledge his presences. Malignitas mentally rolled his eyes, they had created a scene and many students were whispering between themselves about Malfoy's strange behaviour.

"Well, what are you waiting for? Sit down!"

Draco was sitting by Malignitas' side faster than you can say 'sit dog'. Malignitas looked over at Draco.

"You don't have to be so tense Draco. I have accepted your friendship. I'm not going to change my decision at this moment".

Draco let out a breath he didn't know he had been holding. This was important for him to manage. This boy was powerful, he could tell, and his father had told him so, he was important to befriend. His father had wanted him to befriend him and Draco felt a strange need to be around this boy the minute he saw him. He wanted this to work. He calmed down and started to help himself to some food.

"(French) What an old goat, who wears that combination of clothes anyway?" Malignitas was looking at Dumbledore's purple and orange robes with green stars and half moons.''

"(French) Nobody has ever accused the old man of being sane, and I believe he gets some blind house elves to choose his clothes".

Malignitas turned to Draco and gave him one of his rarely seen smiles.

"(Bulgarian)Ah, an educated one, how lovely. I might enjoy my stay here after all".

Draco smirked proudly at being praised by Malignitas.

"(Bulgarian)I surely hope so, I myself are glad that I finally have gotten someone to talk to that has more brain capacity than a cow".

"(Latin) Are all students here lesser beings when it comes to knowledge?" Malignitas asked curiously.

Draco swallowed at bit of his own chicken.

"(Latin) Hardly, the majority of Slytherins are well of with knowledge and the Ravenclaws are a bunch of bookworms, but they are all very boring to be with. The Hufflepuffs makes a bread look wise and the Gryffindors are too stuck up to have an intellectual conversation with".

"(NorwegianYou know many languages, who taught you? Norwegian is not regally taught, I thought it was a bit much at times but my teacher thought it was necessary……..He was very stern, never pleased before I had learned all he had to teach me".

"(Norwegian) "I don't know why I had to learn Norwegian, my father taught me and decided which languages I should learn. He was also very stern, and since he was my father he never left me alone until I could speak them fluently".

"Well, perhaps it was for the best that our teachers were stern, knowledge is power after all. But Draco, tell me a bit about this school and its students. Who should I keep my eye on, and which teachers are hard to trick?"

Draco grinned brightly, he was in his element, he knew this school and its student body in and out. He told Malignitas all he knew, even things he didn't think he would ever share with anybody.

"As for people who need to be looked after, Malcolm Shiri is the one you want. A disgusting piece of shit that one, Gryffindor to the bone, related to Dumbledore too. He thinks he owns the bloody school, walks around with his long nose touching the ceiling. Everybody adores him of course, believes him to be the one who can kill the Dark Lord".

Malignitas kept an unreadable expression. He really wanted to tell what he thought about people who thought they could kill his father, but he remembered what the said person told him: 'Never give away any hints that you are in contact with the Death Eaters or me. You do know who the Dark Lord is, but you are neutral when it comes to the subject'.

"He's going to kill the Dark Lord is he, well that is something I would like to see. Where is our brave little hero?"

Draco showed Malignitas a 14 year old boy with light brown hair and blue/grey eyes which twinkled when he laughed, just like Dumbledore's. Malignitas hated him the moment he met his eyes. Just like his relative, Malcolm's eyes lost their twinkle.

"I don't like him". Stated Malignitas, Draco nodded.

"That's because you're smart!"

The Gryffindor table, the Great Hall, Hogwarts

Malcolm tore away his eyes from Malignitas cold dark green ones.

"I don't like him", Malcolm turned to his best friend Ronald Weasley.

"Don't like who?" said Ronald while practicing the art of stuffing potatoes and corn beef into his mouth and drinking pumpkin juice at the same time.

Malcolm ignored his friend's lack of manners. "The new Slytherin, Malignitas Facies Tudor. What name is that anyway? His parents must be mental, I bet his whole family are Death Eaters," Malcolm said with a arrogant sneer.

Ronald looked over to their enemies table, "Yeah, I know what you mean. He's even sitting with Malfoy, did you see how the Blondie jumped at his every word, you think they know each other?"

"Of course they do! The Death Eaters need to hold together you know, or they know that I'll come and kill them".

"Don't you boys notice anything?" The familiar know-it-all voice piped up for her place beside Malcolm. "This Tudor guy is different, didn't you see that when he was to be sorted he didn't even put on the hat before it said Slytherin! And why would he give a letter to Dumbledore? What was in it and why was Dumbledore acting so tense around him, I swear I saw him reaching for his wand when he came towards him!" Hermione Granger the third part of the Golden trio made her way into the conversation.

"The hat didn't need to read his mind, he could smell his personality miles away, he practically reeks of Slytherin! And it's probably his grades or something. He looks like someone who would jump at the first opportunity to brag about his grades!" Ronald explained his theory while successfully spitting potatoes, corned beef, pumpkin juice and saliva out over Hermione's copy of 'Hogwarts, a history'.

"Oh thanks a lot Ron! You pig!" She sighed, muttering a cleaning spell. "No honestly, I think we should keep an eye on this Tudor guy. Malignitas Facies... I think its Latin or French, where do you think he comes from?"

"I don't care where he bloody comes from Hermione, if you're so curious then why don't you ask him?"

"Do you think you could hold a normal intellectual conversation for once, Ron? You're impossible some times!"

Malcolm rolled his eyes, Here we go again!

"ME? You're the one who is impossible, always going on about your bloo..."

"Can't you two shut up? We haven't been back at school for more than two hours and you two are arguing like an old married couple!"

That'll shut them up!

And it did.

The Slytherin table, the Great Hall, Hogwarts

"When it comes to teachers, Snape the potion master and McGonagall the Transfiguration Professor are the two you have to worry about. Snape only likes us Slytherins, and despise the Gryffindors, he has a passion for the art of potions and will see right away if you will be any good at the subject".

"Ah it's good that I am a Slytherin then, because I don't have a passion for potions, I am quite decent in the subject but I still don't like it."

"You don't like it? Oh well, not many do. McGonagall is very stern too, doesn't like the Slytherins much, no professor really does, but she tries to hide it. At the beginning of the year she gives us the usual 'mess around and you'll not see this classroom again'. She's an animagus so if you see a cat on the table when you're late it's her."

Malignitas was just going to say to Draco that he was never late but was interrupted by his new potion professor.

"Mr. Tudor, here is your school supplies, hope you don't request something more," a voice addressed him, practically dipped in vinegar.

Malignitas took the supplies from Snape and gave them to Draco to take.

"No thank you Snape that will be all".

Severus Snape's left eye twitched.

"It's Sir or professor, Mr. Tudor!"

"Yes, yes, good day Professor," Malignitas said impatiently as Snape turned on his heel and mumbled something about brats and whisky.

Malignitas turned back to his food and Draco looked at him with an odd expression, an unasked questioning his eyes..

"(Latin)Bis dat qui cito dat. He who gives quickly gives twice."

Draco nodded, "But you're going to get on his nerves you know, you might not know it yet, but he is a bitch to get on your back, just ask the Gryffindors."

"Ah well, a bit of fun never hurt anyone."

The whole of Slytherin had more or less kept an eye on Malignitas and Draco. Draco was the unofficial leader of the Slytherin house and he was at this moment being very friendly and respectful to the new Slytherin. Quite obviously, they wanted to know why. Draco was one of the smartest of the lot, he must have something planned, this Tudor guy was obviously important to befriend. Michael Nightel, a wannabe friend of Draco, decided to get to know this guy.

"Say Malignitas, strange name you got, where do you come from?" Came Michael's high-pitched voice. Malignitas found it highly annoying and raised an eyebrow at Nightel's comment but turned back to his food doing an excellent job at ignoring Michael's grinning face. It didn't take long for that infernal grin to fade.

"Hey mate, I'm talking to you!"

Malignitas still didn't acknowledge him.

Michael started to get angry. Nobody ignored him!

"Hey, who do you think you are, you p..." his fit of rage was cut short by a look from Draco that sharply suggested that he get lost. Michael took the hint; Draco knew best after all, he could try again another time when this guy wasn't so grumpy.

"Sorry about that, don't mind me. Welcome to Slytherin, I'm Michael Nightel a fifth year Slytherin".

No, still no reaction from Malignitas.

"Alrighty then, I'll just leave..."

He did what he said and moved some seats away from the two grumpy boys. The other Slytherins decided that they didn't want to make the same mistake as Michael, so they left Malignitas alone, just like he obviously preferred.

"I didn't know you had dogs Draco!" Malignitas commented half-playfully, Draco understood what he was taking about.

"Ah yes, I must say that I have a bit of control over them, the name of Malfoy is highly respected here at Hogwarts. But don't call them dogs, these are snakes. Dogs are faithful, snakes are not. The regular Slytherin would turn and stab you in the back should a more powerful master show up. Don't be surprised if some of them leave me to 'serve' you Malignitas, not that I mind of course".

"Of course you don't Draco. Now, I'll like to see this common room I have heard so much about, and I wouldn't mind getting some rest either, it has been a long day". Malignitas said with a slightly demanding voice, Draco jumped up at once to show Malignitas the way. Malignitas threw his cloak over his shoulders and walked some meters in front of Draco. He looked behind him at Draco who looked back at him inquiringly.

"The supplies Draco!" was the command. Draco eyes widened with acknowledge.

"Oh, oh of course, right away!"

When Draco had everything in hand, the two fourth year Slytherins walked out of the great hall of Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry and down to the Slytherin common room. Malignitas Facies Tudor's first day at a magical school was only a few short hours away.

TBC