Chapter 3: The Last of the Trojans
Astyanax woke up in a room of a house that was in considerable disrepair. His sword, shield, and armor were gone.
"Ah, finally awake are you?" A Death Eater watching him said. "The Dark Lord wants to see you."
With great difficulty, Astyanax got to his feet and followed him to a large room with a fireplace. Before the fireplace was a chair facing it.
"Have some water." A voice coming from the chair said. A Death Eater passed a glass to Astyanax, which he drank greedily.
"Now tell me. What is your name?" The voice asked.
Astyanax meant to say "Alexander" but before he could, he said, "Astyanax of Troy."
"What?" The voice said. He called a Death Eater going by the name of Wormtail. "You're sure it was Veritaserum you gave him?"
"Absolutely, my master. The bottle was labeled 'Veritaserum."
Astyanax now realized what he really drank. The name came from the Latin word veritas meaning "truth" plus serum.
"Very well, Wormtail." The Dark Lord focused it's attention on Astyanax again. "This is an interesting sword." he said pointing at a table beside him that had his sword, shield, and armor. "They have not made bronze swords in over 2500 years. They bent too easily. I also like the horse in the handle. Symbol of your nation, is it?"
"Yes." Astyanax told him unwillingly. "It is the Trojan horse. The Trojans were very well known for their horses."
"And you say you are a Trojan?"
"Yes."
"That's impossible. Troy was ended as a nation over 3000 years ago. Are you a descendent of Trojan survivors?"
"No."
"What do you mean, no?"
"I am the only son of Hector of Troy and Andromache. Hector, the son of Priam. Prince of Troy. Tamer of Horses."
"Interesting. If you truly are the son of Hector, the Astyanax from the Illiad, then you would be over 3000 years old. You look as if you were only 20 years old though. How is it possible?"
"I was 10 years old when my father was killed at the hands of Achilles. When Troy was destroyed a few months later, I was able to escape with my mother through a secret passage. My mother took care of me for a few more years. I watched her succumb to grief. Then I was left alone. The Last of the Trojans."
Everyone in the room listened with immense interested.
"The sword you have beside is the Sword of Troy. My father gave me that sword just like his father before him all the way back to the Founding of Troy. The Spirit of Troy dwells within that sword. As long as a Trojan carries it, my people have a future. That is why the sword granted me immortality."
"Could I be granted this immortality?"
"Only a Trojan can carry that sword and I cannot die. So, the answer is no. Besides, you do not what this immortality. It is not a blessing, it is a curse. To be alone in this world and wander it for all time."
"Really?"
"Yes."
"Then you are of no use to me. Take him away and take care of him."
Two Death Eaters grabbed him.
"Wait! What of Bertha Jorkins?" Astyanax asked.
"You do not need about her. She is in a better place now. A lot better than an hour ago when she was under extreme torture."
"You killed her? Murderer!"
"It wasn't like she didn't want it." the Dark Lord said to him in a sinister voice. "Constantly asking me to kill her. I only granted her wish."
Astyanax looked at him with more hate than he ever felt before. "No!" he shouted as he was taken out of the room.
"We leave for Britain, my followers. I need a new body and Harry Potter is the key."