Note: I'm adding quite a lot to the wizarding world, so be prepared for things you do not expect.
Metamorphmagus hair colours:
Pink- Embarrassment
Blue- Sadness
Red- Anger
Silver- Annoyance
Black- Neutral/Fear
Orange- Amusement
Brown- Hurt
Blonde/yellow- Happiness
Purple- Love
White- Enraged
Grey- Nervous
-Around 3 years later-
" Happy Birthday, Avior!"
A loud yelp was heard throughout the manor, the paintings of those long deceased just shaking their heads fondly at the now regular sight of the father-son duo.
Arcturus picked up his now annoyed son, who struggled to escape his hold. He chuckled, ruffling the boys silver and orange hair, before heading towards the living room with his son in his arms.
As the passed the portraits in the grandiose halls, many stopped their conversations to wish the youngest Black a happy birthday, proudly watching him as he interacted with each of them.
They finally reached the grand oak doors of the living room, Arcturus pushing them open with a burst of magic to impress his son. He was rewarded with an adorable gasp and the sight of his youngest wide-eyed with awe. He puffed up proudly at that.
The room was unrecognisable underneath the literal mountains of presents that Avior had received, from his many relatives and members of high society wanting to get in his good books. He was a very famous person in wizarding society, despite having only just turned three years of age.
Once he was put down, Avior ran towards his mother who was sat on the sofa, looking almost as giddy to begin as he was. She was still dressed in her nightclothes, yet she looked as stunning as she would in the most fanciful of ballgowns.
" Good morning, mummy." He sweetly babbled out, climbing onto her lap so that she could hug him as she did every morning.
" Hello, my darling birthday boy." She cuddled him closer, gently kissing his forehead before frowning at the sight of his hair, the colours still a bright mix of silvery orange.
" Why are you annoyed, Avior?"
He pouted, shrugging his shoulders before glaring at his father who was already on his way out of the room to go and wake his older children.
" Papa knows I don't like being picked up without warning, yet he still did so! He should have asked!" Avior whined, earning a snort from his amused mother.
" Ah, I really should have known that he is the reason."
"Hey!"
Once his older siblings were awoken and downstairs, he could finally begin to open his many presents.
As always, the first present he unwrapped was from his mother, who was now on the edge of her seat, eager to see his reaction. She missed the way those present in the room gave her tender looks at her actions.
He ripped into the expensive-looking wrapping paper and out tumbled a silver box engraved finely with snakes.
" Go on, open it up." Melania could barely contain her excitement, she had been waiting to give him this since his birth.
Avior unclasped the lock to the box, slowly opening it up and gasping when he saw the contents.
Inside was the heir ring to the house of Peverell, gleaming enticingly against the fine black velvet interior.
"I know you can't wear it for a few more years, but I really couldn't
wait any longer to give it to you."
He continued to stare at the ring, entranced by its vine fashioned silver band and black onyx stone engraved with the Peverell family crest. His brother made an intrigued noise, shuffling closer to Avior to get a better look.
" It looks so cool!" His brother gawked the ring, before seemingly losing interest after a few moments of staring. " Anyway, Avi, open my present to you next!" He shoved a messily wrapped silver parcel into his brothers' small arms, wriggling with anticipation.
Avior picked at the abundance of tape on the present, struggling while getting more and more annoyed at his repeated failure. He whined in frustration as his hair turned a mix of pink and silver due to his embarrassment.
" Avior, let me-" Arcturus began, leaning towards his son to lend him some help, before being harshly shoved away.
" No!" Avior cried out, now growing angry at his inability to open a present. His hair bled into a deep red, hands shaking and breath heavy. He felt an irritating pressure begin to build in his head, feeling like it was going to burst. And burst it did.
Due to his intense emotions, his accidental magic erupted from his body, shredding the wrapping paper and shattering the windows in the room. The force behind the explosion was great, resulting in a sharp wind that rushed through the air before settling when Avior realised what he had just done. His eyes were wide and slightly watery, icy blue in colour.
It was so silent in the now dishevelled room, you could probably hear a pin drop.
" Wow, Avior, that was amazing! Your magic went like whoosh, and then-" Orion gushed excitedly, not taking notice of his brother's ever-darkening blueish hair colour.
" Orion, stop." Melania chided her son gently, still slightly disorientated from what she had just witnessed. She approached her youngest child slowly as if worried that he would be spooked with any sudden movements. She saw her son moving away from her as she came closer, and that made her heart nearly break. " Avior, sweetheart, I'm not mad at you in the slightest. What you just did was normal, it happens to all magical children when they are young."
" But I'm not supposed to let my emotions out like that, nanny said I should possess control over them, otherwise people would have something to hold against me! She said to never let them out that much because it is not proper too! I don't ever want to disappoint nanny!" Avior was close to hysteria, his hair a stormy mix of black and blue.
" Nanny won't mind, sweetheart. Around family, you don't have to hide your emotions. I am sure that your nanny will be very proud of you for this. Barring your metamorphmagus abilities, this is the first case of accidental magic that you have shown, and a strong display of power at that. I am very proud of you, Avior." She brings him into a hug, wiping the few tears that had fallen from his eyes off of his cheeks.
" Now then, let us continue with opening your presents, yeah?"
"Mh!"
The rest of the morning was uneventful, just being spent opening presents which by itself took several hours and he still didn't open them all, only those from relatives and close family friends.
The gifts included many baskets of sweets, books, jewellery (such as cuff links), robes, boots and much more. How they managed to get the correct sizing for his clothes he'll never know.
After that was all over and done with, he had a relaxing lunch with his close family that had arrived before the party was due to start in the afternoon.
That afternoon was a memorable occasion, for many different reasons.
The first one being that it was Avior's first birthday party.
It was a pureblood tradition to only celebrate birthdays with those other than immediate family once a child turned three years, as that was when the risk of that child dying lessens. Once a child turns seven, they are allowed to go to other high society gatherings outside of their homes, since that is when they are formally introduced to the wizarding world.
Therefore, this celebration was unlike the ones he had attended before. The only gatherings he had attended before this was his families annual ones such as Yule, Samhain and Beltane. People here, however, would not be only relations, instead, they would be a mix of political allies, those in high ministry positions, family friends and respectable pureblooded families.
The second reason was that this was also the day he met his first-ever friend, Arcadius Malfoy, the younger brother to Abraxas Malfoy, who was his brothers and Cousin Turais' friend.
Arcadius was bored.
He'd been standing here for ages, waiting for his father to stop talking about business with all these dull old men. Even his brother was speaking with them while ignoring him!
Just because his brother was a little bit older- ok, maybe a lot older than him, didn't mean that he was that much more intelligent.
He could hold important conversations too!
Like how he was beginning to learn how to draw runes, he didn't understand what any of them meant, but that was still a lot more than many others his age could do. Anyway, his mother called his runes beautiful, so he must be very good at drawing them. That should be something worth discussing, he was very proud of his abilities. They would also most definitely be interested in his ability to-
He was pulled out of his smug thoughts by his brother gently grabbing hold of his shoulder, causing him to look up at him. He's greeted by his brothers smiling face before he turned back to the old men.
" Excuse me gentlemen, but my brother and I are going to go find our friends. Have a wonderful rest of the evening." His tone is steady and respectful, yet holds no room for any refusal.
" Of course, Abraxas, go find your friends. I'm sure your brother will be much more entertained." Their father chuckles, looking down at his youngest fondly.
" Yes, father" With one last respecting nod in the direction of the men, his brother steers him away from the group, heading towards the plush settees at the end of the fancy room.
"I could see you becoming antsy, little brother. Ah, aren't those types of people just the most pitiful! It was so obvious that they were trying to persuade father with their idea's. Hah! As if he'd be impressed by their tedious drivel." His brother snorted in a scornful manner, shaking his head in remembrance of their impudence.
Arcadius giggled, nodding his head in agreement even though he didn't understand everything his brother had just said. It must have been something amazing, his brother never said something wrong.
They arrived at their destination, Arcadius ducking behind Abraxas at the attention the pair were receiving. He did not like to be stared at, even if those people were his brother's friends and acquaintances.
The group they had approached consisted of the kids of those attending the party, pureblooded children and a few select half-bloods. The half-bloods were clearly ostracised by the group, hanging about in a little circle by the side, regarding the others with mistrust blazing in their eyes.
Abraxas sauntered forward to sit in a recently vacated space, those around him moving around to accommodate his presence, leaving Arcadius standing there not knowing what to do. He decided to observe the group while they were distracted by his brother.
The group appeared to have a hierarchy, those most important, like his big brother, sat in the middle while those of lesser status surrounded them.
Abraxas and his friends were obviously the most notable people of the group, consisting of those with the purest blood and noblest ancestry.
Of course, all the Blacks under the age of 11 were sitting with that group. even though it was a party held in the honour of their youngest, the adults had decided to turn it into a political gathering, much to the ire of Melania Black. All the children had gotten bored with their parents chattering and had ended up sitting on the settees.
The guest of honour, Avior Black, was also present with the group, sat on his elder sisters lap and not paying anyone else an ounce of attention, seeming lost in his thoughts.
Arcadius was very curious about the boy. He was strong magically, as showcased when he tapped into his metamorphmagus abilities just a few short months after his birth, and he also was the first person he had ever met donning an aura with multiple colours.
Even though Arcadius was barely 3 years old himself, he had come to an understanding that his abilities were not normal, even in the wizarding world.
Since birth, he has always had the ability to see magic.
Avior was growing increasingly fed up.
Not only had his first birthday party been turned into a political gathering, but he had also been banished to the corner with the other children.
He honestly was around 10 seconds away from having a spectacular temper tantrum, the consequences of his actions be damned!
Luckily for him, his interest was now peaked.
Two boys had recently approached where he was sitting, one looking around 8 and the other his age, 3.
Now, that may not sound all that interesting, but Avior sensed something intriguing from these males. He could sense how powerful someone was magically, just like his grandfather Sirius, and he could tell that they would be very powerful wizards one day.
Especially the younger one.
He was practically radiating untapped power, that is why he was so interesting to Avior, who had never met someone of his age who had such raw potential as himself.
He wanted to befriend this boy, wanted to have someone equal to himself for once in his life. And maybe this boy might be that someone.
He had made up his mind. Avior would befriend him as soon as possible. Even if he did not end up with an equal, he hoped he would gain a close friend at least.
The evening was looking a lot less dull now that he had an objective:
Befriend Arcadius Malfoy.
If I have made any mistakes, please point them out.
Honestly, his younger years bore me. I just want to write him at Hogwarts already! But this bit of the story is important for you to understand his character, so I have to write it.
The year is currently 1935- Avior is 3 years old.
Minor editing-05/12/2020
