This isn't the best chapter, but luckily I get to age up Avior for next chapter now. He will be around 7 years old? probably. which means that a lot of time would have passed between his 3 and 7 birthdays. like one of the lords in this chapter says- most pureblooded children by 7 have already learnt the first-year curriculum due to having competent teachers.

Metamorphmagus colours for this chapter-

Grey- Nervous/ worried

Black- Neutral/ fear(since he has black hair)


-On the other side of the hall-

Arcturus was slowly becoming fed up with those around him.

For hours they had been blabbering on about all the idea's they had for magical Britain. They wanted to loosen the rules surrounding underage magic, their argument being that since the child was raised in a magical community, they were safe to learn magic since they understood the rules. Plus, in other countries, those underage were allowed to do magic in the presence of someone of age. Britain had so many absurd restrictions, all under the pretence that it was safer.

Arcturus honestly didn't care. He'd been teaching and encouraging his children to do magic since they were born. The wards around the house stopped any magic from being detected, not like anyone would tell on him anyway. His family practically controlled the ministry from behind the scenes.

His boredom came to a stop once the men started on the topic of muggle-borns. Now, this was a conversation he enjoyed listening about. It is a good way to single out the muggle-lovers and those who hated those filthy beings.

" Those dirty muggle spawns shouldn't be allowed in our world, let alone at our prestigious schools alongside our heirs! The ministry should not allow those with dirty blood to mix with our children. It is unfair to lower the standards of education that the children receive just because of a few! Those raised in pure families already know most of the information they learn in the first year of Hogwarts before they are 7 years of age! Filthy mudbloods! Coming into our world and disregarding our traditions, changing their names and stripping them of their meanings! It's insulting that the ministry allows it." By the end of his rant, Lord Carrow was red in the face from anger. Murmurs of agreement were heard from those around, even Arcturus found himself nodding in approval.

" I agree, they are diluting our magical bloodlines when mixed with our kind, weakening their resulting children's magical cores. It has been proven that a pureblood and a muggle-borns child always has a less stable magical core than one of two pureblooded parents. Muggleborns should not be allowed to mingle with us purebloods! For the safety of future generations, they need to be separated from us!" Lord Selwyn's statement was met with nods around the circle, anyone who thought differently not daring to speak up.

Arcturus took a glance around the room to see others reactions, nearly laughing when his eyes landed on a group of low ranking politicians, mainly consisting of half-bloods and purebloods who had married muggle-borns. They all looked wide-eyed at the group like they were about to attack them at any moment.

He wondered how any of them had even managed to get invited to his son's birth-

Shit.


Melania was very annoyed, which is never a good thing.

Her precious baby's birthday had been overrun by politicians trying to get into their good books. Although instead, they have made Melania dislike them all even more now.

She grumbled under her breath as she passed a group of giggling young women, sneering moodily at the way they batted their eyelashes at any passing man. Most of the men here were already married, it is downright improper to even think about flirting with them. Especially at her child's birthday celebration.

Melania took a deep breath, allowing her cold mask to settle over her features once more. A pureblood should not show any vulnerable emotions freely.

She stalked closer to the group of men she could see crowding near the corner, searching for her husband. She was sure that he was just as annoyed as her at these people.

A smile crept onto her face when her husband pushed his way through the crowd to get to her, an irritated look on his face. She knew he wouldn't stand for this disrespect.

" Melania, my dear, do you know where Avior is?" He turned around and scowled at the group, silently cursing himself by getting caught up in the gossip.

" He's with the other children in the corner." They both turned to look at where their son was sat, eyebrows raising at the sight they were greeted with.

" Dearest, are you seeing what I am?" Arcturus muttered disbelievingly, eyes following his eldest son.

" Yes. Our son does, in fact, seem to be floating." Melania replied, trying to reign in her laughter.

" Oh good, I thought for a second I was becoming senile."

...

" Orion!" They both yelled, rushing towards their now falling six-year-old son


-a few minutes earlier- with the children

Arcadius had now settled onto the sofa next to his brother, who was deep in conversation with the Rosier heir, Ivan.

His eyes were focused on the figure of Avior Black, who was staring back at him. Their mutual interest didn't go unnoticed by everyone else, who were now subtly watching the pair to see how they reacted to each other.

Avior was the first to move. He hopped off of his sister's lap, approaching the other with confident steps. Once he was close enough he leaned down to his ear.

" How's your magic control?" Avior whispers, startling Arcadius by the seemingly random question.

" Erm- I can um control it for a couple of seconds, just enough so it can do something," He answers hesitantly, earning a mischievous grin from Avior.

" Better than me! I can't even control it for a smidge of a second." He tsks in fake annoyance, still slyly smirking. "Hey, do you think that you could show me, I've never seen someone so young be able to even call forth their magic on purpose. Even my brother, but he's only ever shown one bout of accidental magic."

" Um, but it doesn't always go right! Sometimes, when I want it to bring me over a toy it instead burns the toy. I really really don't want to destroy something here!"

" It's fine, I'll take the blame if anything goes wrong."

" Ok. Um, I'll show you how I can bring stuff towards me, like that cup over there." Arcadius scrunches up his face in concentration, trying his hardest to make it happen so that he can impress his new acquaintance.

Unfortunately for him, and to the amusement of Avior, it goes very wrong.

Instead of the cup being pulled towards him, his magic ends up attaching itself to Avior's older brother Orion, causing him to float up into the air.

" Woah, hey!" Orion lets out a startled yelp before the magic wears off and he falls rapidly towards the ground.

This is when Avior begins to panic, hair turning a sombre grey colour to match his now worried eyes.

He can hear his parent's panicked cry of his brother's name in the background, see all the surrounding capable adults pulling out their wands to try and save him. But, none of them are quick enough. Instead, his brother glowed golden for a second, before disappearing into thin air.

You could hear a pin drop in the silence of the room. It was deathly quiet.

Before the room could burst into chaos, Orion reappeared on the floor, looking as pristine as he had before, no signs of injury at all. A collective relived sigh swept around the room. Nobody had wanted to face the wrath of the Black family if their heir had been harmed.

Orion's parents rushed towards, fussing over him as he batted their hands away.

" Mama! Did'ya see what I did! Did you see, did you see!" Orion was bubbling with excitement, having just then shown his second-ever bought of accidental magic.

" Yes my dear, mama saw. Mama's so proud of you my darling!"

Avior finally breathed out, his worry dissipating at seeing that his brother was not harmed. He turned to the pale boy next to him, smiling softly.

" Hey, it's fine. You didn't mean to, it's more my fault for badgering you to show me magic." He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, before holding out his small hand. " My names Avior Black. Want to be friends?"

Arcadius' eyes lit up, eagerly grabbing a hold of the offered hand. " My name is Arcadius Malfoy, and yes, I'd love to be!"

That was the start of a friendship that would last for a lifetime and beyond.


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