Ah, finally, after this chapter Avior and his friends will be going to Hogwarts, my dudes! This chapter was difficult to write, I was just too excited to get to write about Avior at Hogwarts. Please, if you spot any mistakes, point them out so that I can edit them :) Minor edits made-05/12/2020
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4 years later- 3rd person POV
" Avior, Arcadius! Please, get back here!"
The two boys giggled as they ran away from their now furious looking teacher, who was covered from head to toe with paint. The prank was the result of a combined effort from both of them, the two managing to control their magic just long enough for it to succeed.
The tutor in question, Mr Frazier, sighed in annoyance but didn't dare to chase them, no matter how annoyed he was. It was a death wish to do so. He reluctantly trudged his way towards a bathroom, hoping that he could salvage his now ruined clothes.
Avior and Arcadius continued sprinting down the hallways of their 'school', dodging around the alarmed maids and butlers tending to the halls that they came across.
The manor they were currently at was one owned by the Black family, converted into a place of schooling for young purebloods not yet old enough to attend Hogwarts. At this school, they would learn about all the basics of the wizarding world, such as the history of magic and the ministry. They would also be taught how to control their magic, to the best of their ability, from a young age so that they would have an easier time in years to come.
Avior had started here at the tender age of 4, joining his elder brother and a soon to graduate sister, since she shortly headed off to Hogwarts for her first year.
Now being at the age of seven years old, this would be a busy year for him and all of those in his age group. They would be formally introduced to the wizarding community, via a welcome from the Wizengamot.
Each child who had turned 7 from the 31st of August 1938- 30th of August 1939 who were part of a wizarding family, would on the 1st of September, be welcomed.
That said welcoming would be happening in barely a couple of days, hence the amount of tension that was currently in the air. It was a big deal, a time to show off their little heirs and inflate their already full to bursting egos.
Avior's family were all on edge, their pride of being the best family leading to them to become obsessed over this going perfect. Unfortunately for them, Avior wants to be like every other seven-year-old child. Which means that he most definitely does not want to be dressed up like a little doll to be displayed.
This lead to him acting out more often, as shown when he sabotaged his teachers lesson. His family were progressively getting more and more worried about how he would be like in the Wizengamot but were reassured when they remembered that he would never purposely bring their reputation down. He was the perfect little heir.
"Now, Avior, remember what you have to do?" Melania was standing by her youngest son, fussing over his robes as he smiled nervously.
" Yes, mother. I just need to listen to what the caller says and I'll be fine."
" More than fine my boy, you need to be brilliant. Do not let your us down, the pride of our family will depend on you doing your best."
" Yes, grandfather. I will do my best." He grinned up at his grandfather, who smiled minutely back, before marching away.
" My baby, I'm sure you'll do us proud. And don't forget to smile!" His mother called back as they walked into the hall, leaving him alone with the other children. He sighed in relief once they left. Finally, it was time to find Arcadius. He spun on his heels, intent on finding his friend before he crashed right into another person, sending them both to the floor.
" Oww! That hurt!" The voice coming from below him was unmistakenly male, another one of the children.
" Sorry." Avior sheepishly apologised to the boy once he had hauled him up.
" Hmph! You should be, do you have any idea who I am? My names Casimir Lestrange. And who may you be?" Said the haughty looking boy draped in bedazzled robes. He looked slightly disgruntled at Avior but kept as neutral face as possible in case he was someone of significance.
" I am Avior Black, and after today I will be known as Avior Peverell-Black. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Casimir. I hope we can become close, seeing as our parents are closely associated with one another." Avior tried to say all that with a straight face, but the look of shock on the boy's face was just priceless.
"A-ah, yes, I hope so too."
A hush fell through the hall as the caller finally made his way up onto the dais, adorned finely in a ministry branded robe. He cleared his throat, sweeping his eyes around the room to take in each of the significant figures gathered here to observe. He knew today would be one to proceed with caution, a single blunder could cause him hell from the ministry and public.
" Ladies and gentlemen, I thank you all for gathering here today to welcome a new generation of witches and wizards to our world officially. My name is Tiberius Oswald, and it is my greatest honour to be the wizard that formally accepts them into this society, as this is a monumental moment in their lives. I thank you once again for entrusting me with their reception." He bows deeply to the onlooking lords and ladies in the room, breathing out a sigh of relief. Good, no negative reactions so far.
" May I call forward Miss Eleanor Abbott." He called out the first name on the list, thanking that the first family was a lenient one. He didn't have to start off wary.
Tiberius smiled encouragingly at the little girl hesitating at the ornate doors, gesturing her forwards. She slowly began edging towards him, becoming more confident in her step once she glanced towards her supportive family.
She took his hand as he helped her up onto the dais, positioning her in the middle of an intricate-looking circle of runes. Tiberius leant down to whisper in her ear. " Don't worry too much, just follow my instructions and you will do perfectly." He straightened afterwards, stepping back out of the circle. He made his way to the edge in front of Eleanor, taking in a deep, calming breath.
" We will now begin the ceremony to welcome Miss Eleanor Abbott as an heir to a Noble and Ancient house. Please may I remind the audience to stay seated until the end."
The waiting room was heavy with anticipation as the young heirs waited for their turn. Nervous chattering could be heard from the more boisterous of children, a complete contrast to the group settled in the corner. They were deathly silent, each dressed in the most luxurious robes money could buy. They surveyed the room with icy, disapproving stares, sneering at the more energetic ones.
Among this group stood Avior, Arcadius and their new acquaintance, Casimir. They were whispering to one another, Avior growing paler as each second passed, dreading the fact that he was next. He was nudged gently by his friend, who he smiled back at to reassure that he was going to be fine.
" Avior Black, please stand to attention by the door. Your introduction will begin in a minute." The lady by the door announced, beckoning him over. He took in a shaky breath, steeling his features into a perfect mask of calm. Striding over, he thanked the witch, facing forwards as the ornate oak doors opened, revealing the entirety of the Wizengamot.
His calm facade nearly faltered as he laid his eyes on the crowd of people in the seats. Avior searched the crowd for familiar faces, relaxing when he spotted his parents.
" May I call forward Mr Avior Black." The speaker announced in a clear voice, looking almost as uneasy as Avior himself, no doubt from the hell a single mistake in this welcoming could bring. The Black family were not known for their kindness towards those who slight their house.
Avior stepped gracefully into the hall, aware of the hundreds of eyes currently trained on him, watching like hungry vultures for the slightest of slip-ups.
' Like I would ever allow myself to mess up at an event as important as this.' He thought to himself, making sure to keep his features neutral. He made his way up onto the dais with the aid of the speaker, who whispered a few hurried encouragements into his ear. As if he needed them. He already knew that there would be no room for blunders, his grandfather ordered his best, so Avior was going to give this his all.
" We will now begin the ceremony to welcome Mr Avior Black as an heir to a Noble and Ancient house. Please may I once again ask that everyone remain seated until it is over." The candles surrounding the circle suddenly burst into flame, startling him, but one look from his relatives was all it took to calm down. " Avior Black." His attention turned to the man, whose face was void of emotion. " Please hold out your right hand and repeat after me. ' I, Avior Leonis Black of The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black, accept my role as an heir to said house, as well as the sole heir to The Most Noble and Ancient House of Peverell. I will endeavour to uphold the prestige of both of these houses to the best of my ability, so mote it be.'"
" I, Avior Leonis Black of The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black, accept my role as an heir to said house, as well as the sole heir to The Most Noble and Ancient House of Peverell. I will endeavour to uphold the prestige of both of these house to the best of my ability, so mote it be." As soon as those last words were spoken, the circle underneath his feet began to shine a soft blue colour.
" The oath has been spoken and accepted by magic. Now, Your magic shall be measured to ensure that you are a worthy heir." The speaker looked downright uncomfortable with having to even insinuate that he wasn't fit to be an heir, nervously glancing towards his finely dressed relatives who were watching on with boredom. They already knew he had enough magic, their patriarch having sensed it when he was only a babe.
Avior stood stoically as numbers began to appear in the air, the entire room almost leaning forward in anticipation.
95140/100000
An extremely high number for someone. And this was only the potential for magic he had right now, it could quite easily increase later on as he grew older.
As expected of him. Although, reaching full power was a feat barely anyone in history had achieved.
"-welcome the newly named Avior Peverell-Black to our wonderful world!"
He barely registered what the speaker was saying, too caught up in the heady sensation he always felt whenever he made his family proud.
Yes, he could get used to this.
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Yes, Avior does think highly of himself. He's spent all his seven years of life being praised for having a rare power, being magically powerful, of course, he's going to be obnoxious.
It's toxic, the environment he's been raised in. Next chapter, when he goes to Hogwarts, will be a big surprise for someone as sheltered as himself.
Oh, and in this book, magic power increases with age until you hit eleven. It's why their magic is so unstable under that age because it keeps on growing. Once their magic potential has settled, their magic becomes more controllable and less likely to burst. But, it doesn't actually change all that much from birth, maybe going up only a few thousand. Avior's final magical potential will probably be around 85,000. I don't know, he's the main character, I want him to be strong. But, it is only potential power, not the power that he holds. He won't be able to control even a fifth of that power until the end of his first year. Probably. That's still a lot. But it does get harder to control power once they pass a certain threshold.
Thanks for reading! -Berry
