Hair-

Blue- Sadness

Red- Anger

Silver- Annoyance

Pink- Embarrassment/Surprise

Orange- Amusement

Black- Neutral/ fear

Blonde/Yellow- Happiness

Green- Disgust

Purple- Love

White- Rage

Grey- Nervousness

Brown- Hurt


Saturday- 5th September 1943

Turais stepped into the medical ward, steps purposeful and eyes hard as he made his way to the singularly occupied bed. " How is he?"

" Still sleeping. They want to keep him under for a few more hours. Apparently, it was a pretty violent vision that caused a severe mental strain." Cassius responded to his friend who sat down next to him, both of them watching the figure on the bed.

He winced sympathetically, eyeing the boy that was sleeping soundly, looking as pale as a ghost. Avior had sought him out once his friend had been transported to the medical ward, distraught. It had taken a while for him to calm himself, but he'd eventually coaxed his cousin to go and rest in the common room, while he would give him the news on his friend.

The pair lapsed into a comfortable silence, neither having anything else to say at the moment.

A short while later, the doors to the " Turais." A deep voice spoke softly from the infirmary's doorway, and the two of them looked up, backs straight.

" Tom."

" My-my Lord"

Came their simultaneous responses, one confident while the other was breathy, filled with reverence.

He came closer, gazing down at Casimir's still form.

" A seer. How astonishing, that something as important as this was hidden from me for so long. I find myself impressed." He drawled, eyes not wandering from him.

" M-my Lord, I-" Cassius stuttered out, beginning to rise from his chair.

" Cassius, do not speak. I will deal with you later. Turais, when the boy awakens, order him to not speak a word of what he has seen, not to Avior, or even to Arcadius. Their future must play out how he has foreseen, I will make sure of it. He must obtain the power he is destined to have to be of the utmost use to me." Tom ordered his friend, eyeing him.

" Yes, Tom. I would never wish for Avior to be denied such a power, by them trying to stop it from happening. My cousin deserves to be powerful." Was Turais' heartfelt response, staring directly into Tom's eyes to show how seriously he felt about the subject.

He nodded approvingly at his only friend, a slight smile quirking at the corner of his lips." Yes, and he will surely prove to be a great asset in the future because of it. Make sure he never hears of this vision, even though it was vague and even we do not know exactly what that power was. Cassius, with me." With that, he turned on his heel and began a brisk walk away from the bed, Cassius hot on his heels, head bowed like a scolded puppy.

Turais watched them leave, turning once more to the fast asleep form of his cousin's friend. " You don't mind if I have a look at that vision once more, do you? It is so utterly enthralling, the power that he is soon to behold, isn't it?" He asked rhetorically, before diving into the mind of the seer.


" Do you think he'll be okay? That was the most violent reaction to a vision I've seen from him. Even Cassius looked scared when he saw him, and he's seen him have many more visions than we. It must have hurt a great deal." Avior fretted, nervously biting at his once-perfect nails, now stumpy and broken. His eyes flittered from side to side warily, as if he was expecting to be hit at any moment.

" He will be fine, Avior. Hogwarts' Mediwitches are always highly trained individuals, what with the number of important, high profile children that come here." Arcadius assured him, although he too looked peaky, face nearly matching the milky colour of his hair.

Avior still looked worried, but it had been mollified by the reassurance.

" Come on, we need to head to lunch." He nodded halfheartedly in response, the pair trudging their way to the dining hall in silence.

The news had spread quickly through the student populace, the revelation that the first-year Lestrange boy was a seer was huge news, as they were a rare bunch. And unfortunately for the pair of them, since they were said seer's friend, they had to deal with the brunt of the attention as he wasn't present.

"-Right there. That's them, the young Black and Malfoy. Friend's of his-"

"-Can't believe that they'd allow such a person to attend-"

"-And they've got something up with them too! A Metamorphmagus-"

"-And a Sensor too! The Malfoy himself can see magic, but once his core matures, he will also be able to sense magic!"

"-How amazing! To have such powers-"

"-Disgusting, aren't they freaky-"

"-The Black's find pride in such an ability, I think that it's just plain odd! How can the Ministry allow such a person to go around unchecked, he could turn into a beast at any moment-"

Avior swallowed at that, wide and overwhelmed eyes seeking out familiar ones in the swarm of green and silver.

There.

" Luce!" He cried out in relief, diving into his sister's arms, who welcomed him happily, without hesitation. He let out a shaky breath into the crook of her shoulder, calming himself with the familiarity of her touch and smell.

He pulled back once he found himself calmer than before, flushing darkly when he found himself the centre of attention to the entertained Knights of Walpurgis. Hair tinted pink, he slid himself onto the bench next to Lucretia, straightening his posture and attempting to look composed.

He ignored the snicker to his left that sounded all too similar to his brother's, instead glaring at a goblet of water, willing it to spill all over his amused looking cousin.

It didn't move an inch.

" Avi, it looks as if you want to boil that water with your glare." His cousin tutted, eyeing the goblet with clear entertainment.

" It might hurt you more when it spills, so that's a good thing."

Lucretia let out an unladylike snort, her hand coming up to muffle her giggles, and Turais let out a bark of laughter, his head of dark curls flinging back. " My dear cousin, you wound me. I can't believe you would think of harming your own flesh and blood!"

Movement to his left caught the group's attention, and they looked down the table to see what it was.

A shaky looking Cassius sat gingerly down onto the bench by his sister's side, body oddly twitching, hands slightly spasming. It drew all of her attention, and she began to fret over him, but he only waved off her worry with a wan smile.

Riddle sat down gracefully across from Avior, next to Turais', looking composed as could be. None of the first years even guessed that he had been the cause of Cassius' strange behaviour.

Avior frowned at Cassius' gritted teeth and pained grimaces but knew that it wasn't his place to get involved. If he really needed to know, he was sure one of his relatives would inform him later on in the evening.

" So, how was your Etiquette lesson?" Lucretia asked, and he groaned, allowing his head to thud on the table.

" Don't ask."


Later that evening- Saturday

Avior was leisurely making his way back to the common room, having lost track of time and stayed in the library until its closing time, close to curfew. He held in his hands a book on Transfiguration, wanting to read up on a subject that he'd stumbled across a couple of days ago. He was nearing the stairs that would lead to the dungeons but didn't quite make it before being interrupted.

" Oi, you, stop right there! Slimy snakes shouldn't be hovering around these parts, slither off you your dungeons, Slytherin." The leaner one spat out harshly, taking a threatening step forward, shadowed by the more rotund of the pair. Avior could see stands of grey appearing in his hair at the sudden unprovoked confrontation, growing nervous at the sight of the older years.

" Oh, It's the little Slytherin, you know, the one said to have the freaky hair." The larger Gryffindor theatrically whispered to his friend, who smiled sharply.

He felt something he'd rarely felt before. Fear. Cold and unforgiving, it crept up his spine, pricking. The slight streaks of grey vanished, turning back to his natural black.

" Aw, look, Liam, his freaky hair isn't changing colour at all. Maybe the Black's have been lying to us the whole time, I wouldn't be surprised."

The Gryffindors backed him into the wall, a look of cruelness present in their eyes. He felt threatened, knowing that there was virtually nothing he could do, hopeless against two much older wizards.

That was, until a confident voice came from behind him, startling the pair away.

" Porter, Munday, leave him alone. How dare you corner one of my house's first years on their way to the dungeons. Get out of my sight, Professor Slughorn and Dumbledore will be made aware of your actions."

The two shakily nodded in response, hurrying down the corridor to escape his vicinity. Tom allowed himself to bask in their fear, enjoying the way he could make even the brave and daring Gryffindors turn tail with his mere presence.

" And 10 points from Gryffindor, each, for your disgraceful behaviour tonight." Avior watched as the pair scuffled dejectedly away, not even daring to glance back at the Slytherin Prefect.

The older boy turned to him with a blank expression, looking him up and down, checking for anything wrong.

" Thank you, Riddle." He fidgeted slightly under his intense gaze, eyes widening slightly as a gentlemanly smile graced the other's features.

" There is no need for thanks, I'm only doing my job as a Prefect, after all. Now, hurry along to the common room and don't dally. The populace of Hogwarts isn't kind to young snakes such as yourselves." With that, he was on his way, resuming his duty of roaming the corridors.


2 Months Later- 31st October 1943

The great hall was a cacophony of noise, much more than usual due to all the sugar those present had consumed in the last hour. Even the usually subdued Slytherin table was joining in with the festivities, although with more elegance, of course.

" Ugh, look at them all, dressed up in costumes, making a mockery of our blessed day!" Walburga sneered as she watched two third-years in costumes rush past, hooting and calling while dressed as some sort of creature.

" It is because they are celebrating Halloween, as Mudbloods, Muggles and Blood Traitors do, Walburga. Whereas we traditional Wizards celebrate Samhain." Orion could barely hide his distaste, glowering deeply at the first-year muggle-born dressed as a 'witch'.

" How pitiful they all look." Turais had a nasty look on his face, watching the proceedings with hooded eyes. Turning to Avior, he forced a happy grin onto his features. " How are you planning to celebrate Samhain this year? We cannot allow you to participate alongside us, you are too young for such a strenuous ritual."

" And one that goes against many of the ministry's regulations? I was planning to light a candle, there is no other way to pay my respects without doing something illegal. How do you plan to do your ritual in Hogwarts anyway?"

" Ah, and that is a secret I'll never reveal until you are older."

" You're so mean, Turais!" The older boy burst into laughter at the putout look on his cousin's face, pulling him closer to ruffle his hair.

" My heart, Avi! I have never done a mean thing to you in my life, you dare to spout lies on such a sacred day! Shame on you."


Later that evening, closer to midnight- In the Slytherin first-year boy's dorms

" I give my sincerest prayers to those of my blood, long past may they be, and hope that they forevermore rest in peace," Avior whispered, lighting the candle with a simple fire spell that he'd been taught long ago by his mother. He felt a breeze brush the back of his neck, the hairs there rising at the presence, but he only smiled contently. " Thank you for gracing me with your presence, Lord Aries Black." Avior felt the man's approval settling over him, basking in the power his ancestor gifted him with.

There was a reason why families prayed to their ancestors, other than to honour their memory. Sometimes, one might gift their descendant with a gift, if they please them or if they favour them. It had only happened to Avior once before, and that was when he was a babe. His great-great-aunt, Elladora Black, who had passed away only a few short days after his mother had been announcing pregnant with him, blessed him with some of her magic power that following Samhain. While his mother had apparently never been the fondest of her, she now gave her thanks to the late Black, for giving her son more power, as power was what every wizard needed in the world in these times.

Aries' presence soon disappeared, and no other's appeared, so he finished up his prayers, eager to go and feast with his friend's.

Sitting down next to a content looking Casimir and a fidgeting Arcadius, he allowed a small smile to grace his lips, hair turning a soft blond. " So, did your prayers go well?" He aimed at the two of them, although the question was also one that the other's could answer.

" Yes, they did. Nobody showed, but I could feel their approval of my words." Casimir spoke up, eyes darting to his hair with curiosity and smiling himself.

" You, Arcadius?"

" One of my ancestors blessed me! Uh, I mean, I was gratified to be chosen by one of my ancestor's, who gifted me some power." He sheepishly spoke, eyes alight with joy. " I'm not sure how much it's raised by, but it doesn't really matter. They chose to bless me!"

" I'm happy for you." And he was, very happy for him. He loved to see his oldest friend looking so joyful.

" What about you? Did any of your ancestors appear?"

" Yes, Aries Black, my many times' great grandfather. He also gifted me more magic power." Avior grinned, feeling the foreign but slowly integrating power circling his core, slowly combining with it.

The food was soon passed around, each person having a plate full of it, happily feasting in the memory of their passed loved ones.

" Blessed Samhain!" He cheered, holding up a goblet of pumpkin juice

" Blessed Samhain!" The others chorused in response, clinking their drinks together with giggles, wide smiles present on all of their faces

Avior felt as though he had never been more content, sitting in his dorm room, surrounded by his friends and acquaintances. Hogwarts' magic pulsed as if agreeing with his thoughts, and he grinned, silently thanking the ancient presence for obscuring them from the teachers.

Indeed, it was a blessed Samhain.


Felt as though this was dragging, so I decided to do a time skip. The next chapter is almost done, but I think I've finally shorted out an update schedule.

This book will (hopefully) update within the 8th-14th of each month :) Once I become a bit quicker at writing, it may be 2 every month, but I'm not going to overestimate myself. Shout at me in the comments if I post the next chapter before the stated dates.

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