Rodrick groaned as his eyes took in the forms of his extended family, they were ahead of his small group looking around for something. Probably him. He turned towards his guardians.
"I know the train won't leave for a good 15 minutes but..." He simply pointed a finger towards the Weasleys.
Daphne rolled her eyes. Astoria chuckled.
"You will have to deal with them at some point Rodrick," Cyrus remarked.
"Perhaps, but it won't be today." Rodrick shrugged before taking his wand out and placing himself, Astoria and Daphne under an invisibility charm.
Roxanne sighed, "Be safe you three!" She called out to thin air.
"Will do!" She heard Daphne call out from thin air.
Roxanne and Cyrus turned to the approaching family before both of them let out another sigh. This was not looking to be a pleasant conversation from the way Mrs Weasley looked at them.
...
Rodrick, Daphne and Astoria moved through the crowds hidden under a charm, careful not to accidentally run into anyone.
They weren't heading for the train, instead opting to collect the rest.
Just ahead of them stood Tracey with her family. With nudging from Rodrick, Astoria grabbed the red head's hand.
The girl's eyes luckily lit up quickly as she understood.
"I'll see you both in Christmas," Tracey suddenly spoke up before to her father's shock simply disappearing.
Her mother blinked once before shaking her head.
"Trace!" Her father started calling out before he was shushed by his wife.
"Our daughter just disappeared," he exclaimed stonily.
"It was probably one of her friends,"
The man blinked before frowning, "Friends? What sort of people is she hanging out with?"
"Her classmates," The woman added, "I've met them a few times,"
The man blinked, "When did they start teaching students Invisibility spells?"
"Charms," The woman corrected. "And I am fairly certain the boy learnt it on his own if Tracey's stories are anything to go on,"
"Boy?" There was a somewhat dangerous look on the man's face at the words causing the woman to chuckle.
...
"Why are we invisible?"
"Weasleys,"
Tracey blinked at the word.
"Plural," Daphne helpfully added.
Tracey nodded.
...
"How are you planning to spirit Malfoy away?" Astoria questioned.
"Like this," Rodrick deadpanned as he quickly took Draco under his invisibility charm. Without warning.
To Lucius Malfoy's credit, the man didn't bat an eye as he simply apparated himself and his wife away, completely ignoring her startled reaction at her only son's disappearance. You'd think she would've gotten used to Grindelwald's eccentricities by now.
...
"What the hell-" Draco was about to question his parent's sudden departure before his eyes landed on Rodrick. "Oh, it's you..." He remarked, suddenly calm again before simply following the group to their next target.
...
Blaise hadn't been difficult to steal, partly because he'd shown up to the platform on his own. No one questioned it. And he didn't question the sudden invisibility charm either. Frankly, Rodrick's acted far weirder if he was honest.
...
Luna? To Rodrick's amusement, they didn't even need to turn the girl invisible, nor even give her a hint of where they were.
The girl had just randomly started following them.
Draco turned back at the following girl, "Is she even invisible?"
"Nope," Rodrick answered shaking his head.
Astoria started speaking to her.
Confusion quickly turned into wariness as Draco watched the invisible girl talk to a non-invisible Luna.
"This doesn't make sense..."
"And magic does?" Tracey questioned amused.
It took a few seconds before Draco calmly asked Rodrick to bring the girl under his charm.
"She seems to be fine with the arrangement," Rodrick shrugged.
"I am not," Draco fired back, crossing his arms.
Blaise rolled his eyes, "Believe it or not, the world doesn't revolve around you," He scoffed.
"No, it apparently revolves around Rodrick," Luna chirped, looking directly at Rodrick.
"Please bring her into the charm..." Draco, as much as he will deny it, remarked with a haunted look in his eyes. How the hell did the girl know exactly where Rodrick was!?
...
"Shouldn't we get Nott?" Blaise questioned.
Rodrick turned at the words, blinking. "I'd almost forgotten about him..." he remarked causing Malfoy to snort.
"I am sure he'll find us..." He added on.
"Are you planning to put up privacy charms?" Blaise questioned.
"Yes, why?" Rodrick answered bemused.
Blaise blinked before turning to Daphne, "Did he hit his head over the summer?"
"Many times," Daphne answered truthfully much to Rodrick's chagrin.
...
Arriving to their destined compartment, Rodrick quickly unshrank all of the luggage, he'd done everyone the favour of keeping hold of all of it. Never let it be said Rodrick was bad to his minion- Friends. Friends, bad to his friends...
"Wait here for a moment," He remarked earning raised eyebrows, he completely ignored Nott suddenly joining their group before he entered the empty compartment.
"What's he doing?" Draco questioned attempting to get a look into said compartment.
"He looks like he's writing something... In the air..." Astoria commented.
"It's runes..." Luna answered helpfully.
"I didn't know you could write on thin air..." Nott remarked somewhat surprised, surely someone would've realised...
"You can write on any surface really, I suppose the air itself should technically count... I mean he managed to write runes onto a feather..." Tracey added on.
"A feathers still physical though... Where would you even start writing and how would you even make sure it held instead of simply disappearing?"
As soon as Rodrick popped his head out, he quickly called them all in. To the surprise of a lot of them, the compartment started expanding to fit them all.
Luna blinked before a smile quickly found itself on her face as she went in and took a seat on one of the corners, directly opposite Rodrick. Daphne had decided to take the seat by him with Astoria opposite her next to Luna. Tracey took her seat between Daphne and Blaise. Malfoy to his surprising indifference simply sat next to Astoria with Nott opposite Blaise.
"How did you do that?" Nott suddenly questioned, curious.
"Do what?" Rodrick replied. Before Nott could clarify he watched as Tracey suddenly took out several parchments of paper from her robe before levitating them to him, a sheepish smile on her face.
"Homework?" Rodrick questioned amused earning a nod. Shaking his head he quickly activated his magic quill before letting it do the work, earning a grateful and relieved look from the girl.
Blaise, Malfoy, Nott, Astoria and Luna then proceeded to take out their own homework. Apparently, it was planned.
Rodrick groaned.
"Daphne do your sisters homework, Tracey do Luna's please." Daphne turned towards her sisters, disapproval lining her face before sighing at the look on said girl's face.
Tracey simply took the Ravenclaws papers.
"What about us?" He heard Nott question.
Rodrick shrugged, "Snape has to punish someone,"
"No, he doesn't..." Blaise remarked with a frown.
"And if he did, wouldn't it be Potter?" Nott questioned.
Rodrick couldn't care less.
"Do your own work." He shrugged.
"You're helping Tracey..." Nott remarked, frowning.
"I like Tracey." Was Rodrick's reply.
"Because she's a redhead, like you know, the Weasleys," Malfoy snorted, earning two glares.
"Maybe Potter might make a better replacement..." Rodrick considered out loud, earning an affronted look.
"There are limits Rodrick... Even if you are a Grindelwald..."
"Hands up if you like Harry Potter."
Luna, Astoria, Daphne and Tracey raised their hands.
"Hands up if Harry Potter's tolerable."
Blaise and Nott raised their hands.
Rodrick looked at Malfoy, a glint in his eye.
"Now replace Harry with Draco." Rodrick gleefully remarked.
Daphne slapped him across the head.
"Don't start things now, the train hasn't even started moving yet." The girl remarked, idly staring at her sister's history homework.
Malfoy had a smug grin on his face.
"Hands up if Rodrick's tolerab-" He started before to his annoyance and everyone's amusement he was quickly put into a silencing charm.
...
"You didn't answer by the way..." Nott spoke up, looking towards Rodrick.
"Hmm?" Rodrick stared at Theo. "Answer what?"
"How were you able to use Ancient Runes like that? Wouldn't have been easier to simply write on the walls?"
Rodrick shook his head, "The compartment has several runes etched their already, to prevent others from messing around with them."
"How did you write on thin air?" Nott questioned again.
"He didn't write on thin air," Luna remarked, staring at the ceiling of the room. "He simply conjured up parchment and turned it invisible,"
Nott blinked a few times as he stared at the blonde before frowning, "Wouldn't we still be able to touch it?"
"He used runes to prevent that as well," Luna tilted her head as she stared at the ceiling, "I believe he used the runes to replicate the expanding charm and another set to turn it into..." The girl furrowed her brows before her eyes lit up, "Air! You turned the parchment into thin air!"
"Close," Rodrick remarked, a somewhat proud look on his face, "The runes adapt the parchment into its surroundings. Like how a chameleon would change colours, this simply lets it change its structure."
The only people non-plussed by the revelation where the Greengrass girls and Tracey, having seen him doing something similar over the summer.
"I didn't even know you could do that..." Nott quite literally gaped, he hadn't thought the subject was that useful...
"If our world were a book, Magic would be ink and Runes it's quill. Quite literally anything is possible. Only your imagination is the limit," Rodrick explained.
Luna had that dreamy-eyed look in her face as she considered the possibilities... "Could you... Could bring someone back as well..."
Rodrick winced slightly, "One's soul is far to complex to imagine or write... Though..."
Luna was staring at him, a surprised and somewhat hopeful look on her face. The others made no attempt at hiding their... Disapproval? Those thoughts led one to dark places... They all knew what she was referring to and well, that sort of magic led to dark places.
Rodrick raised a hand to his chin as he contemplated something, his magical quill long stopped moving on it's. Turning back up with steely gaze. He looked Luna in the eye.
"I'll be honest, anything is quite literally possible with magic. That kind of magic is..." He shook his head, "What I mean to say is, I doubt anyone could probably pull it off now but... Well... Even if I can't do such a thing, I may be able to create a way for you to talk to them in a way. I know for a fact that it's possible, the only thing I'd need is a way to well, connect to them?" He remarked, his thoughts quickly trying to figure out a way, he was certain it'd be possible to replicate, after all, the Resurrection stone did exist.
The uncomfortable silence etched on for a little while before Malfoy helpfully brought their attention back.
"Yea well, just don't start on it this year, don't forget we've got the tournament to worry about."
Rodrick blinked before his eyes widened slightly... The tournament... The goblet of fire was this year... That meant Voldemort. He'd almost forgotten about it.
He turned to Luna, grinning, "I'll look into it, I'll see if I can do anything for you once I leave Hogwarts. I'll have enough time on my hands and considering my recent acquisition of the lovely Lestrange fortune, I'll have all the time and resources in the world. I'll see if there's any way I can get you to connect to her..." And me and my own. "The soul never dies, after all, even the killing curse can only remove it, not destroy it." Which while somewhat truth was also incorrect. There were, as far as he knew, two ways to truly hurt the soul. A Horcrux cuts it in half and The Mortis Vincula curse? Well, the less said about that the better.
"If it involves a ritual and my best friend melting in any way or form I will personally hold you responsible." Astoria quickly dispelled the sudden tension.
"Why the hell are you telling me that?" Malfoy questioned incredulously.
"Because Nott's a Hufflepuff, Blaise doesn't care about, well, anything. Daphne's my sister, Tracey is Tracey. I am Luna's friend and Rodrick is a nice person."
Malfoy stared at the girl, did she seriously think Rodrick Grindelwald was a nice person in the compartment? She was there the whole of last year!
Nott didn't even correct her, he just had an amused smile on his face.
Luna chuckled as she looped her hands through the girls. "I think my mom would've liked you."
"In all fairness, I only stopped caring, after I met him." He remarked, pointing to Rodrick.
"Same,"
"Me too!"
"I think we can all agree with that." Tracey chuckled.
"Definitely, 2 years ago I used to call people mudbloods."
"2 years ago I was a Slytherin..."
Rodrick turned to Daphne, "What, you too?" He questioned incredulously.
"I am dating you." The girl deadpanned. "I don't have a leg to stand on." She remarked shaking her head.
Rodrick twitched. "If Potter had a better choice in friends I'd sit with him."
"I thought you liked that... Muggleborn..."
"I wasn't talking about her."
"I wonder what would've happened if the Weasleys had found you before you started Hogwarts..." Nott contemplated the words.
Rodrick felt a shudder go down his spine. "I don't think I could live through that."
"You lived through a Basilisk."
"What's your point?"
...
Draco stared up at the sky with a reproachful look, the rain and thunder had come out of nowhere, looking at all the other students he grimaced at the drenched looks.
"Whats the hold-up?" He heard Rodrick question.
Malfoy simply pointed up.
Rodrick looked up before simply taking his wand out and waving it.
"Go," He practically ordered.
Sighing, Draco made his way out of the train and was rather surprised to find the water to, well, not drench him.
Blinking a few times, a small smirk etched itself on his face, he picked up his pace as he followed the older years. Amusement was shown on his face as he watched the rain completely drench everyone else. Thunder ravaged the sky around them. He honestly felt bad for those that had to go by boat.
"What spell is this?" Daphne questioned curiously as she watched the rain avoid her. She could idly hear the gamekeeper shouting off orders to the younger years.
"Another form of the Protego charm," Rodrick answered as he walked up towards the carriages, his eyes widening as he stared at the creatures carrying them, last time he felt like this he got a vision...
Luna eyed him curiously before she walked up next to him.
"They're called Thestrals," The blonde remarked, a hint of sadness in her eyes.
"Who did you see?" Nott questioned from behind them, his eyes locked onto the creatures.
"Mother," Luna answered, her faraway tone evident.
"You?" The blonde turned to Nott.
"Same," Theo sighed, a wistful smile on his face.
Malfoy was sorely tempted to make a joke at their similarities. He couldn't see the creatures themselves but he'd certainly heard of them.
Rodrick didn't answer, instead, he turned towards the lake, his eyes landed on Hagrid the gamekeeper, the man seemed to be rather busy trying to convince the students that it was in fact safe enough to travel by boat in this weather.
"Get your brooms out," He ordered.
"The fourth years are suppose-"
Rodrick turned to Blaise, a challenging look in his eye.
Blaise simply sighed before opening his trunk. The rest, minus Luna and Daphne, followed.
"Rodrick?" Daphne questioned besides him.
"I don't need another vision," He deadpanned.
Tracey walked back towards them, a curious look in her eyes. "Daphne's riding with me?" She questioned, earning a nod from the girl.
"Luna's with me," Astoria remarked from her side as she went through her own suitcase trying to find the flying stick.
"Rodricks with me?" Malfoy questioned bemused as he pulled out a Firebolt.
"Like hell am I riding that," Rodrick quickly spoke up.
"What happened to your Nimbus?" Tracey questioned curiously?
"It's in there somewhere," Malfoy answered passively. "One of you want it?" He turned to everyone else.
"I'll take it," Astoria gleefully spoke up.
"No, learn how to ride that broom first," Rodrick turned to Astoria, the girl pouted for a few moments before sighing. At least she had a Nimbus 2000. "You got Tracey one for her second year," She couldn't help herself.
"Tracey's a natural," Rodrick fired back, causing Tracey to beam.
"I'll take it," Nott shrugged, he actually didn't have a broom, never really bothered to ask for one if he remembered correctly.
Malfoy turned to the Hufflepuff before sighing as he handed over the rare broom. "Don't give it to any badgers,"
"Rodrick? Are you apparating?" Daphne questioned from his side.
Both Malfoy and Nott stiffened at the words.
"You can Apparate!?" Malfoy suddenly exclaimed.
Rodrick simply nodded, "No, I don't intend to, there are wards preventing me from that remember?" He questioned the girl, a twinkle in his eye.
'Does he want to keep it a secret?' Daphne thought to herself.
"How are you getting over the lake?" Blaise questioned, "Don't tell me you plan on walking on top of it?" He questioned with a snort.
"That would take far too much time," Rodrick shrugged, he quickly opened up his trunk, his wand already casting a summoning charm.
Malfoy frowned as he watched what looked like a set of Hogwarts robes, a normal pair of black boots and a black pair of trousers suddenly fly out, the only difference was the large green snake design on the back of each item.
"Robes? You planning to change in front of everyone?" Nott joked.
"You're already wearing a set," Daphne frowned.
Rodrick grinned, waving his wand in an arc over the robes, in the blink of an eye, he was wearing the summoned pair of clothing, his previous robes already back in the trunk.
"Ok! You are definitely teaching me that spell!" Tracey suddenly remarked, a gleam in her eyes. The possibilities...
Rodrick chuckled as he quickly shrunk his and everyone else's trunks, slowly walking towards the lake. Unbeknownst to them were the stares from several groups, ranging from second to the seventh year. Two of which were Harry Potter's and Warrington's.
Rodrick stood at the edge, his eyes glazing over all the first years that were about to get on the boats and those already on their way. With a grin, he traced his wand over the sleeves of his robes, watching as white runic scripture suddenly glowed on his robes, slowly going the length of his clothing until his boots.
"Ready?" He turned to his friends.
The group looked at each other before they started floating on their brooms. And then to their own shock as well as anyone else watching, Rodrick started floating.
"Then let's go." He exclaimed as he suddenly shot off over the lake, careful to keep himself close to the ground. The higher he flew, the more strain it put on his runes. It wasn't perfect yet, in fact, it was his first attempt to test them so he had to be careful. Sure he had no real issue with falling other than getting drenched, but the water might also have an unwanted effect on his runes. Or his runes might affect the water in a bad way.
...
Warrington twitched as he watched the infamous group of fourth years suddenly start flying over the Hogwarts lake. "I am honestly not even surprised," He lied shaking his head. His father had taken him on a crash course on duelling over the summer in order to prevent any further attempts to embarrass his family. He'd come back confident in his skills and ability to pay back that brat.
Of course, he just had to figure out HOW TO FREAKING FLY.
...
"What spell was that?" Hermione murmured from her side as she stared up at the sky. "How did he keep himself from getting drenched by the rain?" She questioned, her hands tightly holding her umbrella.
"You just saw him fly and that's your question?" Harry questioned incredulously.
"Oh, no he did that through runes, honestly if brooms hadn't been invented I would've been surprised but it's really nothing new. How he stopped himself getting wet though, I haven't read that anywhere."
"You don't think he's going to try to play Quidditch without a broom do you?" Ron questioned from the side, an irritated look on his face.
"He doesn't like Quidditch," Hermione corrected him.
"Right, not normal, forgot about that for a second,"
Hermione twitched.
"The things I put up with him for you," She remarked exasperatedly looking at Harry.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Ron questioned crossing his arm.
"Can we please get out of the rain?" Harry deadpanned.
"He's a lot more normal then you," Hermione answered, calmly. At least they started walking towards those strange horseless carriages.
"He's friends with Malfoy!"
"What's wrong with him?"
"He's a git!"
"So are you."
"Not like him, the guys from a family of Purebloods,"
"So are you!"
"Not that kind, besides he's friends with Rodrick."
"So am I! And your his cousin for god's sake."
Ron twitched his nose at the words, "Don't remind me. Why are you friends with him anyway? Is it because Harry's friends with him?"
"No that's why I am friends with you," Hermione remarked with a strained smile.
"Oh," Ron shrugged, "So why are you friends with Rodrick? Most of his groups hate Muggles."
"You don't know anything about them,"
"I do too, father never stops complaining about Malfoy! Says they got a secret stash of cursed items and muggle torturing devices in their basement!"
"Does he have proof? From what I've seen, Malfoy hasn't really been that bad of a person, least of all Rodrick,"
"Guys..." Harry complained.
"No Ron's been stupid again."
"Take that back!"
"Honestly I don't see how you could possibly be related to him at all."
"Thank you."
Hermione wanted to rip her hair out. Briefly wondering if it would've been such a bad idea to choose Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff or hell even Slytherin at this point.
"Come on I think this one's empty," She heard Harry call out.
...
Landing just outside the castle's entrance, Rodrick quickly switched robes again, he could've worn them but the other set had most of his things. Due to the majority of them been shrunk, the runes actually didn't react well with them. He was still trying to figure out how to get past said problem, he couldn't even shrink the flying pair of robes though apparently putting it inside his trunk and then shrinking said trunk worked without issue.
Sometimes Magic just didn't make any sense.
The group entered the castle and were met by their Transfiguration professor who seemed to be having a bit of a problem with Peeves. He nodded at the woman's surprised look at their quick arrival but quickly made his way into the castle. Neither he nor his friends wanted to stick around long enough for Peeves to change targets. At least the professor seemed to understand.
Entering the Great hall, Rodrick froze as his gaze swept across each of the professors. "What the hell is he doing here!?" He barely managed to whisper. For right next to Sirius Black stood Gilderoy Lockhart, grin and all.
Nott snorted.
"Maybe he wants to try his luck with the curse again, probably felt bad it didn't bother with him last time." Blaise joked.
Rodrick twitched before he felt someone push him further into the hall.
...
Dumbledore wasn't sure what to make of the student's reaction as they entered the hall, it seemed the majority of the students decided Rodrick was rather interesting to stare at. What did the boy do now? For that matter, the boy's small group had arrived a lot quicker than the rest. Did they Apparate? Or did they fly all the way here? He could barely hold back a chuckle at the thought. Mostly because he knew either and frankly anything was rather possible at this point.
Judging by the way even the first years seemed somewhat distracted during their own sorting made the ideas seem even mor-
"Did ya kno' he can fly? Flew righ' across the lake he did!" He heard Hagrid's attempt at a whisper as the large man took his seat.
Well, that certainly solved that.
...
With the feast on the way, Rodrick had finally decided to stop staring at Gilderoy Lockhart as he turned his attention towards his food, he could idly hear Malfoy whispering with Nott about the tournament. Before he could grab a morsel his attention was quickly taken elsewhere as he felt someone tap on his shoulder. Turning he raised an eyebrow at one of the new first years.
"How did you do that?" The new Slytherin first year demanded. there was the same air Malfoy had during his own first year, only this one seemed to lack any tact at all.
Rodrick blinked before turning back to his food ignoring the student and the sudden chuckles from the other years.
The boy seemed to redden at the action, "Do you know who I am!?"
"Avery, sit down. You're embarrassing the house."
"I wasn't talking to you Malfoy." The brat, Rodrick suddenly decided, replied. His hand grabbed his shoulder in an attempt to turn him around.
"I asked you a questi-" Before the boy froze as he felt the sudden magical pressure from Rodrick. Slowly he removed the hand and turned to face the first year.
"Do you have any idea who I am?" He questioned, a smile on his face.
The boy's eyes widened slightly, though to his credit he straightened his back.
"You don't look like anyone I should know," He sneered.
"Crabbe, Goyle." Malfoy started before quieting at Rodrick's raised hand.
The boy's eyes widened further as he looked between Rodrick and Malfoy. 'He listened...' That... That wasn't a good sign.
"Who are you?"
"It's impolite to ask for someone's name without introducing yourself," Rodrick remarked placidly.
"A-Arnos Avery,"
"Rodrick Grace," He offered patiently.
The boy's eyes narrowed, "What are you a mudblood?"
The table was silent, being the only one capable of hearing anything thanks to the silencing charm, it wasn't strange. The other tables merely thinking the boy wanted to talk.
Malfoy chuckled, Nott downright fell into laughter.
Rodrick's eyes showed no laughter as he stood up, towering over the first year.
"Apologise." He demanded.
The boy stiffened but held his ground. "What's a mud-" He was about to start before Malfoy couldn't help himself.
"Doesn't your father have the wit to read the daily prophet?"
"What?" Arnos turned towards Malfoy.
"That's the new Lord Lestrange."
The boy paled at the words as he turned to stare at Rodrick, slowly backing away.
Rodrick put his hand on his shoulder, "We're not done," He remarked, no smile in sight.
"Why did you say Grace?" Arnos turned to Malfoy, "Are you lying?"
"I am rather proud of my mother's name,"
"Why would you be proud of a mudblo-"
Rodrick glared, his hand tightening "I'd be careful if I were you, not many people get to insult my family and get away with it."
"Your family? I've never even heard of them!" The boy remarked defiance in his eyes.
"Haven't you? Odd," He stopped as he leaned in closer to the boy's ear, "I would've thought Purebloods like yourselves would've known about Gellert Grindelwald," Barely whispering his Grandfathers name.
The change was instant, the boy lowered his eyes, staring at the floor, visibly shaking. "G-Grind-"
"Now now, let's not get ahead of ourselves." Rodrick smiled. "You're still forgetting something..."
The boy raised his head slightly, "S-Sorry..."
Rodrick ruffled his hair and tension quickly disappeared, he could see the boy practically sag in relief.
"Well, I've got food to eat, off you go."
"Y-yes." The boy remarked about to turn before Rodrick spoke up.
"Oh, try to keep that to yourself... If it gets out... I'll know."
The boy simply nodded before practically running back to his seat, still shivering as he tried to take part in the feast, his eyes dancing between his plate and Rodrick.
"Was that really necessary? Daphne questioned.
Rodrick shrugged, "It doesn't really matter anymore," He remarked winking at the girl.
Malfoy's eyes lit up, "Are you planning-"
Rodrick shook his head, "Though I imagine people will know come next year..." If anything, he knew Voldemort would likely broadcast it to the world, considering both Nott and Malfoy knew at the very least, not to mention Bellatrix, hell he wouldn't be surprised if the man already knew as is.
"I meant torturing the kid like that," Daphne added on.
Rodrick turned to her, "He insulted my mother. He's lucky he's alive."
"Rodrick he's 11..."
"And I am unstable." He deadpanned. Chuckling at the look on her face.
...
"Back a day and he's already scaring off the first years," Sirius remarked, shaking his head. Honestly. Even he and James didn't provoke them that fast and they weren't even his house.
"Do you know who that boy's mother is?" He heard Gilderoy question. There was a bemused expression. Inside the man was, well, confused. He wasn't sure but it felt like he should know who the bo- Gilderoy's eyes widened as he stared at the necklace surrounding the boy's neck. W-What? What the hell? Why is he wearing Gellerts Necklace? Why is he wearing that Hollow!? For that matter who has him under that Transfiguration? It sure as hell wasn't Gellert!'
"Hmm, oh her, Lenora Grace, she's dead." Sirius shrugged, beside him he could practically feel Snape's disdain at his lack of tact.
Gilderoy turned to the man, "Is that really her name?" If the way Black stiffened then he'd got his answers. Gellert Grindelwald's blood lived! That... That changed things... Was it even possible to go through with their plans now? Oh god, Karkaroff has no idea...
They needed that necklace... But considering the boy wearing it wasn't dead... That didn't bode well. There was a reason they were supposed to regain their memories later. Gellert had wanted to cheat fate but he doubted this was what the man had in mind. If the necklace had changed its allegiance... What had changed his mentors mind? From what he'd been told, unless...
"Is the boy by any chance related to Leta Lestrange?" Lockhart asked Sirius Black.
Sirius spat his drink out.