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'Thoughts'
Parseltongue
(With Marcus)
It was finally time for Marcus to get off the train. He really didn't want to. His parents were pissed at him for his low grades, for failing, and for not wanting to become a slave to Voldemort. It was ridiculous. His older brother was also an ass.
'Time to face those assholes.' He thought.
Marcus exited the train. He didn't see Harry but he did see his parents. They didn't look pleased at all. WIth a sigh he made his way over to them. Their scowls deepened when they saw their son.
"Marcus." His dad said.
"We can leave without speaking." He said.
"Good." He sneered.
The family soon left and went home. The second they were Marcus left and locked himself in his room. Once there he sent off a letter. It was to one of the only people Marcus would consider a friend. He then grabbed a runes book and began reading.
Hours later his owl returned. He put the book down and grabbed the letter. With magic there was a lot more in the envelope than met the eye. He found a letter and many newspaper articles. He read the letter first.
Dear Marcus,
At first I thought you had finally lost it when you asked me to look into Potter. You never seemed to care about him before nor did you seem to hate him. I did as asked and now I can see why. I hope we can find a way to help him.
Sincerely,
Anthony
'Good. I was hoping he would be on my side.' He thought as he looked through the articles.
All the articles talked about Harry but never showed a picture. They did talk about how Dumbledore visited Harry and how well taken care of he was. That didn't match with what he observed and what he overheard Harry say. It made him wonder why the lord of light was lying.
'I need a plan. Hopefully Anthony has some ideas.' He thought as he wrote another letter.
With that done he hid the articles and called a house elf. He ate dinner in his room before going to bed. He really hoped his grandfather returned soon. Then he wouldn't need to hide nor would he be forced to do anything.
(A Few Days Later)
"Master Marcus sir?" A house elf popped into his room.
"What?"
"Your presence is required in the living room." He said. "By your grandfather."
"He's back." He gasped.
"Yes sir and he isn't pleased." He grinned at that.
"I bet he isn't." He muttered.
"Shall I inform him you are on your way?" He asked.
"Please do."
"Yes master." He popped out.
'Show time.' He smirked and left his room.
Marcus made his way to the living room. He smirked at the sight before him. His grandfather stood tall glaring at his parents and brother. They were sitting on the couch trying to appear smaller. It was a sight to behold and he loved it.
"It's good to see you grandfather. I have missed you." He said.
"I've missed you as well." He said. "Would have been back for your sixth birthday but someone," He glared at his son. "Sent an assassin after me and kept it up for years. Finally managed to take them all out and get back here."
"I know. I overheard them." He said.
"Good. I didn't want you to think I abandoned you." He smiled.
"Never." He said.
"Good. Now there will be changes made around here." He warned the trio on the couch.
"It is about time." Marcus said.
"Yes it is. Starting with my son and his wife." He said. "You will stay here but the house elves will no longer answer to you. You must fend for yourself." He told them.
"What?!" They were shocked.
"You heard me." He glared. "Be glad I don't disown you and banish you."
"Yes sir." The two said.
"Now for you." He looked at his oldest grandson.
"I was just following them." He quickly said.
"Don't lie to me, Nicholas." He hissed.
"Yes sir." He suddenly found the floor interesting.
"You are grounded until further notice. You are also stripped of your heir status." He informed them.
"WHAT?!" The three yelled.
"You heard me. He is stripped of his heir status. After I die the title of Lord Flint goes to Marcus." He said.
"Are you kidding me?!" Nickolas raged. "That stupid fucker will ruin us!" He yelled.
"Sit down and shut up!" Marcus Sr glared.
"Nickolas isn't wrong." His mother said.
"Silence!" His grandfather finally yelled. "My word is final." His glare was deadly.
"Yes sir." The three on the couch gulped.
"Marcus will be made the heir and any harm comes to him and you will all be disowned and banished." He told them.
"Yes sir." They whispered.
"Good. Now you are all grounded to your rooms until further notice. Get out of my sight." He sneered.
"Yes sir." They quickly left.
Marcus clapped his hands. "Wonderful job grandfather."
"Why thank you." He bowed. "Now onto you." He said.
"Is this because of my grades and me failing?" He asked.
"It is." He confirmed.
"As long as I am in school they can't force me to join the dark lord. Father knows the spell for the dark mark and has already placed it on Nickolas's arm." He explained.
"I see." He scowled. "That won't be happening."
"I know. I promise that I will bring my grades up and graduate this year." He said.
"Good. Since you were failing for a reason you won't be punished. Do know that laziness won't be accepted." He warned.
"Yes sir. There is something else I would like to talk about." He said.
"Oh?"