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Revised 09/11/2019


Chapter 2 : Meet the friends

Lyra's orphanage, Surrey, 1996

Harry will always remember that weird meeting – who would have thought that it was going to be the start of a love story? Err, it was more accurate to call it 'Tom's first long term obsession with him.'

Harry didn't know anything about love at that time, he had only been a child and the Dursley didn't win an award as the kindest family in Surrey – not that Harry would ever reward them. No point in thinking about the Dursley, he didn't need his day to turn bad.

Someone knocked on the door, he answered with a positive noise to let him or her enter. It was his friend Trixy, dressed in a beautiful yet simple red dress, her lips painted in a dark crimson color and wearing black heels – she looked older than her real age.

That was Trixy for you, always trying to look mature – although she did have a mature personality. Her blue-purple eyes looked worried and the dark circles down them pointed out that she was stressed. She was also biting her lower lip – a bad habit that she took since she was little.

"Evans. Are you okay?"

"I look less stressed than you. And stop biting your lips, what would your brother say ? Besides, you're getting lipstick on your teeth, which is ridiculous by the way."

She glared at Harry before taking a kerchief from his room.

Thank you for asking before taking Trixy, honestly, thought the young Potter.

"- I was only worried about you. You're going to meet the inner circle, remember? And what will you do if you make a faux-pas? Do you remember the plan? You didn't forget, did you?"

The green-eyed boy sighed. How could he forget the plan that they rehearsed more than when they planned an attack? He already knows that the meeting with the inner circle will be difficult. Of course, Harry will try to behave but when Voldy and his 'friends' will see him, they'll be saying crucio before hello. Thankfully, he was born with good reflexes…

Voldemort doesn't know anything about the real Harry Potter or his second identity Evans Black. In another universe he could have been the golden boy from the light side, but the day Harry met Thomas the probability to be on the light side went down to zero percent. The man was manipulator, he'll do anything to obtain what he wants.

Harry sighed again.

"No Trixy, I'm okay, you guys really helped me with the rehearsal and all..."

"That's great... I... Well, I, No. I mean my... ah, yes, well, about my mother...?"

"- Ah..."

So that's why she was so ill-at-ease. How could he forget? Bellatrix is the one who killed the only person that he considered a father – his godfather, Sirius. May he rest in peace… Actually, may he cause havoc in the afterlife.

"I'll try not to glare at her, Thomas asked me – more like ordered me – to let her be today. He promised that I could do as I fit the next time. And I'm not angry with you, I already told you that it wasn't your fault but your mother's. Look, I'll try to be on my best behavior for you and Tom, okay?"

"- Thanks Evans! "

They smiled slightly at each other, when someone knocked and directly opened the door without waiting for an answer, only one idiot could do that...

"Hey guys! Sooo, what are you doing, a girl and a boy, in a room together, alone?" Suggested Lucian, wiggling his bleached blonde eyebrows.

"- Why are you here? Couldn't you go die or something?" asked Trixy in an annoyed voice.

Lucian Vega Bonnefoi, age 16, dressed in black robes, black boots, black gloves, black eyeliner – what was he doing dressed like that? The boy truly loved to dress himself in every type of clothing he could find, and loved wearing colors so, why didn't he put some colors on his outfit today? Harry felt silver blue eyes on him, looking at Lucian he raised an eyebrow.

"Evans, Evans, Evans think about it." Started the annoyance, circling around Trixy and Harry. "A group of six handsome persons – five teenagers and an adult – coming through the door. The group walking through the door were excited, why you ask, because it would be the first time, since, what, forever, that they would meet their family."

Trixy's face was turning a violent red as Lucian continued with his 'story'.

"And one of them was going to meet his future daddy in law – the sweet teen was stressed, hiding behind a man that could only be the leader of the group – both of them wearing green to represent the House of the leader."

Lucian turned toward Trixy, his hand pulling a loose curl in his hand, the girl pushed his hand away.

"The girl dressed in red looked at her parents, tears shining in her eyes. A tired man – clothed in a brown set of robes – smiled, he'll soon be free of babysitting duty, at that thought his shoulder relaxed a little. Trailing near the man, a slightly chubby teen dressed in a set of dark blue robes with turquoise lining, was as happy as the rest of the group."

Lucian turned fully toward Harry and Trixy, his long arms opened, the glinting sun catching his white blond hair in a halo.

"And finally, me, right beside you Evans in Black. Do you see a pattern?"

Trixy and Harry exchanged a desperate look – Lucian who wasn't looking at them any more, since he moved near the window and turned his back to them – Trixy pleaded Harry to give an answer, because she wouldn't be able to stop herself from hurting the idiot if he speaks to her again.

Harry answered the blond in a dead panned voice.

"-We're all wearing colors, except you."

The theatrical boy turned around, his expressive face looked scandalous.

"-What? No! "

Hary felt an eyebrow twitch – why did that weird blond guy always looked at them as if they dimmer than him? Lucian always came up with an argument to cover up his non-sense – at this point, it must be his talent.

"You all have dark hair, except for… drum rolls please"

No one followed, so he did his own version of drum rolls.

"Except for me! Me who has the most beautiful bleached blond hair ever! Go me! Come on, don't you both see how they are wavy enough to float with the wind, but they are still manageable."

At that he glanced at Harry's messy locks and Trixy's large messy curls, his blue eyes were full of judgement.

"They are not messy, not too flat, they are perfect! As the front is cut in a M shape, the tips of my hair touch my perfect eyebrows. And that's when they are all going to see the eyeliner, which is only a trap for them to do eye contact with me. They'll see smoking blue eyes with specks of silver in them. Now, you understand?"

And just like that he turned to the mirror that Harry was using before, admiring his perfect face, and smiling with his pearly white teeth. Harry had to restrain his female friend, who was going to give the narcissistic boy a black eye to match his outfit.

Suddenly the bleached haired boy looked at them with serious eyes – and wasn't that why he was someone to not be underestimated? Behind his mask of a joker, he was the coldest of them, if you didn't count their leader.

"I came across some news."

Way to rise the stress.

"Good or bad?" asked Harry.

"Neither, just plain old (well new) news."

Trixy and Harry stared at him.

"The children are also coming."

Trixy gasped.

"By that, you mean, the inner circle's children?"

"What is the point of their presence? They are useless for this meeting." Commented harshly Harry. "I thought we were going, because the dark lord wanted to see his son and what Thomas did during his absence. Tom was supposed to show me off and present how he managed to obtain the Boy-Who-Lived and how he made him – well me, his right-hand man, his spy from the light side, and his fiancé. Surely, the dark lord wouldn't take the risk of his son and son's followers' identities, by presenting him to children! They don't even have the mark; how will they be able to keep our identities a secret? They may be supporters and future death eaters, but without the mark they are a walking danger!"

"That's where you are wrong Evans." Commented Lucian through his gritted teeth.

"What do you mean?" asked sharply Trixy.

"They already took the mark."


Privet drive, Little Whinging, Surrey, 1985

He has finally finished cooking lunch which consisted of a good roasted chicken with potatoes. The little boy wiped some sweat of his face, glancing longingly at a chocolate cream cake posed on kitchen counter. Of course, he wasn't going to eat it – instead of the delicious food he had cooked, he would have water and an old piece of bread with some cheese. If he was lucky enough which did not often happen, his aunt would give him an apple – it won't be a fresh one, but food is still food.

After watching his 'family' eat the food and Dudley burping like a volcano, his uncle licked his big gross finger – disgusting – and his aunt cleaned her mouth with a kerchief as if she was a rich lady. Black – he wanted to smile brightly at his new name - was given a small portion of food consisting of bread, cheese and water, that did not surprise him. He finished eating in five minutes, savouring a green brown apple – only rotten on a small side which he didn't eat after some hesitation. He cleaned the plates and dared to ask a request to his aunt.

"- A-aunt Petunia, may I go to the park after wasshing the disshesss?"

His aunt glared at him, no surprise there, she disliked everything that was not normal. And his freaky accent was too weird for her, more than the strange things that appeared around him sometimes.

"- Go boy. Do not forget the rules, if a stranger gives you a sweet, you follow him."

Black knew to not listen to her. But it hurt to know that you weren't even wanted by your own family. Why did his parents had to drive in a car that day? Why was his father stupid enough to drink before driving? Even if they were poor, they would have at least kept him, right? His eyes started to blurry. He blinked the tear quickly away and finished cleaning the dishes. He went out of number four and started walking toward the park.

"I don't think you 're happy wherever you live."

...

"We'll call you Black."

...

"You'll be easily accepted..."

..."Accepted"…

Why is he thinking about that? And besides, even if they were in the park, they will leave him when they will hear about his freakiness – everyone always run away in the end. Without even noticing, his pace speeds up a bit – the sheer hope that someone, even if it was a strange boy with a cute sister, wanted to spend times with him, was still there.

Lost in his mind, he arrived at the same place as the last time. They weren't here. His heart hurt a little. Can you break something that's already broken? The answer was...

"Black!"

Huh? Had he heard a voice? Turning slowly, he was engulfed in two set of warm arms. Was this a hug? When the warm went away, he saw the two people he met yesterday, and with them were two other boys.

The boy from yesterday, Thomas, decided to introduce them, the girl who was smiling at her brother, giving him her attention still squeezed Black's hands.

This feeling was warm – his heart felt lighter, and his eyes wanted to cry in gratitude. Finally, things were going right.

"So, this is Lucian Vega Bonnefoi, we're second cousin from his father side and my mother side." Stated Thomas.

The boy had stunning blue eyes with some silver in them, and his hair was blond, but not Dudley's blond, it was whiter?

"... and this is Dmitri Garrick Rosier, we must be related in our family, but it's too complicated, he preferred being called by his family name Rosier." This boy had shoulder-length curly black hair attached with a ribbon – that was different – at the nape of his neck. He was on the chubbier side but wasn't as big as Dudley.

Black shyly waved at them.

After the introduction, they all decided to play some games that were different but did not bother Black - Hide and Seek was called Auror and Bad wizard, which was very creative. They also shared some mars bar with him. It was so good, so sweet – the rich taste was composed of a touch of bitterness from the chocolate, the caramel was burning his throat and the brown texture soothed it calmly.

Thomas's eyes found themselves locked on Black who was savouring the simple mars bar as if it was life itself – that boy was such a cutie, he was cuter than his sister, than a cat, he must be the most precious person in this world. Thomas who had been enchanted by the green-eyed boys – those eyes sparkled too much – gave his half-eaten bar to the messy haired boy. The way his green eyes twinkled happily, and his small voice thanked him cheerfully and that shy smile, which stayed on those chocolate stained lips, would be the death of him.

It was decided Black was his.


- To be continued