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Chapter 16

Unknown location, 1991

So long, it had been so long since he felt this fire through his vein, his blood was burning, magic coursing everywhere. His muscles were aching, his face and body were sweating, his hair was wilder. He was running, the wind carrying him, his speed was his best asset, his power were strong too. His green eyes were sparkling with madness. He was free. Free. Free to fight, free to kill, finally, he was himself. No more pitiful boy, no more kind Harry, he was Evans. Evans.

Someone was laughing, laughing in this place. Who would dare laugh here ? Evans was supposed to be alone, he had to find the one who laughed, he had to destroy him. Who had dared to laugh in the massacre he made ?

This village was one hour ago full of muggles, no magical being had lived here. Evans was supposed to eliminate each of them, each of those muggles. He didn't do that. He had tortured them, killed them all, children in front of parents, parents in front of children, he hadn't cared, they weren't the first ones he had killed. He had stopped compting since the tenth death. He had done so much, seen so much, felt so much.

He knew their groups weren't good, nor evil, truthfully they could be considered evil. At first he regretted killing every muggle. Lots of solutions existed, maybe they could have moved every magical beings in the moon, maybe they could have choose to go into politics, and vote to separated muggles and magicals. But those weren't reachable. Who could teleport every magicals being on the moon ? Who would care and be responsable for every orphaned muggleborn ?

No one.

It was the answer that came in his mind. Some wizards had never managed apparition. What about Hogwarts, schools, dragons, elves, vampires ? What about their traditions ? Stonehenge ? Who would adopt muggleborns and creatures ? The moon wasn't big enough for all of them. What would they eat ? There always will be people opposed to them, who would want blood purity or muggle connections.

Thomas' solution wasn't the best. He was still realistic. Killing muggles only helped dealing with his mother's death. A revenge, that was it.

Their little growing group will still kill muggles. There was no other reason that pushed them. They all were in a way brainwashed, but for little orphans only purposes could encourage them to live. Thomas Abraxas Malfoy had only used humans's mind to do his job. His revenge. He didn't care about muggles, their technologies. He wanted war against them. And he'll have it.

Evans knew he was only a chesspiece, useful only in his prince's hands. He didn't care about Light or Dark, his parents, Voldyshort. Their group was the only thing who tied him in this world, they were his purposes, they are his everything, friends and family. He lived for their cause, he didn't care about good or evil. The poor little friendless freak could have been Harry James Potter, however what he was now was better, he was Evans Black, strong, tied with friends and goals.

Suddenly he realised something. In this village, which was ashes, burned, where corpse painted in red where laying on the brown burnt ground, in this place, which was tainted in every shade of red contrasting with the darkness of the sky. In this thick air, where fumes were the only smell accompanying the smell of copper blood and rotten corpse. The sound, the loud laugh, which got louder, belonged to him.

Mad green eyes glinted with insanity, Evans was laughing.


"- I can't believe it !" Exclaimed the genius young Lestrange heiress.

Trixy was only eleven but healing was her thing. She wasn't caring, hit Lucian, sprouted pureblood nonsense (nowdays she was bashing more muggles), but if there was one thing she had studied the more about, and excelled at, it was healing. Of course, as she was only eleven, she was only an apprentice. Okay maybe not a legal apprentice, she only started Durmstrang (they started at ten).

"- Hn. No, I don't think there is anything else wrong." Drawled Vladimir Dolohov, her mentor. "Take care of Black."

Dolohov got up and slowly walked out of the room. This was now Trixy's job, take care of the patient. She didn't ask where he was going, he will certainly go drink his coffee, she was used to this. Trixy looked at her 'patient' and chewed her bottom lips.

"- Don't do that." Scolded Evans while sitting on the bed.

"- Shut up." She was now chewing her nail.

"- Ew. That's full of bacteria or chemical products."

"- I still can't believe it." she ignored him and continued. "Who would have thought you woud have our family's for lack of better word disease ?"

Evans groaned.

"- I feel fine Trixy, I'm not sick."

"- Do you know what's this 'sickness' Evans ?"

"- Well, no I don't." He was exasperated, why couldn't people stop speaking in riddles ?

Thomas entered the white room. His breathing looked more quick and one of his lock was ruffled. Trixy raised an eyebrow. Did he rush in ?

"- Are you okay ?" His hand were already on Evans cheeks, puffing the boy's cheeks in a ridiculous way. "Is he okay ?" Thomas eyes met Trixy's.

"- Yes, yes he is." She rolled her eyes.

"- Thanks goodness." He pinched Evans cheek, there still was some babyfat here.

"- Ouch."

"- Trixy I think he's hurt."

She really wanted to ask if he was daft.

"- You pinched him."

He released poor Evans.

Harry couldn't believe his Prince was this worried about him, it was weird. Then he thought back that they still were friends. Another part of his mind thought about the kiss, he shook quickly his head, no need to think about this.

"- What happened to Evans ?"

"- Black Madness." she said.

Silence.

"- What ?" Harry had never heard of this sickness.

"- I didn't think it would affect him." Said Thomas, his eyes fuul of seriousness.

"- Neither did I." Nodded the mature girl.

"- Excuse me but what is Black Madness ?" Asked Evans.

"- It is something that runs in the Black family." Started Thomas. " I need to go in the Library, don't worry Evans, Trixy will explain everything to you."

Thomas hugged the bemused Evans and went out. Trixysighed, took a chair and sat down. It was going to be long. In some aspect, she was happy, she wouldn't be alone.

"- Trixy ?" He looked at her with those green eyes, worried. Worried that he was different. That he was a freak.

Trixy resolved herself to kill the more muggles she could. If it wasn't for them, there would have been no Dursley, Evans would have been stronger.

"- Don't worry Evans. Now, don't interrupt me, it'll be easier that way." She gave him a little smile.

He nodded.

"- Okay, all the families, Houses and such, have a hereditary gene or something like that. For example the Potter hair, which you have, all the Potters have it. Now that I think about it, Potters were also knew for wearing glasses, not all of them, but the majority was. Yes. Maybe your strange eye problem come from your daddy."

"- Trixy, we were speaking about Black insanity."

"- It's Black Madness, not insanity."

"- Whatever, what caused this ?"

"- Stop interrupting. As I was explaining, the Black were known for their Black hairs, yours certainly have nearly the same shade, and their eyes. Narcissa Malfoy née Black was actually born blond, must have came from her mother... The Blacks were infamous, they were know to be calm, collected, some known for their madness, they linged toward Dark Magic, etc." she paused. The truth was that she didn't know how to explain this calmly.

"- Trixy." Harry's worried green eyes met her blue purpled eyes.

"- You have Black Madness, it's a madness which runs in the Black's family. The Black were one of the most powerful family in offensive magic, they were born to fight, born be the best. My mother, she was one of those touched by it."

Trixy didn't speak a lot about her mother, Harry only knew she was a Black, follower of Voldemort, and Trixy's mum. Trixy loved to speak about her father, the Lestranges, but she bosted more about the family names than her parents.

"- I read her journals. She was born to fight, she was a powerful witch and was quite the genius, she also loved to joke. She loved the dark arts. When she was thirteen, she was diagnosied with the Black Madness. That's why when she fought at a certain point, her clear mind was full of bloodlust, she became a killing machine, raving in madness."

Okay. Thought Evans. First he discovered he was a wizard, the in he discovered that he could see colors of souls or emotion thanks to his eyes, weirdly enough plastic glasses protected him. Now he learned he had some weird disease called Black Madness. Trixy continued to explain. This Madness wasn't dangerous for his life, as long as he didn't go to fight in war. If he used too much dark magic he'll feel high, as if he was on drugs, feels euphoric and will go on a rampage.

Sometimes Evans wondered if life was that shitty for everyone, or if someone behind a screen or something was writing this to mess with him ? Strangely enough, he linged for the mad writer, it could explain so much.

"- Dorea Black." said Thomas.

Wah ? When did he enter the room ?

"- Of course ! She married Charlus Potter, he must be James's father."

"- I think I'm going to sleep, explain this to me later."

Sleep was good. Now, if only he could get up from this weird story and return to reality.


Unplottable location (Riddle's manor, Little Hangleton), 1996

Thomas walked calmly in his father's studyroom. Looking at the room, Thomas could see the ressemblance between his father and himself, both of them were too much alike.

"- Did you wish to see me son ?"

"- Yes father."

"- Speak son."

Voldemort was as always tall, pale, snake faced, red eyed, dressed in his typical black robes. His long thin white fingers were holding a beautiful quill and he was writing. Ah, paperworks...

"- I was curious about something and wanted to ask you about it."

"- What is it?"

"- How did you survived ?"

The quill paused. Voldemort looked up at his son.

Thomas blamed Harry for his bluntness, his lover was rubbing on him.

Voldemort hesitated, if it wasn't his son, he would have crucioed the boy, but it was his son, his blood.

"- I have found a way to immortality. After the incident with the Potter's, my body was destroyed but my spirit still resided in the mortal realm."

Thomas was surprised that his father answered him.

"- So you did dabble with Horcruxes."

Voldemort froze. How by Morgana did his son know about Horcruxes ?


Malfoy Manor, Wiltshire, 1996

A tall woman, was nearly bouncing instead of walking. She was dressed in a gothic styled dress, her long black and curly tangled hair were freely flying with each of her steps. She was happy, so happy. She cackled before entering one of the living room. Her light grey eyes looked into her daughter who was speaking to Cissy. Her little baby had grown up so much. Bellatrix remembered the tiny ickle baby crying in her arms, it had small blond thuft and big innocent eyes, ah no wait that was the Longbottm heir. No her baby had light silver blonde, wait, no, that was her nephew.

"- Mother."

Bellatrix looked up, her daughter's purple or blue eyes looking at her. She remembered. Her baby was tiny, small black curls on the head, curiousity in her blue eyes with some touch of dark purple. Bellatrix wasn't able to spend lots of time with her baby. It was her own fault, she should have thought about her family, said a small part of her, another part thought that maybe it had to happen this way.

"- Bella are you okay ?" asked Narcissa.

"- Yes Cissy." she said in a clear voice void of insanity.

The tone surprised both the daughter and the sister. Suddenly Bellatrix started to cackle and jumped to sit near her daughter pinching her cheeks. Azkaban had successfully broken Bellatrix. It was a sad sight for Narcissa, Dolphinia would never know her mother's intelligence and cunning. The door of the living room opened.

"- Mother did you see-" Draco stopped.

He should have knocked, but really why did all the guest had to come here ? The death eaters always came in whenever they want, of course he tried to avoid them, but he wasn'tt always successful, also now the Dark Lord's sons guest decided to stay here. Here ! His father also said that the dark lord will be coming in the futur. Arg ! And his friends, who didn't understand his situation, wanted to come here. Maybe he should go somewhere else ? But why woud he move ? It was his home after all !

"- Dragon, you should have knocked." scolded his mother.

"- Yes, I apologize mother."

"- Hello Draconis." said his cousin from his mother's side of the family.

Draconis ? Draconis ? His name was Draco, D-R-A-C-O. He nodded and greeted the girl, not that he remembered her name. What ? He only saw her three times before, if he counted the time when he was one.

"- Come sit Dragon, you should meet your cousin Dolphinia. She's a real sweetheart." said his mother. He really wanted to protest but he had to be polite. They were his guests. And he was also, maybe, a really tiny bit, afraid of his aunt Bellatrix. He nodded and sat near his beautiful mother, in front of him was his cousin and near her, his aunt.

"- Call me Trixy aunty, cousin." She smiled with more sweetness than sugar. Disgusting. What was she Umbridge ? Thanfully, her voice wasn't that irriting.

"- What was my ickle daughter saying to her aunt Cissy ?" asked his aunt Bellatrix, or aunt Bella as he was asked to call.

"- She was speaking about her healer training and potion." said Narcissa, she took a cup of tea and drinked it.

"- Healer training ? Aren't you thirthteen or something ?" she wasn't that developped as a girl, and even if she wore make up and dressed like a grown up, he would never believe she was a mature woman.

"- Dragon." warned his mother.

He felt the temperature drop, at first he thought it was the girl, but then he saw the face of his aunt. If looks could kill...

"- Calm down mother. It isn't Draconis's fault. We never spoke before." said the soft girl, her worried face pleading her mother.

Bellatrix snarled at Draco and decided to listen to her daughter.

Draco had never seen a girl so mary-sue. What was she ? A mudblood ? The amount of fluff in her tone could have poinsoned him.

"- I apologize my dear." said Narcissa. "Dragon." she looked at her son.

"- Sorry cousin." Draco wanted to roll his eyes. She smiled at him and nodded.

"- Aunty, mother, cousin, I think that I should go now. I was searching for Lucian."

"- I was too !" realised Draco. He looked at his mother. "Did you see him ?"

"- No sorry my Dragon, Trixy already asked, I told her the same things." she paused. "You should escort Trixy, the manor is really huge, she could get lost. Isn't that a good idea Bella ?"

He wanted to protest, but it was his mother, so no. No protest.

Bellatrix's cackling was the last sound he heard before he was out of the room. Sadly, the girl, Trixy, was with him. He closed the door.

"- Come." He said in a cold voice. His mother wasn't here, he wasn't going to speak with sweet words for a bimbo.

They walked silently for two minutes. His plan was to ask his father, he was the Malfoy Lord he would know where was Lucian. They were near his father's study when she spoke.

"- The manor is really beautiful." said the girl. Was she trying to do small talks with him ? Who did she think she was ?

He stopped, turned toward her. He knew all about her plans.

"- Listen girl. I don't care if your my cousin. I know how they married in the Black family. No need to seduce me. I will never be interested in a false girl like you. I know you're trying to be the perfect daughter-in-law toward my mother and my father, but it won't work okay. And really ? Bright red lipstick ? " he sneered.

The girl's face changed. She was suddenly emotionless. No. She only stopped smiling, her eyes, they were angry, blazing with anger.

"- Listen boy. I tried to behave before, after all you are family." she sneered." But now, I won't care anymore." she slammed him against the wall. He saw his father opening his study's door. " Did you think you were important in my eyes ? I have killed. I have tortured. I have poisoned. One drop of one of my potion, and you would be dead boy." she pulled her locket from under her dress. It was a dark purple with silver lining, a big L was on it. " I don't care bout you. I am the Lestrange family Heiress. I am the Lestrange princess. You are nothing compared to me. I am Delphinia Bellatrix Lestrange, heiress to the Noble and Most Ancient House of Lestrange one of the Sacred Twenty-Eight. You ought to remember it Malfoy." she glared at him." The next time you cross me again, I will have you on your knees begging for me to spare you." She let him go and pushed him. Sneering on last time, she said said " I don't need you ferret." and she walked away.

Holy shit.


Severus had come to talk to Lucius who was with both of the Lestrange brothers. They were having a nice conversation, and spoke about how Lucius didn't have to stay in Azkaban when he heard his godson. There was a sound of something bumping against a wall, Lucius got up and opened the door. They all heard the Malfoy heir getting scolded by the angry Lestrange heiress. They hadn't dared interrupting the girl, they weren't foolish gryffindor after all.

The Lestranges brothers were smirking, or in Rabastan's case, grinning. This was how they were supposed to live, if there was never going to be a war.


Bellatrix stopped cackling, she took a cup of tea to sooth her dry throat.

"- Bella !" said Cissy.

"- What is it Cissy ?" asked the older sister.

"- What if both of our children married each other ? Wouldn't that be great ?" asked Narcissa.

Strangely enough, the sane part of Bellatrix had the feeling that this marriage would destroy the world.


Malfoy manor was known for its beauty and for its hugeness.

"- Is anybody here ?!" screamed Lucian.

He was lost. Damn.