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Chapter 4:

The Recruit

The days had gone by without much interruption for the two teens. Both Lucius and Marcus were off on business and Narcissa had been on a vacation with a few of the other wives for the past week, none of which would be home for at least another week or so.

The teens bided their time with games and books, sometimes taking the horses for rides around the country side but they soon became bored with the repetitiveness of their days. It was reaching the middle of summer when something interesting finally happened. There was a new recruit coming for dinner. The grand dining room had been set and they were all finishing their meal when Marcus smiled at the new recruit and asked him if he had any final questions before training began.

Now most witches and wizards had heard of the Malvagità line during their schooling. It was the oldest, strongest and most well known line of pureblood wizards the world had ever seen, and many still believed that they were the descendants of Merlin himself. However as of late the minister of magic had banned teaching the history of the Malvagitàs, as he believed they were a line of hate and tyranny and since they were all dead there was no need to teach anyone of their lives. Because of this many of the younger recruits had never heard of the powerful bloodline, but none had been naïve enough to ask Marcus himself about the line; none until that night.

The recruit slowly set down his fork, looked Marcus straight in the eye and asked the fateful question.

"Why is your family is hiding? Aren't you proud to be a Malvagità?"

With sudden rage in his voice Marcus grasped the now trembling recruit by his collar and pushed him up against the wall. "How DARE you ask me if I am ashamed of my family! Do you wish to die a painful death you measly little gnat! I should snap your neck for even mentioning my family's name!" he spat as he began to tighten his hold around the man's thin neck.

"Father put him down now!" Aurora screamed "He doesn't know our history, it's not his fault!"

Marcus threw the shaking man to the ground and thundered out of the room throwing curses at anything that stood in his way. Aurora winced as she heard a shatter from the third floor which she was sure was the Ming vase her grandmother had given her last Christmas.

Draco quickly helped the man to his feet and ushered him to the nearest chair before he collapsed from fear. Aurora handed him a glass of water as she sat down and began to tell the intricate tale of her family's past.

"The Malvagità line had begun long before there were "purebloods" and "muggleborn". No one bothered to ask who your father was, if you could do magic then you were gifted and allowed to practice whatever magic you wished. Nathaniel Malvagità was born to a single mother of seven children none of which were very gifted, let alone could do magic, all except for Nathaniel. From the time he was young Nathaniel would play tricks on his brothers and sisters, levitating their toys just out of reach or turning himself invisible to sneak up and scare them. No one ever told him how advanced his powers were for such a young boy.

Nathaniel grew up practicing his magic and fooling around with spells and potions, once nearly blowing up the house when he mixed up lace wing and firefly wing. His mother refused to give him dinner until he fixed the hole in the roof.

After many years of living with non magical people Nathaniel felt he had to find more like himself. He traveled all over the world searching for people that were like him, unfortunately at this time most witches and wizards were scared to show their powers, in fear of what the muggles might do to them. Three years passed before he finally found someone like him, his wife Annabelle. With her by his side they made a home in London where they soon discovered a thriving wizard population.

Their lives ran smoothly, as did the rest of their bloodline, that is, until Marcus' grandfather was born. Alexander Malvagità was cruel from the time he discovered his powers to the day he was killed. Much like many people see Voldemort today Alexander was considered a monster by muggles and wizards alike. He had a divine hatred towards anyone without wizarding powers and felt only we, as Malvagitàs should be allowed to live in such a powerful world.

His tyranny lasted for decades before it all came to a halt by his own son. Rupert, Marcus' father had never agreed with his father's view of the world. He felt everyone had a right to live where they chose, if they were not hurting anyone then let them live their lives in peace. Alexander went mad at his son's beliefs spouting how he never wanted him for a child and he should have killed his mother before he was born. He ranted on for days about his son's betrayal when finally it ended.

Rupert had taken his father's own sword against him. As he watched his father gasping for his last breath Rupert knew what he must do to protect his family.

When ministry officials arrived at the manor they were appalled at what they found. There in the middle of the grand entrance lay Alexander Malvagità a gruesome look of hate on his cold, dead face. Along side him laid the mangled bodies of his son and wife. Someone had clearly been out for revenge to do such a horrible deed by hand. There was no magic used in the murders, only a single weapon; Alexander's sword."

Aurora finished telling the age old tale and looked to the recruit to see his reaction, it was the same as everyone else after she told of their past. He sat in dead silence, staring at the beautiful girl, his mouth wide from shock.

"If you are wise you will return tomorrow. Bring a good sword and your wand, nothing else. If you are frightened by the story of the Malvagità line then you will be terrified of what Marcus does to people who abandon him and his family." Draco stated flatly as he ushered the wobbly man to the door. "Do not mention to him what you have just heard or what happened here tonight, listen to what he has to say and learn." With that Draco slammed the door in the recruits face and walked back to a now very tired Aurora.

"I hate telling that story Draco; it makes me miss grandfather so much." Aurora whispered as she leaned against Draco's chest.

"I know love, but he will be home soon. Remember he never misses your birthday." He said as he slowly picked her up and carried her to their room.

It is true her grandfather had never missed her birthday, but what Aurora did not know what that this would be a special day for other reasons. Reasons only her grandfather could know.