Keiran Black was a mystery for everyone. He was a silent Slytherin who showed the signs of immense power but he insisted on poor spellwork. He harbored a strong grudge for the Girl-Who-Lived but he ended up as her closest friend. He was supposedly Draco's lost cousin. Keiran thought he had himself all figured out. But then he is more of a mystery than he himself knows. Dark! Harry.
Disclaimer-NOOOOO!!!! It's mine I tell you! MINE! (huffs) fine it isn't (begins to cry softly)
A/N: I am so sorry for the late update! My little sister has been hogging the laptop, watching anime on it and playing restaurant city on facebook, so I never get time to write anymore, waaaa.
This is unbetaed, as I do not have a beta at all. Gwah, sory for any mistakes I might have made!
Living A Lie
"KEIRAN EREBUS BLACK!"
Keiran barely managed to stifle a wince at the enraged shout from the potions master who was descending upon them in a fit of fury. Keiran quickly released Violet's pale hand and turned to smile sheepishly at the paler than usual Severus Snape.
"Do you have any sense left in that miniscule brain of yours or has it been blown out of your ear because of your reckless flying?!" Snape roared, causing most of the surrounding students to stare at the pair in disbelief. It was practically unheard of for the Slytherin head of house to unleash his fury on anyone of his precious snakes.
"Now, Severus, that is uncalled for…" Madam Hooch began to protest but Keiran cut her off quickly.
"There's no need to fret, Uncle Sev." He said to the gasps and major disbelief of everybody present with the exception of three amused looking Slytherins who stood by the sidelines. "As you can see," Keiran said, lifting his arms slightly from his sides, "I'm in one piece and perfectly safe. No harm done."
"Never do that again." Severus warned, and then he turned to the flushing Weasley, to Keiran's extreme satisfaction which he didn't understand at all, and began to speak with him with a simmering anger which in Keiran's opinion, was far worse than Snape's shouting. "What have you got to say for yourself Mr. Weasley?" Snape demanded.
"I-I didn't see her and…"The hapless boy began.
"Nonsense." It was Madam Hooch that interrupted this time, with a scary look in her hawk-life eyes. "Do you not think that the staff would have heard of all the bragging you've been subjecting your housemates too? You've been riding brooms since childhood and it would do more than a simple 'lapse of judgement' for you to hit another person head on without it being deliberate." Weasley grimaced but didn't make any move to disapprove her statement. "50 points from Gryffindor and fifty points to Slytherin, for Mr. Black's quick thinking and superb flying skills."
The resulting uproar was so loud and wild that it didn't take much effort from Snape to pull Keiran out of the crowd and into a deserted corridor.
"Your mother is going to kill me when she finds out about this." Snapegrowled.
Keiran only smiled cheekily about this, "She wouldn't. She's used to me sneaking out to fly around the Manor, she can't complain because I always bring Draco with me."
"Your father wouldn't be too pleased either."
It took a moment for Keiran to fully realize what Snape was talking about. To anyone outside the Black and Malfoy families, Voldemort wasn't his father, to the outside world it was…
"Rodolphus is in my office at the moment, he anticipates to see his eldest child." Snape said, pushing Keiran gently toward the dungeons.
"Tch, he can't comprehend the words 'stay away' now could he?" Keiran sneered, though he allowed Snape to lead the way, his hands tightened around the low-class broomstick he still held.
"You can't fault a man for wanting to see his son."
"And you can't fault a son for not wanting to see his adulterous father." Keiran snapped back.
"There still isn't proof enough of that." Severus said, though he immediately regretted it at Keiran's enraged look, so he quickly changed the subject, "You know he is saddened that you have stopped using his name."
"So?" Keiran asked, quickly growing weary of the conversation, "Lestrange isn't a very powerful or rich family, the Blacks on the other hand, are noble and pure."
Snape didn't say any more about the subject, for this Keiran was extremely thankful. It was a great thing that lying and manipulation was one of his forte's but at times like this, when he was forced to fabricate emotions and hold up make-believe stories, you just had to get sick of it. This probably was one of the reasons why his father ordered him to befriend Violet. He was probably the only one among the siblings who could keep up such a charade. Kiara was far too fiery, her emotions controlled her too much, just like her mother. Keelan, on the other hand, was the exact opposite, cold and stand-offish and terribly anti-social. Keiran sighed.
"Please just try to be civil to him. He still is your father after all." Snape's voice broke him out of his musings and he realized with a start that they were already outside Snape's office. Keiran scowled at him and then stopped and slowly shook his head, if only the man knew the truth.
Without any reply, Keiran pushed past Snape and wearily entered the man's office. He noted the dark-haired man silhouetted against the blazing hearth but ignored him. Rodolphus hadn't noticed him yet, so Keiran swiftly sat himself down on a plush armchair, leaned back and crossed his knees, the forefinger and middle finger of his right hand holding his head up, as he waited for Snape to make their presence known, as he wasn't in the mood for introductions or any conversation with his 'father'.
"We're here." Severus called, far too early for Keiran's liking. Rodolphus turned away from the hearth quickly and his face brightened at the sight of him. Keiran scowled inwardly at the man's bright grin, honestly, he was far too cheerful to be on the dark side, what a disgrace. Cheerfulness, Keiran had decided a long time ago, was only for the fools who believed that there was a meaning to life. Smiles were only for the deranged. Dumbledore, as anyone might have realized, was a solid proof of that.
"Keiran!" the man greeted and moved to envelop Keiran in a hug but Keiran in his irritability, countered it with the broomstick he held like a cane and used it to bash Rodolphus aside, causing the larger man to drop down to his knees with a sharp gasp of pain.
"Rodolphus!" Snape shouted from his spot by the door, he rushed over to his friend's side and helped him up. Rodolphus merely pushed away Snape's hands and looked up at Keiran with hurt eyes.
"You still believe those rumors then?" he asked with dread.
"No." Keiran sneered. He then continued to speak in a childish voice he'd no doubt inherited from his mother "Of course I don't. After all you just attempted to hug me and I slammed my wonderfully firm broomstick against your side. Of course I don't believe those rumors. That's a ridiculous thought, Father."
There was a mysterious twitching at the corner of Severus' mouth at his words but Keiran was too pissed off to comment on it. Instead, he, rather like an amateur too, changed the subject, "Rodolphus, you should have seen your son flying on that broom outside like he was born on it. I think he would make a tolerable seeker."
"Just like his mother, he is." Rodolphus said, beaming in pride at the Keiran who only gazed blearily up at him in boredom. "I never really learned how to fly. Put him on the Quidditch team Severus, and expect to be in my good graces."
Snape nodded with a small smile on his face but Keiran interrupted, "No." he said in a rather forceful voice.
"What do you mean my boy?" Rodolphus asked, Keiran decided then and there that genial definitely didn't fit his father's image.
"First of all, I do not want to be on the Quidditch team." Keiran only barely managed to keep himself from snarling, he ignored the incredulous looks he was getting and continued talking, "Second point is, I am not. Your. Boy." He ground out.
Rodolphus looked extremely put down, while Snape began to sputter indignantly at Keiran's rejection of the spot in the team. Keiran only sighed.
"It was a pleasure to see you again, Father. But you see, I still have classes to attend to." And with those parting words, Keiran left the room, lightly rubbing his forehead as the beginnings of what promised to be a major head ache began to emerge. He would love life when they wouldn't have to pretend anymore, less of a headache. Never mind, once his mission here was over, Father, the real one, would finally be able to reign the wizarding world. Keiran sighed, if only it could happen faster.
Living A Lie
Keiran absentmindedly ran his finger over the head of his black mamba, Sarah, as he stared unseeingly into the dancing flames in the fireplace. Rodolphus had thankfully left hours ago, he hadn't even asked to say goodbye, Keiran smirked, the man knew how to read the signs after all. Heaven knows he had spent years trying to get the message across.
"Is something bothering you, master?" Sarah hissed, as she continued to rub against his finger like a cat.
"No, Sarah. I'm fine." He hissed back quietly, conscious to the presence of the seventh years across the room.
"Keiran." Somebody called him from behind and Keiran just had to cringe, he knew she was going to thank him in a really awkward way, that's why he had avoided her the entire day, but then, he couldn't escape forever.
"Yes, Vi?" he asked as he plastered a smile on his face, and turned to see Violet standing there with her eyes locked on to her woebegone shoes. Her face reddened at the sound of his voice.
"I.." she mumbled, her hand fiddling with a charm bracelet on her wrist Keiran hadn't noticed before, but as it wasn't a matter of consequence, Keiran ignored it. "Thank you, Keiran."
"It was nothing." Keiran replied nonchalantly, "It is what friends do for other friends of course."
Violet flushed even deeper at Keiran's words, she opened her mouth to speak but then Flint approached her and said. "The headmaster wants to see you in his office."
Violet looked quite grateful for the excuse to leave and quickly shuffled off after a hasty wave in Keiran's direction. Keiran raised a questioning eyebrow at Flint, but the teen only shrugged and walked away from him. Keiran sighed and got up from his chair as Sarah slithered up to hide in his sleeve, since the light leader and the Girl-Who-lived were having a meeting, it would be nice for the leader of the dark and his heir to have one too, besides, they hadn't been able to bypass the wards defending the stone yet.
Keiran was making his way towards his fathers office when a cold transparent being blocked him, or rather passed by him, causing him to stiffen. The said being chuckled at the dumped in a bucket filled with ice he knew the boy was experiencing and moved into Keiran's line of sight. The specter was covered in silvery bloodstains and his hands were bound in chains. It was the bloody Baron.
"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" The ghost said in a voice that was both grating and as cold as his body was.
"I would appreciate it if you never do that again." Keiran snapped as he resisted the urge to wrap his arms around himself and instead settled on rubbing the trembling lump around his arm, which was Sarah who had probably suffered a lot through the coldness because of her being a cold-blooded reptile.
"Touchy aren't we Mr. Po-Black." The Baron teased, his mouth twisted into an amused smirk.
"What were you going to call me?" Keiran asked, his eyes narrowed in suspicion.
"Nothing that you need to know at the moment." The bloody baron replied, already floating away, "But I do bid you to be careful…Keiran" Keiran noticed that the baron looked very amused when he said his name. ", not everything is at it seems." And with that, he was gone.
A/N: Wah! What a short chappie! I'm so sorry guys! But at least I updated right? This seems like a really pointless filler, but don't worry, things will really start moving in the next chapter. Halloween anyone? *grins and whistles as she walks away*
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