This fanfiction takes place in 2010.

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Mordred Silas's Appearance:

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Friends

Eleven-year-old Mordred Merlin Silas had Apparated with his mother, Ariana, to Knockturn Alley to get his stuff for school. He wasn't sure how he felt about starting Hogwarts this year. He already knew plenty of magic as his mother had taught him everything he'd need to know to become a Dark Wizard since he was four-years-old. He wasn't used to socializing with people either, and he didn't like being around others. The only times he'd been around other people was when his mother had taken him on trips constantly, or was training him. He hated the training as well. His mother usually forced him to hurt, torture or kill someone during training. He had never liked hurting people and had only done so when she'd forced him to, because everything was worse on both him and the victim when he refused. He didn't even like hurting animals. He really needed to think about something else.

Maybe he should think about navigation. He looked around Knockturn Alley. His mother had left him alone here as soon as they'd arrived. She usually left him alone in dangerous situations to "prepare him", as she called it. She'd ordered him to get everything he'd need for school himself. There were two problems with that, though he had his list on him, and had it memorized already in case she did this, which she had. The first problem was that he had never been to Knockturn Alley and had no idea where to go. The first problem was made worse by the second problem – this place was full of at the least unsavory people, and at the worst, dark wizards and witches.

He wasn't so much scared as annoyed. He'd been in enough dangerous situations alone way too often, and he could fight off people if there was trouble, and his mother had not just taught him magic. He could also do wandless and nonverbal magic too, but it wouldn't do much against wizards and witches with wands. He looked around again before walking off. Better to act as if he belonged and not show fear. The second part of that was easy, but he doubted that he appeared to belong here as he was only eleven.

After having to get away from numerous people who attempted to mess with him, he seemed to emerge in a completely different place. It was a lot brighter than Knockturn Alley, and the people here appeared nicer. He took the time to sit on a bench nearby and examine the wounds he'd gotten in Knockturn Alley. He would mostly just be bruised, it seemed. He was bleeding from a cut on his forehead too. He couldn't use magic in front of all these people, as his mother had taught him all about the Ministry, so he'd have to wait till he got home.

"Are you alright?" He turned quickly to see a group of six people. He took note of all of them – three adults, three kids. Only one of the adults was a man. One of the kids was probably his age, while one of the others was older than him, and the last younger. The one who had spoken to him was one of the adult women. She pointed to her forehead. "You're hurt."

Mordred was pretty sure that was obvious as he could feel the blood from his cut seeping through his fingers. He only then realized he had a hand over the cut and removed it quickly, not wanting to show weakness. His mother had warned him that people would attempt to take advantage of any—His thought was cut off when the other woman suddenly came toward him, causing him to stand and move immediately.

The woman held her hands up in surrender. "I won't hurt you," she told him softly. "I'm a nurse, okay? I just want to help."

The kid that was older than him, a girl, stepped forward slightly. "Yeah. She's my mother and the best healer I know." Mordred still stood warily and the girl said, "My name is Eileen Snape." She pointed at the woman who had said she was a nurse. "This is my mother, Serana." She pointed at the other adults. "These are my cousins, Octavius and Samira Brighton." She pointed at the other kids last. "And these are their children, Katherina and Adrian Brighton." The small boy waved at him.

Mordred was looking at the other girl Eileen had pointed out – Katherina. She was really pretty. The word came out of nowhere in his thoughts. He had never thought that about anyone before. He watched her closely as she took Serana's purse and came over to him. She took out what appeared to be a cloth and pressed it to his cut gently. Despite her being gentle he tensed at the contact.

"We should stop the bleeding," Katherina explained to him. "Do you have a name? My father's side is all purebloods, so I do know some etiquette, and apparently it is bad manners if you do not give your own name when someone gives theirs." She spoke with amusement.

The teachings of his mother caused him to step away from her at her words. "Mordred," he finally spoke. She frowned. "That's my name. Mordred Silas. Mother says all purebloods are evil and shouldn't be trusted. That they—"

"Do you not have your own opinion?" Katherina asked him. Her words floored him. "Well? You must. Tell me your opinion on purebloods."

Mordred looked at her as he hid his shock. His own opinion…. For eleven years, his mother had taught him what to believe and what not to. But this girl made him think and change his perspectives. "I think Mother is wrong about a lot of things. It isn't about blood purity nonsense, or about power, but about how the wizard or witch uses their magic and knowledge."

Katherina smiled. "I think I like your opinion better than your mother's, no offense to your mother, of course." She handed him the cloth and some ointment from Serana's bag. "You should take care of your cut." She went back to her family and waved to him as she walked off with them.

Mordred stood still before following them secretly, staying to the shadows, unnoticed. He became worried about that girl, Katherina, when her family seemed to get into a near fight. He wasn't sure if it was one though, as he wasn't close enough to hear them. Katherina eventually left with her parents, brother, and Serana, leaving Eileen behind. He started to return to his shopping when he noticed a boy suddenly watching him and narrowed his eyes suspiciously.

Mordred gave a short gasp, more in shock and pain than fear, when he was suddenly yanked back into the shadows and thrown to the ground. He fell on the side where the cut was and winced before sitting up. He paused when he saw an obviously homeless kitten next to him. It was all white with green jewel-like eyes, and looked scrawny and hungry.

"Look at me," he heard someone say to him furiously. The woman's voice made his blood run cold. He turned to her slowly. It was his mother. "I told you to get your stuff in Knockturn Alley, did I not?" Mordred didn't answer and she just went on. "Instead, you come into Diagon Alley, and spend all your time following an Auror's little wench of a daughter?"

Mordred realized she was speaking of Katherina and glared up at her. "Do not call her that," he snapped at his mother, shocking her. He had never spoken back to her before, but he was tired of being who she wanted him to be, and he felt oddly protective of Katherina. "She is better than you are."

Mordred still flinched though when his mother took out her wand. She pointed it at him. She never held back her spells for him, and no one would see what she did in these shadows. He picked up the kitten though, to make sure it wasn't caught in the crossfire.

"I would worry about yourself if I were you, you foolish child," she hissed at him. When he didn't respond to her, she merely said, "Cru-!"

"Stop!" someone suddenly yelled out. Mordred looked quickly to see it was the boy that had been watching him. "Leave him alone. And I'm pretty sure the curse you were about to use is illegal." His mother had frozen in rage. "Shall I call someone? My father is head of the Aurors. Perhaps you've heard of him. Harry Potter?"

Mordred gasped at the name, knowing it. Who didn't? He looked at the boy, who seemed his own age now that he focused on him. "Don't," he said to him. "She's my mother. She's all I have." His father had died before his birth, killed by a leftover Death Eater while on duty as an Auror, and the rest of his family had died in the war from what his mother had told him.

The boy paused at his words before sighing. "Then she should leave. And now." Mordred was surprised when his mother actually Apparated away. The boy went over and helped him up. "Are you alright? I'm James. James Potter."

Mordred actually accepted his help, trusting him, but only because he had risked getting hit by an Unforgivable for him. "That was very stupid," he said to him.

"Strange name you have there," James said back to him.

Mordred paused at his words in confusion, remembering what Katherina had said and rolling his eyes, though he obviously wasn't annoyed or angry, for some odd reason. "My name is Mordred Silas. And that was still stupid."

James shrugged and smirked. "Oh, yes," he surprisingly agreed. "I do expect to end up a Gryffindor." He struck a dramatic pose that made Mordred give him an odd but amused look. "Brave of heart and fearless." He paused and whispered to Mordred, "I prefer 'fearless' to 'reckless'."

Mordred chuckled. "How about I label you as both?"

James struck another dramatic pose. "And what shall we label, Sir Mordred?" Mordred raised an eyebrow at the title. "We shall have to wait to know his House. He is as brave as a Gryffindor, as calculating as a Slytherin, as wise as a Ravenclaw, and as caring as a Hufflepuff."

Mordred seemed shocked at the last label. "Caring?" He had never seen himself as such. The things his mother made him do—

"Oh yes," James interrupted his thought. He motioned to the kitten he still held as explanation. "And what shall you name your fair familiar?" Mordred paused. He hadn't thought about keeping the kitten, but…. He looked at it. "What about Amity? It means 'friendship and harmony'. In honor of our new friendship."

Mordred paused and looked at James. "We're friends?" He honestly didn't mind the idea. He actually liked James. James nodded as if it was obvious. "Amity it is then."

James smirked. "Perfect." He noticed he didn't have any stuff. "I will buy you a carrier for Lady Amity as a friendship gift and show you where to buy your things for school." He shrugged. "My parents will kill me when I eventually get back. But reckless is one of my labels, is it not?"

Mordred laughed. "Maybe I should gain that label for being friends with you."

"No doubt," James responded as they headed off.

Mordred looked at his new kitten as they walked. Friends. Hogwarts was definitely going to be interesting.