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The start of December, the Christmas month! And as people say, Christmas is a time of giving! So, I will be giving out chapters for my stories this month. As a gift and apology for all of you who have been waiting patiently for my V-E-R-Y slow updates.
Thank you all for waiting!
Merry Christmas everybody, and a Happy New Year to your family!
Warning for this chapter!
There will be some sexual content and a sex scene, dark themes and mentions in this chapter. You have been warned!
Enjoy!
Chapter 3 - Welcome, to Mors Sanctuárium
Preparations were being made in the Main Ballroom of Mors Sanctuárium, from the decorations, the setting and the dining tables complete with the finest of cutlery, plates and glasses. Everything was to be in the perfect order as commanded by the Master. All servants were working harder than ever for the big event their Master had planned. Perfection was expected and the servants were more than pleased to comply by putting everything they had into their duties.
"Sir Sonno, we have no more Red Lily flowers to place on the edge of the paths." Another elf servant informed his superior, bowing in respect to the Head Elf. Sonno nodded to the other elf and sent a group of supplier elves out to retrieve more flowers.
It was always this way while serving the Mortem House. All servants were given reasonable living areas in the lower halls of the castle, as well as the uniform of the House they served for. Standard living conditions, under the condition they serve oaths to the best of their abilities. And the elves were more than happy to please their Master.
'Sonno.' A commanding summon echoed inside of the Head Elf's mind and immediately the elf disappeared with a quiet pop and appeared kneeling before his Lord and Master.
"How may I serve you, Lord Master?" He spoke lowly, head bowed and right arm crossed over his chest.
"How go with the preparations for my event?" Lord Master Mortem asked coldly, demanding an answer and no delays.
"They are almost complete, Lord Master. The Dining Hall is ready, and the gardens are fully flourishing." Sonno replied, listing off the completed tasks and leaving out the unfinished preparations.
"And the centre piece?" Lord Mortem enquired.
"It continues to gather more each passing hour, my Lord."
"Good, be sure to continue monitoring its growth. I do not want all the power I have placed within to dissipate because of a servant's foolish error. That piece will be your responsibility, Sonno. Should you fail... well, I am sure I don't have to tell you what happens to those that fail me, do I Sonno?" A malicious smirk slowly appeared on the handsome face of Lord Mortem. Red and silver slitted eyes glowed intensely in the shadows. Darkness sneaked and slithered around the room, waiting for the perfect moment to strike and feast on the Elf if need be.
The dread and fear of failure filled inside of the Head Elf, growing by the second at the possible thought of failing his duties and the punishment to follow soon after should that happen. "No, my Lord. I will watch over it personally and make sure it is prepared on the day. I will not fail you, Lord Master."
"Be sure that you don't, Sonno. You've become a good asset to my cause and a tolerable servant to serve my house. It would be a shame to see such potential go to waste." Lord Mortem smirked, his words taking the affect he wanted as his eyes watched the elf pale immediately. His words sunk in like a heavy weight of lead inside of the servant.
"Should I fail you, my Lord then I will graciously accept any form of punishment you deliver." Sonno then heard the hissing. He flinched violently when he felt something slither against his leg, but didn't dare to look in fear of his Master's wrath.
"Yes," was the drawled reply, "Should you fail, I will be sure to find a suitable replacement and have you shoved to the lowest halls of the castle and have you bound, magical restrained, and will be forgotten about for the next century. You will have nothing to hold on to, nothing to prove and will be freed from your oath, should you prove disloyal." The words from his Master cut deep and felt so cold. A House Elf's worst nightmare and deepest fear was being free from their services, and having nothing left to live for and nobody to serve.
"I will perform my duties without fail, Master." He was determined to prove his worth, and if he had to kill off a few of his kin to prove that, then so be it.
"Dismissed." He heard his Master's bored drawl before he disappeared from the Lord's sight.
"Striking fear into the weak. Very good motivation, Master." Nottnaðr hissed pleasantly, gleeful at the display of power of Lord Mortem. The Lord himself merely smiled indulgently at the reptile, clearly amused at his familiar's attitude.
"Dear one, what better way to get what you want than by striking at the heart of the issue through fear and pain?" The snake hissed in agreement to the statement and slithered up his Master's leg to wrap around him and rest upon his shoulders.
A knock sounded from the door across from Lord Mortem, his eyes now focused on the matter at hand. He merely muttered a sharp "enter", before the door opened to reveal his much younger mortal double. This was Hadrian, the mortal form of Chaos and Darkness. He was the Boy-Who-Lived, Harry James Potter.
"Hadrian, what can I do you for?" Lord Arctus asked kindly at his smaller, younger clone. Glowing green met metallic silver, both narrowed at one another and challenging each other.
"I wish to switch." Demanded the younger clone.
"Excuse me?" He replied, tone low and calm but more dangerous and cold.
"I do not like being in this mortal form. It's confining and uncomfortable." Hadrian whined, silver eyes glaring and cheeks beginning to turn a shade of pink.
"If I were you, I would be extremely grateful that I have allowed you 'out' for this long." He stood up around glided around his desk, making the boy move back unconsciously to the middle of the room. "Just what makes you think you can come into my office and demand such a thing?" He enquired softly, having no need to raise his voice when he saw the spark of self-regret and dread in the mortal version's eyes.
"I..." He murmured.
"You what?" He challenged, his tone becoming darker.
"I - we, just want to be free, Master. All of us in the dark wish to be free."
Something broke in the darkness.
"What is it exactly do you think I am doing here?" Lord Mortem growled, his voice turning dark and demonic, his eyes changing from the killing green to bright crimson and silver as he towered over the small mortal form of Hadrian. Nottnaðr raise his head from his place around Arctus' shoulders and hissed threatening down at the boy who was now trembling in fear. "I am setting in place the ultimate plan so that I may rid myself of this pathetic mortal vessel and return to my rightful place in the Universe!" The room around them shook under the power of the Master, dark magic and chaotic energy rippled around the two people present. "It is thanks to my Brother that I am here today, and not rotting like a little insect in that treacherous and fearful dimension!" Both shuddered in unison at the onslaught of memories pertaining to that realm.
"I apologise, Master." Hadrian whispered, choosing to say his words with caution. "It is just that this mortal form is becoming more and more a part of us and is beginning to mend our essence with this vessel. Though the mortal soul of this boy is gone, it does not mean it has taken its feelings with it completely."
"Of course it would," He scoffed, a nasty sneered forming on his beautiful features. He thought about the times of how much his mind had wandered into memories and seemed to become lost as of late. He thought about things that he would never have bothered to think about when he was immortal. The vessel he inhabited was effecting his emotional and spiritual power, trying to form influence of doubt and uncertainty that were in humans.
The vessel was trying to make him feel human.
"It seems I will have to perform the ritual sooner than anticipated." He commented to himself. Possible outcomes began forming in his head, trying to organise and find something.
"Master?" The boy questioned. Having stopped trembling and now seemed to regain awareness, the mortal vessel now thought it would be best to let the Master do his own thing, while the minor dark beings followed without question and keep their opinions to themselves.
"Leave." He ordered the vessel, "If I hear even a small whisper of complaint from you, then I will gladly put you out of your misery and have you sealed within for the rest of eternity. That goes for the rest of you." He hissed threateningly, baring sharp white teeth. The boy scrambled for the door for fear of staying in the Lord's presence for another moment would result in a punishment.
"Master, why did you let it go?" Nottnaðr asked curiously, slithering in the shadows of the room while keeping his red eyes on Arctus.
"Because it is easier this way, for the time being. I will deal with that troublesome thing later. At this moment, I have more important matters that require my attention." He replied, already heading out of his office and making his way through the halls.
"What will you do now, Master?" Arctus merely at his familiar that slithered beside him, killing green eyes filled with glee and anticipation.
"It is time to send out the invitations, my friend. This world is about to be introduced to the coming of a new age." His hissings echoed down the halls and through the corridors of the castle.
Darkness had been waiting for this moment a very long time. The coming of a leader that had once been lost, has now returned to reclaim his world, his throne, and his home.
"M-Master... I-I... AH!" A breathless gasp was heard from inside the depths of a dark stone room, the door locked for privacy and added spells to keep unwanted intrusions.
"Hush," A deep sultry voice purred at the loud noise. Sensual hisses and short grunts could be heard from around the room, heavy panting and the smell of sweetness was thick in the air. "I will make you experience the most pleasurable sensation..." Strong arms wrapped around a slender naked waist, bringing two bodies closer together. A flash of pearl white fangs was seen before they plunged into a pale neck. Blood poured into the mouth that was latched onto the neck, causing a groan to come from both bodies. Soon after, the bodies rocked slowly together, sweat becoming more apparent the more the bodies moved together. It wasn't long after that the two bodies were meeting each thrust with their own and were on the verge of reaching their peak of ecstacy.
Suddenly, a loud knock at the door that echoed through the large room. Silence followed before the door opened, letting in dim light to reveal a tall man in a black suit. He strolled into the room, casually stepping over sweaty bodies that lay around him before stopping at the end of a large king sized bed, watching with cold black eyes as a man sucked the blood out of a naked blonde woman. It took a few moments for the man to release his hold on the woman, before he let the woman's weak body fall back onto the bed. She moaned and moved her hips weakly, wanting more.
"Lord Marcus, an invitation has arrived for you."
"This had better be important, Linston." His voice was deep and dark, sending a subtle shiver up the man's spine but showed no other signs of being effected by the man. "As I am sure you can see, I am a little... busy at the moment." He hissed sensually before turning his focus back to the woman. He moved his hips back slightly before jerking forward, earning a surprised cry in reply.
"My Lord, this invitation comes from the Mortem House."
As soon as those words were spoken, the man known as Lord Marcus Stavin, Lord of the Vampire Council paled more so than he already was. Anticipation, fear and terror filled him, thoughts of possibilities began to form inside his mind. Moving off of the woman and away from the bed, he held out his hand for the invitation and was handed an envelope. Opening it, he read through the detailed and delicate invite that was from the Mortem Household. His eyes skimmed through the invite, before turning it over. He read over the written scripture and knew that his worst fears and greatest dreams had come true.
Lord Marcus Stavin; Lord of the Vampire Council,
I do hope that this letter finds you in good health. As the Head of the Mortem House, it gives me great pleasure to invite you to my Welcoming Ball that will be held in two days. Your attendance would be much appreciated and most welcomed. You will find that the invite is the Portkey that will bring you to Mortem Household. Please be advise that the affair to strictly formal.
However, if it is of no trouble to you, I would like to enquire about a certain vampire tale that involves your ancestor, Lord Alexander Rimidalv. He was an admirable fighter, and the most dangerous, ruthless and blood thirsty vampire in history. My enquiry is that, though it was not recorded in any archives and tombs, it was rumoured that he had served under some greater power at the time when war was being waged with the Mundanes.
Lord Marcus froze, hands trembling in contained rage and shame at the mere mention of his ancestor. Though his family had viewed Lord Alexander as the most powerful vampire in their family history, Marcus himself thought that the vampire was a dangerous predator as a warrior and an even bigger monster as a commander. He knew that his ancestor served under a much greater force at the time, though it was never written as to who or what the force was. He had his suspicions as to what that might have been, but it was never confirmed and he had left the issue to rest before he could obsess on the matter any further.
I am aware that I may be callous and intruding upon evidence that has nothing to do with me, I am to tell you that it does. Because I know what... and more specifically who held that great power all those years ago. It is my understanding that you might know what it is that I speak of and I would like to confirm your thoughts on the matter with regards to a 'special' oath your ancestor had declared to Him.
"The Darkness that was once great
will come forth in times of demands state.
The oath will be called and sound
By the One who forever bound.
His power of Darkness will bring
and the bells of Chaos will ring."
I assume you know what this oath means for you, as well as your brethren. And believe my words when I say Lord Stavin that His reign has begun.
I do so look forward to meeting you in two days, Lord Marcus Stavin.
Sincerely,
Arctus Vis Mortem
Lord of the Ancient and Royal House of Mortem
'So it has begun...' Marcus thought dully, his face blank and pale. The Call has been made and with it, the time has come for a Council meeting. The mere thought of having to meet Him sent a shiver of dread and fear through him. 'His return has been marked as known, and the End now begins.' Marcus prayed to whatever deity that would listen that this darkness would not plagued the land like that of the Dark Lord Voldemort. But somehow, he knew that he was hoping for too much.
Wolves are said to be some of the most dangerous predators in the world, and for good reason. Hunting as a pack, creating the best strategy to lead their prey into a trap and therefore, their death. It was all about knowing your place and what your strengths were. How would you benefit the pack and what your place way. Alpha was the leader, the head of a pack.
In the forests of Europe, hidden from the world of Man was a large area that homed all werewolves from all over the country. This large area was home to three Alphas, three Betas and five Omegas with a lot of members for each pack. To them, it was home and a way of life. They considered it a tribe, considering they lived off the land and made do with what they had.
The strongest Alpha of the Packs was Leonard, son of the previous Alpha Johnson and his mate, Rehlia. His wolf was called the Blood Moon, his fur a crimson red that could be mistaken for blood. He was fierce and just like his father before him. All obeyed him, while others that challenged his rule had to no matter their choice. Though there were many other wolf packs in the word, Leonards was the largest and he was very proud about that fact.
A screech echoed through the forest and pack area, causing all movement to halt and turn to the sound. A large black raven flew fast through the air, circling around the Alpha. Leonard scented the air and soon raised his arm for the bird to and.
A scroll was handed to the werewolf, before the bird took off with a loud screech, disappearing from sight.
The scroll looked harmless, but Leonard was not taking any chances when his pack was concerned. He opened the scroll cautiously and read the contents. It was only a moment later that his amber eyes widened largely and his mouth gaped slightly. A slight tremble of excitement and fear entered the eyes and it attracted the attention of his Alpha's brothers and their Beta's, wondering what had caused such an expression on their fearless leader.
"Brothers, sisters, gather around," he growled and immediately all pack members were surrounding him, curious and waiting for him to speak. And he read the scroll.
Blood Moon Leonard; Alpha Leader of the Wolf Packs of Europe
May the Moon shine bright upon you and your brothers.
I do hope that this scroll finds you in good health. As the Head of the Mortem House, it gives me great pleasure to invite you to my Welcoming Ball that will be held in two days. Your attendance would be much appreciated and most welcomed. You will find that the invite is the Portkey that will bring you to Mortem Household. Please be advise that the affair to strictly formal.
Furthermore, I would like to request that you bring along your Beta to this event, as I would like to discuss a matter in private with you. Don't be wary, I merely wish to talk to you about a werewolf legend regarding your ancestor, Fenrir Silverbane. The legend fascinates me and I would like to pass a tale of my own to you.
Millennium's ago, there was a Being of extraordinary power and strength. They ruled over lands and controlled armies. It was said that this Being was no man, beast or creature of any kind. He ruled like a King and felled his enemies without effort. And I would like to point out that I had found a passage that showed your ancestor, Silverbane had taken a Vow of Loyalty to this once-ruler.
"With the rise of the crescent moon in the sky,
The Wolf will witness to its light and howl.
The Call has been sound and high,
And with it, the Wolf will bow.
Times of War and Darkness reign,
The Wolf will come to the side of its Master.
All shall perish in the world's end,
And those that resist will die."
The time has come for you to choose, Blood Moon. Will you stand and fight for your pack, or will you perish among the enemies of Him.
I look forward to our meeting, Blood Moon Leonard.
Sincerely,
Arctus Vis Mortem
Lord of the Ancient and Royal House of Mortem
The packs were silent, taking in what had just been said. The Alphas were the first to break the silence by giving a loud barking laughter.
"Seems our grandfathers were correct on this one, Leonard." One of the other Alpha's, Raven spoke up.
"Seems they were." Leonard replied, his deep growling voice quieting most of the noise.
"Will you attend?" It was asked by another Alpha, Caro.
"Yes, I will. After all, this would be our time to rise and claim the lands that are rightfully ours. Brothers, if we join, all of Europe will be ours."
What was unknown to them was that they would be allying with the most dangerous and powerful Being in existence and would soon come to realise that their Alpha would not be the wolf they would answer to.
The invitations had been sent and two days passed quickly.
Preparations were made, and everything was ready. The perfect setting for a wonderful evening. The ball was to be held in the Grand Hall of the castle. All tables were decorated and prepared accordingly and the setting was to the standard of the Mortem House.
"Master, everything is ready." Sonno told Lord Arctus, bowing to him as he was dressed in a butler's suit, looking very handsome for someone of his station.
"Good. Let's give our guests the best show they've ever seen." Arctus couldn't wait to see their faces, especially the magical creatures.
Hadrian Mortem stood still and silent, ready to show everyone that he was be the best Heir to the Mortem House and nobody could say otherwise.
And it was in a swirl of magic, the Port Keys were activated and transported all the invited guests of the Welcoming Ball of the Mortem House.
Lord Arctus took a step down towards all the people that were in awe of the Grand Hall they were currently standing. Hadrian stood behind him, Nottnaðr wrapped around the boy's shoulders while he raised his large head towards the crowd.
"I would like to welcome each and every one of you, to my home; Mors Sanctuárium. My servants will gladly take your coats." He gestured to his many House Elves, noticing the wide eyes of many people as they saw the alluring Elves instead of the ugly little slaves.
Murmurs and whispers amongst each other were beginning to grow and he raised his hand to gain their attention. "Please be advised that all wands have automatically been bound by the wards. This is a precaution my castle has taken for the safety of the Mortem House, and its inhabitants. Your children will follow my son, Hadrian to the Gardens where they will dine tonight. Do not be alarmed, the wards and security measures have been properly set in place. Dinner will be served in an hour, but for now, please help yourselves to the beverages. Everyone, I welcome you and do hope you enjoy the party." With a sweep of his arms, the lights and decorations all glimmered and brightened with magic, displaying the magnificent Grand Hall and the center piece.
There in the middle of the Hall, hung high from the ceiling was an enchanting chandelier. However, it was more than a decoration or light source. It was the Magical core of Mors Sanctuárium, and clearly seen as the largest magical energy core anyone had ever seen. The mere magic was rolling around and within itself. The colours were a mixture of reds, blues, and shades of white. It was beautiful to gaze upon and the feel of it was addicting.
Lucius couldn't stop himself from gazing up at the large magical core, and truthfully, he wanted it all. It reminded him of the presence that Lord Arctus and Heir Hadrian Mortem. Such strong and powerful magic ran through their veins and they had a castle, or fortress, at their disposal.
In a few minutes after the introductions, everyone began mingling amongst each other. Lord Arctus, made his way through the crowds, sensing Hadrian following behind. "Be sure to show the Mortem House hospitality to the children, Hadrian." He commented to the vessel, receiving a nod in return.
While roaming, Arctus was quick to spot Lucius and Narcissa speaking to Minister Fudge. He heard part of the conversation as he drew closer.
"I was not expecting this at all from him. He has been rather insistent on knowing the goings on in the Ministry. And while he is Headmaster of Hogwarts and such, it is no way to make such demands about the privacy of important clients." Fudge complained, a deep frown across his brow while he gripped the wine glass in his hand.
"Indeed, Fudge. I couldn't agree more." Lucius replied smoothly, his eyes turning to see the host approaching. It still amazing him at the amount of magical energy he felt coming from the man.
"Dumbledore really needs to remember who the Minister is. He has no right to demand such things from me. I mean, Lord Arctus has already taken an interest in making new legislation for werewolf rights."
"Good of you to bring the subject forward, Minister." Arctus interrupted, a cold smile on his lips and green eyes analysing the shorter man, who had suddenly gone quiet and meek.
"Ah, Lord Mortem. A beautiful home you have here. The magical core itself is a sight to behold."
"I thank you for the praise, but really, it is because of my ancestors that Mors Sanctuárium is the way she is. Such a glorious castle, housing one of the most powerful and ancient families in history." Chaos stirred inside, an emotion of pride welling up inside at the display of power and wealth he held, just like he done many centuries before.
"I see that your heir is entertaining the children as we speak." Fudge commented, seeing the children of the guests gathering around Hadrian, conversing quietly.
"Yes, Hadrian did not have much time to socialise with those of his age. So it's a rare opportunity for him to be able to speak with other children."
"What are your plans for the child's education?" Surprisingly it was Narcissa who asked, and Lucius was quick to listen closely to the response.
"Hadrian is a prodigy in the Grey and Dark Arts. Durmstrang was kind enough to invite Hadrian earlier than others, and Salem Institution wants him to start in the new term." Arctus took notice of the exchanged look between Lucius and his wife, but made no comment on it. He wanted them to ask, not letting them know anything for certain.
"What about Hogwarts?" Fudge suggested. Arctus shook his head.
"I have no desire to allow Hadrian to fall behind and become lacking in his studies. Hogwarts has nothing to offer him, and quite frankly, I see no appeal for him to attend. However, he has expressed the interest of attending that school. Since he is ahead in his studies than the rest of his peers, he will have no trouble of keeping up. There are a few problems with that school though." Lord Arctus frowned, a small sneer moving over his face. "That school celebrates Muggle traditions far too much. The House Mortem celebrates the ways of Magic and her days of strengths. Samhain, Yule and many other rituals are performed here, and soon it will be time for us to perform more." Fudge sputtered in protest.
"Dark Magic Rituals are illegal in Britain." He protested strongly.
"Not within the walls of my House. If you forget, Minister, I have no cause nor need to follow the laws of Magical Britain. The Legislation Act that was declared and passed in the 1600's for House Mortem allows me to practice any brand of Magic. Dark, Grey and Light. Magical Britain and her politics has nothing do with me and will never be able to say anything against my ways of Magic." Arctus smirked smugly for a moment, silently relishing in the gaping expression of Minister Fudge. And Arctus knew that it wouldn't be long for Fudge to be kicked out of office. After all, he had the proof and witnesses to say that the Ministry had not given a few Pureblood Lords a trial at their supposed arrests for being Death Eaters.
"I had read that the Legislation was passed due to your ancestor's deeds for the Ministry at that time." Lucius spoke, bringing the attention to him. "What exactly did your ancestor do to be able to have immunity of the British Ministry?" It was no surprise that Lucius would ask for the details of how exactly the Mortem family gained such power.
"My ancestor, Lord Erus Mortem was a well-respected and wise Lord. He had achieved Potions Master at the age of eighteen, and had been recognised as the youngest Potions Master in History. To this day, he is still the youngest to ever achieve such a position." Arctus smirked proudly, "Now, during that time, there had been a terrible out-break of Dragon-pox. No one knew had to stop the sickness and many families had been infected and were dying.
Lord Erus had discovered that his son and heir, Sebastian, had caught the pox and was slowly dying from the disease. In an effort to save his son and the family name, Erus worked fast and hard to find a cure. He did some testing, illegal and questionable at the time. But he did not care. His son was dying and since the passing of his spouse, he couldn't afford to lose his only true legacy. Until finally, he had found a cure. Administering the cure, he waited for a change in his son's symptoms.
A few weeks later, his son had been completely cured and cleared of the virus. And what followed was the news and successful discovery of the century. As a reward and repayment for Lord Erus' good deeds, the Ministry were indebted to the Mortem Lord. Lord Erus had demanded a Legislation be passed for the Mortem House to have immunity and clearance of all Magical Laws and prosecutions on the members of Mortem House. The Mortem family, including family branches were allowed to practice the use of Dark, Grey and Light Magic. Rituals, dark spells, curses and forbidden arts were practiced in the Mortem House, and the Ministry couldn't do a thing about it. Their Life Debts bound them to their word. And to this day, the legislation stands because as I am sure you are aware, when a Life Debt has been made it passes on to their children and through the generations until the Lord of the Mortem House finally clears them of their debts." Arctus smirked darkly at the Minister, seeing his pale face.
Chaos would never admit it, but Lord Erus had been the cause of the disease out-break during that time. He had been experimenting with the virus and wanted to study the side effects and improve the sickness to a level that would spread and change an infected person. He wanted to make the disease so powerful, that it would rid his enemies of their magical cores, turning them in to Mundanes.
'But thankfully, he turned it in to his favour and was seen as a saviour for his failure.' Lord Arctus inwardly snickered, his inner Chaos agreeing.
Lucius was in awe, and for good reason. Erus Mortem had the means to become one of the most powerful and influential Lords of the century, and he did was a simple cure to Dragon-pox. It was genius and a rather Slytherin move.
"I look forward to seeing your son achieve great things at Hogwarts, Lord Arctus." Lucius commented.
Lord Arctus turned to the other side of the hall, seeing Hadrian speaking to Draco Malfoy. It was obvious that the two would get along very well, judging by the intense staring the young Malfoy heir was giving Hadrian.
"Believe me, Lord Malfoy, he will be the greatest student Hogwarts has ever seen." Lord Arctus smiled charmingly, eyes flashing red and silver for a mere second as he made eye contact with the young vessel, and saw the boy's eyes flash an eerie silver in reply.
'And the old fool will have no idea that the child he had lost those years ago, is going to be attending the school he wished Harry Potter to attend. Only this time, the child is going to be the challenger, not the pawn.'
To be continued…
If anyone is confused then I will explain. Hadrian/Chaos/Arctus are all one Being. They merely are multiple versions of himself, with Chaos being the main dark entity. Think of them as clones with a conscious. Harry Potter's body is the mortal vessel and therefore, ties Chaos to the Earth instead of being tied to Oblivion through the curse. But I won't be using this idea for long, I would just like to keep the story focused on Hadrian and his progress to world domination. Furthermore, the MAIN Chaos is the one with Avada Kedavra green eyes, that's why they change colours at times.
On another note, I do realise that at first I said that Arctus didn't want Hadrian attending Hogwarts, but then saying that he will. To clear things up, he WILL be attending Hogwarts to do some meddling of his own and wreak chaos on the school and mess with Dumbledore. I merely wanted Arctus to point out to Lucius and Fudge that Hadrian is a wanted prodigy and his options are open to other schools.
Anyway, thank you so much for the support and your patience!
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