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Chapter four: Castor's POV
"Are you okay?" Colin asked me nervously.
"I'm fine," I replied, I really wasn't.
"Certainly worse than my howler," Ron said sympathetically.
I just groaned in response, wishing that the ground would swallow me up, everyone returned to eating but I could hear the whispers and murmurs around the hall.
I stormed out of the hall in anger, throwing my letter from my family in the bin letting out a scream as I was overcome by tears. I heard loud footsteps behind me.
I whirled round, expecting to see a teacher, to my surprise none other than Harry Potter stood, smiling happily at me.
"They're handing out the first year schedules, first years can't leave the hall. That's why your friends haven't come. I'm sorry about your mum and dad, I don't know my parents either, I guess it must be really hard for you. Everyone always talks about how nice my mum and dad were, I know that you'll never get to see your parents because they're in Azkaban and that people say bad stuff about them. I'm sure though, that through all the bad things they say and do they love you, so very much but due to the life they've led they just find it hard to express it," Harry smiled at me.
"Thank you Harry," I whispered, tears still flowing.
"Its fine," he smiled, "Don't take heart to what Ron said yesterday, he means well and I know you're a good guy."
He passed me my schedule.
"Hey it says here I'm in second year Defence against the dark arts?" I asked confused.
"Oh wow, that only happens in rare circumstances, your aunt and uncle must have told professor Dumbledore about you having incredible defence skills so you've been moved up a year in that subject," Harry grinned, seeming to find this fact wicked.
I knew that I was good at defence against the dark arts, but I never thought I was that good. Apparently from whatever my family had told Dumbledore they thought different.
"Cool, we've got it first, you're with me!" Harry grinned pulling me from corridor to corridor until we reached the defence class.
I couldn't believe my eyes, thee Gilderoy Lockhart was stood, smiling a dazzling smile as he introduced himself to the class. I sat next to Hermione, she seemed to be a bit peeved off. Ron whispered that it was because I was better than her at a subject.
She looked with vivid attention at our Professor as he babbled on about how great he was. I rolled my eyes, earning an elbow in the chest from Hermione.
I tried not to take too much notice of him, not really caring about what he had to say.
And then I found myself falling asleep.
Days turned into weeks, weeks turning into months and then it was Christmas. Luna was heading home to be with her dad, Fabian spending the holidays with his mum and Christmas with the Weasly family, Colin was going home to see his parents and siblings, filled with glee at sharing all of his stories about wizard's and witches.
We all promised we'd meet over the holidays and Harry, Hermione and even Ron to my surprise all gave me a Christmas present, me returning the gesture happily.
My family met me at the station, my aunt staring coldly at Draco's mum as she stared back.
She stopped when she saw me, her face breaking into a large smile, "Castor!" She pulled me into a huge hug, smiles erupted on my uncle and cousin's faces.
"Hey," I smiled happily, glad to finally be reunited with them.
"You didn't write as much as I thought you would," Andromeda looked gravely, I'd reduced my writing down to once or twice a fortnight rather than the twice or three times a week I had planned to do when I first came to Hogwarts.
"I was busy," I muttered.
She didn't linger on my reasoning, instead bustling me out of the station as I yelled goodbyes to Fabian and Luna and a happy Colin who stood with two terrified looking muggles who shifted nervously from foot to foot, jumping at the slightest sound.
"Who are they?" Uncle Ted asked with a grin, ruffling my hair once again as we got into his car.
"My best friends, Colin Creevey, Fabian Prewett and Luna Lovegood," I grinned, thinking joyfully of my best friends.
"Cool, they sound nice... isn't Fabian related to the Weasly's?" Tonks asked with a smile, jostling me with her arm.
"Yeah, he introduced me to thee Harry Potter, it was bloody amazing!" I grinned.
"Language," Uncle Ted laughed as I looked apologetically at both my aunt and uncle who seemed to merely laugh, "Ron's drilled it into my mind," they laughed even more at this, "anyway, he's really nice and he gave me a Christmas present!"
"Wotcha Castor! Harry Potter, the boy who lived gave this little squirt a present!" Tonks laughed as I slapped her arm jokingly.
They couldn't hold it in any longer, the one thing I'd left out of my letters.
"How's... you know... with everyone knowing about-," my parents, yeah, my bloody parents.
"People were wary at first, I get some bother from the Slytherins but it's not too bad, aside from that no one really cares, they know I'm not my parents," I replied.
"Good," that was all that was said on the matter, everyone finding it easier to just leave in the past.
I slept through most of the holiday, waiting to return to Hogwarts but I couldn't shake the excitement in my stomach as Christmas approached and to my amusement it seemed neither could my cousin as the day finally came upon us.
"IT'S CHRISTMAS!" She yelled, throwing off my bed sheets at half seven in the morning.
"Alright, calm down," I sighed following her downstairs to where my uncle and aunt were waiting.
A pile of presents awaited me and I was overcome with excitement, squealing as I raced my cousin down the stairs.
We ripped open the presents as fast as we could. From my uncle and aunt I'd gotten a new broomstick after I broke the other one while flying with Tonks. They also got me some clothes.
From Tonks I got a book about defence against the dark arts which was, despite Lockhart, my favourite subject.
From Colin I got three Batman comics as I had become quite intrigued by the caped crusader. I smiled, thinking of all the nights we had spent sitting by the fire reading the comics while Luna and Fabian rolled their eyes.
Fabian got me a big box of every flavour beans, the snack he'd been eating when we first met. I laughed at the memory.
Luna had gotten me a book on nargals as she still refused to accept that they were not real.
Harry had bought me a small, model Phoenix, it was jet black.
Hermione had bought me a book on Professor Lockhart in an attempt to get me to like the man she fixated over.
Ron buying me the history of quidditch.
"We do have one more present," Uncle Ted smiled, looking at his wife who beamed at me.
"What?" I replied.
She produced a very large, brown book, it was leather and looked expensive, "Ever since you found out about your parents we've been putting together a scrapbook, with all the pictures of my sister, it documents her, me, my other sister, Sirius and Regulus, our childhood and then into adulthood, before your mum... you know... turned completely dark," she smiled at me.
I felt tears well in my eyes, "Oh thank you! So very much thank you!"
I hugged all three of them opening the book to the first page to see the moving picture of by the note on the page was Bellatrix being held by her mother with a stern looking man next to them, both adults looked severe while young Bella merely played happily, reaching for her father's robes.
I turned onto the next page, a few more baby photos then, a toddling Bellatrix, waddling after a stray cat. Bellatrix laughing. Bellatrix in a new frock, a scowl on her pretty face. I flicked through the pages, emotion running through me.
My mum, her arms folded, leaning against a wall, her cousin Sirius, sat on the wall above her, he smiled at her, she smiled back, Andromeda was next to them laughing, Regulus looked nervously around in the corner while Narcissa played with her hair not paying much attention.
"It's lovely," I laughed happily.
Enjoyment danced in my eyes. A few days later I floo powdered my friends, they all came round and we played quidditch, Aunt Andromeda and Uncle Ted loving having my friends round, obviously missing the times when Tonks would have play dates.
Then it was back to Hogwarts.
Weeks continued to pass uneventfully. Until one day close to the end of term when I had another brush with Draco Malfoy. Luna, Fabian, Colin and I were sat in the library, revising for our herbology quiz.
"I wonder if a Snatwit makes hives or tunnels?" Luna asked, earning an aggravated glare from Fabian and a chuckle from Colin and I.
"Your still banging on about them?" He rolled his eyes.
"Let her be Fabian, we're all allowed to have our fantasies," Colin smiled, backing up the pretty blonde.
"It's not a fantasy, they're real...," she trailed off looking at the ceiling in wonderment.
"Hey! Freak!" I looked up to see my cousin flanked by his cronies.
"What Malfoy?" Colin spat, his Gryffindor coming out, the boy was usually not so outspoken, preferring to let Fabian and sometimes me do that job.
"Just checking up on baby Castor," Malfoy sneered, tossing my book on the floor.
"Piss off Draco, I don't have time for this," I growled, standing up.
"No you filithy blood traitor! Hanging around with your mudblood friend!" Then I lost it, smashing my fist into his smug little face. Wiping the smirk clean off.
I remember that even clearly, I got in lots of trouble but so did Draco to my happiness, due to him calling Colin a mudblood.
I sighed, looking through the scrapbook Aunty Andy had gotten me. I was no longer a young startled eleven year old, now I was in my fourth year. Second day back. A fourteen year old boy now. I was a lanky awkward thing but I had my families aristocratic features, high cheek bones, gaunt faces, pale completion.
"Oi! Moody guts, get your arse outta bed!" Fabian growled, throwing the covers off me as I sighed. The reports in the daily prophets had been getting worse, more deaths, more darkness, in my letters from Sirius he sounded worried also.
"I'm coming," I sighed, scratching my head, wishing it couldn't just be simple. Nothing was ever simple.
I didn't see the point anymore, Tonks was doing her best in the order, Harry was also doing his best but what was the point, we were all still just kids.
We couldn't defeat Voldermort and it was lunacy to think we could.
I scratched the scar I had attained last year at the world cup, when death eaters had surrounded us, in some stupid attempt at finding a link to my parents I watched from the shadows in awe instead of running, this only resulted in a cutting curse being thrown at me, slicing open my stomach, I now had the remainder for the rest of my life.
It had been a joy, meeting Sirius, I'd followed Harry, Ron and Hermione to him, looking upon a man who looked so much like me.
I remember how he instantly realised whose child I was, Bellatrix and Rodolphus' kid.
He saw it, the marks of a Black and the marks of a Lestrange. There was no mistaking it.
He had chuckled slightly as I shook with fear, expecting him to draw his wand at his realisation. Instead he smiled and hugged me close, saying about how he never thought he would see the day when 'she' produced an offspring.
I pulled on a t-shirt tracing along the large scar spanning across my stomach from left to right in a jagged way. It stood out, a large white raised line.
"Leave it Castor, that's in the past," Colin sighed, Colin knew how worried I was, how depressed.
Every day I feared for Tonks, for Andromeda, for Ted.
Who knew how long it would be before death eaters found them? Killed them all and left me with nothing except Colin, Fabian and Luna?
I sighed, heading down to breakfast with them, shaking slightly in fear.
It had been announced that in four weeks a ball would happen as we all had so much fun at the Yule ball last year they decided to host another one. I could hear Ron groaning about having to wear his dress robes again.
"Harry... I... need to talk," I muttered darkly to the boy who was enjoying his breakfast only seconds before.
He nodded gravely, exiting his seat to follow me to a more secluded part of the hall.
"Yeah?" He asked, managing a weak smile.
"Sirius... he's been talking about his fear... you know Voldermort getting more powerful... he's scared Harry and so am I... I don't know what to do... after last year," I absentmindedly looked down at the scar, they'd all seen it happen, they'd been shouting at me to run, Ron, Hermione, Harry, Fabian, Luna, Colin, I had ignored their warnings, too transfixed by the death eaters. Then it had been fired, I'd screamed and wailed in pain, one of them had spotted me, firing at a glance without much thought to whose child I was, not really seeing my face in the shadows. Then I'd started to run but it was hard, a wide, jagged cut was running through my body... it was almost impossible to run but I did. I hobbled into their arms and they all helped while I continued to bleed: bleed for my foolishness.
"I know... it's hard... I don't have all the answers but I'm trying Castor, I promise we'll figure something out," he whispered.
"Could Mr Potter and Mr Black," I'd still kept my last name as Black, preferring it that way, "please return to their seats." Umbridge called out, chuckling at the end as she did.
Both Harry and I let out a groan, we both hated the woman, she was a pain.
"Well looks like we'd better get back," he sighed.
Dumbledore sighed, obviously he wasn't overjoyed at the new position Umbridge had put him in. Bloody ministry always thinking they owned the place, sure they were in charge but Fudge was a buffoon, unfit to lead, too blind by his own fear to see the truth of what was happening in Britain: Voldermort was back, Harry had seen him.
Seamus had been out of order last night, he'd jumped at Harry having a go at him.
Harry was right, Cedric had died because of Voldermort and no one believed the boy who lived, the boy who'd defeated he who must not be named once and would surely do it again... hopefully do it again.
Still, though, there was this hope inside me that maybe Harry was wrong. Maybe Voldermort wasn't back and with him… my parents.