Heir Caliban's coronation was, for a lack of a better word, quite magical.
There had never been such a gathering of international wixen and creatures in several hundred years, even before the Caliban name fell. They were only a couple hours into the coronation and things had remained peaceful thus far, but the Black family knew that so many differing opinion gathering in one location would cause some tension. They had reassured Haylan he could stay focused on the main event and leave the scuffles to the aurors and the rest of the Black family. Nothing would be getting in the way of Haylan's coronation.
Sirius was oddly enough in his element. He was moving through the crowd and bouncing between groups, socializing, getting a taste of everyone's opinions, and diffusing tensions with a wide grin. He had never felt so alive. He wished James was here to see how amazing his son was. That his little boy was going to change the world.
Both Narcissa and Andromeda watched Haylan's progress as the young man chatted with everyone from shop keepers to royalty. They were both very proud of how their boy had grown and matured from the waif that had been dumped into their laps originally.
"He is going to be one of the greats Cissy." Andromeda murmured to Narcissa as they sipped their wine.
"Of that I have no doubt. I just worry what he may have to face to get there." Narcissa worried.
"He will be fine, as long as that godson of yours gets his act together soon." Andromeda teased with a wide grin making Narcissa laugh.
"I have tried several blatant hints out for Blaise, but for a Slytherin he is rather oblivious when it comes to Haylan. But he does worship the ground Haylan walks on already so I am not too worried."
They both looked over to the tall Slytherin boy that stood in his best black and bronze robes trying to keep a blank face as he watched Haylan move through the room.
"Mmm Blaise looks like he wants to eat Haylan." Andromeda chuckled.
"Sirius won't like that, the mother hen that he is." Narcissa commented. "I should go save Blaise from himself. Haylan won't acknowledge their relationship publicly until Blaise starts to court him properly."
"Ah young love." Andromeda was both amused and felt sorry for the young Zabini heir. It would not be easy to be the one to hold Haylan's heart, but the boy was bold enough to at least try.
Haylan knew there was going to be trouble the minute he saw Queen Joanna speaking with Dumbledore.
The two biggest pains in his ass getting along would not be good in the long run. Even if it might be amusing to see the two prideful egos try to clash for who was in control.
He might as well get involved.
"Ah the two greatest thorns in my side. Glad to see you both behaving so far." Haylan jovially greeted them both, making both of their entourages flinch.
"Heir Caliban." Queen Joanna gritted out through clenched teeth.
"My boy-" Before Dumbledore could even continue he was laying flat on the ground. The other party goers were beginning to turn and watch the scene being made.
"Do not make me remind you again Dumbledore. I am not your boy. I am your superior in every way and I will destroy you with the ease of batting a fly away if you do not control yourself." Haylan threatened in a light tone, not letting Dumbledore off the floor quite yet. Queen Joanna watched with wide fearful eyes but there was still hatred there too.
No one from Dumbledore's group was brave enough to step forward to defend the old man. If Caliban had the magical strength to keep the likes of Dumbledore laying on the floor, then there wasn't much they could do to defend him or themselves.
"It is good to see Dumbledore put into place, even if it is by you." A smooth voice said from behind Haylan. Dumbledore's group immediately whiped out their wands, tensing up.
"I take it you have gotten over me snapping your wand and putting you in your place as well, Voldemort?" Haylan said airly, not even turning around to face him. Those watching the spectacle were gaping now.
"You brat-" Voldemort started but didn't get to finish because he was soon pressed to the ground by Haylan's magic right next to Dumbledore.
"Britain is more trouble than it is worth." Haylan couldn't help but comment, eyeing the Dark and Light Lords with distaste. The crowd surrounding them seemed to be holding their breath now, seeing what Haylan would do.
"Well it is my coronation day and neither of you have done what I have asked. So I sincerely hope you and your people enjoy the party because starting tomorrow I will tear apart both of your little clubs with my bare hands if I have to. Do behave children, I would hate for you to end up in my dungeons so soon." Haylan chastised as he released the magic holding them down. Dumbledore and Voldemort quickly separated like two opposing magnets that couldn't be close.
"And you say you will not be a tyrant?" Queen Joanna taunted at Haylan as Dumbledore and Voldemort tried to pull themselves together.
"If you think this is being a tyrant Queen Joanna, then I fear you are already too delusional for me to speak with." Haylan said easily, not rising to her taunt as she wished he had. "Continue to cause me problems and I will show you a real tyrant. You are nothing to me and I have no grievances in ruining both you and your country. There is nothing you have that I want, nothing you can bargain with to save you from my wrath. So do settle down before you get yourself and your people hurt,"
Haylan then walked away not fearing showing his back to any of them. They couldn't harm him, especially not here.
"Was that wise?" Sirius asked as he slid into place behind Haylan. "You've just handed them allies by humiliating them all in one spot."
"They will be easier to take care of if they do decided to ally themselves against me. They all have egos the size of Europe, they will destroy each other before they could ever focus on me. But if they do manage to find a hierarchy to operate under, I welcome the challenge. Death had promised me that if I sink Spain into the ocean that I will still have a long and prosperous reign." Haylan spoke with an eager grin that scared Sirius a little.
"You know most people don't want to end an entire country, right?" Sirius couldn't help but ask.
"Most people don't have to deal with their inane politics either." Haylan dryly commented as he grabbed another drink from a passing waiter. "I know it isn't rational, but if I have to leave Britain and Spain in ruins to have peace in my empire I will do it in a heartbeat. I will not be a passive ruler. Passivity will only bring about the end of magic. My job isn't to coddle their hurt feelings and bruised egos. My job is to keep magic alive and to keep the balance. I don't have to be nice or kind to accomplish those goals."
"Well as long as you acknowledge that you are terrifying kiddo, I have your back no matter what." Sirius smiled in an unhinged way.
Word was already quickly spreading through the hall of people and out to those who couldn't fit into the castle what had happened to Dumbledore, Voldemort, and Queen Joanna. There were a lot of mixed feelings on how Heir Caliban would be as ruler. Powerful was the consensus everyone did seem to agree upon since the boy was able to not only control Dumbledore but Voldemort as well without breaking a sweat.
Powerful things were both revered and feared in wixen culture.
It was finally time.
Food had been eaten.
Drinks were still flowing easily.
Mingling and threats had been underway for some time now.
The lights were changing again, drawing everyone's attention to the throne in the front of the hall.
Standing on the raised platform stood an imposing line up of the Black family.
Sirius, Narcissa, Andromeda, and Nymphadora stood quietly waiting for the noise in the hall to die down. At the last moment an unexpected figure joined the line up of Blacks on the platform.
One healthy and sane looking Bellatrix LeStrange.
Her hair had been tamed and pulled away from her face into a high ponytail, some curls still loose to frame her face. She looked healthier than she had in decades with grey eyes that sparkled with intelligence and clarity that had been missing for so long.
It was an imposing looking group.
Narcissa Malfoy stepped forward and performed a sonorus.
"Attention everyone. The crowning will begin now. Everyone welcome Heir Haylan Iacob Dacian Caliban." Narcissa stepped back into the line of Blacks as the applause filled the air.
Haylan stepped onto the platform, walking with a grace that looked like it belonged to a great cat hunting its prey. Standing in front of the throne, Haylan turned and faced the hall.
"I, Haylan Iacob Dacian Caliban, do swear to uphold the will of both Lady Magic and Lord Death. I will move the wixen world into a brighter and more prosperous age. Devoid of corrupt politicians and delusional Lords. While it will not be a perfect age, it will be better. To hold me to my vows, I summon Lady Magic and Lord Death here to bear witness." Haylan with quick practiced fingers took a small silver knife and carved two runes, one into each palm of his hands. Before they could begin to bleed they flashed gold and hot and cold power washed over everyone standing in the hall.
Much to everyone's surprise, two very tall figures manifested on either side of Heir Caliban.
To Haylan's left was a ten foot tall woman with gold and silver hair, bathed in light and magic. She was hard to look at, like trying to stare directly at the sun to ascertain its true shape.
To Haylan's right was a ten foot tall man, or what was probably a man, cloaked heavily in shadows and mist. Where the woman was too bright to stare at, the man seemed to absorb all light and energy surrounding him.
The woman spoke first in a foreign lilting voice.
"Heir Haylan Caliban. You were chosen as one of mine before you were even born. The fates have played heavily in your life and will continue to guide and challenge you. Yet you still have accepted my terms to care for my children. I will hold you to your vows and you will continue to be my voice in the wixen world. I bless you and yours. Your reign will be beautiful to witness." There was a clear fondness in her tone for the young heir. She leaned down and placed a kiss on the top of Haylan's head, causing him to shiver with the power of her blessing.
The man spoke next, his voice raspy but echoing deep into one's bones.
"Heir Haylan Caliban. Your bloodline has served me for many centuries now, but you are the first of your line to find me without any aide. You came to me with no fear, only wonder and promise in your veins. You are the one I have waited for. You will be the best of the Caliban line and will be my hands here in the wixen world. I bless you and yours. Your reign will be remembered for as long as the wixen world lasts." The man then leaned down and kissed the top of Haylan's head as well.
"I Lord of Death and Limbo-"
"And I Lady of Magic and Summerland-"
"Do Declare you, Haylan Iacob Dacian Caliban, as our chosen. You will be from now on be known as Lord Emperor Haylan Iacob Dacian Caliban, ruler of the wixen world, voice of Lady Magic, and hands of Lord Death. May your Reign Be Long and Filled With Power."
With their final words both Lord Death and Lady Magic faded away but their power lingered in the hall.
As Narcissa and Sirius placed Haylan's black and white opal encrusted crown onto his head, chaos broke out in the hall.
Dumbledore stood only feet away from the platform wand pointed at Haylan's calm face.
"We do not accept you as Emperor."