Hey guys! :) I am back with my new (and for now LAST) story! I meant to post it earlier, but the last few weeks have just been crazy busy.

This story will have 25 chapters, I am currently working on chapter 21, so it is NOT finished yet.

There will be spanking, CP, and humiliation later on, not so much in the beginning.

Hope you like the beginning! :)

"Mylord?"

He looked up, his thin lips curling into a sardonic smile, "right, the meeting- is he already in the conference room?"

Peter swallowed, "uhm…well, he…actually…"

"Sectumsempra", he really did not have time to listen to Wormtail's pathetic stutters now, it was embarrassing enough to have a servant who could barely speak one complete sentence without stammering or mumbling like some idiotic child.

He put his wand back, ignoring Peter's pitiful sobs and the bleeding gashes on his face as he left his office to walk over to the conference room. He did look forward to the meeting- Slytherin was extremely easy to manipulate, and so far, his plan was running like clockwork.

He plastered a fake smile on his snake-like face when he entered the room, "it's good to…", he stopped abruptly, not liking at all what he was seeing- or better, who he was seeing.

"Mylord", it sounded as cynical as it was meant, "you look…surprised. Did your little bootlicker not tell you I was going to do the negotiations today?"

"I am not going to negotiate with a teenager", he replied, ignoring his question, "where is your father?"

"Busy."

He gave a snort of disgust, "if he's not taking this seriously, why should I?"

"He is taking it seriously- that's why I am here."

"We are at a very critical point in the contract, I doubt that your…expertise would be helpful here", he did not even try to hide the scorn from his voice, "tell your father that until he's not busy anymore, the negotiations are off."

"You'll negotiate with me, or not at all- my father has given me full authority, Mylord."

He wanted nothing more than to crucio the shit out of him, "how old are you even? Fifteen?"

"Almost seventeen", the boy in front of him answered calmly, "not that it matters. I am rather busy today myself, so I would appreciate it if we could start- if I recall it correctly, we are discussing point 19 part five and six, along with the additional clauses for point 18 part seven to nine and the addendum for point 18 part ten."

"I see your father prepared you well", he spat out, not liking where this was going- he knew Aurelius was not easily to be manipulated, being one of the best Legilimens in the Kingdom, but then, he had always liked a challenge.

"I am studying to become a lawyer- so I do not need to get prepared by anyone", Aurelius told him coolly, his handsome face the usual mask of emotionlessness and arrogance, "now, I do have some questions about point 19 part six", and then, as he had anticipated, he started to ask some very specific and very thoughtful and very frustrating questions, and he had to try extremely hard to keep his true intentions hidden from the boy. He could sense Aurelius trying to break past his mental shields, but he was able to block his attempts off at the last second. The nerve of that teenager to try read his mind!

The meeting lasted for about an hour, an hour where Aurelius easily spotted several traps and loopholes inside the contract that he had carefully constructed, and flat out refused to agree to point 18 part seven, which was frustrating in itself. He would have to work hard to get Slytherin to even compromise on anything similar now.

Smug little bastard- but I'll get you where I need you to be…

"Let's hope our next meeting will be a little more productive", Aurelius shot him a cold glance, and he understood again why they all called him the Ice Prince, "I'll be back in three days at the same time."

"You mean, your father will be back", and now his voice was hard, his eyes glinting red with contempt, "I am not wasting any more of my time with a child."

"Good thing I am not a child, then", Aurelius replied coldly, grabbing the folders from the table, "as I said, my father is quite busy right now, but it is in everyone's interest to get this truce signed rather sooner than later."

In everyone's interest but mine.

"Certainly."

"I am glad we can agree at least on that, Mylord", he enunciated the last word ironically, "see you in three days", he left the room without giving him another glance, causing him to hiss with fury. Of course, just as everything was going perfectly well, the Founder's bastard had to show up. He had always disliked Aurelius, his cold, arrogant demeanor and the certainty with which he spoke and acted, but mostly because he knew the boy was extremely intelligent- and he did not need anyone intelligent reading the contract, he needed a fool like Slytherin to read it, someone who literally agreed to everything if that helped getting them peace.

"Peace…what a waste", he murmured to himself, walking back to his office, "peace is nothing but an illusion- there can never be peace, only power."

And he'd make sure it would stay like that.

"What happened this time?"

"Who says something happened?"

Remus sighed, looking very tired all of a sudden, "Sirius, please…you know you cannot go on like this. You'll get expelled soon if…"

"I didn't even do anything wrong! Snape is just being a git, you know he hates me, and I…"

"You say this every time, Sirius", Remus interrupted him, his patience starting to run very low indeed, "and then I get to clean up the mess you made afterwards. Snape has already complained to McGonagall about you, and he'll go to Dumbledore next."

The boy had to swallow, looking down, "I…I really didn't mean it this time", he eventually mumbled, "it just…happened."

"You need to control your anger, Sirius", Remus told him for what felt like the thousands time, "getting kicked out of class almost every day, being prohibited from playing Quidditch for two weeks after you lost your temper and broke your broom…and your classmates are starting to fear you on top of it all. Do you even have any friends in your class?"

Sirius flushed, that was the last thing he wanted to talk about, "I don't need friends, I told you that", he finally spat out, "they are a bunch of whiny idiots anyways."

"Everyone needs friends, Sirius", Remus replied quietly, "and I'm worried about you, I really am. I…I am just trying to help you."

"I know", Sirius felt the all familiar guilt rising up inside him, he knew Remus was on his side and wanted him to do better, and he felt like shit for not telling him the truth- the real reason why he often got so damn angry.

I can't tell him- I can't tell anyone.

Remus had taken enough risks for him by hiding him from the Ministry after he was able to escape with Buckbeak, and by deaging him back to his twelve year old self with a potion he had stolen out of Snape's cabinet. The Potion Master had no clue about that part, and Sirius could only hope and pray it stayed like that.

Now he was attending second grade in Hogwarts as a Gryffindor, pretending to be Remus' distantly related nephew whose parents had recently died. The story was that Remus was his guardian and uncle, and that he lived with him now that his parents were dead. He used a fake name- Scipius- and Remus had slightly changed his appearance since Snape would have recognized him easily from their time in Hogwarts together otherwise. He was rather small, but athletically build, with dark green eyes and soft brown curls and a nose full of freckles. Sirius knew he looked good, but it had not help him make any friends- not with all the outbursts he had.

But still, it was better not to have any friends than tell the truth.

"You are back already?"

"I can barely stand being around him for more than a second, so I feel like being there for an hour is a real accomplishment here", Aurelius answered cynically, sitting down on the couch and dropping the heavy folder with files on the seat next to him.

His father had to laugh, "touché. Did you finish point 18?"

"And 19", Aurelius could not help but sounding a little bit smug about that, casually helping himself to a cup of tea one of the house elves had poured for him, "I found so many loopholes in that thing it's a miracle we were even able to agree on anything- but he seems to want this to be done and over with just as much as we do."

"I should hope so- after all, he knows that Dumbledore is the only one benefitting from a war between his Death Eaters and our army."

"He is not interested in an alliance, though", Aurelius reminded him, taking another sip of his tea, "he wants the glory of defeating Dumbledore all for himself, narcissistic as he is."

Gryffindor had to laugh again, "well, he can have it- I am not willing to start a war against Dumbledore, at least not right now. We have to grow our army first, and we have to get more of the Minister's behind us before we can attack."

"We are not going to attack", the voice came from the door, and it sounded incredibly displeased, "even if we can grow our army, it will be sorely for defense purposes."

Godric rolled his eyes, "for right now, yes", he agreed, but there was a hint of impatience in his voice, "depending on how far Dumbledore is willing to take this."

Salazar stepped closer, a frown on his kind face, "we have to negotiate with Dumbledore, and I am sure he…"

"You cannot negotiate with everyone, Salazar", and now he was definitely impatient, "Dumbledore won't care about a truce- remember how hard we worked to get him to sign that agreement with the centaurs?"

"And the ink was not even dry before Dumbledore started a full blown attack on Firenze and his herd", Aurelius added sardonically, "which killed seven centaurs, injured a dozen more and brought Firenze to the brink of insanity."

"He's doing a lot better now", Salazar was still frowning, "and…you cannot really compare that. I am sure there was a reason why Dumbledore attacked them."

"What reason would that be?"

"The herd might have provoked him, threatened him…"

Godric snorted, "yes, because centaurs are known for being violent and aggressive, right?"

"We don't know what really happened, Godric", Salazar's tone was getting sharper as well, the tension building up between them, "and peace can only be accomplished by negotiations and a truce, not by war."

"I disagree."

Aurelius stood up, knowing where this was going- and he had no intention or desire to listen to his parents argue and yell about this topic again, "I have classes now, but I will see you in three days after the next meeting", he announced calmly, grabbing the folder, "good luck with your meeting with Fudge tomorrow, Dad."

Salazar looked at him, his face softening, "thank you, Aurelius. And thank you for stepping up today, I appreciate it."

"Anytime, Dad", Aurelius meant that, he'd much rather have full control of the truce negotiations with Voldemort- he did not trust him, not at all, and he knew Voldemort was trying to take advantage of his father by adding all these annoying little traps and extra clauses to the contract. Unfortunately, his father would not believe any of that, and they were so close to having the truce finalized, so close. His dad would never forgive him if he jeopardized the whole thing right before it was ready to be signed.

He intended to keep his eye on Voldemort though, and a very close eye indeed. It had annoyed him how easily the Dark Lord had blocked his attempt to get behind his mental shields earlier, but he would not give up before he found out what he was hiding from him, and he was very certain he hid something.

He apparated after telling his parents goodbye, more than grateful for the fact that he did not live at Gryffindor Manor currently. He had started to attend a private school for wizard's in London, a school that was designed to prepare the students for college. It only took in boys from 14 to 18 years, and they were allowed to take a few classes at the nearby Seymour's College, one of the oldest and most prestigious colleges for wizards and witches, and also, one of the most expensive ones.

Aurelius knew he wanted to be a lawyer, but he had found classes at Hogwarts unsatisfactory and boring, and since Dumbledore had not missed any opportunity to stir up hatred against him while he had attended Hogwarts, the change had been more than welcome.

His school was called St. Francis, and since all of the students were teenagers, they had quite a lot of freedom. He was allowed to spend time outside of school and go into London, where recently, a whole neighborhood had expanded, catering only to the magical community. Aurelius enjoyed to spend time at one of the many cafés with his friends, having tea together and talking. He also spend a good amount of time at the bookstores, always trying to keep up with the latest laws and regulations.

"Look, the Ice Prince is back!", one of his friends, a rather carefree boy named Olivier called out once he made it up to their dorm.

He rolled his eyes, "didn't I tell you not to call me that anymore?"

Olivier just grinned, "it fits you perfectly, though- and you are a prince, aren't you?"

"That does not mean you need to call me that, I rather not attract any more attention than I already do", the truth was, he could barely go anywhere without people staring at him in awe. He was one of the most talented Legilimens, and also, being the Founder's son and heir came with a lot of responsibility, but it also meant people treated him like he was a gift that had fallen from the sky.

Since Gryffindor and Slytherin were magical royalty, he was a prince- and thanks to his usual cold and standoffish behavior, a journalist from the Daily Prophet- that he had gotten fired after- had found it hilarious to call him Ice Prince. Even though the journalist had apologized in public, had lost his job and had been forced to leave the country, the name had stuck- and now almost everyone called him that. It truly was nauseating.

"There's a game on tonight- you wanna go?", Olivier now asked, changing the subject, "Quentin is playing, so it's a perfect opportunity for us to see him get his ass kicked."

"I have to study."

"Again?"

"Still", Aurelius corrected, walking over to his bed, "I am helping my dad with the negotiations, and the next meeting is in three days. I have to prepare for that."

Olivier's eyes widened in shock, "the…truce negotiations? With…the Dark Lord?"

"His name is Voldemort", Aurelius' tone was cutting, "he's not a Lord, he's not even royalty- just a common criminal who rose up to power by murders and manipulations."

"Yeah…right", Olivier's voice was flat, "uhm…so you are meeting with him? What's that like?"

"A waste of time", Aurelius replied, "I'm not even sure he wants that truce", he knew he had made a mistake when he saw Oliver's expression changing, "are you crazy? You know how freaking grateful everyone is to your dad for getting him to negotiate? We'd already be in the middle of a war if it wasn't for the King making him negotiate a truce. Do you really think anyone wants to pick sides between your parents' army and Dumbledore?"

Aurelius bit his lips, knowing very well what Olivier meant. There were not many people aside from him and Godric Gryffindor who were suspicious of Dumbledore and his motives, the common opinion was still that the Dark Lord was the only bad guy, and that he needed to be stopped. Dumbledore had never made a secret of his despise of the Dark Order, and he had tried his best to stir up as much hatred against Voldemort as possible, which Aurelius suspected was nothing but a deflection. He had blamed the Dark Lord on the centaur attack, and most people did believe that the Death Eaters and Voldemort were responsible.

Aurelius and his parents knew better- but they also knew that they needed to be patient with openly accusing Dumbledore of anything. He was still a very powerful wizard and had tons of influence and connections, and it would take time to change the public opinion of him.

"There won't be any need to pick sides", he assured Olivier, even though he doubted it, "and the truce with Voldemort will bring peace to the wizarding world", and he very much doubted that as well.

"Let's hope so- you know my mom works for Fudge, and she's like drowning in work. It's gonna be a lot easier for everyone once they signed the truce, and then we can all live without having to worry. I'm sure Harry Potter is gonna be ecstatic."

Aurelius did not bother to comment on Olivier's mother working a lot should hardly be a reason to speed up truce negotiations- he knew his friend would not understand him, none of them did. None of them were bearing his responsibilities though, so he technically could not expect them to understand.

"I'm sure Potter is looking forward to the truce being official", he agreed, and knowing Potter, he knew he was- but Harry was also quite intelligent, and he did not trust Dumbledore as much as he used to, and his friends weren't either.

They'll be the biggest supporters of our army- and we are going to need them.

"Give that back!"

"Or what?", the third grade Slytherin was clearly taunting him, and Sirius felt his anger bubbling inside him, and he was fighting it, "or…I'll make you!"

The boy and two of his friends who were watching from the sides of the hallway they were currently in started to howl with laughter, "you gonna explode, Scipius?"

"Yeah, look how red he's gotten! He's angry!"

"I am. Not. Angry", Sirius hissed out between clenched teeth, "now give me back my books, I have class now!"

"Say please."

"Forget it, asshole!"

The third grader abruptly stopped laughing, his eyes narrowing, "what did you just call me?"

Sirius knew he was on thin ice, but he had never been one to back down from a fight, "I called you an asshole, asshole", he spat out, balling his hands into fists, "now give me back my books!"

"You little shit, I…"

"What is going on here?"

All of them froze instantly at the harsh tone of Minerva McGonagall's voice, and Sirius had to stop himself from trembling. He had gotten in way too much trouble lately with the Head of Gryffindor, and the look of disapproval sent his way now did nothing to comfort him.

"Mr. Lemarc", she used his fake last name, "would you be able to explain this commotion?"

"They…they took my books", Sirius mumbled, "I was on the way to class…"

"Class started five minutes ago", McGonagall interrupted him, her voice cold, "that is ten points from Gryffindor for negligence, and another ten points for using inappropriate language and screaming in the hallways", she shifted her attention to the Slytherin boys, "and that's ten points from Slytherin for harassing a student and another ten points for also using foul language- off you go", the third graders did not need to be told twice, they threw another hateful look at Sirius, and then they were gone, leaving him alone with McGonagall in the hallway.

"This is the fourth time this week I have to take house points from Gryffindor on your behalf, Mr. Lemarc", her voice had gotten even colder, "you just started here a few weeks ago, and I understand this is an adjustment for you, but your behavior is starting to irritate me greatly, Mr. Lemarc."

"I'm sorry."

"You need to learn to control your anger, Scipius", McGonagall went on, her tone slightly warmer, "the other students are starting to try to get a rise out of you purposefully, just to see you lose control."

"I…I know", the third graders had not been the first ones trying to make him explode and embarrass himself, but it was so damn hard to get his temper under control.

"Go to class, Lemarc- and I better not hear any more complaints about you this week", the witch frowned at him, and Sirius hurried to nod and to promise her he'd behave, even though he knew deep down it would be difficult to do that.

He spent the rest of the morning brooding, barely listening to his teachers, and as soon as classes were out he went to find Remus. He did not plan to tell him what had happened in the hallway, of course not, but Remus always had a friendly smile and some delicious chocolate biscuits for him, and right now, that was exactly what he needed.

They talked for a while, and when Sirius went to his Common Room later, he felt a little better. That was, until his classmates asked him about the twenty points they'd lost, and they all looked so damn disappointed, so upset...

"It wasn't even my fault", and before he knew it, he had started to tell a tale about the mean bullies from third grade who had taken his things, and how they had beaten him and mocked him, and of course McGonagall had not believed him…Sirius could be very convincing if he wanted to, and he did not feel guilty about lying- or at least exaggerating- since he had never have much of a conscience to begin with.

The others seemed a lot less hostile once he had ended his story, and he was grateful for it. He knew he could not afford any more complaints about him, Snape was just waiting to get him expelled, and he was pretty sure some other teachers were as well. He did not want to get expelled, not because he loved being a Hogwarts student so much, but because this was convenient- Remus spoiling him and taking care of everything, and him being safe here and not having to hide at Grimmauld's Place with only the miserable Kreacher as a companion. Being an adult was hard- and being an adult on the run from the Ministry was even harder. He deserved to just enjoy life a little now and to have fun, and if he did not have these damn outbursts all the time, it'd be a hell more fun.

"Now, what do you have for me?", Dumbledore eyed his spy expectantly, "good news, I am hoping", it sounded like the threat it was, and his spy could not help but flinch slightly.

"The negotiations are progressing, Sir", the man in front of him told him, his voice even, "the son seems to be in charge of them now."

"Aurelius?", Dumbledore's wrinkled face turned into a scowl, "that boy needs to mind his own business, he's always interfering", he tapped his wrinkled hand on the desk in front of him in annoyance, "why is Slytherin not dealing with him anymore?"

"I…I don't know."

"Then find out!", Dumbledore all but hissed at him, "I need them to sign that truce already, you hear me? It is an essential part of my plan."

"I know, Sir", his spy nodded his head in confirmation, "and they will. It won't take much longer now, a few weeks mostly."

Dumbledore cursed under his breath, "I don't have time to waste anymore!", his eyes were sparkling with fury now, "speed up the process somehow, and make sure Slytherin is in charge of negotiations again. That boy is too…he's a smug one, always wanting to know exactly what is going on. He will tear that contract apart, and then it will take months before anything is getting signed."

"But…how…"

"That's not my problem, is it?", Dumbledore interrupted him rudely, "get rid of the boy, get that truce signed, and keep an eye on Gryffindor- he's snooping around again."

The spy paled, "does…he…know anything?"

"Not yet", Dumbledore reached for a lemon drop, the only thing that helped calming his nerves, "but it won't take much longer, he's already way too suspicious. He has to be stopped."

"Like…killed?", the man's voice went high, and Dumbledore snorted, "killed? Gryffindor? He's a King and a Founder, trying to kill him would be a suicide mission- but there are other ways to eliminate someone", his dry lips curled into a hateful smile, "and I happen to have the perfect plan for Godric Gryffindor", he chuckled just thinking about what he had prepared for the Founder, "and you will help me execute my plan."

"Yes, Sir."

"Go- and don't come back before you have good news for me", the spy swallowed hard and got up, nodding, "yes…Sir."

Dumbledore watched him leave, sucking on his lemon drop. Soon, he'd be the one in charge- the only one. He would destroy both Gryffindor's pathetic army and the Dark Order, and the best thing was, he wouldn't even have to lift a finger to accomplish that.

yep...that is it for now, just to give a quick overview of the characters and where this is heading! ;)

There will be more negotiations and more Sirius in the next chap :)

I would love some feedback of how you like the beginning! Thank you in advance!

xoxo,

Antonie :)