AN: I hate this chapter, and I hope you do too. That being said, sorry for the lack of update. Family emergency needs attention, and we're still trying to work our way around it. So, sorry if the chapter seems rushed. Thank you everyone for reading and leaving a review, means a lot. ANYWAYS don't forget to Follow/Fav/Review.

At the Owlery, Mortimer, tightly bundled, finishing his letter. He wrote his final thoughts finishing it off with a signature.

Giving it a quick read, he scans.

Dear Aunt Cissy,

I regret I have not written to you since the start of the term, my actions are unjustifiable. I apologize for worrying so. It was not my intention to forget, more so have kept my head above the clouds. But don't worry, I have seen the errors and will put in a better effort to write you more. I must also confess, aside from my abhorrent manners, I have not been as studious as you and Uncle Lucius expected. It's for this very reason I have decided to stay in Hogwarts for holidays. It will give me the opportunity to improve and progress along with the rest of my peers. I will remain here and fix my mistakes and will do my absolute best to make you proud. Write back soon and wish you the merriest of holidays.

Your dear nephew,

Mortimer.

Satisfied, he calmly takes out a piece of ham from his coat pocket, offering it to any owl who would do the deed. A rather young looking one, with tannish coloring and a mixture of black and white streaks came swooping down.

"Give it to Narcissa Malfoy." He instructs.

A confirming hoot, the owl obeys and flies right out the frosted skies.

Watching the owl go, Mortimer hoped she wasn't too upset about his decision. What he wrote had actually been very much real. Seeing his grades dwindle down to just an average rank, he wanted to elevate any ongoing suspicion that a problem ever existed.

It was a working progress and frankly, with his wand at hand, he could instantly feel his magic warming his body, right to the touch. It was perfect. Mortimer wanted to keep it that way, for however long possible, he was going to make the most of it. And it starts with his schoolwork. Honestly, he's never felt more focused than he does now.

The small rush, Mortimer leaves the West Tower and trudges through the blanket of snow. Holding himself tight, the wind never stopped blowing, nearly knocking him back, he was able to make it through the piles of gathered snow. Just when he finally made it through the doors, leading him inside, Mortimer shook of the remaining snowflakes on his thickly coat.

Nearly blinded by all the festive lights and gleaming holiday ornaments, some were enchanted to move and dance as he walked closer. In awe, he was amazed at the creativity the staff had gone through in order to produce a wonderful sight. The powerful hitting smells of baked goods and small hints of peppermints filled his nostrils. The cheery holiday scene, adjacent to the warm smells, had Mortimer staring for a couple of minutes.

"They're beautiful, aren't they?"

Turning his head, he found Professor Lupin standing a few feet away. The man certainly gave him the willies, he couldn't describe it. It was as though he was hiding a secret of some kind. Was it a dangerous one? Maybe. There were times after he had felt unwell that the very next day he'd come back with a few small scratches and minor bruising. That's also not to mention the guilt-ridden expression, always breaking in a sweat as if he had done something very wrong.

And while, Mortimer didn't know what to make of him, he remained unbiased. "Yeah... they are."

Putting his hands behind his back, Lupin walks subtly. "I remember when my parents brought home the tree. I was so excited. I would help my father set up the lights, while mother made us infinite amounts of popcorn and hot chocolate. We would end up decorating the entire house by the end."

Bitting the inside of his lip, he puts on a fake smile that was easily accepted. "Sounds like fun."

"It was." Eyeing the glimmering ornament that was shaped into a moving sleigh, Lupin shifts his attention back to Mortimer. "Ah, here I am talking about old traditions when I'm sure you've had plenty of experience. The headmaster mentioned you had a grandmother before moving in with the Malfoy's."

Clearing his throat, he nods, responding with. "I try not to dwell on it too much. The Malfoy's have certainly made their best to ensure that nothing has changed."

The answer was a surprising one, nonetheless, seemed pleased. "Good, very good. I'm glad you're being taken care of. Though, it doesn't explain as to why you've chosen to stay. I thought you'd eager to get away from the horrors of education."

The intrusive thought, Mortimer didn't see the fascination peering at him. Why Professor Lupin felt to ask is anybody's guess. Regardless, the strange vibe he was getting from off-colored man did nothing but further persuade him to keep away. He avoids Lupin's eye gaze, responding nonchalantly. "I was tempted, Professor," A short interlude as he thinks. "As you, and the other teachers already guessed, my grades haven't been up to par with the others. But they were kind enough to give me a little bit of extra work to help boost up my scores."

Taking a step, Mortimer asks. "Speaking of which, if there's anything I can do to help improve my grade, please let me know. I'd hate to fail knowing I didn't try enough."

Minuscular laugh emits from his throat. "That's alright, Mr. Black. You're doing just fine..." A paltry delay. "You look fine as well."

Speaking truthfully, he answers. "I feel fine, better than I have most days."

Folding his arms, Remus offers a final smile. "Yes, well, what ever problems you may have had going, I'm glad to see you're doing better."

"Thank you." Mortimer said at least before deciding to leave. Just as he walked, he suddenly remembers. "Oh shoot," He whispers. Quickly he rotates over his shoulder. "Professor!" He calls, which receives Lupin's attention. "I forgot to thank you... for saving me from the dementors."

Speechless, his eyes widened. Creating a fake cough, he was careful not to show his astonishment. "Getting lost in the forest can be quite consequential. Just thank you cousin for shouting, otherwise, I wouldn't have heard. So don't thank me, I merely did what any other person would do."

Mortimer didn't quite believe that. If such a statement was true, then a lot of people would have banded together to save him from that horrible house. Alas, there was no point to think about it more. It was all in the past, he reminds himself - Never say he was ungrateful. "It's not only the forest I should be thankful - Also for the train, I never thanked you, not really. Believe it or not, the lesson with the Boggart, in a way, it's helped me learn a lot about myself. So..." Pausing, his sincerity showed in his eyes. "Thank you, Professor."

Remus didn't reply, or at least couldn't. As he watched Mortimer depart from the area, he didn't think he would ever show any kind of appreciation, at least not with the name Black attached to him. Yet, the boy insisted of differentiate himself from the other known Blacks. Nonetheless stood there in front of the flickering lights of a brightly lit Christmas Tree. A wonderful gift he did not expect, Remus hoped for Mortimer's sake, he does not stray from the goodness he has surrounded himself in. He was not the only one concerned about the boy's future. It was hard not to stew as he was highly suspicious as to why the darkest wizard of this age had brought a boy such as Mortimer into this world. It was hard to believe. But it also seemed too calculated for it not to be a coincidence. Time will tell of course; Remus will just have to keep an eye out for him. What was more important for him now was to keep Harry safe and that includes keeping him away from Mortimer.

Going inside the slytherin common room, he arrived in silence. There was no one there, aside from two slytherin first year students. They appeared to be good friends as the two boys sat in front the windows that showed the dark and endless abyss of the great lake. Mortimer was instantly reminded about him and Draco. Speaking of which, the blond can could be seen resting on one of the dark leathered couches. His elbows resting on his lap, he was currently engaged in watching Tobey. Weirdly enough, the snake looked as though he was dancing, wiggling from side to side. Draco's dull and bored expression brought out a chuckle from him when he walked towards the two.

"What's going on?" Mortimer said with a smile, removing his hat.

Shrugging, Draco's eyes never leave the reptile's movements. In a monotone voice, he spoke. "I don't know, I was sitting here waiting for you. Your snake began to crawl on top of the table, next thing I know, the worm decides to put on a show."

Parting from his jacket, he tosses it on the side. "Tobey?"

The snake did not listen but kept the lambent pace.

Pitching his voice down, Draco hushes. "Use parseltongue."

Snorting, Mortimer rolled his eyes. "In front first years? No way."

"It's not like they can bloody hear you."

"Pfft- I wouldn't take the chance to either."

A sigh, Draco sat up straight, only to then slump right back down. "Can't believe i'm spending the holiday's shacked up in here."

Watching Tobey, Mortimer bends down. "Did I point my wand to your face and told you to stay? No, no I didn't. I told you to go on without me."

"As if i'd ever leave you alone." Draco growled.

"I wouldn't be alone..." Mortimer began poking Tobey's moving head. "I have Tobey here to keep me company, right buddy?"

Tobey again, doesn't say anything in return.

Draco retorts. "Some company."

Ignoring the whiney remark, Mortimer veers his head back on to the reptile. For a while, he and Draco stared until eventually they turned around at the sound of laughing children. Meeting the eyes of the small younglings, one of them points at Tobey, giggling. "It's doing a funny dance."

Nodding, Mortimer took the time to show them the fascinations of owning such a creature. Grabbing Tobey, the dark snake immediately relaxes around his fingertips, demonstrating his raked sharped teeth and his elastic outstretched body. The expression on the boys' faces became infectious as Mortimer could feel his own lips curving into a smile. Draco, appearing annoyed, didn't say a word but watched as his cousin interacted with the two boys.

Answering their ridiculous questions and even allowing them to pet Tobey. "C'mon Mortimer, they'll be serving dinner soon. We should go."

"Hear that chum and cully, they'll be serving dinner soon. We should go." Mortimer quipped. Getting up from the couch he wraps Tobey around his neck and began to make his way out from the common room. Draco walking alongside him, the two other boys trailed from the behind, talking amidst their own.

Fairly smug and feeling quite humorous, Draco notes. "Taking on first years as apprentices, are we?"

"It's the holidays," He shrugs, peeping over his shoulder. "and they're the only ones here. Besides, their slytherins aren't they? Future contributors, rulers in the making and so on..." He muttered.

"Wonderful Mortimer, just wonderful." If there's one thing Mortimer could easily tell it was when Draco was being sardonic. "Next step in our devious plan, brainwashing."

Rubbing his hands together, Mortimer snickered twistedly. "Yes of course, it wouldn't be conversion without indoctrinating the young minds, while they're still feeble."

Laughing their way to the great hall, their plans on conquering the world was temporary put-on hold, at least for tonight. Going inside the great hall, the sparkling decorations lifted many of their spirits as so few students had stayed behind. Not counting the two other boys from his own house, it was three others and the trio of gryffindors. Tables were still set in fours and nothing else was changed, aside from the number of students. While they chatted, Mortimer's goodwill had begun rubbing off on Draco as the blond slowly involved the two nameless slytherin boys.

It was fun for a while, that is until Draco spoke up, his tone filled with malice. "What's Potter looking at? Is he looking at us? I say we give him something to look at."

To no one's surprise, the spectacled boy and his scandalmongering friends were prying their awful noses at their direction. They probably assumed Mortimer and Draco would be away for holidays. To their disappointment, it was no longer an issue for them. After going through with the boggart, Mortimer was still feeling quite tender from the ordeal, he wasn't much into the winter festivities, and he didn't think he could face his aunt. With her cunning observation skills, and motherly instincts, she was bound to know something had happened during his time away. And she'd do anything to pry it right out of him.

Draco was tempted in to taking out his wand, Mortimer quickly stops Draco. "Leave them, they'll just have to deal with it."

Ignoring, everyone else, Draco made a face that was described as irritation. "Easy for you say. You're practically all buddy-buddy with them lot."

Shoving a spoonful of mashed potatoes, he comments. "Yeah, we're practically inseparable now. Telling secrets and having sleepovers, talking about how much we enjoy being in each other's company. It's all really nice."

Shoving his shoulder, he backs off. "Fine, you made your point and don't start getting smart on me."

Grinning, he was glad to see the blond's face turn flush. It was hard not poke him and get an instant reaction. Feeling a slight tug on his bottom of his sweater, Mortimer went to face one of the small boys, there was excitement in his high pitch voice when he asks. "Can we pet him after dinner?"

Referring to snake neatly tucked underneath his jumper, Mortimer nods. "Only if you show those Gryffindor's, you aren't afraid." Indicating his index finger to Potter. "I'll even let you two hold him."

The two boys shared a curious glance before swirling their eyes on Potter and his other friends. At random, they start sticking their tongues out and looking at their own noses, they started banging the top of their heads, playing them like drums.

Their obscene and foolish faces, they made the funniest of noises that Ron's impulses kick in. Abruptly, he gets up from his seat cause the table to jump and plates to clank. "Why you -"

Both Potter and Granger had held him down before he could get himself in trouble. The expression on Granger's face, it was clear that she was giving the redhead a good scolding. "Honestly Ron, they're just children -" Her words revealed to be useless once the Weasley boy proceeded to raises his voice.

It wasn't hard to hear considering the great hall was practically empty, with so very few students, it was hard not to stare and watch the gryffindor make a fool of himself.

"Brilliant, Mortimer!" Bursting out laughing, Draco watched as Weasley's face turned into a deep velvet color. "Using children to do your work, why didn't I think of it. I can see his veins ready to burst."

He was right. One to match with his own hair, evident by his scarlet face and the sharp glaring daggered stare. Regardless, it did nothing to effect Mortimer, only observed the dissent casts among their faces.

Lowering his eyes to face the two gleaming boys, "Great work Chum, Cully." He praised. "I'll be sure to tell the rest of our mates about your fearlessness."

"I'm fearless?" The smaller looking boy asks again while other one began hopping in his seat.

"Of course." Mortimer replied. "you showed them you aren't scared of them. Just because your small, doesn't mean your useless. You're both two, innocent, adorable children."

"Use that to your advantage." Chimed Draco, sipping on his cup. "It's not like they can beat you up."

"They could." The boy Mortimer had decided to call Chum retorts, frowning a bit.

"You're right, they could." He agrees before adding. "Which is why it's important that you stick together. If one of you is grabbed, the other could always come from behind and tackle them into the ground. There's strength in numbers."

The small stared at one another. Nodding their heads, they seemed to have an understanding.

"Hurray!" The other boy, nicknamed Cully, cheered. "We're fearless!"

"And adorable!" Chum pips up.

When all was said and done, they eventually finish dinner and would later decide to head back to the slytherin common room, spending the last few hours munching on small plates of fudge and watching the fire.

On Christmas day, Mortimer and Draco went downstairs to encounter the brightly lit tree, while still amazing, it wasn't compared to the wonderful sight of presents hidden underneath that got them excited. Aunt Cissy must have sent them, knowing they'd be staying back. Either way, the duo was happy to receive the gargantuan amount of presents that laid before them.

As always, Mortimer received fine tailored clothes and a few enchanted ties that could tie themselves. A few books on lineage and pureblood customs were just among of the gifts he's gained. Luna had sent him a jar of leeches with an instruction card on where to apply them, he assumed it was to remove the nargle infestation inside his head. Ginny had made him a pretty little holiday card with charmed snowflakes. Draco was practically given the same thing, besides getting new quidditch gear, he was also gifted with a set of wizarding chess pieces. Enjoying everything, the atmosphere around the slytherin common room somehow felt warm, compared to the usual void that lingered often.

It all seemed too good to be true. That every single heart warm feeling was simply a ruse, a cover up to an unknown problem. Sitting here and pretending everything was dandy until he'd be hit with a shovel and buried inside a pit of bad news. Their magical bubble to be burst by a sharp unknown force, Mortimer will only have to wait and see what fate brings him next.

Until then, the two would spend the afternoon inside the slytherin common room. Mortimer reading, sipping on a hot cup of coco, Draco laid on the couch with Tobey resting on his stomach, would breathe deeply every now and then. The two other boys that stayed behind were too busy with their own pile of gifts to pay them any mind, could be heard in the background shouting and playing their tinker toys and enchanted trains.

At the holiday feast, the tables in the great hall were set aside so that a single table stood in the middle. Teachers and students alike will all be sitting together to enjoy a hot meal to celebrate a day of giving and unity.

With this in mind, Draco found himself grimacing and clenching his hands together. "I am not sitting with Potter and freaks." He snarled.

Mortimer chuckled at his disdain. "Would you prefer sitting on the floor. I think the rats could certainly use the company."

"Pfft-" He nearly spit out. "Rats would make better company then those lot."

Given his answer, Mortimer shakes his head. "C'mon, it won't be all bad. It's Christmas! Give them the wonderous gift of your presence."

"Quit making fun of me." Draco grumbles, folding his arms.

Laughing, he starts dragging Draco towards the long table. He decides to sit at the end, that way they could avoid, not only the intrusive trio, but Dumbledore as well. Slightly nervous, Mortimer could feel the old man's deep gaze, threatening him with his soft innocent words that weren't so innocent, not to Mortimer. For he knew well how Dumbledore could shift from one persona to another. Seeming kind and generous, to cold and intimidating in seconds.

"Merry Christmas!" Dumbledore said loudly as everyone came in. "With so few of us here, it's rather silly to use house tables. What best to show unity than to break bread and set aside rivalries. Come and sit everyone."

Majority of the school's staff were present, all except for Professor Lupin. The lack of presence, Mortimer was beginning to suspect the man is hiding something.

Taking the end of the table, Mortimer and Draco were able to beat the trio for the spot. Potter and his friends eventually sit in the middl, as they moved, Dumbledore began to offer a wizarding cracker to Professor Snape, who was reluctant to pull.

Silliness aside, the feast commenced with everyone digging in and enjoying every bite.

"How was your Christmas Mortimer?" A question coming from his left, he faces Hermione. "Did you receive anything good?"

Brushing off Draco's scoff, he answers. "Why yes I did." Lifting his fork, "I got some nice books, clothes too..." shoving the food in his mouth, he pays not much thought when Weasley rolled his eyes at him.

"Oh, what kinds if books?" Granger suddenly jumps in her seat, eagerly asking. "If you're interested, we could maybe exchange! And perhaps we could then -"

Draco raises his voice, his objection heard throughout the table. "Just because Mortimer doesn't mind you, doesn't mean you can come squawking in whenever you please. Your aren't his friend... you're a pest."

The insult flinged towards their friend, Harry and Ron wouldn't let the likes of Malfoy treat her in such a manner.

It was enough to rile up the Weasley boy as he gets up from his seat, ready to snap.

However, Mortimer had no intention of indulging another unnecessary squabble. "Potter!" He calls out in interruption. "How were the gifts this year?"

Catching his meaning, he nods before clearing his throat. "Good. . ." His ackward voice responding, attempts to finish. "It was good."

"Anything interesting?" Mortimer continues.

"No, just the usual, I suppose." Harry finishes. At the same time, Hermione instructs Ron to take his seat before they're handed a detention slip.

"Wonderful." Turning over to Draco, "You hear that cousin? Potter is just as bland and boring as us."

Draco was not pleased by his diversion. "You are not helping."

"Ho ho ho!" Dumbeldore chortles in joy. "Look at that, Gyrffindor and Slytherin's all alike coming together to celebrate the joys of a festive yule day. Truly, this is a Christams miracle - Oh! if only the founding founders could be here to see this..."

"I'm sure they'd be thrilled." Professor Snape chimed, though it was meant more in mockery. "Now, you lot..." He growls, daggering at the trio. "I suggest you quit antagonizing everyone before you find yourself feeling not so merry."

The warning in itself caused Weasley to gulp and retreat back down to the table. Eveyone else settled and went back to the feast.

It was quiet for majority of the time they were there. Tobey would peak his head out of Mortimer shirt ever so often. "He stares too much."

Whispering underneath his breath, he appeared as though he was speaking to Draco. "Who?"

"The old man." Venom in his tone, Tobey replies. "Should I attack?"

"No." Mortimer stayed cool and shoved a piece of bread in his mouth.

"Tobey's talking to you again?" Draco asked. Noticing whenever Mortimer began talking to himself, it was usually towards the reptilian creature hiding under the boy's clothes.

"Yes." Responding, he ignores it and kept his eyes on his plate. "I think he's taking his job too seriously."

Raising a brow, he seemed rather preplexed. "You don't have much experience with pets, do you?"

"Consideing where I grew up? Well, no, no I don't."

Hearing Draco sigh had Mortimer wanting to do the same. "It's different for wizards. We're more in touch with what nature has offered us. It's why we're able to understand its creatures." Pointing at Tobey. "If you tell it to do something, it will do it before you can even snap your fingers."

"So, if I tell Tobey to jump of a bridge, you're telling me he'd do it?"

"And he'd do it gladly."

"Is it true?" Tilting his head, Mortimer asks.

Flicking his tongue, he replies. "Point me to the direction, I will obey."

"Did you get your answer?" Draco muttered, lifting his fork he ate quietly.

Mortimer didn't quite like the answer but didn't think much of it as Professor Trelawney came in with her usual suspicious paranoia.

It was all too entertaining when Professor McGonagall and the self-proclaimed mystic exchanged irked glances while they went back and forth. It was clear that McGongall found Trewlaney to be utterly absurd as everyone was forced to listen to her spiritual rambilings about foreseeing potential dangerous, told by her realiable - never wrong - crystal gazing gift.

Ultimately the two finished dinner. Mortimer didn't want to stay any more than Draco, so they decide to turn in for the night.

A loud gasp. "Oh no, dears! Which of you left his seat first?"

Looking at one another, they both shrugged.

"I don't see how that makes a difference." McGonagall pressed her thin lips, her tone cold. "Less there be a mad man wielding an axe, waiting to slaughter the first to exit the entrance hall."

While the two cousins didn't find that idea to be amusing, both Potter and Wealsey could be heard in the background chortling.

"You!" Indicating her pointy finger at Mortimer. "Dear boy... hear voices..." whispering, her eyes grow bigger. "in your head."

Snorting, Mortimer was less than impressed. The whole future gazing thing only increased his skepticism, believing it to be a sham in itself. In contrast, Trelawney's expression told him something differently, there was horror in her expression.

Mortimer wasn't interested in the slightest. "Yeah, it's called having thoughts."

"No no no..." The Professor gets up, nearly hitting the shoulders who sat next to her. "Dark, devious, dishonest. . ."

Dumbledore, chuckles, he gestures the wacky Professor to take her seat, stepping in before Trelawney could say more. He directs his eyes at the boy. "Do not fear Mortimer, an axe-murdering man should be the least of your worries here. Now, low grade test scores... that there children are what every student should be looking out for. Least you find yourself becoming a low wage career worker, wishing you did better in school."

Granger let's out a gasp, her eyes widen when she covers her mouth. Whispering, "Oh no... I think I need to head to the library."

Rotating his neck, Mortimer turns around and leaves. As he walks, Draco asks. "Do you really think someone's hiding behind those doors?"

"Let's find out."

"On second thought, you should go first."

Snickering, Mortimer proceeds to walk while Draco slows down his pace. Making it through the entrance doors, he comes out in one piece. "See? No axe wielding man." Studying the area. "Now quit being a baby."

"You should be more frightened than anyone here." He seethes in response. "You're the one with the target, not me."

Another chuckle, he doesn't look at him when he answers back. "And that's why Tobey is going to protect, won't you pal."

At that moment, Tobey decides to peak out from under his sweater, baring his sharp teeth he releases a hiss.

Draco believed the bloody snake would do anything to protect him. But did he think the serpent will succeed? Maybe not. What damage could a two inch snake possibly do? More likely than anything it'd wriggly around and make those annoying little hisses.

The logical part of his mind was telling him to run off and tell mother. Tell her everything that was happening with her nephew. And yet, he hasn't said a word. The promises he's made, he wouldn't spit at the trust Mortimer has given him. At any rate, he was sure Mortimer will be fine and the attack was merely one of those case of being at the wrong place at the wrong time. At least, that's what he tells himself, it helps him sleep better at night.

Wind blowing against the rough palm trees. He can hear branches and leaves shaking through the forces of nature, crickets and minor bird calls rang above the skies. It was dark again and could barely see a thing as the enviroment that surrounded him was nothing but pitch black. One thing he was very confident about, he was no longer in freezing temperatures of winter in northern Scotland. Quite the opposite in fact, for what his skin felt sultry than chilly, he knew he was back in the strange tropical forest of the unknown country.

Wearing some else's shoes, Mortimer can only watch the grumblings feelings of the nameless entity. Who ever or what ever this thing was, harmless was not the word he'd use to describe. It was hungry, it wanted to feed. There was nothing around it for it to feast on. Except for. . . the small rabbit sitting near an old tree log.

Before the woodland creature could hop away, it fell prey to the starving being who came rushing in full speed, devouring it as if it had been deprived from substances, it showed no signs of restraints while it ate. Mortimer could almost listen and feel the hare's bone crunch. The tearing of the muscle tissues as it chewed on, a savage beast, he growled and breathed heavily.

After it was done, there was nothing left but a couple of patches of fur. Nonetheless, it was still hungry and still very much angry. Where was he ineed and why was Mortimer seeing this now. He felt lost and confused as to what he was seeing. A strange sudden pull, he felt as though he needed to see this, see more as to what could've possessed the events that where happening here.

What more was there to see? Other than watching this outraged shadowy figure roam the humid forest alone and without help, it further growled in frustration. The yells was animalistic, at best, when it commenced its movements again, however this time, it was chasing a deer. No matter the deer's speed, it was no match against the creatures survival will.

A large leap and the deer was as good as dead. Just like the rest of the world will be when he gathers his strength and returns back to those who stupidly thought otherwise.

They were all going to pay.

Waking up, his eyes abrutply open, flicking them around. Certain he was no longer dreaming, he slowly sits up to find Draco still sound asleep.

Usually, Draco is the one to wake up first, meaning it was early in the morning. Realizing this, he dresses himself and thought perhaps taking a quick stroll in the courtyard would help take his mind of from whatever dream that was.

Loud crunching noises with each tread through the snow, Mortimer made it about half across of the courtyard. He stops only to look up at the trinkling ice falling above, he feels at peace that he closes his eyes to savior the cold. It was one of the few things he enjoyed, being outside, he couldn't stand the thought of being cooped up inside. The long amount of time, he'd slowly go mad if he didn't at least get a little bit of air. There was something liberating about the outdoors. Regardless of weather, he just wanted to be outside, to feel the sweet air gently coming into contact with his skin.

"Go inside, Master, it's freezing out here." Tobey shivered under Mortimer's coat.

"In a minute." He replies with his eyes still closed. "I just need some air."

"It isn't safe."

There was a long huff of breath, "There's no one here." feeling the cool wind.

"There is." Tobey answers, very assured in his answer.

That quickly caught his attention, finally opening his eyes. "Where?"

Flicking his tongue for a few seconds, Tobey peaks out. "Behind you."

Looking over his shoulder, he was surprised to find Dumbledore watching him. Once the old man realized Mortimer took note of him, he offers a warm smile, but the boy brushes any sort of greeting. "You followed me."

"I did."

"Why?" Tilting his head, he could hear Tobey fizzing behind his ear, telling him to go inside and leave the old man. Out of curiosity, Mortimer remains in his spot, observing Dumbledore when he takes a few steps close.

Dumbledore doesn't bother to respond, alternatively, he too looks at the sky, smiling to himself. "Winter sure does have its moments. For me, it often makes me recall certain moments of my life, wondering if I've made the right choices. Could I've something different? Would the outcome be better? Worse?" A chuckle, he rubs his chin. "I can see it is the same for you as well."

A harsh breeze hits the two figures standing.

Dumbledore, remaining glued, was not affected, other than his robes that were pressed back. At the same time, Mortimer shields his face, closing his eyes as he was nearly pushed by the cold breath of air.

Mortimer narrowed his eyes and gaze up at the old man, his voice was calm. "You could say that... It also makes for great scenery too."

"It does, doesn't it?"

The placid cast on his wrinkled face, it was a sneaking reminder that Mortimer had blight and unforeseen haps, though admittedly not without assistance of fate. Though carrying a cold-blooded reptile underneath his clothes, he had not allowed himself to be lost to the more mainly acts of instincts. For some unknown reason, his breathing became increasingly hard. The very same itch. An urge of annoyance, the more he stared. Mortimer wanted to rip away that stupid smile of his, teach him a lesson on cruelty. Mortimer could do worse than any other wizard could think of and not hesitate, he just needed an opportunity.

"Is everything alright?"

Blinking, he suddenly remembers he was back at the courtyard. "Y-Yes." Swallowing down his throat, he says. "Was there something I could help you with?"

Pursing his mouth, Dumbledore speaks through another set of howling wind. "Now that you've mentioned it... Why yes. There is something I wished to discuss with you." He assesses. "In regard to Sirius Black. You were so quick to shut me away, I didn't get the chance to ask, any particular reason as to why he would come after you?"

Peering right, he tries to think. Even now, he was still unable to answer, because there wasn't a reason at all. They've never met, spoken. He didn't believe Sirius knew he existed since the encounter happened. There wasn't any particular reason as to why he'd invest his time trying to capture him when no benefit was gained.

Honestly speaking, he could see his own breath as he spoke. "No..." Forehead puckering in concentration, Dumbledore could tell he was getting agitated. "I can't come up with anything - I didn't even know he knew I existed."

"He attacked you, correct?"

"Yes. Again, I wouldn't know. I thought he'd bow and proclaim his loyalty, or something dramatic of the sort. Being the son of whatever dark lord, he followed."

Dumbledore stares further beyond at the grey sky, holding his head high. "You'd think so, given his actions. Yet, somehow, you were instead treated as an enemy."

"Exactly.'" Mortimer fought back a withdrawn breath at the response. "It makes no sense. How would he have known I was there anyways or know anything about me for that matter."

The old man's eyes glinted but there was no encouragement behind his words, none that satisfied the boy. "The answer to that my boy would be the 'Who' in this situation."

"Who?"

"Perhaps the one responsible was the only other person to know of your existence. The very witch that birthed you."

Clearing his throat, Mortimer stood there in silence. A small whistle of wind fanning his floppy hat. Dumbledore could see the boy gripping his hands together in a fit of fury. He opens his mouth to speak, the anger in his expression. "Are you saying Bellatrix, Bellatrix Lestrange, the craziest witch in the world... deliberately told Black that I was here?"

"It is only a guess." Composedly, Dumbledore placed his hands behind his back. "But you are right about her - Azkaban often leaves their victims unhinged - putting it mildly - different from the person they use to be and maybe, your mother fell through the same as the rest. Given who your father is, she might have felt the need to 'show off', so to speak." There was a short pause, peering at Mortimer, who was listening to every word. "It is unfortunate that her greatest achievement was creating you."

Was that supposed to be an insult? Mortimer was unsure whether he should take offense to that. Given the circumstances, maybe it was. It was because of him that a part of Tom still lingered. The blood that courses through him carried centuries up centuries of old ancestry, witches and wizards that came before him came together through genetics to create him. Everything he's heard relating to his mother was often censored, described vaguely as to not show her in a bad light. What, did they think it would hurt his feelings? That he couldn't handle it? It annoyed him that they thought little of him. Everyone knew his mother was a terrible person, very rotten. She deserved to be in Azkaban, along with his followers. However, it didn't change the fact he was now in danger because of her arrogance. Because of her fat mouth, she had potentially sold him out to the murderous Black.

It didn't explain why he was the sudden target. If Black was a supporter, why attack? Why not take him on as a portege, like his father would have wanted? Mortimer didn't think he would ever hate someone he's never met. But here he was standing before Dumbledore, wishing his mother would join the unfortunate victims on the other side of the veil. "So what are you going to do about it? I've kept my mouth shut about everything because I thought you'd do something about it. But all you've done is lock yourself in your office and waste time. Sirius Black is still out there and he's going to hurt someone if you don't do anything about it."

"Your reaction is very understandable, my dear boy. It is not easy getting over traumatic events." Dumbledore brushes the glare Mortimer sent his way at the mention of Black. "Understand, I am doing everything I can to ensure every student is safe, you need not worry. If I don't catch him, I'm confident the dementors will."

"Then why haven't you gone after him? Why are we all standing here, pretending nothing is wrong when there clearly is a problem."

"I will not leave school property for a wild goose chase, Mortimer." The pitch of his voice quite serious, he stares down at the boy. "Sirius Black will not harm anyone else."

"Just me, right?" Mortimer said loudly, his teeth visible from where the old man stood.

The boy's anger visible, Dumbledore doesn't react to it. In fact, he doesn't respond at all. He merely stares at the beauty of snow as it rains down beneath them.

His silent response made Mortimer think that may very well be the plan. Am I some kind of bait? Mortimer thought. And that's when it hit him, a chuckle escaping his lips. The idea was ridiculous. However, was very much inclined towards it.

If Dumbledore wasn't going to do anything, then he guessed Mortimer will have to do it himself. That old saying, if you want something done, you got to do it yourself. And that's what he planned on doing. This upcoming season, he'll wait patiently. Should Black ever show his face, Mortimer is willing to do anything to ensure Black never leaves.

Curving to another thought, Mortimer asks. "And what does Potter have to do with Black?"

There was a moment of stillness as the snow trickled down. For a while neither said a word, a challenge of some kind when Mortimer waits composedly, letting the bitter chill bluster against their bodies.

Tilting his head, Dumbledore answers. "Now, where did that question come from?"

"Stop it." Mortimer almost snaps. "You know what I'm talking about. The whole school knows Black tried breaking into the gryffindor common room." The cold air exposing his breathe as he speaks in frustration. "And because Potter is the great and powerful chosen one..." sardonically he puts fingers in quotes. "we can all assume he was after him. So tell me."

"No." Dumbledore responds with a smile.

The blunt in tone, Mortimer was stunned. "No? What do you mean no?" His hands tightened.

"I mean, no." He repeats. Shaking his head, he goes further by saying. "While I do understand your curiosity, it does not mean you are warranted a response. It is personal subject matter that does not concern you, so I ask you leave it."

Fine. If Dumbledore was going to be difficult then there was no point in discussimg things beyond the line. As they stared at each other, Mortimer stops to think, to come up with a plan that would ensure Sirius Black's capture. Again, if the old man wasn't willing to help him, then certain measures are going to have to be made. With or without him, he was going to make Black regret ever going after him.

"I understand, Sir." Mortimer said coolly, cracking his neck in the process. "I'll entrust you with the matter." Offering him a smile, he starts to shift around. "I guess I'll be heading back. Draco will be wondering where I've gone. Pleasant morning Headmaster."

His posture collected and unburdened by the expected apprehension counter Dumbledore was used to. It was suspicious... and somehow familiar. "To you as well, my dear boy."

Watching Mortimer go, there was nothing Dumbledore could do or say at the moment that would somehow convince Mortimer he was not an enemy. There was no denying the boys distrustful behavior towards him. In some way, he couldn't fault him for it. Yet it was all necessary. The less he knows, the better. For Mortimer was not ready to hear to the truth, the reality of things and what he will need to do when the time comes. Mortimer is just one part of the many components in this war. Unfortunate too, the trials Mortimer will face can determine the kind of person he'll grow up to be.

One last look in the silent sky, Dumbledore watches the the beauty in nature. It was all about faith, he supposed. And that's what he will continue to do while Mortimer remains here, having faith in the boy's choices is important. He will not make the same mistake again, not in this life.

With the holiday's over and the new year arriving, students flocked back to the school. A short celebratory week was now gone and back they were with books at hand.

As Mortimer drew near the great hall, he suddenly found himself wrapped around thin small arms. He was taken aback at the gesture when he realizes it was Luna. "It worked, didn't it?"

"Did what work?"

Inspecting his appearence, she squints. "The leeches, they removed the nargles. I can tell."

Raising a curious brow, he wonders. "And how exactly can you tell."

"You look healthier, happy too - You don't appear as horrible as use to be."

"Thank you. That means a lot." Gently speaking, he was smiling a bit just as she releases him.

"Yes. Now, we can return to doing more fun things, like visiting the grounds keeper."

"The grounds keeper?" Bopping his head, he frowns. Did she mean the giant? "Why the grounds keeper?"

"Well duh -" She rolls her eyes at him as if the answer had been obvious. "to visit him of course. He invited me to feed his dog after the terrible fright he went through. He thinks fang could use some support." Leaning closer, she whispers in secret. "I also think Hagrid could use some too."

The guilt suddenly hits him. Remembering about the incident with the hypogriff and Draco writing to his father about it. It was only matter of time before his words would come into effect. By Luna's statement, his days as being a Professor were counting down.

"Sure, i'll go."

"Great!" Luna cheers. She runs off into the hallways before disappearing all together.

It was nice to know she hadn't completely lost her mind during the holidays.

"You seem rather chipper."

The familiar voice, Mortimer grins. "Why wouldn't I? The holiday's are over with and they're all miserable once again. Of course i'm chipper. How about you? Was your holiday just as great as mine was." He finally turns to see Ginny.

"Oh yes, spending it with my over bearing parents and equally annoying brothers sure does make the season more life fullfilling." Ginny joked. "I hope it wasn't too bad at your end..." She said in quiet tone. "The last time I saw you, you looked like death. I was worried, especially when Malfoy womped you straight in the nose."

"Don't think too much about it. I'm fine... Everything is fine." Mortimer muttered, his gaze doing down as he speaks. "We can talk about it later..."

Raising a brow, Ginny seemed to have caught on and instead smiled. "Away from nosy gryffindors?"

"I'm glad you understand." Mortimer nods, chuckling at the same time. "It's complicated and frankly, too long to discuss in the middle of the hallway."

"Guess that means we'll have to catch up later?" There was a smidge of hope in her question.

And Mortimer couldn't refuse. "Yeah, I guess so."

Waving goodbye, Ginny runs in haste, afraid she might be late for next class. Mortimer, noticing the time, starts hurrying as well.

As he speed walks, he dodges a few bodies that pass by him. Turning the left corner, he approaches the another long corridor, it felt like minutes went by once he reaches the end.

Approaching the entrance into Transfiguration class, Mortimer took his usual seat in the front. Unlike him, many of the students sat in back to get away from McGonagall's view. Despite her being the head of the Gryffindor house, she can at times be intimidating. Coming from personal experience, Mortimer could testify the iron fist she wielded in her classroom. Normally, he'd follow the crowd and hide but today was different. He felt different, in a good way, he was both eager amd excited to start class. The magic that practically oozed from his wand l, begged to be used, and it was enough to make him feel confident, he was ready to use his wand again.

As they waited for McGonagall to arrive, Mortimer sat back in relaxation. Counting the seconds, he closes his eyes and he does, he could see the strange forestlands of the unknown coutry side. This time, he couldn't hear anything, as an observer he was only able to see the vast amount of vineyard trees and wooded animals that would run away as the figure pranced and roamed the humid environment.

Mortimer understood nothing of it. He didn't know what or who this bizzare embodiment shape was, nor the reason why he was seeing this. What did it all mean?

"Mortimer?"

A groan, hoping this was simply part of the dream he was hearing and not the figments of reality.

Cautiously, he opens one eye. His vision, shortly a blur, comes together to show Potter leaning forward on his desk. His intruding bright green eyes hidden behind his round glasses became overbearing, Mortimer had to shut his own to restrain himself from sending the gryffindor off.

"Are you ok?" Another concerned voice that could very well belong to Hermione.

"What do you guys want now?" Asked Mortimer as he puts his hands behind his crop head.

"Actually..." Harry responds, though he sounds reluctant. Nevertheless, continued by asking. "We were wondering about what Trelawney said at the feast."

Opening his eyes, he stared directly at the two meddlesome gryffindor's. Hermione was just as doubtful as Mortimer was. Potter, however, appeared to believe the kooky Professor. "What? About the voices? Yeah, sure, I hear voices..."

"You do?" Harry almost let's out a gasp. Hermione was taken aback as well as her face becomes serious.

Nodding, he sits up, straightening his shoulders. "Yeah.." His eyes become intense. "and right now they're telling me to sock you right in the face for asking stupid questions - Voices in my head? Really? You're really going to believe that old loon locked up in the North Tower?"

Harry rolling his eyes, shakes his head at the threat.

"Thank you!" Said Hermione, looking annoyed, "See? I told you Harry." she turns to Mortimer, apologetic. "Harry seems to take Trelawney's words to heart."

"I didn't say that!" Harry defended. "I just think. . . that perhaps she, may or may not, be on to something. You have to admit Mortimer, strange things have been going on around here."

Nodding, Mortimer couldn't deny. "True. Then again, something is always going on around this school. Maybe it's cursed... or maybe it's you Potter."

"Me?" Offended, Harry's tone came across as near anger.

Mortimer was unaffected by the reaction and went on. "Yeah. From what I've heard. Never in this school's history has a troll broken into the school, a basilisk petrifying students AND a mass murdering criminal breaking into dorms. . . That is until you came along. So, tell me, Potter, who's really the danger?"

At that, the two become quiet.

Hermione's expression was solemn, for her friend, she wasn't sure if what Mortimer was saying was meant to hurt him. When Harry didn't offer a counter, Hermione spoke up. "He isn't to blame..." Quietly, retorting when she frowns. "He never asked for any of it to happen. It isn't his fault."

A weak answer, Mortimer folded his arms, sitting back. "It never is. God forbid, the great and powerful Harry Potter, would ever make a mistake - It's unheard of."

"You made your point." Said Harry, raising his voice, his hands clenched. "Then again, your no different."

Raising his eyebrow, Mortimer had to tilt his head, unsure where he was going with this thought. "Aren't I?" He challenged. What could he possibly know that would make Potter think this way.

"No. The difference is, you're better at hiding it." Harry said, his gaze never leaving the slytherin. "I don't what it is, but you're hiding something, something terrible, a secret. A secret that will change how everyone sees you, that's why you're quiet, why you don't make yourself known. You wouldn't want people to notice you and start digging your past."

"Maybe you're right. Maybe I am hiding something. The thing is, it's not me who's afraid, it's everyone else that is. I could come out with the truth, but in the end, who's to say they'd handle it any better? They'd like to see me as some innocent boy who can't do harm, they don't want to see me in a bad light. They'd be in denial and say 'Him? no not him - he'd never...' Truth is often covered by denial, they hate hearing the truth, they'd all like to pretend the world is some magical place where people are good. But that's far from the truth, it's a terrible place, filled with equally terrible people. Even those who are supposedly 'good' hide a part of themselves, some more than others." He couldn't help but smile, a smirk that made the pair feel uneasy. "Take Dumbledore for example, do you honestly think someone of his status hasn't broken a few eggs to get as where he is today?"

Hermione didn't comment, falling into silence.

Harry refuses to back down, in a fit of anger, he clenches his hands and says in rough voice. "You don't know him."

"And you do?" Mortimer had to hold in his laughter, the denial spewing off the gryffindor made for great entertainment. "If you think Dumbledore's never made a mistake his entire life, than you're only fooling yourself." Another taught plays around his head. "Look at Sirius Black. He was in Gryffindor, was he not? House for only the bravest - Daring, nerve and chivalry..." Eyeing the steam coming from Potter's ears. "short tempered. . ." He pauses, the smile never leaves his face. " The glory he was seeking came in form of burning bodies and destruction, all that will lead him to you." He finished with glowing eyes.

Met with their wordless reaction, the two gryffindor were unresponsive at first. Regardless, their small faces told something different. They were filled with different kinds of emotions, conveying the true nature of what they were thinking. Hermione's somber cast, she lowers her eyes as she was trapped with her own thoughts. Harry stood out as more than just anger, these emotions Mortimer had felt in one life or another. Revenge came to mind, retribution and damn bloody thirsty, Potter was out for vengeance. Vengeance against the man who would one day betray the trust of his once beloved friend, those who've come to know him, will hate him for it.

"Did Draco ever tell you?" Harry mutters out, lowering his stare. "He was my Godfather."

At which point, Mortimer purses his lips. Truthfully, no. While Draco despised Potter with every fiber of his being, they hardly ever spoke of him. Mortimer's own problems were the cause of Draco's distraction when it came to his usual rants against the chosen one. Nonetheless, he was unaware of the connection between the older Black and Potter. The admission alone, it now made sense as to why Sirius tried breaking into the gryffindor common room. In spite of everything that's happened to him, Mortimer has yet to understand why he was attack in dungeons, why was Sirius after him, when clearly, he was after Potter as well. Did Sirius somehow get them confused? Did he think he was Potter? Or was it the other way around? It confused him beyond belief and frustrated him as Harry watched in observation.

Dropping the smile he was once held, the response came in a whispered tone. "No, he didn't. As I've said many times before... you're not that important." A miniscule of second passes. "But no. I didn't know. I can see why you're peeved. To be honest, I'd be too."

Harry was surprised at that, he no longer glaring at him. "You would?"

"Of course." Mortimer nodded, cracking his neck he goes on. "Anyone would if they'd found out a close family member, or friend, betrayed you. In your case, he's the reason why you have no parents. Why you'll never get to know them, know if they'd loved you, held you, cared for you. It's honestly sad really."

"You're making fun of me." Harry growled.

"I'm not." Mortimer said almost instantly. He spoke from within, "I understand your anger. You want to repay him for what he took from you."

Harry stood quiet, thinking about it. "What would you do?"

The answer came almost naturally, mostly because these were things he's already planned since the attack. "I'd go after him. I'd kill him myself."

Hermione has heard enough, her eyes widened. "Stop it you two!" She hisses, nearly drawing attention to them. "Mortimer what you're saying, it-it's crazy. There's no way Harry would ever consider such a thing, right Harry?" She moves her head to face Potter.

When Harry didn't say anything, Hermione was shocked, taking a step back. "Harry?"

His emerald eyes didn't leave Mortimer's own dark one's. He could honestly say he was just as surprised as Hermione when Potter said. "How?"

Pretending that Granger wasn't in the room, Mortimer leaned forward in his desk, his voice soft and emotionless. "Lure and trap. Though, it requires patience. A kill such as this, needs a good plan and excellent timing. You only get one shot at the target, so it's best not to miss."

Nodding, Harry takes a step back. Scanning the classroom, he was makes sure no one's hearing. There was a sense of comfort in his face, the kind of comfort to know he wasn't alone. For some odd reason, Harry found peace in Mortimer's advice. Maybe Potter has finally opened his eyes and see how the world truly is. It almost brought a smile on to his face.

"Mortimer. . ." Hermione appeared disheartened.

As she was preparing her full-blown lecture on ethic and human morals, she was abruptly interrupted by Professor McGonagall's presence. "Pardon the delay, Weasley's running wildly again... Any who, we'll begin today's class reviewing our previous lesson of the Felifors Spell..."

At her command, Hermione and Harry walked away from Mortimer, taking their seats. Their eyes didn't leave Mortimer for majority of the time they were there. He could tell, every now and then, they share a look amongst each other before turning back towards the slytherin. He didn't pay them much mind, focusing on his own work, he was proud to say the dread no longer resided his thoughts, instead the magic he craved emerged right out of his wand.

His cauldron meowed as it transformed into the feline it was supposed to be. Overjoyed and pleased with his work, all he had to worry about now was, how in the world was he going to capture Sirius Black.