School Year 1988-1989
This Chapter mostly takes place in the UK. So the perspectives you'll be seeing will be Arcturus, Minvera, Cyrus, and Sirius
In this chapter we will be getting the backstory of house Greengrass, and I hope you enjoy what I decided to go with for the family. And there will be information on House Greengrass at the end of the story as well, like how I did with House Potter and Black in former chapters.
THANK YOU ALPRAZ AND NANU FOR EDITING AND HELPING WITH THE STORY
MATURE CONTENT AHEAD
Mention of Rape
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Hogwarts
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She was risking her career and possible life if Albus returned from the ICW, and Minevra didn't care. The Deputy Headmaster had only one goal as she snuck around the Headmaster's office, searching for anything that could help in pointing out that the owner of the office was guilty.
Minevra also knew that there was little hope or chance that Albus would keep something out in the open for someone to find. Opening the drawers of the Headmaster's desk and finding nothing but the usual, letters, quills, ink and a few books. Closing them, the aged witch looked around and released a sigh at the utter hopelessness that be held her. Looking around the office, her eyes flew over the little instruments she had no idea what they did or used for. Taking her attention away from the shelves and desks, Minevra found herself looking at the portraits of the former Headmasters, all of whom didn't seem to be bothered by her presence.
Honestly, Minerva was grateful for that, and she only had Albus to thank. It seems all of them had a hatred for the current Headmaster, and she couldn't blame them. However as she looked at them, an idea came to mind, and one that might help her find what she's looking for.
"Excuse me." The Deputy Headmaster called out, and she was a bit surprised when all of their eyes went to her. "I was hoping you might be able to help me find something. I know I can't give you anything, however I promise that whatever information you can give me, won't go forgotten."
Silence followed her request, and Minevra watched as the portraits mumbles amongst themselves. However that was when the elder witch's magic fluctuated, giving her the feeling that she dreaded, Albus had returned. Clicking her tongue, Minevra casted a disillusionment charm, knowing that it won't do anything in the slightest but still had to at least hope it'll work.
"Deputy, Minerva McGonagall." A voice from one of the portraits called out, knowing that she was invisible but still wanted to help. Looking over to the owner, and found the former Headmaster, the one that was Headmaster when she was a student, Armando Dippet. "I know you are still around dear girl, and we understand why you casted the spell on yourself, we can feel his arrival as well. However, we've decided to help you with what we know., and that is on the second shelf on the right side there's a false trinket. It's a lever to open a small compartment, and in it is a cloak that arrived here around November in 1981."
With this information she got to work, picking up and putting down everything where it was, if proven to be what she wasn't looking for. Finally, after a few hurried attempts she grabbed the lever and pulled it, not caring what it looked like, and just as the portrait said a hidden door opened. What she found inside filled the Deputy Headmaster with unadulterated anger and rage.
Picking the item up it felt just as it was when she last felt it, as if she was holding a feather and as if water was flowing between her fingers. The Cloak of Invisibility, that was what James called it when she caught him with it. Within seconds Minerva's vision turned red, knowing that Lord Potter has been searching everywhere for this since her godson passed. It was a Potter Family Heirloom, meaning no one but the Potters could use it and if it was found in someone else's possession, it was an act of war against the Family.
Taking deep breaths, Minerva felt for Albus's magic and found it already coming up the stairs. Quickly closing the hidden door and casting a silent spell, she vanished from the office with an apparition. 'I must get in contact with Lord Potter, and tell him about what I've found and find a way to return this to him without letting Albus know about it.' With a new school year coming in a few days, she only had a limited amount of time left and without knowing where the Black Manor is, the elder witch had no way to get in contact with the Lord.
Releasing a sigh, she went about her office, finding a place to hide the cloak until she could think of a way to return the cloak to its rightful owner. Finding a temporary hiding place, Minerva went to her desk and began writing a letter to a dear friend, hoping for Augusta to help her in any way she could.
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Greengrass Villa
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"I'll be sending you to the temporary magical school in Sweden until the Hogwarts letter arrives." He said as he put his Vice Head Unspeakable uniform on, throwing the pure gray cloak over his head, and over his beige suit. "I trust that you will behave and act as a heiress to our family, and not tarnish our family's name, especially before our founding family."
Turning around Cyrus looked into the mismatched eyes of his eldest daughter, and saw annoyance and anger in them. He knew that he didn't have to add the latter, because Daphne was the ideal heir or heiress of a Noble and Ancient Family. Not once has she disrespected their house or shown that they were the blood purists his uncle, the former Lord Greengrass, made them out to be.
"You don't need to tell me that Father. Have I not proven myself?" His daughter replied with an icy and vexed expression on her masterly crafted face. But even if she spent a hundred years, Cyrus could always tell what Daphne was thinking, or what she was feeling.
"No that isn't what I'm saying, you are the ideal heir for a family such as House Greengrass." The lord said sitting at his desk, with his uniform prepared to leave when the discussion was done. "Daphne, you must understand that our founding family, the original Växthusgräs Familjer(Greengrass Family in Swedish), doesn't have a high opinion on this family because of my uncle, the former lord. He destroyed the bond between our founder family and this branch."
At this reclamation he watched as interest and confusion grew on his daughter's face. Releasing a sigh, already knowing what he got himself into by bringing up one of Daphne's favourite subjects. Taking out his silver Ravenclaw, his Hogwarts House, branded pocket watch, and saw he had a bit of time to spare. He also hoped Lord Potter, his boss, could understand his tardiness.
Gesturing to the chair before him and a snap of his fingers, 2 cups of muggle brand black tea, Tick Took. "As you know, the Greengrass Lord before me was my uncle, Lord Wilfred Greengrass. But what you don't know is that he was supposed to be a Lord Apparent until I came of age. My father died young from the Dragon Pox, and at that time I was but a babe, making it so I couldn't be named Lord. So my uncle took my place until 1978." He took a sip of the mug, enjoying the flavor, texture and the warmth that filled his body.
Cyrus looked to his daughter, who'd already finished her tea and was now enjoying some vanilla ice cream. He chuckled at the sight, knowing that Daphne had a horrible addiction to the cold treat. And he chuckled again when his heiress looked at him with annoyed expression, telling him to continue where he left off.
Taking another sip and a glance at the cloak to his right, he continued. "Every family is one of the 3 ideological, Dark, Light and Gray, and as every family has, there has been a handful that strayed their beliefs and values. Such as the House Black, the family has always been one of the strongest Dark families, but once in every five decades they have a member who doesn't see their views such as Sirius Black. For this family my uncle was the one that drifted away from the Gray ideology of our house." At this he looked to the portrait behind the Lord's desk, the location where the pior Lord's picture stood. "When he was lord he favored He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, giving them aid during the Wizarding War. In the process, Lord Wilfred destroyed the bond between our family and our fellow branch families and especially our founding family, in the way of trying to attack them, desiring to kill the heirs and lords. However thankfully he never succeeded, for I have killed him before he could do any harm."
A long silence followed, Cyrus needing a break not only to take a drink but because memories of that moment came flowing to the forefront of his mind. That day, more like a week, was the worst for Cyrus and Roxanne, as the ancestral villa was the base of the Death Eaters during that time, their last one had fallen to Albus Dumbledore and his allies. So his home, the home his ancestors built and lived under, was roofing a vile group of rapists, sociopaths, murders and pure blood bigots.
Cyrus had to watch as innocents were dragged through these halls, some being the toys of the men his uncle housed, and some screaming as they were being raped and then murdured. His home was being vandalized and viled, and all he could do was watch this, for he had no power even being heir to the family, because of how far his uncle's manipulation went.
However a few days later when all the higher ups of the Death Eater were out torturing and killing, the Greengrass barriers fell and as a horde of Aurors lead by none other than Auror Captain James Potter. In the chaos of red and green spells, he and Roxanne ran and hid, not wanting to be caught in the crossfire. While his wife hid, he left to the lord solar, to where his uncle would be and found Lord Wilfred standing over the hunched over naked and twitching body of his mother.
At that moment all the current Lord saw was red, as his blood boiled and rage filled him, and before Cyrus could stop himself, his wand was pointing ahead him and a silent killing curse left his lips, and in the matter of seconds the body of the man who allowed his home to viled, hit the floor dead. And the only witness was the leader of the invading forces, James Potter, who held his own wand in front of him and was ready to cast any spells if Cyrus tried anything.
Ignoring the Auror Captain, and dropping his wand, he ran to his mother's body, letting her down from the once lord's desk, and when he saw her mismatched eyes(Cyrus Mother, she has the same trait as Daphne but with cyan blue and navy blue) tears flew from his eyes. Not once did he leave his mother's side, and it wasn't until he was forced away by the raiding party who dragged, chained and sent him to prison.
Unknown to Cyrus he was telling the story to his daughter who was staring at him with an emotionless expression, as he remembered it and as it flew to the forefront of his mind. "It wasn't until a few months later when my trial came, where I was put before the Wizengamot and await my sentence. I waited in silence, watching as they contemplated what I did, and as it went all of my uncle's crimes were placed onto me, as I was his heir. During this time the Wizengamont was at its highest in corruption and bribery, everyone who had a powerful name and power itself had the most power in the government." At this a memory of a man with bird nested haired hazelnut brown eyes came to the front of his mind. "After all I heard and not being heard out, I was honestly expecting to spend the rest of my life in Azkaban or even get the 'Kiss'."
Sipping the cooling tea, the Greengrass Lord looked to the clock and found that he's going to be late for work. Snapping his finger, his mug was refilled thanks to the house elves. "However before my sentence could be called out, an unexpected surprise occurred in the form of the Potter Heir at that time stepping forward in my defense. Heir James stood and proved my innocence, telling them that after a long tedious process I had no hand in what my uncle did and that my use of the Unforgivable was in defense and in protection of my mother. After that I was sent home, and for reparations for my Uncle's crimes, half of the family's wealth was given to "lost families" and "war orphans"."
Cyrus couldn't help but snort at that, adding what the muggles called air quotes to the last four words. "But I knew that was bollocks. My family's wealth went to fill the vaults of other families, and after some research most of it went into the vaults belonging to the Noble House Malfoy." When he learned of this it made him bitter, knowing that his family's wealth went to the worst possible family. "When I was named Lord, I learned how far my predecessor's scams and evil went and since then I've been trying my best to rebuild the Greengrass Family's reputation, and after the last decade or so, I've succeeded in all but fixing the bonds with the whole of the Greengrass families."
Looking to Daphne he found that his daughter had finished her frozen treat, and looking at her lap, all the while she looked like the Heiress to a Most Noble and Ancient Family. Smiling, he stood up after finishing his tea and stood beside his daughter and placed his hand on Daphne's shoulder, his icy blue pools looking into his Heiress mismatched icy and lapis blue eyes.
"That is why I told you what to expect from you when you are in Sweden. I know the school is not as prestigious as the 7 Major Magical Schools, but I'm hoping that you can mend our relationship with our founding family and from there fix what my uncle destroyed." Cyrus knelt down on one knee and placed his other hand on Daphne's other shoulder. "I'm trusting you with a very important quest and I know you will be capable of doing it, you've proven to me that you can and will succeed."
His daughter's cheek pinked at his praise and he couldn't help but laugh as his heir slapped away his hands and crossed her arms. "Ya? Well I already knew that and you didn't have to tell me that." Daphne made her way to the door. "I'm leaving stupid father. I need to pack up for Sweden as you told me."
With the click of the door closing Lord Greengrass felt his eldest daughter leaving for her room. Chuckling again he stood and left for his job, already expecting to get an earful from Lord Potter for his tardiness.
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Black Manor
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The manor was quiet, Sirius having gone to the Ministry in hopes to get his job back and Regulus having gone to St Mungos, under a spell to hide his identity until he gets to the family doctor, in hopes to find prosthetic limbs to replace his missing ones. With the two other residents gone, it left Arcturus to think about the house and its future. The conversation a few days ago came to the forefront of his mind and what Sirius said.
"Hadrian James Potter-Black… it doesn't have that bad of a ring to it." He said out loud with a chuckle as he looked out the window behind his desk.
The boy was the best option, he was nobody's pawn, he was young and handsome, and he's destined to have strong allies. The only problem there was, is that he has Black blood that came from his generation, meaning what Regulus said during the family meeting was in fact true. However this wasn't a problem to the family, but to the public, cause even if he pointed to the exact member that Hadrian gets the Black blood from, the nobles would use it as a weakness and would try to find a way to keep it from going to his desired Heir, probably Young Draco so the boy's father could finally get his corrupted hands on the Black Family and Wealth.
This issue also wasn't a hard fix, the solution was to marry a member who's closer to his age. To his relief and satisfaction, the solution was already offered in the form of Andy's proposal on a Marriage Contract between young Nymphadora and Hadrian. However with the latter being in America for education, they'd have to wait until the young heir returns, and not only that but Arcturus was still waiting on an approval reply from his dear friend and fellow Lord, on the acceptance of the contract being made.
The Black Lord knew that the man was still in the manor from not only did he feel his old friend's magic but also because Mikael was still here, and if the young house elf was still in the manor working then that would mean Charlus was still here.
Shaking his head Arcturus looked back to his desk and thought of the other matters of his family. With Sirius and Regulus back, the potential to gain more allies grew in the way of betrothal contracts and alliances. With both being adults, it was about damn time they married for the families sake. And with the Black Grimoire safe and secured, for when Young Hadrian took up the position of Heir, the only thing they had to do now is strengthen the already established alliances the family had and make new ones.
Lord Black's attention was taken away from his thoughts by the fireplace in his solar, knowing it was a floo call, the aged wizard answered it after making his way to it. Noticing it was Bloodaxe, he immediately knew something was up, the only time the Black Account Manager would ever come to him was if something was up. Remember what had happened moons ago, Arcturus could only assume it was something from the LeStrange vault.
"Lord Black, you look as old as ever." The goblin said in his usual manner, which wasn't surprising to him, but after the quick wit Bloodaxe continued, knowing that he hated to waste time. "We have something here that might be of interest to you. It came during the transfer process between the LeStrange Vault, and the artifact has some interesting dark magic attached to it."
Indeed he was interested, and after telling the Account Manager that he'd be right there, Arcturus prepared to leave, grabbing his cane, robe, a cap and lastly an ancient book from his office's library. Apparating off the Black Lands, he appeared in one of the side alleys closest to Gringotts and began the haste slow walk to the pristine white walls of the Goblins. Upon entering the orcs and the tellers gave him a small nod, noticing his presence and recognizing him as one of the major beneficiaries.
After taking a quick ride on the devil's spawn of a trolley, Lord Black entered the office of the House Black Account Manager. Entering the large office his stormy eyes immediately went to what sat upon Bloodaxe's desk, and after a few seconds he remembered seeing something like it during his time at Hogwarts, specifically portraits of Helga Hufflepuff.
"I see you have noticed why I summoned you." The short well dressed goblin said as he exited what Lord Black could only assume was the loo.
Nodding Arcturus got closer to one of the founders of Hogwarts relics, and as he did the aged man started to feel the dark and sinister magic rolling off of Hufflepuff's Cup. "Indeed. Now why the bloody hell did Bellatrix have this, and what is this magic?" He asked after finding a seat in one of the chairs, upon watching Bloodaxe sit upon his leather business chair, he asked. "May I pick it up?"
The Account Manager nodded to the latter question and said in his usual tone. "That is something I'd like to ask her myself, however I refuse to step foot on that bird shit covered island." Bloodaxe's biddy eyes watched as he examined the relic and continued. "We asked that same thing upon finding it. We goblins have never once felt such magic before, even with our vast knowledge and collection of the Dark Arts and its magic."
Arcturus continued examining the chalice and after a few minutes of silence, he remembered feeling such sinister and dark magic before, 7 years ago to be precise. "May I summon one of my House Elves?" The Black Lord asked as placed it back down and upon seeing the goblin nod, he summoned the miserable old creature that looked over the townhouse. "Kreacher!"
With a pop he looked to find the crepeted creature looking at him with surprise confusion, and honestly the head of the family understood why. Since taking the title of the Lord of the Black Family, he has never once called upon the elf, much preferring the presence of Athena or the other elves of the Castle.
Before the elf could say anything, Arcturus spoke first in a demanding manner. "Bring me the locket you've been hiding for Regulus Kreacher." When he finished the old elf's look of shock grew even more. "Don't think just because I haven't stepped foot in Grimmauld Place in decades, doesn't mean I don't know what's going on there."
When the house elf vanished Arcturus looked to Hufflepuff's Cup once again, and he was sure of it, this magic was the same one he felt all those years ago. When he first felt it, the Black Lord was alarmed having never felt something like it before. He immediately wanted to go to the townhouse however he was stopped when Regulus entered the grounds, and after seeing what damage the bog was in, he completely forgot about investigating it.
When Kreacher returned, the aged wizard held out his hand and when he felt the weight, he ordered the elf to leave. Bringing the locket so that he could examine it, he was once again sent back to the days he spent at Hogwarts. Arcturus knew what had happened, he could feel it and remembered what Regulus told the family the other day. Feeling disturbed, disgusted and horrified at what that snake of a man did, he placed the Slytherin's Locket beside its fellow defiled relic.
Grabbing the book he brought with him Arcturus skimmed through the ancient tome, looking for the page that held all the information he needed. Looking up from the page he looked to the silent Account Manager who was watching him at the time. "I need you to summon the Head Unspeakable, Charlus is going to want to see this."
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Diagon Alley
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"Ah if it isn't Mister Black!" Immediately when Sirius heard that voice a massive headache came. He was never a fan of Ollivander, the man was sanile and he started to think that the wandcrafter had dementia. "It feels as if yesterday I gave you your wand. Ah that was the day, and if I remember correctly young James was my ne-."
"Cut the crap. You know why I'm here, and I didn't come here for a story." Sirius said, cutting off the aged wizard that for all he knew matched the Old Goat's age. "My wand was snapped and with its twin in its rightful place, I need a new one and a custom one at that, and before you ask, I have the galleons for it."
The man nodded slowly and to the Black's glee the man seemed annoyed at the fact that he was cut off. "Of course… let me grab the materials." After that Ollivander waddled away. "The youths nowadays… have no patience."
"I heard that old man!" Sirius yelled as the man went behind a wall. "Senile old man." He mumbled out as he looked at the shelves filled with wands of all kinds of woods, core and length.
As he looked at them the memory of receiving his first wand, holly wood, unicorn tail hair core and 11" in length, and to top it off it was James' wand twin. The only difference was that his brother's wand was made with mahogany and was a smaller than his own. And yes Sirius made fun of that fact.
Now thinking about it brought sorrow, sadness and rage to the man's heart and mind. Sorrow and sadness caused the man he saw as his brother dead and he could do nothing to help him or his wife. And rage because of a certain old goat, who breaks promises and betrays those loyal to him.
However with his job back, Sirius might be able to put Dumbledore in the place he belongs, Azkaban. But he wasnt made Captain, which he understood, his long absence and the trauma he suffered in that shit hole prison did have its effects on people. Sirius was made a squad leader in place of his lost captain position. And he took it as a proper replacement for an Auror Captain.
Grabbing the crimson trench coat, he was reminded that the uniform was extremely uncomfortable. It was heavy and clucky because of the dated charms and runes placed on it for protection. Sirius made a mental note to find a way to replace this garbage uniform, seeing it as a benefit to everyone and to the future Aurors.
"Mister Black, everything is ready for you. Before you come back here can you lock the entrance. I like having the door closed when I have customs requested." The store owner called out from the back and Sirius rolled his eyes in annoyance that the geezer went into detail and the fact he didn't want the knowledge that people can request for custom wands(he got this knowledge from Charlus, who told him about this before he left the manor).
Doing as Ollivander asked, the Black made his way to the back of the shop and found that it was just as much of a mess as the store front. Joining the wandcrafter at an engraved table, Sirius watched as various types of wood floated over to them. All of them suspended in the air between the occupants.
"I trust you know what you have to do, but before we begin you must know that the base price of a regular custom made wand is 2500 galleons(£25 equals 1 galleon), and if this wand happens to have two types of wood the price is double and if there's another core the price triples."
Again the man was annoyed with the store owner's business. Sirius would have honestly preferred if he got his wand elsewhere, however with his next shift coming in a few hours, he needed a wand now. Which gave him no other choice but to go with Ollivanders. The old wizard was a puppet of Dumbledore, and he has already acknowledged and accepted that his new wand's existence will be knowledge to the bearded goat by the morrow.
"I'm a Black. Money means nothing, I could buy this shop and give it to another more worthy and less annoying wandmaker if I wanted to." Stormy grays looked into silvery eyes. "So don't talk to me about money." The aged and annoyed wizard nodded and Sirius thought he heard him gritting his teeth. "May we begin? I have better things to do then stay here."
Not even waiting for approval, the Black Heir closed his eyes and expelled some of his magic, and immediately the reactions came. Opening his eyes he looked to the closest, a darkish brown wood, and the other a gray. Pointing to both, the wandmaker swished his wand and as the two he pointed to, went behind Ollivander, the others flew off. "Oh how interesting, Blackthorn and Dogwood, both fitting to your character I must say Mister Black."
Sirius nodded and silently agreed, and in his mind he had a celebration. He guessed the wood's earlier before coming here, in hopes that he'd be able to quicken things up. Ignoring the geezer, Sirius watched as the man brought in 3 types of wand cores, and to his surprise none of them sang to his magic.
As he informed the man before him a confused look came over Ollivander's wrinkly face. "How mysterious… how mysterious indeed." The aged man waddle further into the mess. "Let's see here… ah there they are." When the puppet returned Sirius noticed a handful of containers filled with horns and hairs. "What about these Mister Black, what about these cores."
The Black Heir let out some of his magic, and the connection came within seconds. Sirius looked to the container that his magic bonded with and found a horn, and he'd later learn in a few seconds that it was a basilisk horn. When he learned of this he was shocked at the knowledge that his new weapon and companion would be made with the horn of the King of Serpents.
"Mister Black, I must say that your wand is extraordinary. The last known person to have a wand made with such a core was the founder of the Hogwarts house Slytherin, Salazar Slytherin." The wandmaker said as he darkened the room. "Now watch as your wand is created. A masterpiece is being made and you will be the owner of such beauty."
Sirius rolled his eyes, not interested in hearing what Ollivander was saying, so instead he watched as the materials laid on the engraved table. As the woods landed, a rune circle appeared on the table, and both pieces began to morph. The same thing happened when the core joined on the table but a whole other part of the table glowed with runes. Slowly but steadily the materials started joining together, the basilisk horn thinning and elongating as the pieces of wood morphed and twisted around the core and each other.
Within seconds the horn was hidden as the lights around the dogwood and blackthorn wood shimmered down, and where they joined a small flame appeared. After a few more seconds the flames vanished as the wand floated down to the table. Grabbing the creation an overwhelming feeling engulfed him, and a new breath of air filled Sirius' lungs.
Without thinking he gave his new partner a swish, flick, and silence incantation, everything around him began floating. The Black Heir was amazed at the sight, everything felt lighter and the only thought Sirius had as he placed everything down was, 'So this is what it feels like when you wield your proper wand. The theory of 'the wand chooses the person,' is a load of shite.' Flicking the wand into his holster, he looked to the wand's creator and immediately he realized what happened and the consequences.
Yes he acknowledged and accepted that Dumbledore would learn about his new wand from the man before him, but if the century old man learned that Sirius' wand had the core of a basilisk.. that wasn't ideal. Flicking his wand to his hand, the Black Heir pointed it at Ollivander's face.
Before the geezer could say anything the memory charm left his mouth. "Obliviate." Immediately the wandmaker went emotionless, his face going blank and his body went limp. Quickly finding what he needed Sirius, changed everything from the moment he told Ollivander that none of the first three cores. After doing what he needed, he casted a Black Family spell, one that placed an extra layer of defense on one's mind.
He knew that what he did might not hold and the bearded goat might actually break through his spell and find out what he did. But he didn't care, if he could keep his wand core a secret from Dumbledore and other parties, for as long as he could it would benefit the family and its allies when it came time.
Lowering his wand he watched as life returned to the wandmaker, and as his silver eyes filled with joy. "That's an amazing wand you have there Mister Black, two wand cores and two amazing pieces of wood. But as you know the price comes out to 15-." Before Ollivander could finish Sirius dropped a pouch of galleons on the table and left hastily.
'I must inform grandfather.' He said to himself as he left the shop and apparated away. 'You'd be so jealous James if you learned that my wand out ranks yours.' A smile dawned on his face as the thought of his brother actually requested a custom wand. 'But I bet if you requested a personal wand, yours would be remarkable, Prongs.'
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Wizengamont Chamber
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Unbeknownst to the Magical population of Britain, was that among the seats that stood at the highest and once devoid of any color, regained its emerald green shine and the silver serpent that once stood still, moved until it was in striking position and baring its fangs.
During the next Wizengamont session, rumors of the Most Ancient, Most Honourable and Noble House of Slytherin's return will once more fill the magical populist. With the rumors fear will fill all, while others celebrate and praise the return of the Dark Lord's return. However
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TBC
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There's a reason why Vicky and Ollivander have different ways of crafting wands. Because there are multiple ways to make them, Ollivander uses the more purer and old way, while Vicky uses the new and improvised way.
Also to explain the title House Slytherin has, I wanted to do something different than giving them a Founding title, and I've already already designated that title to the Houses who founded Magical Britain. So instead of giving them a Most Ancient and Most Noble title, I decided to give them Most Honorable in honor of founding Hogwarts. This title also includes Houses Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, and Hufflepuff.
There will be a wait for the next chapter, I know that's usual but this one might be longer. Also I don't know if it'll happen, knowing my history, but after chapter 20 the story will be put on hiatus for I don't know how long. I have two other stories that I want to work on and this one has taken most of my time and attention other than work and life.
House Title Rankings:
Founding House:
House Nott(Gray/Dark)
House Rosier((Dark)
Most Ancient Most Honourable and Noble:
House Slytherin(Gray/Dark)
House Gryffindor(Light)
House Ravenclaw(Light/Gray)
House Hufflepuff(Light)
Most Ancient and Most Noble:
House Black(Gray/Dark)
House Longbottom(Light)
Most Ancient and Noble:
House Potter(Light/Gray)
House Dumbledore(Light)
Ancient and Noble:
House Greengrass(Gray)
House Bones(Light/Gray)
Noble:
House Malfoy(Dark)
House Fudge(Gray/Dark)
Ancient:
House Weasley(Light)
House Ollivander(Light)
Heir: Sirius Black
Actor/Actress: Michael Fassbender
Eyes: Stormy Gray
Hair: Shoulder Length Black Hair
Height: 6
Wand: (Old) Holly, Unicorn, 11"
(New) Blackthorn/Dogwood, Basilisk Horn, 10"
Animagus: Grim
House Greengrass( Noble and Ancient House):
Coat of Arm's: a Runespoor wrapped around a shield with its three heads sticking out of the top with the family's motto. The shield had 4 quadrants, the first and largest was an Old English G, and the second was a vial filled with lilac liquid. The top right had an Old English G. The bottom quadrant had a cloaked figure holding a scythe.
Motto: Neutrum Usque Mors(Neutral Until Death)
Family:
Lord Cyprus Greengrass
Actor/Actress: Tom Hardy
Eyes: Icy Blue
Hair: Neat and Well Kept Black Hair
Height: 6'-6'4
Wand: 11", Aspen, Thunderbird Feather
Lady Roxanne Greengrass nee Rosier
Actor/Actress: Keira Knightley
Eyes: Dark Royal Blue
Hair: Mid Back Pale blonde hair
Height: 5'8-5'10
Wand: 9", Elm, Unicorn
Heiress Daphne Greengrass
Actress: Anya Taylor-Joy
Birthday: January 28th
Eyes: mismatched icy blue and lapis blue
Hair: long silver blonde
Second Daughter Astoria Greengrass
Actress: Macie Williams
Birthday: March 7th
Eyes: Mystic Blue
Hair: Long Flowing Black Hair