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1971, 24 June.
Once again, Polaris was sat in front of his tutor. This lesson was a bit more boring than the other ones he usually has. Well, it was just this part that was boring earlier they were doing maths problems and literacy. His tutor also talked more into the depth about the history of magic. Polaris remembered most of the things he mentioned. He'll have to go over the notes he wrote.
Polaris has always hated his Friday morning classes; they always start at 8am sharp, no earlier or later… all his lessons start at 8am, though the reason he hates his Friday lessons is due to the fact the boy would rather sleep in on Fridays, no matter how much he learned new things he would rather sleep in on a Friday.
Polaris has three classes every week, all of which land on Mondays, Wednesdays and, of course, Fridays. They all last 4 hours long, all ending at 12pm, with breaks in between.
Sirius's lessons last longer than Polaris's and Regulus's lessons. Since he's the heir and all, Polaris couldn't be more glad he wasn't the heir. He most definitely wouldn't want to sit through the classes longer than he needed to, but maybe he wouldn't mind. It just depends on what they're doing and if time flies by without him knowing.
He likes his tutor; he was interesting and very understanding. He taught at a pace that he enjoyed. Whether he understood or struggled, the man was patient. His name is Alren Rowle, a pureblood. Of course, Walburga wouldn't have anything less to teach her children. Polaris was pretty sure his mother picked the tutors for Sirius, Regulus and himself.
Winster Rowle was tall, maybe about 180cm, with light brown hair and brown eyes to compliment his pale skin.
Currently, Polaris was slouched in his armchair with a book on his lap, 'beginners guide to potions' it read he found it to be an interesting topic but right now, he rather be done with the lesson.
Mr Rowle was explaining the fundamentals and instructions of brewing a specific potion. Polaris wasn't too sure what potion the man was blabbering about, but it was something complex for sure, seeing how lost in explanation Mr Rowle was.
Polaris was staring right at him, but everything he was saying wasn't registering. He was really good at paying attention but at the same time not.
"Polaris?"
'I wonder what we'll be eating today. Oh yeah, we were going to some gala. I hate those balls. It's neverending. There are always so many people all at one place', he thought.
'Hadrianus and Corvus made them bearable. They're my closest friends. Anyone else is just considered allies'.
"Polaris"
No longer was he zoned out, "Um, yes, Mr Rowle?" he said sheepishly. 'Dang it, he caught me not paying attention'. Perhaps, he wasn't 'good' at pretending to pay attention when he wasn't.
Mr Rowle chuckled at Polaris's sheepish gaze, "Did you not understand any of that?" he asked.
'Understand what? I stopped listening before he even started…'.
"Um, Mr Rowle, I deeply apologise, but I wasn't listening," He said truthfully, not seeing the point of just lying, maybe what he had said was important, and the man would repeat himself.
Alren Rowle sighed lightly at the bluntness, then smiled, "Ahh, you know Polaris, sometimes I forget you're just seven. I was rambling on again, wasn't I? well, I hope I haven't put you off the idea of potions. I hadn't even discussed the fundamental basics of it," he said.
He looked at his pocket watch, "Well, it seems we're done our lesson for today; I'd like you to read this book for our next lesson".
He started flicking through the very first pages, "I suppose you can read until page 10 to get a bit of an understanding of what we will be discussing in our next lesson".
Polaris grinned, "Of course, Mr Rowle, I'm sure it will be a pleasant read. I might even read on ahead if it truly is," he replied, looking at the colourful cover page of the book. It truly did look like a lovely book to light read. It wasn't that large either, maybe about 200 pages, He concluded thoughtfully.
'Maybe I can find an easy potion I can brew later this evening'.
Mr Rowle watched in amusement as his young student got distracted by the summary at the back of the book. He will always be amazed at how fast Polaris was able to grasp every content that was thrown his way.
The sound of the door opening caught both of our attention, "Mother", Polaris said with a respectful head incline as he watched Walburga walk in. She returned it with a nod, her pureblood mask on like always.
'Sometimes I wonder if she has the ability to smile'.
"Lady Black, what a pleasure it is to be graced by your presence", Mr Rowle spoke formally as he got up to stand in front of her as a sign of respect with an artificial smile, one most purebloods learn from a young age.
'Such a flatterer', Polaris thought as he refrained from rolling his eyes.
His mother returned it with a smile, and he felt as though he would throw up right there, "I apologise for the intrusion Mr Rowle. I was just checking to see if Polaris is finished for the day".
"Yes, we've just finished our lesson. I just about finished giving him some light homework".
"Lovely, I just want Polaris to go have something to eat before getting ready for the Gala. Will you be attending?"
He had always found it strange seeing his mother be 'nice'.
Polaris watched the exchange with boredom wanting it to end. 'I wonder how high one can fly upwards into the sky'.
"Ah, the Malfoy Gala? Yes, I'll be attending as the house of Rowle will. I suppose I should leave now to ensure I am prepared". Finally, Polaris decided to leave the comfort of the seat and head towards the door.
"I'll make sure to eat something filling, mother", He spoke out, walking out with the book in his arms clutched to his chest. Filling? He wasn't even sure if he was hungry or not, let alone want to eat something eat.
He started to wonder what the hardest potion a person could make, 'hm, wait, I know that… I'm pretty sure I've read it somewhere, ahh 'Elixir of Life', then I wonder how long it takes to brew'.
Polaris walked towards the kitchen; he felt like having something light, like an apple. He walked in only to see Sirius arguing with Kreacher again… Regulus was seated on one of the dining tables reading whilst ignoring his older brother's ranting.
'What was Sirius annoyed at now?'
Polaris silently grabbed an apple and sat beside Regulus, and whispered, "Why's he angry now?" Chewing the apple calmly, leaning back comfortably against the chair as he watched the scene before him.
Regulus glanced away from his book in his direction, "I'm not too sure. I think something about not getting the right crisps. Mother would be having a row if she knew he was having crisps right now."
Polaris nodded my head in acknowledgement. It was true. He was sure his mother would also be annoyed knowing he was just eating an apple instead of an actual meal. Although knowing his mother, he can do no wrong and would somehow find a way to blame Sirius for this.
"Why don't you listen to me?!" Sirius growled out at Kreacher.
"Kreacher does listen to annoying young master", Kreature replied spitefully. He couldn't exactly say Kreacher liked Sirius, but then again, Sirius was always rude to Kreacher, so it made sense as to why Kreacher was reluctant to serve his young 'master'.
"No, you don't! I asked you to get Salted crisps for me. You got cheese and onions! You know I hate them," Sirius hissed in annoyance.
'I'm starting to think Siri arguing with Kreacher is a new hobby, perhaps a sport'.
Sirius is currently 11 now, meaning he was going to Hogwarts in September. Hopefully, he grows up a bit before attending if he is to uphold the reputation of the house of Black.
"I like cheese and onions crisps", Polaris found himself contributing to their conversation. Sirius looked over, huffing in annoyance, "That's not the issue at hand. The issue is Kreacher hates me!".
'Hates you? Bit of a reach, is it not? Surely Kreacher wouldn't hate Sirius. That was ridiculous!'.
"Well, if you weren't so annoying and loud, then maybe he wouldn't", Polaris muttered under his breath, which Reg smirked at after hearing the muttering.
Before he knew it, Sirius winced from his father hitting his head.
'Where did father come from?'.
Father looked sternly at Sirius, "Must you always cause such noise in the house!?"
Sirius looked down, refusing to lift his gaze after meeting Father's grim gaze upon looking up.
Father looked towards Kreature, "You're dismissed", he said flatly.
"Yes, Master" with that, Kreacher was gone with a crack.
He then looked back towards Siri, "I hope you actually left after you finished your lessons this time", father asked with a stern tone with narrowed eyes.
Regulus was still engrossed with his book; Polaris wouldn't be surprised if it was about magical creatures. As he was sat beside his brother, he leaned over after taking another bite out of his apple. It was truly a good apple. It was sweet and crunchy.
As he glanced over at his brother's book, he saw images of exactly what he would assume he would find. Feeling slightly noisy at that moment, using his free hand, he pointed at one of the animals with curiosity.
"Um, of course, father! Why wouldn't I?" Sirius asked, as if he hadn't gotten in trouble for leaving his lessons early for a whole week the previous week before.
"What's that one?" Polaris asked. It definitely wasn't one he had seen before. Maybe they had them in the zoo- if they did, they must go!
Instead of answering his brother, Regulus saw it fit to swat the small hand away from the page that was obstructing his view of the page. Polaris allowed his hand to sit on the table after having his brother swat it away. A glum look was placed on his face as he faced away from Regulus.
Orion gave an annoyed grunt followed by a narrowed glare, knowing very well Sirius was lying through his teeth.
"How was your lesson today, Polaris?" father asked, shifting his attention towards his youngest. The then glum look was replaced with one of a smile. The boy then tilted his head unintentionally at the question, 'how was it?'
"It was okay… I got to do harder problems with maths today. He said I was getting better at it… I'm starting lessons with potions next".
Father brightened up at that, "already?" he asked, and he nodded gleefully.
Sirius decided to butt in, "what?! I didn't learn anything about stuff like that until I was 10 wait, that was last year! You're 6!" he pointed his finger accusingly at his youngest brother.
'I'm 7, but okay….'
Father lowered Sirius's finger, "For once, act like you're an heir to a noble and ancient house".
Polaris found himself nodding at that. It wouldn't do well if Sirius embarrassed their house. Their father was heir apparent, next lord Black, but at times he acted as though he was when their grandfather allowed him to take his place when he couldn't make things. While their father was heir apparent, Sirius was his heir.
"Great observation, Sirius", Regulus muttered, earning a glare from Sirius.
"Your brother is quite bright; I shouldn't even be surprised he's starting this early. You've flown through those classes quite quickly; I won't be surprised if you got straight O's when you start Hogwarts," Father said amusingly. Straight O's… hm, that doesn't seem like a bad objective.
A few hours later…
"Ah, Arcturus, I must say I cannot lie. I'm quite jealous that you have such an intelligent grandson," Lord Nott declared amusedly towards Polaris's grandfather. Polaris kept a straight face, mimicking the face his lord grandfather had on himself. It was quite easy to pull, especially since he had been raised by his mother, who ever only used that face.
'I wish they didn't act as though I wasn't here. I hardly even said anything, and I'm already being praised… I feel like a pet'.
"Sorry to intrude. Would it be okay if I were to excuse myself, Lord Nott? Grandfather?" Polaris asked respectfully, looking up to both older figures.
"Of course, don't venture too far now", Grandfather responded before returning to his conversation.
Polaris has been in this stupid Gala, in this stupid suit, for about 2 hours. All he wanted was to do once he first got here was to find his friends straight away, but mother wouldn't allow him to leave her clutches as she wanted to introduce him… more so gloat towards the other Ladys about her 'Intelligent' son.
He finally escaped after an Hour, only to be taken by his father and his associates. It would have been rude of him to leave straight away. Finally escaping from his father, he then bumped into his Grandfather, Arcturus, who was having a distinguished discussion with Lord Nott, but of course, he decided to introduce him to his Associate.
Finally, he was free. No doubt in his mind Siri and Reg were able to find their friends straight away, while he had to suffer through politics.
Polaris swerved left and right past people looking for a blonde and brunette. He grinned widely when he saw who he was looking for.
Of course, they were in the corner, hiding away from prying eyes. They were further away from the crowd.
Corvus and Polaris were the same age, with them being 7, while Hadrinaus was a year older than them, him being 8. They get along quite well; it didn't take long after their first meeting for them to drop the formal speeches with one another.
Hadrianus Alder Carlsden was a brunette with dark brown eyes that complemented his slightly tan skin tone. He stood at least a few inches above us in height. He was quite tall for his age, others would say.
He is the heir to the noble and most ancient house of Carlsden, A German pureblood house. His family moved to England when he was a baby. He was an only child, much so like Corvus.
Then there was my other friend, who always brought smiles to their faces. Corvus Alerion Avery, scion of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Avery.
He was blonde. It wasn't as blonde as the Malfoys. It is more so a few shades lighter than dirty blonde. Corvus and I stood at the same height. He was an orphan. His mother and father died in a tragic accident 4 years ago. The hottest topic of that year, one could say, of course, it was the hottest pureblood gossip. He lives with his aunt and uncle, Lord and Lady Avery, and his two cousins.
As Polaris finally reached his destination, the sound of the crowd dilated. He decided to interrupt their conversation as they hadn't noticed him. "Well, if it isn't Anus and Corikins", he spoke out cheekily towards his friends, something he rarely did.
Hadrianus burst out in laughter once he heard his voice, "I see you decided to get more creative with your greetings after I had told you they were too stiff and dry. Whatever so happened to the esteemed polite Pureblood prodigy?" Hadrianus curiously asked with a hint of mischief in his eyes.
"My deepest apologies Heir Carlsden" Polaris spoke out formally with a deep bow making Hadrianus scoff.
Corvus rolled his eyes lazily, "I thought you'd be here earlier", Cor asked as he leaned against the wall behind him.
Polaris sighed, "Well, I would have if I wasn't dragged around like a ragdoll, I suppose", he drawled.
"My feet are aching after having to walk around for so long. I just want to go back home and take a nap," Polaris continued with exaggeration.
Hadrianus snorted, "Yes, if they could, I'm sure all the ladies would put you in their bags and take you home… I too want to go home. Taking a nap doesn't seem all that bad, but I would rather ride my broom before doing".
Corvus laughed at that. Polaris couldn't help but do so, too. He really was right about that, no doubt about it.
"I suppose you're right".
"Of course, I'm right. I am older and wiser," Hadrianus drawled. Polaris narrowed his eyes at him jokingly.
"Older and wiser, my arse. Pol is definitely more wiser than you'll ever be, he's always saying some rubbish I don't understand, but I suppose you are older. Would you like me to call you grandfather from now on?" Corvus added, holding in a laugh.
"I'm only a year older. Hmm, maybe you calling me older brother Hadrianus will do. I've always wanted a cute little brother, but then again, you aren't much, but you'll do," Hadrianus said while rubbing his chin in thought, flashing Polaris and Corvus a grin showing his pearly whites.
Corvus stood there silently, trying to comprehend the sentence. I moved my lips towards his ear. "Yes, Corv, that was indeed an insult," Polaris said, helping him out.
"Oi!" Corvus spewed out, pointing his finger at Hadrianus.
"Took you long enough. Anyways, my parents took me to Germany earlier in the summer. It was great! I think I might be going to Durmstrang in the future, though, Father hinted towards it" Hadrianus spoke.
Polaris frowned at that.
"The plan was for us to go to Hogwarts…." Corvus said in a depressed tone.
"Yeah, I guess, but even if I ask, I don't think he'd want me to go to Hogwarts. After all, Carlsden's have gone to Durmstrang for generations now. If I were to go to Hogwarts, I would be the first in the family to have gone. My father believes Durmstang to be more educational," Hadrianus concluded, and Polaris nodded at the facts.
"I mean, you never know, Adrian; you still have three more years until you go to school. You could change your father's opinion over the years" Polaris contributed to brighten the sullen mood.
"Speaking of school, my cousin is starting Hogwarts this year", Cor added excitedly. Polaris's eyes brightened, "My brother is also attending this year!" Polaris said.
"Cool, what house do you think they'll get sorted into?" Adrian asked them both.
"Slytherin, of course. Pointless question," Cor said as he puffed his chest out.
They both looked at Polaris expectedly, so he decided to indulge them, "Um, well, Sirius should get into Slytherin, but I doubt he would… he's too loud and stupid to actually get into Slytherin. I might even say he seems quite like a Gryffindor," Polaris couldn't help but say with slight disgust.
Cor scrunched his face; he had heard much about Gryffindor from his uncle.
"You know I don't understand how he's, you know… he's the heir to a noble and ancient house, yet he acts like a half-blood with no manners, dear I say a mudblood…." Harianus stole a glance at Polaris, nodding at him, "no offence to the house of Black, of course."
"None taken. I'm not excited to see the tension in the house nor the ranting my mother will no doubt start once she gets wind of his possible sorting in Gryffindor," Polaris spoke again with a shrug.
'I really do hope Sirius, by some miracle, ends up in Slytherin just so mother won't start a war over it. I'm sure Sirius wouldn't want a Howler anytime soon, especially from someone of her calibre…'.
An hour later, the three of them found themselves huddled in a room with a few other children. The gala was at an end now, with only a few families still in attendance, having close relations with the House of Malfoy. Polaris was sure his brothers were already gone, with their mother, while he decided to stay with his father and uncle Cygnus, who were having a discussion with Lord Malfoy with a few other Lords.
There was no doubt there was a gathering of older children somewhere else, with Narcissa and her fiancé, the Malfoy heir, Lucius Malfoy.
Polaris was sitting back on the couch, his gaze fixed on the chandelier that hung above them all in the living room where the house-elf ushered them as Lord Malfoy had told it. He became bored when one of the children, Ansel, a scion of the house of Rowle, a distant cousin to Polaris' tutor, Alren Rowle, decided to tell a 'scary' story. It wasn't scary at all, he was sure even Regulus could do a better job, and that was saying something.
"...So, Rowle, what happened next?" an unsure voice inquired hesitantly as Ansel Rowle paused for greater effect.
Ansel was the same age as his brother, Regulus and would be going to Hogwarts this next year as well, likely to be joining the House of Snakes. Hadrianus himself looked just as bored as Polaris knew he looked, while on the other hand, Corvus looked quite engrossed by the story with how far he was leaning forward.
Ansel's gaze was drawn to his younger sister, who was clutching their brother, Aaron's arm.
Ansel smirked, then dramatically continued, "Well, then he was never found again." With that said, he crossed his arms proudly at his story, a smug smile on his face.
Polaris snorted and looked to Rowle scion, having had enough of staring at the chandelier. Ansel narrowed his eyes at Corvus, asking, "What?"
"Nothing, it's just that your story was pathetic," Polaris shrugged. "Was it really meant to be Scary Rowle? Aren't you attending Hogwarts next year? I'm worried about your essay skills because of your story-telling abilities." Polaris drawled as usual.
"Yeah… That was kind of bad, Ansel. I mean, it was, okay?" A voice had spoken up, but when he met Ansel's gaze, he switched his gaze back to another.
"Polaris? You appear to be capable of doing better; would you like to tell us a scary story?" Corvus continued, looking back at his friend, curious about what was to be told.
"Right then, if you think you can do a better job, why don't you tell a scary story?" Ansel huffed and unfolded his arms, aiming the remark at the Black scion.
Polaris sat there pondering the idea of having to think of a story to tell, sighed, and decided he might as well. He straightened his robes as he stood up, walking over to where the Rowle scion had stood.
"Alright, I'll tell a scary story… why are you still standing up?" Polaris drawled as he stared at the Rowle scion, standing there like an idiot, "Would you have me give you an award for your terrible skills or something just to get you to sit down?" Polaris questioned.
"Shut up", the boy snapped, his face flushing to a bright red as he sat down.
He held his hands behind him as he thought hard for something, anything and decided to make it up as he went. How hard would it be?
With that thought in mind, he began his story, which went on for about ten minutes when he finally began to end his story.
"It was his final victim, the last person he will need to cross off on his list. 2 years- 2 long years, he finally completed his list. It was all Wilson could think about as he wiggled the dagger out of the man's chest. The blood oozed out of the wound, it was only the first stab wound he had inflicted, yet there was so much blood. Wilson could only smile widely as he saw how much there was for just one stab. It was obvious why there was so much blood as the stab had gone through here" Polaris pointed to his heart.
The man's heart. Looking away from the stab wound, Wilson turned his gaze to the man's eyes. They were already losing the life they had. The blue eyes turned from a blue to a grey. The smile on Wilson's face widened as he saw a single tear fall from the man's eyes. That was all he needed to continue. The man who Wilson had been hitting was telling- no, begging him to stop, begging for forgiveness only to have lost consciousness. His eyes closed, his arms limp beside him.
Wilson, with his bloodied hands, gripped the dragger tightly with both hands raising the dagger up in the air above his head before he brought the dragger down with every strength he had left, piercing the man's skin once again. The sharp dagger cut through his clothing to his skin. Again and again, he brought the dagger above his head to drive it into the man's flesh. There was blood everywhere. It was obvious the man was now dead… so what did you guys think?" Polaris finally finished his supposedly 'scary' story.
Throughout the story, he hadn't been looking at either his sisters or his cousins but rather at the wall in front of him, concentrating on telling his story.
As he looked down at his audience, he saw how frozen they were. The silence was broken by Corvus' slow applauds that quickened by the second, "Brilliant!" his friend exclaimed. Polaris smiled, finally some feedback. Even so, he looked down at Hadrianus. He had his mouth hung open from shock. He didn't say anything. He just sat there, frozen.
Polaris then moved his gaze to the left side of his Hadrianus, where Ansel was seated. He himself looked slightly disturbed at the story with furrowed brows, "Uhm… Polaris?" Hadrianus called out hesitantly, with a nervous chuckle to follow.
Polaris nodded with a smile. Finally, more feedback.
"Well, uhm… Polaris, where did you hear this story?" Hadrianus asked. Strangely enough, he sounded worried, which confused Polaris.
"Nowhere? Yeah, I made it up, of course. That's what you had me do," Polaris responded with great confidence. Seeing all their faces only turn more worried, he realised maybe he should have toned it down…
"It's just that… it was so descriptive, you know?"
"Why did Wilson kill him! He had a daughter and a wife who he loved very much!" Ansel, on the other hand, wanted to know more.
Polaris rocked back and forth on his heel, thinking of an answer, why had Wilson killed him?
"Well, for revenge, of course. The man did what he did. Just because he now had a wife and a daughter wasn't going to stop Wilson from killing him. Don't you think he deserved it, Ansel?" Polaris inquired.
In response, Ansel shrugged, "I guess so? But what happened after?" Ansel questioned further.
"Who cares what happened after? Wilson got his revenge, as he should", Corvus interrupted with a firm nod to follow.
"Why did he kill them all? He could have just talked to them!"
Corvus rolled his eyes, "So what if they were killed? They all got what was coming for them."
"They didn't need to die!" another voice said, and Polaris just rolled his eyes in response.
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