Download App
3.13% [HPxJJK] - Harry Potter and the Supremacy of Cursed Blood / Chapter 7: Chapter 06 - The Young Heir of House Black

Chapter 7: Chapter 06 - The Young Heir of House Black

The silence hung in the air, both exchanging a gaze in complete quietness. 

Arcturus was the first to break the silence between them. "So, how do you know you're Regulus' son?" His penetrating gaze fixed on the boy's eyes. 

Besides the boy knowing who his father was, there was something Arcturus had overlooked in his happiness at having an heir. He wanted to know how Asterion would know how to summon the house-elf, Kreacher, something that, in the wizarding world, could be considered common but not for a nine-year-old living in a Muggle orphanage.

"I'd prefer to refrain from answering that question," was the only thing Asterion said. A tense and penetrating gaze continued between the two until Arcturus, sighing, admitted, "Very well, everyone has their secrets, Asterion. I won't question yours."

As he said this, the tense atmosphere naturally dissipated.

"Pack your belongings, Asterion. We're going to the Black Manor," Arcturus said, getting up from the bed. He headed towards the door, but before leaving, he threw in one last remark: "By the way, control the killer intent of the cursed spirit in your shadow. It's giving away your location."

After that, he left the room without waiting for his great-grandson's response.

"Baskerville, if you think about killing my great-grandfather again, I'll remove you and place Nidhogg in my shadow." Looking at his own shadow where hundreds of pairs of red eyes opened, Asterion didn't hesitate to threaten the Hellhound, depriving it of the thing it valued most in the world – being his guardian. 

Asterion's shadow rippled gently, showing its submission to him. Asterion snorted, walked to the bed, and crouched down. He reached under the bed and pulled out a suitcase. Not long after, he began to gather everything that was his in this room, which wasn't much to begin with.

Looking at his room that had sheltered him for so many years, Asterion contemplated for a moment and then left the room, carrying his suitcase.

-

Outside the orphanage, Asterion could be seen bidding farewell to the orphanage head and the other Sisters who had cared for him since his birth in this world. No other child came to say goodbye, not that it mattered to Asterion; he had already helped those ungrateful and heartless children enough. 

Although he claimed to have taken everything in the room, he had left all the cursed spirits protecting the place from any threat.

Before leaving, Isabell Morgan gave a disdainful look to Arcturus, who generously chose to ignore the woman's anger. Over almost ninety years, he had learned that the only way to win an argument with a woman was to ignore her outright.

"Let's go." Holding Asterion's shoulder, Arcturus spoke as they walked forward. Asterion didn't speak and just looked at the women gradually disappearing from his sight with a bitter feeling in his chest until he couldn't even see the orphanage or those kind women anymore.

"Don't vomit," Arcturus said, drawing the attention of his great-grandson, still saddened by the departure. 

Asterion looked confused at Arcturus and soon noticed they were in an alley. Suddenly, with a loud snap, the world in his view began to spin wildly in all directions. He felt as if he were being squeezed through an endless, tiny tube that seemed to have no end.

-

London – Grimmauld Place, No. 12.

Ancestral Manor of the House of Black.

When his feet touched the ground again, Asterion felt his organs shifting in different directions. A strong urge to vomit grew in his chest, and it seemed like he might throw up his afternoon snack at any moment. Fortunately, he took a deep breath and gradually calmed himself.

Asterion lifted his head and glared at the old man with fury. 

"I'll have my revenge, just wait, old dead man!" Asterion spoke each word through gritted teeth. Arcturus simply laughed at his great-grandson's misery and walked toward the beautiful mansion.

It was then that Asterion looked at the stunning mansion with a surprised expression on his face.

The Black family mansion, situated on Grimmauld Place, stood as a monument to grandeur and mystery. The facade was a striking expression of Victorian-era Gothic architecture, with tall towers reaching up into the night sky. The dark stone from which it was built was adorned with intricate silver details that captured the moonlight, creating reflections that danced upon the walls. The main entrance was marked by a massive oak door, skillfully carved with magical symbols that seemed to pulse with their own energy.

The gardens surrounding the mansion were meticulously maintained, with trimmed shrubs and flower beds of darker tones blooming in mysterious colors. A magical fountain, sculpted with details that told stories of ancient magic, rested in the center of the garden, emitting a soft light that illuminated the dark nights.

It was entirely different from the mansion described in the movies and books, but upon reflection, in the original reality, after the death of Walburga Black in 1985, the mansion went decades without being cared for. 

It was natural that the mansion was in perfect condition with Arcturus living in it; after all, it was where he resided, and no one would want to live in a dirty and crumbling place.

Entering the entrance hall, what caught Asterion's attention wasn't how luxurious the place was, nor the chandelier made of crystals exuding a soft light that illuminated the surroundings, nor the soft black carpet that made you feel like you were stepping on clouds, but an intricate statue on the wall facing the door.

It was the statue of a man, wearing a classic wizard's robe. He looked handsome, or at least the artist who made it intended him to be so, but what caught attention the most were the statue's eyes—they were red. Upon closer inspection, one could see that they were two extremely bright rubies. The statue's eyes seemed to judge anyone entering through the massive oak doors of the Black Mansion.

Asterion couldn't help but narrow his eyes thoughtfully, feeling the colossal negative magical energy emanating from the statue. It was the first time he truly felt the power of the Special-Grade. It was oppressive, powerful, and terribly malevolent.

Noticing Asterion's tension, Arcturus explained with a sense of pride in his voice, "It's the cursed spirit that our ancestor, Corvinus Black, captured near the end of his life. The statue serves as a seal, imprisoning the monster within. This is also the last line of defense for the mansion, which would only be activated when the Black Mansion is destroyed, taking us and our enemies together to hell."

Asterion had only one thought in his mind. 

'I hope it's not Sukuna or Mahoraga.'

Translated by AI.

--------------------------------------------------

Author's Thoughts: Are any of you playing Palworld?

The game in my country has already become a complete success, but for other reasons, HAHAHAHAHA!

For us in Brazil, Pal is a synonym for penis, so when the first sentence an NPC says is [You don't smell like Pal], you start laughing like crazy!!!

I sound like a twelve year old kid laughing at jokes about vaginas or penises...


Chapter 8: Chapter 07 - The Young Heir of House Black

May 30, 1990

Black House Mansion.

One month. That was the time Asterion spent in this magnificent mansion, and honestly, it was a pleasant experience he never expected to end.

The entire mansion was divided into nine parts: the Entrance Hall, Living Room, Dining Hall, Guest Rooms, Main Bedrooms, Forbidden Library, Ballroom, Room of Animated Portraits, and finally, the Enchanted Gardens.

Asterion spent most of his hours in the Forbidden Library, as the name itself suggests, the library was a treasure trove of forbidden knowledge, with ebony shelves filled with volumes bound in black leather. The soft light from magical lanterns highlighted ancient scrolls, while leather armchairs invited readers to unravel the hidden secrets within the forbidden pages. Ancient masks and magical artifacts adorned the shelves, creating an atmosphere of reverence for the lost and archaic knowledge from a thousand years ago.

He threw himself with open arms into the sea of knowledge, finding himself fascinated by magic and the epics of human history in the face of adversities imposed by destiny itself. A destiny where humans triumphed in the face of the impossible, regardless of what they sacrificed. And magic, a whisper of chaos and entropy, where sorcerers imposed their own will on reality.

Seated in the soft and comfortable leather armchair, Asterion was reading a book that held great importance to him. This book compiled the experiences of all the bearers of the Black House's Inherent Technique, where they openly shared their life experiences, struggles, passions, and the complete insanity that pervaded their minds, without any distinction between good and evil.

In the pages bordering on madness, the knowledge of his nine predecessors in the [Creation and Manipulation of Cursed Spirits] was recorded. Being he, Asterion Regulus Black, the tenth to possess this powerful Inherent Technique. The grandeur of these predecessors was indescribable, each one a genius in their own measure, transcending the limits of the prodigious, and often, the insane.

Yes, geniuses. That was the only adjective Asterion could use to explain the brilliance of his predecessors; there was no other word to describe them. Each more prodigious than the other, geniuses among geniuses, as well as mad among the mad. Among them, Corvinus Black stood out—the notorious ancestor of Asterion and the founder of the Black House – Corvinus Black, a Dark Lord who ruled during the years 800 to 1000 AD, leaving an extraordinary legacy in the annals of wizarding history.

Faced with the tens of thousands of pages detailing the experiments conducted with his Inherent Technique, Asterion couldn't help but feel a mixture of admiration and apprehension. He realized he was a mere novice in the presence of these extraordinary men and women, a pure and innocent white rabbit compared to the insane complexity of their minds.

These individuals had crossed the boundaries between sanity and insanity, revealing themselves as true visionaries or, in some cases, complete lunatics. Asterion glimpsed the possibility of also following the same fate in the face of the tempting whispers in the form of writing on those pages with forbidden knowledge.

They conducted tests on humans, cursed spirits, and any species they deemed intriguing. All of this for a single purpose, a goal speculated by Corvinus Black before his death, and one that all nine predecessors of Asterion embraced without hesitation or fear.

So, the second bearer of the Black House's Inherent Technique, Aries Black, devised the most insane, mad, and dirty plan a human could conceive.

[The Plan for Creating Gods]

Just by its blasphemous name, you could imagine the madness and megalomaniacal arrogance of the man. 

Asterion finally understood why there were such a vast number of books and scrolls explaining the anatomy of various species, the vast majority extinct in the face of the relentless power that was time.

Allowing his body to fall weakly into the armchair, Asterion closed the book and held it tightly in his arms. In the end, he felt that perhaps he wasn't so different from those who came before him.

His attempt to create a cursed spirit capable of devouring all magical energy, wasn't it a budget version of the [Plan for Creating Gods] that Corvinus and Aries proposed?

It seemed like destiny was playing with him, like a puppeteer pushing him toward the abyss of insanity. The lingering question remained, one that everyone wanted to know, including Asterion himself.

Would he be cruel enough to walk this path?

Grindelwald pursued and still pursues this path, a path where his ambition surpasses all that is moral and human, regardless of how many people would die in the process.

Asterion didn't know, and he didn't want to think about it at this moment. He closed his eyes and murmured to himself:

Perhaps it was a recurring question throughout the millennia, where geniuses asked the same question, where the ends justify the means.

"How many have died for my ambition."

He reflected on this phrase countless times in his mind.

Observing his great-grandson distracted while eating, Arcturus elegantly wiped his mouth with a white handkerchief. "You seem distracted, Asterion. Is something bothering you?" The man's black eyes looked at the child with concern.

"Grandfather, you read that book," Asterion asked, raising his head and looking directly into his grandfather's eyes.

"You mean the book that every bearer of the family's Inherent Technique must read?" Arcturus furrowed his brow, asking somewhat uncertainly. He remembered seeing Asterion reading the book earlier in the library but hadn't paid much attention at the time. It seems he gave something he shouldn't have to his great-grandson.

"Yes," Asterion replied.

Arcturus looked at his great-grandson's pale face and responded honestly, "Only those who have inherited the true Inherent Technique of the family can read that book. I tried when I was your age, but it didn't open to me."

"You read something that bothered you." Arcturus quickly connected the dots and narrowed his eyes thoughtfully.

Asterion lowered his head, keeping his gaze downcast. "Although I cannot speak about it, as I am bound by the eternal vow..., but what they want me to do... it's simply... insane."

"How insane are we talking about?" Arcturus furrowed his brows deeply. He did not expect this to happen when he gave the book to Asterion.

"So insane that it makes Voldemort seem like a pure and adorable little bunny in front of our ancestors," Asterion replied with a wry smile, hiding the bitterness beneath.

Arcturus widened his eyes in shock but quickly composed himself. "I don't know what you read in that book, but you are a Black, Asterion. I can advise you, but only you will carry the weight of your actions." He looked at his great-grandson and continued, "No matter what our ancestors desire, what truly matters is what you want. But for now, don't think too much about it. You're only nine years old; you still have plenty of time."

As he finished speaking, silence dominated the atmosphere, a thoughtful yet comfortable silence.

Translated by AI.

-------------------------------------------------------------

Autor's Thoughts: Asterion's ancestors were crazy! Which honestly is not surprising, given how the Creation and Manipulation of Cursed Spirits works.

In the next episode, we'll see a new character entering Asterion's life!

Comment and let me know what you think so far! Preferably with good things, it inflates my ego, hahahaha!

Until morning!


Load failed, please RETRY

Weekly Power Status

Batch unlock chapters

Table of Contents

Display Options

Background

Font

Size

Chapter comments

Write a review Reading Status: C7
Fail to post. Please try again
  • Writing Quality
  • Stability of Updates
  • Story Development
  • Character Design
  • World Background

The total score 0.0

Review posted successfully! Read more reviews
Vote with Power Stone
Rank 200+ Power Ranking
Stone 41 Power Stone
Report inappropriate content
error Tip

Report abuse

Paragraph comments

Login

tip Paragraph comment

Paragraph comment feature is now on the Web! Move mouse over any paragraph and click the icon to add your comment.

Also, you can always turn it off/on in Settings.

GOT IT