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Chapter 16: Chapter 14 - Asterion e Narcissa (End Arc)

On the grand canopy bed with black sheets, Asterion lay gazing up at the oak ceiling intricately carved with the coat of arms of House Black - a raven with outspread wings and red eyes.

Ravens, in many civilizations, were messengers of death, believed to bring bad luck and a looming disaster if one was spotted. A symbol of death that Corvinus Black embraced with the crest of his family, quite fitting if you ask Asterion.

With the sound of the closet door being closed, Asterion snapped out of his reverie. He glanced to the side and found Narcissa, wearing a black lace nightgown. The floral lace on the top didn't conceal her breasts at all, and the transparent bottom also revealed her black lace lingerie.

Narcissa pulled back the comforter and climbed onto the bed, settling comfortably beside Asterion. She lay on her side, propping her elbow on the pillow and resting her head on her hand, looking at the still-awake boy with a serene expression.

"Can't sleep?" she asked, her cool voice bringing an odd comfort to Asterion.

"Not exactly, just thinking about something," he replied, still keeping his gaze on the coat of arms of House Black on the oak ceiling of the canopy bed, looking somewhat puzzled about something.

Narcissa nodded and brought his body closer to hers, placing his head against her chest, trying to provide comfort and help him think in silence.

"What are you thinking?" Narcissa asked softly, stroking his soft, silky hair.

"The plans of my predecessors," Asterion replied, breathing in the gentle scent of roses that Narcissa exuded. For some reason, the smell calmed him almost instantly.

"Is it something very challenging?" Narcissa continued to inquire.

"Difficult is an understatement, it's an insane plan that I've embraced like those before me. Sometimes, I wonder if I'm insane for agreeing to participate in such a plan," Asterion buried his head in the hollow between her breasts, his tone tinged with sarcasm.

Kissing his forehead tenderly, Narcissa spoke in her cool voice, "Sanity is overrated, we're all insane in one way or another, we just hide our ugly side behind a mask we put on for others to see and find beautiful."

"I don't think you have an ugly side, but alright, I suppose I agree with your words," Asterion looked directly into her eyes and said, his gaze gradually becoming sleepy. He wasn't lying; to him, Narcissa or Arcturus had no ugly side. In his eyes, they seemed more genuine than anyone he had ever known in two lifetimes.

"Asty, tomorrow we're going to Gringotts to carry out your inheritance test," she said, stroking his hair, keeping Asterion awake even longer.

"Any problem with that?" Noticing the concern in her tone, Asterion asked, confused.

"You have to prepare yourself for the looks and whispers you'll hear when you show up there," she said, her cold voice carrying a tone of concern.

"I've been used to receiving looks since I was little," Asterion really saw no reason for his cousin's concern. It wasn't normal for him to draw attention?

"I'm not talking about that kind of attention, Asty," she paused for a moment, looked at him, and continued speaking. "Do you know how many Dark Lords have come from our family?"

Asterion shook his head, saying he didn't know. He rarely touched other books besides that insane plan—not that he didn't want to, but the book was so extensive that it made the Bible seem like a ten-page booklet. He estimated he had only read about five percent of the entire content, and often struggled to understand some of the advanced terms in the book.

"Seven, that's the number our house has produced over more than a thousand years. That means seven people who possessed the same technique as you became Dark Lords," she paused to catch her breath and continued. "Because of this, there are many legends about our family in the world. We're called by many names, demons, cold-hearted monsters without emotions, monsters in human skin, those who carry sin, they see us as a family that sold their own souls to Lucifer in exchange for power and forbidden knowledge. When they curse, they don't curse in the name of Morgana, but in the name of our ancestor."

"Asterion listened in silence and understood Narcissa's concern. She was worried that he would suffer from the hurtful words of others. Something he found cute, but completely unnecessary. The hatred of people towards him would only strengthen him even more. But, Asterion presumed that Narcissa had suffered quite a bit from the words of these trash people.

"I'm not made of glass, Cissy." Asterion looked into her cold, blue eyes and spoke with a proud and confident look. "I've learned that what people think of me doesn't affect me at all. They're just minor characters, unimportant in the story I'm creating."

Asterion's words left Narcissa stunned for a moment, his voice still echoing in her mind, shaking her heart. It left her speechless. If she had had this courage since she was young, many things would have been different in her life.

"Sorry, I didn't realize you were already a strong and mature young man for your age." Narcissa sighed helplessly and spoke in a slightly regretful tone.

"That diminutive term isn't very pleasant to describe men; some may be quite offended." Though pleased with her words, Asterion didn't appreciate being called "little."

Narcissa's lips curved into an elegant arc, forming a beautiful smile as she responded by simply playfully stroking his hair.

Asterion rolled his eyes and gradually closed them; Morpheus was calling him to his realm. Although he didn't know if infinity existed in this universe, since Death did, there was no reason for other entities not to exist.

Looking at his beautiful face so comfortable and defenseless, she knew Asterion trusted her to show his most vulnerable side. 

Narcissa kissed his forehead and realized she had never had such an intimate relationship with her own children—a sad fact, but not her fault. Lucius didn't let her raise their children, making the relationship between her and her children rigid; it seemed as though they were strangers instead of mother and children.

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Thoughts of the author: We close this short arc, the next one is about Gringotts and the revelation of the Slytherin House lineage in the world once again. What did you think of this arc? Did it turn out well, or did you not like it? Tell me what you think, I read all your comments.

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Chapter 17: Chapter 15 - Gringotts

Upon hearing the doors of the hall open, Arcturus, who was absorbed in reading his newspaper, briefly looked up towards the entrance and blinked, surprised at the scene before him. Narcissa and Asterion entered the hall hand in hand. The old Black patriarch wasn't surprised by the closeness between the two; they had grown very close over these five months. Instead, he was taken aback by the attire his great-grandson was wearing at that moment.

Unlike his usual attire, which consisted of elegant suits or something more casual like black pants and white shirts, Asterion was wearing, at that moment, an elegant suit, but unlike his usual black color. The suit now displayed a dark green tone, with the Black House crest strangely divided in half. The Black Raven was positioned on the right side of the upper part of the crest, leaving the lower part on the left side empty.

It seemed that the young man had reserved a space for the possible crest of the noble house from his maternal lineage, something Arcturus doubted existed. The boy's mother was probably a Muggle with whom Regulus had a brief encounter during one of his drunken nights. His grandson had a weakness for drink, especially when it involved good whiskey.

Although the dark green color still raised many questions in his mind, as he looked into his grandson's ruby eyes, Arcturus noticed a clear spark of amusement dancing in those deep ruby eyes. For some reason, a strange feeling of caution sprang up in his heart. He couldn't pinpoint where that feeling came from, but he was certain that something extraordinary was about to happen, and his great-grandson was somehow involved.

"Good morning. I hope you both had a good night's sleep." Despite the caution he felt, Arcturus didn't let it show on his face. He greeted the two with his calm, deep voice, briefly holding his gaze on his great-grandson's face. The boy was plotting something; of that, he was sure.

Perhaps sensing Arcturus' gaze upon him, Asterion returned the look and nodded, sitting next to Narcissa. His plan was just beginning, and he didn't want to expose anything prematurely. The memory of how he Apparated into the alley that day was still fresh in his mind, and today would be the day of his revenge. Yes, Asterion was someone who held grudges easily.

He longed to see the legendary Arcturus Black lose his usual composure, yearning for the shock on the old patriarch's face upon discovering his maternal lineage. Just the thought of the image almost made his lips curve into a smile, but thankfully he managed to control himself and distractedly spread butter on his toast.

Narcissa glanced at Asterion and then shifted her gaze to Arcturus. For some reason, both seemed to be plotting something or acting cautiously. The situation was extremely suspicious and unusual.

Sensing the tense atmosphere hanging in the air, Narcissa tried to change it by introducing a new topic into the room.

"Grandfather, I wanted to ask earlier, but where is Aunt Walburga's Animated Portrait? I haven't seen it anywhere since I arrived here."

 

 

Arcturus paused from reading the newspaper for a moment and responded coldly, "Thanks to Merlin, long deceased, her portrait is rotting away somewhere in the basement." His voice carried a hint of venom when mentioning his late daughter-in-law and cousin, Walburga, wife of his son, Orion Black.

Narcissa was not surprised by his words, nor by the contained animosity within them. She knew that Walburga and Arcturus had never been friends; in fact, they were practically enemies. As for the reason behind this animosity, it was mainly Walburga's extremist pure-blood ideology.

Not that Arcturus wasn't a worthy example of a pure-blood, but the old patriarch was more pragmatic and realistic. He didn't harbor hatred for Muggle-borns, nor did he desire mass genocide in the name of equally insane ideals of a megalomaniac like Voldemort.

"I think Asterion has the right to know his grandmother, after all, she was still Regulus's mother," said Narcissa cautiously, fearing to provoke Arcturus's wrath with her suggestion.

Arcturus looked at Narcissa with a helpless gaze and then at his grandson, who observed him with a curious expression in his ruby eyes.

" Kreacher," Arcturus uttered with his deep voice.

At that moment, the house-elf, named Kreacher, appeared next to the old patriarch, bowing constantly. "Kreacher heard your call, Lord Black!" The elf's voice was old and raspy.

"Go fetch Walburga's Animated Portrait from the basement," he ordered, still focused on reading his newspaper.

"Your orders are a decree, Lord Black! Kreacher will retrieve the portrait of the noble Lady Black!" The house-elf was more than happy to be tasked; he apparated from the dining hall at extreme speed.

About forty seconds later, Kreacher returned carrying a large Portrait made of black oak. Interestingly, the portrait depicted a woman wearing an elegant black aristocratic dress, with her hair styled in a sophisticated bun. It was Walburga Black.

"Arcturus, you old dead, pure-blooded scum! If I ever leave this portrait, you're dead! I'll tear you apart like a mangy animal. I'll cut your dick off, you filthy bastard—" The portrait moved as if it were alive. The first thing it did upon arriving in the hall was to curse the old patriarch in every possible way for long minutes without stopping once. Even Asterion was surprised by the amount of profanity uttered in less than a minute.

Arcturus didn't even bother to look up and kept reading, ignoring the sharp and shrill screams of the woman. He wondered if the portrait would feel the pain of being burned alive if he set it on fire. He kept that idea ready to test it at some point in the future.

While Walburga's portrait incessantly cursed Arcturus, the portrait of Walburga noticed other people in the dining hall, someone she knew especially well, after all, she raised her alongside her sister-in-law.

"Narcissa, look at you, you've become as beautiful and elegant a woman as one would expect from a true Black," Walburga spoke in a tone completely different from when she cursed Arcturus. Although her tone was stern and serious.

"It's been a while, Aunt," Narcissa greeted the woman who practically raised her. Even after death, Walburga still maintained the same tone; it seemed as if she hadn't even died, although she was merely a collection of memories.

She rose from her chair and stood behind Asterion, placing her hands on the boy's shoulders. "But, Aunt, I want to introduce you to someone, more precisely, your grandson, son of Regulus."

Walburga's body within the portrait came to a complete stop, her gaze falling upon the child whose shoulders Narcissa held. She looked into the boy's red eyes for a long time in silence, and when she finally spoke again, she shocked everyone in the hall:

"Hello, my lovely grandson, look at you, you look like an adorable prince."

Arcturus and Narcissa looked at the portrait in disbelief, wondering if they were hearing things, for it was impossible for Walburga Black to speak in such a kind and sweet tone. Truth be told, whether Arcturus or Narcissa, they felt a shiver run down their spines hearing the woman's sweet tone.

"Hello, Grandmother, I am Asterion Regulus Black, it's a pleasure to meet you." Asterion ignored the shocked looks from both and greeted his grandmother with much elegance and politeness.

"Judging by your manners, Narcissa has done a good job in instructing you, keep learning from her, she was my masterpiece, my dear grandson."

Walburga couldn't be happier at this moment, as she shouldn't, the legendary innate technique of the House of Black appeared in her lineage! Her soul, which is probably in hell, would be jumping for joy, along with all her ancestors.

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Author's Thoughts: Everyone's favorite portrait is back! This was an interesting chapter where we can see the interactions between the characters, Arcturus and Walburga, as well as the reason for his animosity.

The next chapter we go to Diagon Alley!

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Next Chapter: (Chapter 16 - Gringotts (2)), (Chapter 17 - Gringotts (3), (Chapter 18 - Gringotts (4)), (Chapter 19 - Gringotts (5)), (Chapter 20 - Unrest in England (1), (Chapter 21 - Unrest in England (2), (Chapter 22 - Unrest in England (3).


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