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Chapter 18: Chapter 16 - Gringotts (2)

"Have a little more cake, Asterion," Walburga inside the portrait spoke with a sweet and indulgent tone towards her grandson.

Seeing Asterion being pampered at every moment by Walburga, Narcissa just huffed quietly. Now, she truly believed that all parents had favorite children or grandchildren. Her stern aunt, who raised her children as if they were in the military, now worried about every little thing regarding her dear grandson. Even worrying about the heat of the coffee for fear of hurting Asterion's tongue... and that, honestly, was starting to make her angry.

The breakfast ended with Walburga urging Asterion to eat more, as he seemed too skinny, and she even blamed Arcturus for neglecting her precious grandson, calling him a dead old man and other insults.

The old patriarch furrowed his brow deeply, probably restraining himself from setting fire to the animated portrait, regardless of how satisfying it would be to watch the painting burn with the flames of hell.

Narcissa truly regretted saying anything earlier. If she had known this would happen, she would have stayed silent and never asked about her aunt Walburga's portrait again.

"Now that we're done, let's head to Diagon Alley," Arcturus said, rising from his chair.

"You're taking Asterion to Diagon Alley?" Walburga inside the portrait asked, furrowing her brow. "Don't you know how ignorant those people can be? What if they hurt my precious grandson?"

"Asterion is not weak, besides, Narcissa and I will be there," Arcturus replied coldly, not waiting for her response, and left the dining hall, tapping his cane on the floor, apparently venting on the poor tiles.

"Humph!" Walburga huffed as the man left and focused entirely on Asterion.

"My dear grandson, don't listen to anything those filthy Muggle-borns and half-breeds say. If possible, kill a few of them to clear the air a bit; they seem to smell like pigs in a sty."

Asterion pursed his lips and refused to respond, listening to the genuine concern of his beloved yet very racist and extremist deceased grandmother.

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Outside the Black Manor, Arcturus touched the shoulders of Asterion and Narcissa. In an instant, the three vanished with a loud pop, similar to the backfiring of a car exhaust.

During the process, Asterion felt a weight on his chest, his vision darkened, and his eyes darted in all directions while his organs seemed to move on their own inside his body.

 

When Asterion felt the ground beneath his feet again, a familiar feeling of nausea and sickness made him feel unsteady, but he quickly recovered from these sensations and found himself standing in front of the entrance to a seemingly very dilapidated bar. If he didn't know better, he'd say it was a place in danger of collapsing at any moment.

The Leaky Cauldron.

Asterion presumed that all wizards had some fetish related to old things or were very reluctant to separate from the old world. He wouldn't stay in this place for even a minute, fearing he might catch the Black Plague from how old the place was.

"What do you think?" Arcturus asked, looking at his great-grandson.

"I think we should demolish the place and build something more hygienic and new," Asterion said, with a look of disgust as he glanced at the old wizarding pub. He knew the pub was the oldest in England, but since then, it seemed like the bar had been frozen in time.

"You don't know how to appreciate it, Asterion. This place is history itself, with its nearly four centuries of existence. How many talented wizards like our ancestors have passed through here and entered the wizarding world?" Arcturus shook his head at his great-grandson's response and then gently stroked his hair.

Asterion rolled his eyes and didn't hide the dislike he felt for the place. For someone who loved hygiene and cleanliness, this place was hell for him.

Arcturus gave up trying to reason with him. He walked over to the ancient door, corroded by time and many termites.

"Let's go, Asty." Taking his hand, Narcissa gently pulled him towards the entrance of the pub.

As the three members of the House of Black entered the place, the entire atmosphere fell silent. The sound of someone swallowing was particularly audible in this silent environment.

For the first time, Asterion truly felt what it meant to be a Black, a Noble House that had produced many Dark Lords, in many cases, reigns of tyranny, terror, and fear. Fear was palpable in the air, the atmosphere completely silent, some even afraid to look at the three people, fearing some misfortune might befall them.

Due to his innate technique, Asterion had a heightened sensitivity to negative magical energy, commonly generated from fear, anxiety, and terror that people emanated. He could feel the anxieties, fears, and even curiosity born from the horror stories they had heard from their dearest relatives.

When Arcturus tapped his cane on the floor and walked towards the back of the bar, some of the more cowardly patrons nearly jumped out of their seats, while those closer to the entrance of Diagon Alley simply lowered their heads as the three members of the House of Black passed by them.

 

Honestly, Asterion felt the whole situation was amusing, even overly exaggerated. It seemed like the entire British wizarding society had been influenced to fear them. If this was orchestrated by someone, Asterion had to applaud such genius, as it practically prevented any member of the House of Black from running for the position of British Minister for Magic.

Although ironically, the House of Black still remained the leader of the Pure-bloods in England, so regardless of any official position, they were still one of the most powerful families on the planet.

"So, what did you feel seeing the fear we caused in them?" Before opening the passage that led directly to Diagon Alley, Arcturus turned to look at Asterion and asked in his usual deep and cold voice.

Asterion pondered, recalling the faces of those men and women, remembering what he felt in that moment. He looked at the old Black patriarch and replied in a cold tone:

"I felt good."

Arcturus looked deeply at his great-grandson with his black eyes, slightly surprised by his response, and spoke coldly, "Then, remember that feeling, for it will be what you feel throughout your life, a life where everyone looks at you with fear and respect."

Narcissa remained silent, listening to the entire conversation between them. She couldn't help but recall the first time she felt that way. Her mother, Druella, had asked her the same question, so she remembered what she felt that year. 'They made me feel like a monster, where everyone looked at me and recoiled in fear,' Narcissa thought, looking at Asterion, who seemed completely normal. The two of them were fundamentally different.

"Welcome to Diagon Alley, Asterion. This is the beginning of your story in the wizarding world."

Unaware of what his niece was thinking, Arcturus spoke as he opened the stone passage. Stone by stone, everyone began to retreat, gradually revealing a place completely different from the pub they were in.

Diagon Alley.

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Author's Thoughts: We've arrived at Diagon Alley, but I won't describe it because I think everyone reading this fanfic knows what Diagon Alley is like. Let me know in the comments what you think!

IMPORTANT NOTE: My sister's wedding will be on the 27th of this month, I can get busy, but I will try to post during the week, wish me luck, because I will need it...

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Next Chapter: (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), (Chapter 23 - Escaping from Azkaban (1) (Chapter 24 - Escaping from Azkaban (2).

 


Chapter 19: Chapter 17 - Gringotts (3)

Diagon Alley – the London of the British Wizarding World, a place where all wizards and witches came to buy the necessities of daily life, have fun, or, if you were a student at Hogwarts, purchase your school supplies.

At this moment, in this outdoor shopping area, it felt strangely silent. Only the sounds of footsteps hung in the air as the crowd of people parted, making way.

Asterion, sandwiched between Arcturus and Narcissa, looked around at the people with curiosity. Whenever he looked at them, people automatically averted their gaze, afraid to meet his eyes. He had to admire how much fear his predecessors had instilled in this nation; if Voldemort was considered a demon, the House of Black was considered the very reincarnation of Satan on earth.

Well, it was no wonder, the House of Black produced seven Dark Lords...

Interestingly, he noticed that only those who were apparently Muggle-borns seemed to be more afraid of them, which was completely normal given the infamy that his noble house carried.

For fun, Asterion waved to the crowd, who recoiled in fear, causing his lips to curl into a rather amusing smile.

"I'll enjoy playing with this a few times," the boy murmured, earning a silent reprimanding look from Arcturus.

"Don't be childish, Asterion," Arcturus spoke in a low tone. "They are just poor souls influenced by those in power."

"Still, it doesn't change the fact that they are afraid of a child, which is quite funny when you think about it," Asterion replied, innocently looking at his great-grandfather.

"Sometimes you forget that you're almost a semi-special grade wizard; your presence is quite intimidating, especially with the lovely dog at your heels. Consciously emitting a frightening aura to protect you," the old patriarch whispered, looking coldly at his great-grandson's shadow.

Asterion nodded as he looked around at the various shops, each one more exotic than the last. Some were quite explicit for the current time of day; after all, who goes to a sex shop in the morning? he thought, observing an elderly man entering the adult store.

"By the way, why do we have to go to Gringotts? Wouldn't it be more logical to go to the Ministry?" Asterion asked. In his eyes, matters such as inheritances should be dealt with at the Ministry.

"Because by acknowledging your inheritance at Gringotts, you can formally inherit the Vaults of the House of Black. After the inheritance test is completed, we will send the necessary documents to the Ministry, which will recognize it as legitimate, making you officially the Heir of the House of Black," Narcissa responded in place of Arcturus.

 

"We give too much power to a race that isn't even human," Asterion grumbled.

"What is the foundation of a civilization, Asterion?" Narcissa took the opportunity to give him another lesson in politics.

"Interests - people gather in a country for their own interests. You wouldn't stay in a country where you can't meet your basic needs, of course, assuming you can leave that country," Asterion replied after thinking for a brief moment.

"Very well, you must remember that our world is not just ours; dozens of other intelligent races walk the face of the earth like us. We share some of our interests to avoid a bigger problem," Narcissa whispered, explaining how the world was a vast network of interests, involving not only the human race but other races as well. "Wars are the least of our problems; the worst ones are social, economic, and political. Once one of the three is broken, our society will face even greater problems, such as the collapse of our economy or the exposure of our existence, spreading fear and further increasing the emergence of Cursed Spirits and their power."

"I understand, we sacrifice some of our rights for the greater good," Asterion muttered to himself, thinking about how complicated the world was when viewed politically. Then, he thought of something, looked at Arcturus, and asked, "I presume my interests are already being discussed?"

"Yes, Narcissa and I are making a meticulous plan for your future in the Ministry of Magic, when you assume the Black throne in the Wizengamot," Arcturus nodded and replied without hiding anything.

Asterion didn't ask and didn't care; the idea of spending his days in an office didn't appeal to him. He preferred to receive a position as an Auror and go on missions outside.

The three walked to Gringotts, a huge white building made of marble, quite majestic. At the entrance of the building, two goblins stood immovably guarding the massive doors. Both goblins had wands in holsters on their arms.

Suddenly, Arcturus's steps halted, and consequently, those of Asterion and Narcissa. Both looked confusedly at the old patriarch. They were about to enter Gringotts, why did they stop?

Looking in the direction Arcturus was gazing, Asterion saw two tall figures. One was an elderly woman with an unattractive hat, but tall and slim. Next to her stood a boy around sixteen years old, tall and muscular, with black hair and blue eyes.

Someone Arcturus knew? Perhaps an old lover?

Asterion thought as he prepared to watch the show.

The expression on the elderly woman's face changed from indifference to coldness, with a faint murderous intent hidden in her gaze, upon seeing Arcturus.

"Matriarch Longbottom," Arcturus greeted the woman politely.

"Lord Black," the woman responded.

Asterion finally understood who the elderly woman was. So, the person beside her was... Neville?

Looking at the tall, muscular boy in front of him, Asterion couldn't believe this was Neville Longbottom.

Huh?

Asterion frowned when he noticed something unusual about Neville. He couldn't sense any emotions from him; it was as if he didn't have any. He was empty and cold.

However, it was then that Asterion realized he could sense people's emotions based on the magical energy they emanated, but from Neville, he couldn't sense anything. This could only mean one thing: Neville had no magical energy.

Celestial Restriction?

So, you're the Toji of this world, Neville Longbottom.

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Author's Thoughts: Neville appears! One of my favorite characters, I bet you didn't expect that. HAHAHAHA! I hope you enjoyed it!

IMPORTANT NOTE: My sister's wedding will be on the 27th of this month, I can get busy, but I will try to post during the week, wish me luck, because I will need it...

Support me to write more and read chapters ahead of all regular readers! 

The Patreon will be updated daily, except on Saturdays and Sundays, when I do not write.

P-atreon.com/HPSCB

(Just remove the hyphen to access Patreon normally.)

Patron's: Chris, Justrice Harrison, AlucardoBlood, Renne Bruffett, Straydog, IDaGoat Mypark, Hamza Ahmed, Dishitian, James, Zhenya, Enriv125, Michael, NinjaTiger, Mursel Kenan, Andrea Barbarino, Benjamin Kingunza, NaYati, Austin Pierce, Leopardu Junglei, Anthony Casas Cano, Xerxes33311, Ray Tery, Joseph, Max Brown, Hrisav Dewanjee, Szwagier, Maxime Anne Louise, Ree Iphone, OdiimBR, Alistair Lawrence, JustAGuy, Kheinz.

Next Chapter: (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), (Chapter 23 - Escaping from Azkaban (1) (Chapter 24 - Escaping from Azkaban (2), (Chapter 25 - Wizengamot);

 


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