Chapter – 02/02
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Arcturus took a deep breath and sought to calm himself, though his heart was still in turmoil.
The direct blood of Salazar Slytherin still flowed in the land, nothing less than in his great-grandson.
How Regulus had become involved with someone from the direct lineage of the Slytherin House was a puzzle that troubled him. A series of unanswered questions churned in his mind, making it difficult for Arcturus to think clearly.
He had already met another family descended from the Slytherin House - the Gaunts. However, they were merely an impoverished household, filled with an innate arrogance that did not match the legendary legacy they carried.
But this situation was different. Asterion's mother - Minerva - bore the Slytherin name, which meant she was recognized as an heir or, at the very least, was registered in the Slytherin House's family tree.
Looking at the boy who gazed at him innocently, Arcturus coldly huffed. He knew the boy had orchestrated this entire scene as revenge; the boy certainly held his grudges. He just didn't expect such a surprising retaliation.
The Slytherin House held a singular significance for this nation, especially due to Salazar, a brilliant man who left a remarkable legacy throughout Britain. He was the architect of the foundations for the future Ministry of Magic, shaping and innovating in British wizarding society. Although thousands of years had passed since his death, the rules and principles he established still permeated the nation. The Noble Houses that once knelt before the man now controlled wizarding society.
It was only after the disappearance of the Slytherin House that the Black House ascended to the position of leader of the Pure-Blood Faction. For this reason, the Slytherin House always held deep meaning for the Noble Houses. This was one of the reasons why the Noble Houses chose to ally with Voldemort in the war.
Narcissa looked surprised at her great-uncle's constantly changing expressions. She swore she had never seen Arcturus Black as emotional as he appeared at that moment.
The stunning woman approached Arcturus and looked at the parchment in his hand with a curious gaze.
Upon seeing the contents of the parchment, Narcissa took a deep breath and looked at Asterion with a shocked expression.
Asterion, who had witnessed the entire scene, couldn't help but feel extremely pleased seeing the constant changes in the man's face; revenge certainly tasted like glorious triumph.
"Ragmuk, I would appreciate it if you kept discretion regarding what you read on the parchment," he said before the goblin could respond. "I'm not asking you to keep it a secret forever, just wait a month before you start selling the information to the other noble houses."
Arcturus knew it was impossible to keep such information due to the greedy nature of goblins, but he also didn't care. He just wanted to buy time, time to prepare to present Asterion in the most dazzling way possible because from today onwards, the House of Black officially carried the name Slytherin!
At the same time, a daring idea crossed his mind. With both statuses, the fear of the House of Black would be diluted with the name Slytherin. This meant that the restraints holding back the development of the House of Black had been undone.
"We have to go, there's a lot of paperwork to prepare everything, as well as formalizing your inheritance in both noble houses," Arcturus said, not caring about his great-grandson's childish revenge. He was racing against time.
Narcissa took Asterion's hand, and the three of them left the room, leaving a pensive goblin behind.
"Dumbledore must pay dearly for this information, as well as other noble houses. I feel like I'm getting rich," murmured the goblin, his smile stretching from one side of his face to the other.
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"Could have told me such important information earlier, don't you think, my dear great-grandson," Arcturus whispered to Asterion after they exited Gringotts. Though maintaining his elegance, they all walked with slightly quicker steps than usual.
How Arcturus wished he had known this information earlier, but there was no remedy for regret in the world.
"Well, it wouldn't be a surprise then, my dear great-grandfather," Asterion replied with a small, adorable smile on his innocent face.
A smile that Narcissa would put into an Animated Photo to cherish every possible moment.
"Just because it was apparated abruptly, you withheld such important information, don't you think it's an exaggeration?" Arcturus grunted slightly coldly and spoke with a slightly helpless tone.
"Well, it's one of my charms, am I too dramatic." Asterion didn't mind and showed a rather carefree smile.
Looking at the boy playing the role of an innocent child, Arcturus rolled his eyes and just muttered under his breath, "Cheeky brat."
Asterion smiled and placed his hand on one of Arcturus's arms, while Narcissa did the same on the other side. In the next instant, the three of them disappeared in Diagon Alley.
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Unfortunately for Arcturus, the news of Asterion's lineage was sold the next day. Something the old patriarch would remember well, as he had promised to make Ragmuk pay dearly for selling the information so quickly.
The worst part was who he sold the information to.
Looking at the cover of the Daily Prophet containing the image of him, Narcissa, and Asterion, Arcturus clenched his teeth in frustration. It was a conspiracy, a mere sensationalist journalist would never have enough money to buy such information from a greedy goblin. Whoever bought the information passed it to Rita Skeeter to cause chaos. He could imagine how chaotic the next session of the Wizengamot would be.
"Good move, Albus," Arcturus muttered with a cold look in his eyes.
"Very well. Let the games begin. I want to see if you can handle the pressure, and I'll start with you, you mere fifth-rate journalist. How dare you ruin my plans," Arcturus said coldly as he threw the newspaper onto the table.
He was certain it was Albus Dumbledore who leaked the news, which was obvious, as the biggest suspect is often the one who benefits the most from the news. And for that man, a divided Pure-Blood Faction was a good thing.
As for the reason for the division, it was quite simple: interests involved. Everyone wanted to profit from Asterion, especially with his great-grandson being unmarried. It was a stroke of genius by Dumbledore, not only delaying his fight against the Longbottom House but also sowing chaos in the Pure-Blood Faction.
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"It seems Arcturus will be busy for a while," Narcissa murmured, looking at the boy in her lap, reading the most important book in the library, although for her, the pages of the book were blank.
It was rare for the Black patriarch to skip meals, as he had done all day today, coming in and out of the Black Manor.
"A challenge at his age can spice up his monotonous life," Asterion said, without taking his eyes off the book. However, his eyes sparkled with a touch of wisdom; although he seemed indifferent to politics, he wasn't totally indifferent to her. He knew that with the exposure of his maternal lineage, the masquerade ball next month would be very lively.
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Author's Thoughts: Political movements! Alias was told that there will be two female protagonists that is: Man-Woman-Woman. It will contain Yuri, in case you are in doubt.
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[The Rise of a New Dark Lord]
"I must admit, the journalist has the gift of creating impactful headlines," Aurelius Greengrass, patriarch of the Greengrass family, said in a sarcastic tone.
As he took a sip of tea, Helena added with a tone of veiled curiosity, "I am genuinely intrigued to see how she will handle Arcturus Black's imminent wrath."
Aurelius nodded. Arcturus Black was a vengeful man and showed no mercy to his enemies. If Rita Skeeter survived more than a week, the Greengrass patriarch would genuinely be surprised.
He looked at his wife and asked, "What do you think of the boy?"
With a subtle smile playing on her lips, Helena examined the image of the boy in the newspaper. "From his cold and indifferent expression, he is unquestionably a Black, from the tips of his hair to the depths of his soul,"Although it is impossible to deny that its appearance can deceive the unsuspecting."
"A true Black..." Aurelius murmured, recalling his days at Hogwarts. He remembered seeing the members of the Black family, all of whom, except Sirius, Andromeda, and Bellatrix, were so cold that it was difficult to approach them, although equally powerful.
"So, which of our daughters do you intend to betroth him to?" Seeing her husband's pensive expression, Helena, who had been married to the man for over twenty years, knew what her husband was thinking at that moment; it wasn't very difficult to guess.
"Am I that easy to read?" Aurelius raised one of his eyebrows, intrigued.
"My dear, you should practice more on hiding your emotions." Helena shrugged, responding without much concern for the unpleasant expression on her husband's face.
She continued speaking. "But I don't think it will be so easy to win the boy over. The other houses will fight tooth and nail to win the right to be the boy's wife."
Aurelius nodded, aware that this competition for the alliance of the Black heir would be more than a mere battle of wills, but a true war of interests and ambitions. For the young man possessed not only the legacies of the most powerful wizards on the planet but also the potential to become one of the most powerful wizards of his generation, a key player of enormous importance in the British and international wizarding society.
"If you want to win the boy over, you must be prepared to bleed, for Arcturus, that old fox, will not sell his grandson for anything less than a fortune, although I would do the same in his place." Helena laughed at her husband's expression and spoke, looking out at the mansion garden.
The Greengrass Patriarch remained silent, pondering how much he was willing to spend to secure this marriage.
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In a cozy first-floor house, a girl around nineteen years old opened the door and shouted loudly, "Mom, I'm back from the mission!"
Seeing no response, the girl's hair changed color from purple to matte gray. She quickly ascended the stairs to the first floor, leading to a hallway with three doors, two bedrooms, and a bathroom. Opening the door to her parents' room, she sighed with relief upon seeing her mother lying comfortably in bed, reading a newspaper. However, her mother's face displayed a clear expression of nostalgia and a fleeting trace of guilt.
"Is something wrong, Mom?" the young woman asked as she sat down beside her mother on the bed.
The woman in bed looked surprised at her daughter's sudden arrival and said with a welcoming smile on her lips, "Nymphadora, I didn't realize you had arrived, sweetie."
"Mom, don't call me Nymphadora…" Tonks groaned in frustration, hearing her mother use her full name.
"Yes, yes, Tonks," Andromeda responded absentmindedly, returning her focus to the newspaper.
"What are you looking at that's so interesting you didn't notice I arrived?" Tonks asked, looking curiously at the newspaper.
To her surprise, she saw three people: an elderly, very tall man, a beautiful woman equally tall, holding the shoulders of an adorable boy.
The three were obviously nobles by the clothes they wore and how they carried themselves. She had encountered her fair share of nobility at Hogwarts, and many times, those encounters hadn't ended pleasantly, so the young woman didn't have a favorable impression of any noble.
Although, strangely, none had ever caused trouble for her, which was odd given how arrogant those annoying young masters were.
But the headline was even more intriguing than the people in the photo.
["The Rise of a New Dark Lord"].
The headline certainly captured her curiosity.
"Who are they, and why does the old man seem familiar to me? Have I met him before?" Tonks asked, looking at the three people in the moving photo. She focused on the elderly man; for some reason, she felt she knew him, but couldn't quite recall when she had met him. Perhaps she was too young at the time?
Andromeda opened her mouth to speak but then closed it again, hesitating to divulge who they were. She didn't want her daughter to get involved in this political world, but seeing her daughter's curiosity, she knew she couldn't remain silent.
"He's your great-great-uncle, Arcturus. Beside him is my sister, Narcissa, and as for the boy, he's the son of my cousin, Regulus," Andromeda answered after hesitating for a long moment.Tonks was simply petrified by the news; her mother had never spoken about her family of origin. Tonks only knew that her mother had been disowned for marrying her father, so she had never cared to ask about such a despicable family.
"So why are you showing such a sad expression then? They are horrible people; they kicked you out of the house," Tonks frowned, seeing the melancholic expression on her mother's face.
Andromeda stroked the photo and sighed. "You don't understand, Dora. I miss them, my sister, Arcturus, I even want to meet my new cousin; he looks adorable in the photo. I always wanted a younger brother."
"Why miss people who cruelly expelled you for marrying someone you loved?" Tonks really didn't understand her mother. Feeling missing for such people was incomprehensible to her.
"They aren't like that, Dora, they love me, just as I love them. Even from afar, they protected me, just as they protected you." Andromeda shook her head as she weakly leaned against the pillow.
"But they expelled you," Tonks said, eyes wide. Was it because of her mother's family that those irritating young masters never bothered her?
"It was the rules, Dora. I chose not to practice the family's Simplified Innate Technique, so by the family's rules, I was no longer a Black," Andromeda said, staring up at the ceiling. Sometimes she wondered if it was the right choice, but after meeting Ted and feeling the love he had for her, she still thanked herself for the decision she made decades ago.
Seeing the melancholy on Andromeda's face, Tonks didn't press further with questions, though she was shocked to learn that her mother was a member of the infamous Black family. But Tonks was determined to help her mother reconcile with her family; she could see how much Andromeda missed them.
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Author's Thoughts: I don't need to say who one of the female protagonists will be, to tell the truth, I think the identity of the second female protagonist is quite obvious, but don't ask me because I won't say anything!
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