Capítulo 36: Chapter - 36 : Shadows of the Past part - 3
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"No matter what grievances we hold against each other, I am still the Paterfamilias of the House of Black – a family you are still a member of, despite your poor behaviour," Arcturus said coldly. "Now, I wish to meet this boy you've foisted upon us all. Call him down here."
Sirius hesitated, but Orion's appearance at the top of the staircase saved him from having to decide whether or not to obey his grandfather's order.
"No need, I'm here, dad," Orion said, slowly descending the stairs and joining the two older wizards in the entrance hall.
"Right." Sirius wondered how long Orion had been listening in on the conversation. "Grandfather, may I present my son, Orion Black? Orion, this is Arcturus Black, Paterfamilias of the Noble and Ancient House of Black."
"Pleased to meet you, sir," Orion said, offering his hand to shake. Sirius winced at the gesture while Arcturus frowned in disapproval.
"Honestly boy, didn't your mother teach you any manners?"
"Er…" Orion said, obviously uncertain as to what he'd done wrong.
"You don't offer to shake hands with your social superior," Sirius explained quietly. "It's up to the other wizard to make the gesture – or not as the case may be."
"Oh," Orion said, and quickly lowered his arm. "Sorry."
"He grew up in France," Sirius told his grandfather, trying to smooth away the blunder. "Amongst muggles even."
"Muggles!" Arcturus shook his head in disgust. "What in Merlin's name was that Evelinda girl thinking?"
Sirius shrugged while Orion looked rather offended on his pretend mother's behalf.
"She wanted to keep me safe," he said. "Sir," he added quickly.
"Well I don't deny that things were dangerous during the war, but she should have come to us once the Dark Lord disappeared," Arcturus said firmly. "Melania and I would have seen to it that you were raised as a proper wizard should be."
"Um, thank you," Orion said.
Arcturus looked him over critically. "Well, your manners are certainly appalling. What about your knowledge of your heritage and pureblood culture? Did Evelinda teach you any of that?"
"No, not really," Orion replied.
"Then is your spell-work any good at least? Or are you entirely without any redeeming qualities to make up for your blood-traitor parents and your unfortunate birth," Arcturus asked with a slight sneer in Sirius' direction. Sirius just rolled his eyes, entirely used to being disparaged by his relatives.
"I'm good at magic," Orion said defensively.
"Not just good, he's bloody brilliant," Sirius said proudly, squeezing Orion's shoulder as he remembered the Patronus Orion had conjured the first time they'd met. Casting a spell like that as a ten-year-old, even one from the future, was truly impressive.
Arcturus nodded in approval. "That is something at least. The rest can be learnt, but magical talent is something one either has or has not."
Orion looked rather fed up with the interrogation. "May I ask why you're asking all these questions, sir?"
"As Paterfamilias it is my duty to ensure that all Blacks uphold the family name," Arcturus told him.
"And what have you decided, grandfather?" Sirius inquired.
"That if you and your bastard child wish to be considered members of my House, you'll have to work for it," Arcturus said curtly. "Now, you've already taken up too much of my time. Expect an invitation to Black Manor shortly. I'm sure Melania will want to inspect her newly discovered great-grandson herself. Good day."
With that the wizard strode back out the front door, his dark blue cloak billowing behind him as he turned on the spot and disapparated with a soft pop.
"Huh," Orion said as he stared after him. "So that's my new great granddad."
"Yep!" Sirius stepped forwards to swing the door closed. "Lovely man, isn't he?" he added sarcastically as he headed back up the stairs to the drawing room.
"I'm surprised he bothered to come here at all," Orion said, following him. "I mean, I know you were never officially disowned but I thought you'd basically cut all contact with your family."
"I did," Sirius said, flinging himself down into one of the high-backed chairs, one leg slung over the arm rest. "Which pleased all my relatives immensely since it meant they could pretend I didn't existed. Unfortunately though, ever since Regulus died I've been the only surviving Black capable of inheriting the position of Paterfamilias once Arcturus snuffs it. Of course, he could always decide to leave the title to Narcissa's boy or some other distant relative, but that would mean choosing an heir from outside the House of Black."
"So he's hoping, what?" Orion began shifting the books he'd been reading so that he could sit down in his old chair. "That you've turned into a respectable pureblood and if not that he can mould me into his heir instead?"
"You've pretty much nailed it, I'm guessing," Sirius said. "I think the old man is desperate not to have to leave everything to a Malfoy. It would basically mean the end of the Black Family if he did."
"What about you? What do you think about the whole thing?"
"Do I want to inherit, you mean?" Sirius looked over at Orion, who nodded in reply. "Well normally I'd answer 'hell no' and happily continue on with my blood-traitor ways, but that's probably not a good idea under the circumstances. You said Voldemort wasn't the real problem in your old world, that it was the whole ideology he represented…"
"Yeah, that's right," Orion agreed. "There was all this ridiculous propaganda about how muggleborns 'stole' magic and stuff, and everyone just ate it up. Of course the muggleborns and some of the half-bloods disagreed, but they couldn't do much. Most of them were arrested or killed, while the rest were too scared to speak out. Really it was only the Order and DA members who actually did anything to try to stop the blatant discrimination."
"Well I can easily imagine the same thing happening in this world," Sirius said. "Purebloods run the Ministry. By definition Muggleborns can't hold hereditary seats on the Wizengamot and due to prejudice are very rarely able to fill any of the elected seats either. Ministry contacts and political influence are needed to rise anywhere above the level of a junior clerk, which means it's the Purebloods - especially ones from old and wealthy families - who hold all the power."
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