Chapter 28
Walking with Hagrid holding a baby puppy while leading a young Abraxans behind him I laugh seeing him smile proudly "think she'll like her?" He asks.
"It's got huge paws" I say softly.
"She a Great Dane Mastiff mix"
"Muggle?"
"Yes, she's gonna be a big one"
"And the Abraxans?"
"She's for Olympe, she's a beauty made me think of her"
"So you got Mother a muggle puppy and her a magical horse?"
"Yes, Olympe mentioned wanting to breed them here's her first one, the prettiest one they had"
Nodding I help him lead the horse inside a transfigured Stall in the garden.
Turning I walk back inside seeing Mother holding a huge bottle of single malt whiskey out "give it to him" she says holding it out to Kreacher.
"Aquila, what did you get Eleanor?"
Sighing I pull out a package and open it showing her a black dress with black makeup "you got her makeup and a dress?"
"Silk from a rare pure white Acromantula" I say shrugging.
She nods but frowns hearing whimpering "Aquila Black do you have a dog?"
"Technically Hagrid has a puppy that's a Christmas present for someone" I say before closing my gift placing it underneath the tree.
"Your sister has agreed to help you practice, go train with her" she orders.
2 days later
Standing in the dueling arena I twirl my wand patiently waiting till I see both Lastrange and Riddle come in looking smug, I smirk looking around.
"The rules are simple all spells are allowed including the unforgivables, if you lose then you lose all titles and claims as an heir" the minister says "Aquila Black, as challenger choose who you will duel first" he adds.
Humming I boredly look at them while twirling my wand carefully allowing Hermione and Morgana to feed their magic into mine before feeling them both pushing to take control with me 'who's taking control for the fight?' Hermione asks.
'Let her, we will keep watch and help feed her more magic' Morgana says.
"I'll fight both together" I answer calmly.
Hearing the people who've gathered to watch gasp I ignore them bowing slightly showing my respect for traditions, while they ignore it 'I want their blood' Morgana screams at the disrespect.
2 hours later
Standing in the area I breathe heavily with my body shaking while I stand watching as the Lastrange Heir lays on the ground covered in blood dead.
Turning to Riddle I shiver feeling Morgana push her way to the front taking control, looking around I see everyone looks shocked at me "YOU HAVE TWISTED OUR HISTORY AND TRADITIONS INTO HATEFUL LIES, MAGIC WILL JUDGE YOU ON YOUR WORTH" she screams before casting a spell.
I watch as a bright purple spell hits him, Riddle screams as cracks form along his body with a white light shining through them pouring out.
Hearing a loud crack I watch as the light shining from him pours out of him forming a basilisk that looks around before shooting forward slamming into my chest.
Laughing I double over seeing Riddle shaking while trying to cast a spell with a look of horror on his face "magic has rejected you".
He screams looking at the Slytherin ring on his finger tightening till it cuts off his finger before he passes out in shock, stepping closer to him I smirk standing over him "Obliviate".
Taking control again I step over him tilting my head looking at him frowning "you're lower then muggles now, magic has found you unworthy of it's gift".