sirius' dramatic entry gets ruined
Hogwarts 1976, Unknown Location, Scotland
James sighs dreamily gazing at his obsession—ahem—lady love, Oh how beautiful she looked when—uh—when....James shook his head, his thoughts strangely muddled as he tried to remember when his Lily-Flower (who? the same girl who said you aren't worth her time? who looks down her nose at you, and screeches at you whenever you are in her vicinity? The one who doesn't follow the ways of magic? Wake Up James, she is a mudbl— why can't you remember? You must remember) looked the most beautiful. But before he could go any further with the train of thought, a bright light enveloped him and suddenly he was falling.
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Sirius subtly glances at his baby brother—ahem—Regulus—he should stay in character— to see him just as confused as Sirius, frowning softly as he surveys the room.
The Gryffindor takes in the people who had been dumped just like him in the middle of a surprisingly peaceful day (he should have known the peace wouldn't have lasted). It seemed like the whole school was there. He nodded to the heirs discreetly they when met his eyes.
He is about to announce his presence when screaming interrupts his dramatic reveal. Every eye falls on the falling source of the sound which sounds very familiar (like prongs when the water is a little too cold) as a flailing body lands next to him in a heap.
He pouts, and there goes his plan of drawing attention to himself.
The room laughs at his best mate's misfortune when a resounding BANG! is heard.
His family and several other Purebloods and Ministry workers appear.
He grins to himself, more chaos, how marvelous!
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Regulus' brain goes miles and kilometers in seconds as he analyzes his current situation, he notes the presence of his friends and brother among the other students of the school.
BANG!
The sound comes after the laughter and distracts him, he looks up to see his family among other gathered people, nudging his friends in their ribs he signs them towards the area where his family along with the Malfoys, the Rosiers, and the Lestranges are standing whispering among each other discreetly.
Evans, Rabastan, and Barty nod at him and follow his lead toward their families (well except Barty, but he follows them regardless, anything is better than his father's displeasure in seeing him donned in Slytherin robes).
Greeting the Lords first, he moves to sit next to his friends on the nearby couch, smiling slightly at his family. (he nearly exhales in relief when he finds two of them missing, their existence still a secret.)
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The students reunite with their families, some smiling, some grimacing, hugs, and uncharacteristic smiles are exchanged whereas some ice cold facade rebuilds and scowls make way on faces.
The screen lights up, drawing attention their attention to it, a girl and a boy are shown sitting donned in pureblood robes and heir rings displayed on their fingers.
Some of the audience show their distaste at the show of wealth and status, an image of a snobby Slytherin forming in their minds while others nod in approval.
"Merry meet," they say together.
The girl is beautiful her features striking resemblance to Potter, some think with curiosity and others with disdain.
Muggleborns and some half-bloods are confused by the address. The Purebloods smile, eyes shining in approval.
The Potters look at the girl wondering about her appearance and the Potter heir ring on her finger.
The Blacks however have their eyes fixed on the boy, his silver eyes, the curl of his hair, and rings on his fingers, The Black emblem shining on it.
Sirius' thoughts come to a screeching halt as he sees the smirk on the boy's lips, something that looks like an echo of his own.
Regulus observes and frowns a little when the boy looks a little too much like his friend for his liking.
"I welcome thou to mine stage, mine act, and mine play." the girl says confusing many.
"Welcome to view the story that I display." the boy continues.
"Mine truth is mine own, liquid honor runs 'i mine veins."
Red and Gold magic explodes in the background enveloping the heiress.
Many eyes widen as they realize the significance of the lines, the words of the Potter family echo in the room, as ancient magic rushes to acknowledge the claim.
Fleamont, Charlus, and James straighten as the magic within them hums in approval conforming to the girl's identity as a Potter and her right to the heir ring.
"Mine heart is mine own, cunning I do not lack, mine blood pure, 'tis magic Black." the boy says as his robes flutter to reveal toujours pur written in silver calligraphy on his wrist.
Gasps ring around Regulus as he tries and fails to hide his surprise when the magic rises to acknowledge the claim and hums in approval. Every scion of the house of Black meets each other's eyes and recognition flashes in silver orbs.
The Muggle raised and the ones who have ventured far from their roots, are still confused.
"I am Aster-Dorea Potter, the first of mine name, the daughter of the Lord James Potter, nephew of Lord Fleamont Potter, Heir to the Ancient and Most Noble House of Potter."
James' mouth falls open as he looks at his daughter from the future (her claim has already been acknowledged by magic it has to be true).
Lily Evans wonders why this girl claiming to be James' daughter looks like a pureblood, the amount of amortentia she has been dosing him with on the headmaster's orders, she has to be her daughter and there was simply no way Dumbledore will allow her daughter would to be a pureblood snob.
She feels an inkling of hope slither through her heart, maybe I am free of his control? Maybe she is free of his control?
Lord Potter looks at his granddaughter and smiles in pride, at her manners and company, a lady that one is, James did well.
Sirius laughs at his god-daughter (any other godfather is simply unacceptable), grateful Dumbledore didn't get his claws in her.
Remus looks at his friend's reaction and wonders if they know that he knew.
Many are confused, why is Potter behaving like a filthy Slytherin?
Severus sneers at the girl's arrogance, just like her father.
"And I am Astrophel-Regulus Black, the first of mine name, the nephew of the Lord Alkaid Black, grand-daughter of the Lord Arcturus Black, the Heir to the Ancient and Most Noble House of Black."
Gasps ring around this time as people hear that Sirius is not the next Lord Black, his fangirls who dreamt of being the next Lady Consort cry as their dreams shatter.
Bellatrix cackles as the claim is acknowledged, her eyes filled with mirth at the continuation of the line.
Lord Black watches with amusement as chaos erupts and a well-kept secret is unveiled.
Sirius and Regulus wonder whose son he is, happy that their darling baby sister has not been defiled. (well....).
The other Black's smile at the boy who is their new heir, seeing and approving of his manners.
Rabastan and Barty look at their friend and wonder about Alkaid, whose name they hadn't even heard before today.
Others question the title of Lord instead of Lady and wonder why Sirius or Regulus are not the Lord of their House.
James smiles, and his cousin's identity is finally revealed.
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"Confused?" Astrophel laughs and makes a rich sound that sends some girls swooning.
People nod.
"Well darlin' life, we should tell them now."
The Potter males fume, their scion would not date, ever.
"Oh love, If you say so."
James' jaw clenches, why is his daughter calling a boy love?
"Well for the less fortunate in the minds, who haven't reached the conclusion already, we are from the future, the year 1998."
Snorts are heard as one who already reached the conclusion, amusing themselves at his wit.
"We have arranged this call by using an ancient ritual that will allow you to see the future so that you can bring the changes made faster and prevent many deaths."
Muggleborns and 'Light' wizards look scandalized at the mention of 'dark' magic, throwing accusations at the boy.
"SILENCE!"
The voice of the Potter Lord rings in the room.
"Ritualistic magic is not dark, it is magic in its purest form, which is done by offering the blood of the caster as an offering to the gods, do not speak of things you know nothing of."
The 'Light Wizards' scowl but quiet down wondering why the lord of a 'Light' house is defending 'dark' magic.
"May Magic bless you and yours."
With these parting words the screen blacks out.
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