Until The End

Until The End

Chapter 21: Sweet Bitterness

"The power of music is stronger than anything else in the world, it can make even the strongest man cry…"

Ron Weasley's P.O.V:

The Burrow – Monday, August 11th, 1992 (2 p.m.)

"Happy birthday, Ginny!" Everyone chorused as Molly placed an extravagant, gaudy cake in front of a scarlet-faced Ginny, surrounded by her family. She's already bloody eleven…

"Go on, Ginny, blow out the candles!" Fred encouraged, and Ginny obliged willingly. As she blew out the eleven candles, everyone emitted a boisterous cheer and Molly immediately began cutting slices for everyone. Looks bloody good, that's for sure!

"Are you going to give Ginny the broom?" Xavier questioned quietly from beside Ron, and the redhead nodded.

"Yeah, I will. Just not here, otherwise mum will have my hide," Ron replied, and he smiled endearingly as Ginny sauntered up to him and Xavier with two plates of cake in her hands.

"Happy birthday, Gin," Xavier ruffled the girl's hair and her cheeks turned rosy.

"Thanks, Xavier," Ginny responded with a bright smile, and she handed the slices of cake to the two Slytherins.

"Ginny, I want to show you something," Ron spoke up, and Ginny's smile morphed into a curious expression. "It's a surprise."

"Really?!" Ginny gasped, her eyes gleaming at the mysterious prospect; she always loved surprises. "What is it, Ronnie? Show me!"

"Come along then," Ron chuckled, leading his ecstatic younger sister up the stairs to his bedroom, and Xavier shot him a grin. Once Ron guided Ginny into his room and shut the door, Ginny looked around with impatient anticipation.

"Where is it, Ronnie?" Ginny inquired, her eyes narrowing on her favourite brother.

"So, Gin, I've known for a while now of your little secret," Ron started enigmatically, causing Ginny to pacify. "How you secretly sneak off to the broom shed and fly on the brooms when we aren't around."

Ginny's face instantly paled and her eyes shimmered with dread. "Please, Ronnie, don't tell mummy or daddy-"

"Happy birthday, Ginny," Ron interjected, presenting his sister with her new broom. It took a good few seconds for Ginny to register the situation before she finally placed her hand on the Comet 260 with a gobsmacked expression.

"You… got this… for me?" Ginny questioned quietly as she couldn't believe her own eyes.

"Yes, now, don't tell mum-"

"THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU!" Ginny exclaimed, her voice ringing in Ron's ears, and she pounced onto him and gripped him tightly as she wrapped her arms around his waist. Ron was caught off guard, especially when he realised how robust Ginny's hold seemed. Bloody hell, I might die of suffocation…

"Alright, loosen up a bit, will you?" Ron requested awkwardly, but Ginny completely ignored him and instead tightened the hug indefatigably.

"I love you, Ronnie…" Ginny muttered, and Ron smiled softly.

"I love you too, Gin," Ron returned, rubbing circles gently around his sister's back. "Look, Ginny, you can't tell mum or dad, ok?"

"Yes, I won't tell a soul," Ginny agreed submissively, nodding vigorously as she perused her new gift.

"Good. I wanted to buy this for you since you can fly around in your spare time at Hogwarts and I think you can become really good at it," Ron admitted candidly. "Maybe even better than Charlie…"

"Really?" Ginny whispered, her protuberant chocolate brown eyes glimmering with buoyant tears. "Thank you so much, Ronnie…"

"Use it well, little sister," Ron advised soothingly. "Now come on, let's go back before we raise any more suspicion of our disappearance. After all, you're the birthday girl."

London, England – Thursday, August 21st,1992 (11:30 a.m.)

"So, what did you guys think?" Tracey asked with a knowing grin.

"That was… amazing!" Millie exclaimed, and she held an awestruck expression.

"I've got to admit, the Muggles have really outdone themselves there," Theo agreed, shaking his head in absolute astonishment.

"I can't even fathom what I've just seen," Blaise added in, looking mildly impressed for a change.

"It was so scary!" Pansy remarked, her features pale and her pupils dilated. "The way that… creature… just came out all bloodied… eww!"

"Ease up, Pans, it was only a movie," Xavier placated smoothly. "Little things like that make a movie special."

"I've never seen anything like it," Daphne uttered breathlessly, trying her best to adjust her eyes to the daylight. "It was all so scary, loud, tense, disgusting, and heroic at the same time!"

Ron simply trudged preoccupiedly along with his friends, utterly mesmerised from what he had witnessed. It was the day that Tracey and Daphne were celebrating their birthday and once Ron and Xavier had flooed over to the Greengrass Manor, Tracey's parents had taken them all out to a place called the 'Cinemas' to watch a movie called 'Alien Three'. Ron, Theo, Blaise, Daphne, Millie, and Pansy had no bloody clue what the Cinemas were or what 'Alien Three' was, but both Tracey and Xavier insisted on not explaining what it was or what was going to happen.

Soon enough, Ron found himself seated in an immense, spacious room filled with rows of comfortable red seats all facing a huge wall along with his friends and random Muggle strangers. They were each handed a box of a delicious treat called 'popcorn' and a drink called 'coke' that Ron seemed to be insatiable of.

The huge screen proceeded to project moving pictures and Ron couldn't believe his own eyes. His dad was right all along. Muggles really were incredibly creative and unique. Ron never thought he would be sitting watching something so horrific and interesting at the same time. Blaise and Theo were too awestruck to even utter a single word, Pansy and Daphne were covering their eyes and would scream when something scary happened, and Millie would watch in pure fascination. As for Tracey and Xavier, they sat back and watched the movie with comfort.

Once the movie had gotten somewhere past the halfway point, Ron and his friends felt the impulse to perpetually question Tracey and Xavier, thus making some other people in the rows in front heavily grouchy, much to the amusement of Tracey and Xavier.

Alien Three seemed to make Ron question everything right about now. Were extra-terrestrials real? How did Muggles even come up with such ideas? How did they even produce all of this without magic? Had Muggles actually travelled to space?

"Ron, dear, watch where you are going," Mrs. Davis warned with a light chuckle, and Ron looked up in time to avoid an outdoor table. Blimey, I would have walked straight into that if I wasn't focusing!

"Are you alright, Ron?" Pansy asked while Theo and Tracey sniggered at Ron. Ron nodded rather absent-mindedly, and Xavier chuckled.

"Ah, I see, you're overthinking everything, aren't you, mate?" Xavier speculated, and Ron nodded with a sheepish smile.

"It's all right, Ron, once mum and dad find a good place for us to eat, by all means, you can ask your questions," Tracey proposed with an enthusiastic giggle. "That goes for all of you. I'm sure Xavier and I can answer your questions to the best of our abilities."

"Great, I've got so many," Theo nodded firmly, and they continued to walk down the strip, passing by several Muggle food shops, and Ron couldn't help but stay a little on alert, something that everyone, save Tracey, Xavier, and Tracey's parents were doing.

Tracey and Xavier both noticed this and rolled their eyes concurrently. "Guys, you can ease up, all right? Muggles won't randomly fly into you or something."

"Right, of course," Pansy chuckled nervously, while Theo, Daphne, and Blaise all eyed Muggles that glanced at them with raised eyebrows as if waiting to be accosted by the Muggles.

"Alright, kiddos, we can eat here," Mr. Davis spoke up in a jovial tone, pointing to a food joint that had outdoor seating. Mr. Davis then grinned wickedly. "Did you guys know that this was one of the places where my wife here tried to persuade me of how good Muggle food was? Needless to say, I was thoroughly impressed although she was rather picky with the food since Tracey was inhabiting her stomach. Good times, right love?"

"Dad!" Tracey whined, her cheeks becoming flustered, while Mrs. Davis pinched the bridge of her nose. Ron, Theo, Pansy, and Millie broke into a fit of chuckles, while Xavier, Daphne, and Blaise smirked. I love Mr. Davis!

"For the love of Jesus, Henry, stop embarrassing your daughter in front of her friends," Mrs. Davis sighed, though her eyes glistened with amusement.

"Alright, alright, no need to get your knickers in a twist," Mr. Davis acceded, surrendering his arms into the air. "Follow me, kids."

Once Mr. Davis requested a table for ten, two of the waiters joined two tables together and everyone seated themselves, while Mr. Davis and Mrs. Davis began to give out the orders to a worker with a notepad.

"Merlin, why are we so exposed?" Theo questioned alarmingly, his eyes fastidiously darting in every direction and Tracey slapped his shoulder with a frown.

"Stop that, Theo, there's nothing to be worrying over," Tracey reiterated firmly.

"Anyways, can you and Xavier finally answer our bloody questions?" Ron asked rather eagerly. Tracey and Xavier nodded in affirmation.

As Ron launched his unremitting questions, his voice was thrown into the mix of Theo's, Millie's, Pansy's, and Daphne's. Blaise was too clever to know that this would occur and just sat back with an entertained smirk. Tracey and Xavier's eyes widened at the bombardment of questions, and everyone ceased themselves with abashed grins.

"One at a time, no one is running late for an appointment for Merlin's sake," Xavier joked.

"Have Muggles really entered space?" Theo asked with furrowed brow, stroking his chin skeptically. "And have they reached the moon?"

"Indeed, they have, mate. The first man in space was a cosmonaut from Russia named Yuri Gagarin. He was sent up in a space capsule in nineteen sixty-two. As for the first man on the moon, he was an American astronaut named Neil Armstrong. He and two other men were aboard a spacecraft called the Apollo Eleven and they reached the moon in nineteen sixty-nine. On the same date as my birthday, in fact," Xavier explained truthfully, while Tracey nodded in confirmation. Everyone else looked positively wonderstruck. That's bloody brilliant, that is! I wonder if dad knows…

"How Muggles built those so-called space capsules is beyond me…" Blaise mumbled.

"Are those alien things… real?" Pansy asked, looking rather frightened at the prospect. Ron couldn't blame her; the horrid images of those creatures would definitely haunt Ron's dreams.

Xavier and Tracey exchanged an uneasy look, and Xavier looked back at them with a firm look. "Look, whether you choose to believe If extra-terrestrials are real or not, one cannot be too sure. Some believe that such things do not exist and are merely fiction or fable, while others truly believe that we aren't alone in this Universe."

Xavier's chilling clarification had definitely shaken up Ron and the girls. Even Theo and Blaise looked positively disturbed at such thought of other beings out there that humans on Earth didn't even know about.

"I think I'll stick to the first option," Millie alleviated, no doubt trying to lighten the mood.

"Do you really think that we aren't alone in this Universe?" Pansy whispered in a disconcerted tone, and her eyes were fixated on the sempiternal skies.

"Oh, bloody no, look at what I've done," Xavier muttered quickly, while Tracey giggled. This isn't funny! Now I'm going to bloody stay up wondering if there are some ugly cunts out there in the stars watching over us, planning an attack!

"Well, I think that it's complete nonsense!" Daphne huffed, though it came off rather adorable as her voice was in a higher pitch than usual. "I mean, wouldn't someone have known at least by now? And where's the proof, Xavier?"

"Oh, there's an abundant amount of proof, Daphne," Xavier continued in a perturbing tone, his eyes gleaming mysteriously. "Sightings of unidentified flying objects, weird and inhumane sounds recorded from space, several ancient stories and dialects depicting communication with extra-terrestrials, it's all there."

"Oh please," Daphne retorted, though she didn't sound so sure this time. Ron shuddered at the maniacal glint in Xavier's eyes. Yep, I'm definitely not sleeping properly for the next few weeks, that's for sure…

"Moving on," Blaise spoke up, clearing his voice. "How did Muggles even come up with the idea of Cinema?"

"I believe it was more of an evolution," Tracey answered with a thoughtful look. "But as of where theatre truly originated, it came from Athens in Ancient Greece. They were known as plays and as stories would be scripted, people would be hired to act, read, and sing such plays to entertain audiences. But I guess storytelling has always been a thing for everyone for God knows how long."

"Fair enough," Blaise nodded, and his brow furrowed deeply. "Have the Muggles travelled to other planets?"

"Good question, Blaise," Xavier replied, knowing that Blaise was a pundit on the topic of astronomy. "They haven't sent humans as the conditions on other plants were unknown and thus, they sent spacecrafts instead to take an innumerable amount of pictures and for us to study and make theories on how the planets were like and changed. But I'm sure in due time, scientists and those who work in that field will develop ways for humans to reach and walk on planets like Mars."

Blaise nodded intriguingly and sat back to muse over his thoughts. There was a silence between the group before Theo stared at the Muggles passing by and said quietly, "I've really underestimated Muggles. They keep surprising me…" That makes the two of us, mate.

"I'm sure it would be the absolute same if it was the other way around, Theo," Tracey pointed out with an amicable smile, and Theo nodded curtly.

"Do you guys reckon that Muggles are more powerful than us magical folk?" Millie asked genuinely, and everyone tensed slightly. Honestly, I don't even know anymore…

"Nah no way, we've got magic, Mills," Theo objected immediately. "Our lifespans are longer, we have more healing remedies, we've got spells that they have no idea about and so much more." True. Dad does always remark about how Muggles get on without magic…

"Fair point, however, you have no idea what kind of weapons Muggles have and utilize, mate," Xavier countered firmly. "Tell me, do you guys know anything about the Muggle's World War One and World War Two?" Muggle wars?!

"The Muggles had wars?" Pansy queried in disbelief.

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure that the Global Wizarding War led and initiated by Gillert Grindelwald took place around the same time the Muggles were having their own second world war," Theo answered, and Xavier nodded strongly.

"Wasn't a German dictator named Adolf Hitler responsible for the second Muggle war?" Daphne inquired, and Tracey gave a half nod and a half-shake. Adolf Hitler?

"Yes, he was in charge of the Nazi party of Germany and his ideals and actions sparked many things that led up to World War Two, but it was the aftermath of World War One that also left some things to cause World War Two," Tracey informed. "The Muggle governments have weapons that even a ton of Muggles themselves probably don't know about, Daph."

"Have any of you ever heard of an atomic bomb?" Xavier questioned, and everyone shook their head, save Blaise and Tracey. Atomic bomb?

"Isn't it some kind of nuclear weapon?" Blaise asked, and Xavier nodded. Ron didn't know what the bloody hell a nuclear weapon was or looked like, but he sure knew that it sounded like it was something used for mass destruction.

"Can you tell us about it, mate?" Ron asked with a captivated look. Xavier nodded, and everyone leaned in to listen to him intently.

"Well basically, the United States built and created atomic bombs after extensive research, and they employed it on Japan as they needed Japan to surrender and to also prove that they were a deadly nation to be reckoned with. One of the bombs was dropped in a city called Hiroshima, while another was dropped in a city called Nagasaki. The bombs were dropped from the sky and ended up decimating hundreds of thousands of civilians and residents of the cities. The two exposure sites had become radioactive as well, meaning that you couldn't actually live there without feeling the effects of high-level radioactivity burning your skin for example," Xavier stated with a detached voice, and Ron couldn't help but feel cold chills rush down his spine. "As I said, you should never underestimate Muggles. You have no idea what power and technologies they possess."

"That's… impossible…" Theo muttered, sweat forming at his brow. If what Xavier was informing them about was unequivocally true, then Theo definitely needed to inform his father of this news. Ron stared down at his own hands. What possessed Muggles to even THINK of creating such weapons?!

"You think I would make that all up, eh?" Xavier asked in a low tone, and he chuckled coldly. "That would be quite the story, wouldn't it?"

"But why?" Millie interjected while Daphne and Pansy looked downright affrighted. "Why would Muggles build such weapons of devastation?"

Xavier smirked vacuously and responded, "That's what war brings, Mills. If they had to defeat one another, they needed to find ways for more power and use it as an opportunity to get the hostile opposition side to surrender or stand down. War only ensues heartbreak, hatred, death, destruction, and casualties."

Ron gulped visibly and rubbed his forehead tiredly. War… This talk was making Ron think about the present and the erudition he was enmeshed within, and to be quite frank, his worry was increasing exponentially. War would be bloody horrendous, and Ron was beset with a sufficient amount of hints from numerous visceral visions that war would unfortunately occur. Ron also knew that it was childish to believe that another wizarding war would only be a contingency. And now that Ron was aware of a sample of the weapons that Muggles retained, it brought no solace whatsoever to the topic of war. There's no way I'm going to sit back and let it all happen without doing anything about it…

"Ron, are you alright?" Tracey asked, rubbing his arm soothingly and Ron snapped out from his thoughts. "You're shaking slightly."

"Yeah, mate, you look really pale," Theo added in, and Ron waved it aside.

"I'm fine, guys. Just processing what I heard, that's all," Ron replied distantly, and Xavier sighed deeply.

"Look, you lot don't have to think about it too much. From what I've read about and heard, we magical folk concealed ourselves very securely from interfering with the Muggle wars," Xavier advised strongly, and Blaise scoffed in agreement.

"Xavier's right. He was only answering our questions. Get over it, you lot, we were the ones asking him and Trace these questions in the first place," Blaise suggested aloofly, his face full of indifference.

"Don't be so rude, Blaise," Pansy huffed, while Daphne glared at him.

"I'm just saying…" Blaise mumbled with annoyance. "There's nothing to lose your hair over…"

Fortunately, the awkward moment came to an end when the waiters arrived with everyone's food. About bloody time, I'm famished!

The waiters set down the plates of hamburgers, chips, and salad dressings co-ordinately and began to serve drinks. There was an ambrosial smell that permeated through the air as Ron took a whiff of the juicy, scrumptious hamburger in front of him, and his mouth watered with anticipation. Bloody hell, it smells fantastic!

"We hope you enjoy," one of the waiters spoke respectfully, and as soon as they left, Ron instantaneously partook his food. It was a newfangled experience for Ron, and he couldn't believe what he was tasting. If this was what Muggle food tasted like, Ron would gladly assimilate into this 'new world'. The meat was juicy, the sauces that accompanied it added more flavour, and the buns were soft and sweet-like. This is almost as good as mum's cooking!

"Blimey, Ron, slow down and savour the taste," Tracey giggled, though she shared his sentiment towards the food. Ron forced himself to chew his food slower, but it was a lost cause. Everyone else simply shook their heads and chuckled to one another as they were already accustomed to this behaviour from Ron.

"Hmm, so bloody good," Ron moaned in delight, licking his lips and his friends burst into laughter. Even Tracey's parents exchanged amused looks.

"The lettuce is quite slimy in my opinion," Blaise complained, and Theo sniggered at him.

"You're such a food snob, Blaise," Pansy giggled, and Blaise shot her a deadpanned look.

"The chips taste quite nice," Millie pointed out, passing Ron a few.

"Thank you for taking us out, Henry and Claudia," Daphne said, her tone filled with gratitude, and her friends shared her appreciative sentiment.

"It's our pleasure, sweethearts," Mrs. Davis promised, smiling brightly at the children.

"So, what will we do when we get back?" Ron asked, feeling more eased as he devoured a handful of salty chips.

"Well, we were planning to spend time together," Pansy answered hastily, clapping her hands with overflowing excitement. You mean YOU were planning…

"You mean that 'perfect day out' plan of yours, eh?" Theo questioned with a raised eyebrow, and Pansy nodded vigorously.

"My father and mother had agreed to the idea of hosting a joint birthday party once again for me and Tracey this year, and it will take place tonight, right Trace?" Daphne reminded, and Tracey nodded in confirmation.

"She's right. So, we thought it would be a great idea to go onboard with Pansy's idea of spending the day doing all of our favourite hobbies at once and spending quality time to pass the hours until the party," Tracey provided, and the four boys all exchanged quick looks.

"Bloody girls…" Theo muttered, shaking his head. "And we wonder why you lot all take so long in the bathroom. Probably scheming in there or something…" Bloody hell!

"Hey, we didn't plan this in the bathroom," Pansy shot back with an indignant huff. Ron and Theo were already guffawing to themselves, while Xavier and Blaise smirked widely and snickered mockingly. Daphne, Tracey, and Pansy all crossed their arms over their chests with huffs and shot death glares to the boys.

"I wasn't involved in the process of planning," Millie quickly cleared up awkwardly.

"Not helping, Mills," Pansy pointed out, facing her glare to Millie.

The boys proceeded to take the piss out of the girls for a few good minutes, and Ron could feel himself wheezing with laughter every time. The second the girls tried to say something, Theo would cut in and imitate their voices in an overly high-pitched tone, making ridiculous suggestions for their 'perfect day out', further infuriating the girls. It eventually led them to almost tossing the chips right at the boys, but Xavier came through and appeased smoothly, "Don't worry, girls. We're on board with the idea."

"Great!" Pansy beamed ecstatically, her expression changing instantly. "This is going to be so much fun."

"Yeah, I can't wait to try on your new makeup, Pansy. I reckon it will suit me well. Hmm, maybe I should try out a new bra too…" Theo declared with a snarky grin, and Ron almost spat his drink out. Theo with lipstick and a bra?! HAHAHAHA!

"Yes, I can't wait either, Theodora," Pansy replied rather sadistically, and the boys all ceased their laughter. Theo cocked an eyebrow at his new feminine nickname. Merlin, what's with Pansy's devious smile?

"She's got you there, mate," Ron piped in, and Theo relinquished reluctantly.

"So, what hobbies do you guys have in mind?" Pansy inquired euphorically, looking between her friends.

"I don't know, Pans, you tell me," Theo replied, his lips forming a ridicule smirk. "Personally, I think we should all play 'dress-up' or maybe you can lend me one of your new dresses. I reckon I would look cute in one."

This time, Ron did spit out his drink.

Xavier Desmond's P.O.V:

Greengrass Manor - Thursday, August 21st, 1992 (1:30 p.m.)

Daphne led her friends into an extravagant, luxurious room that flaunted a magnificent view of the flourishing gardens and both Xavier and Ron admired the outside with awe. The Greengrass' had definitely given great thought and detail to the works of the garden. Tall, pellucid panes of glass stood between them and the outside garden, and a comforting warmth of sunlight shone through the glass, effectively filling a large chunk of the room with light. Lord and Lady Greengrass have really outdone themselves with their manor…

Xavier shifted his focus on the room itself and smirked in satisfaction. A grand piano was stationed up against a wall and it had a chocolate-brown, wooden oak finish to it. By the piano was an easel stand with five pieces of canvas and a palette of several colours accompanying it. Further away, comfortable armchairs surrounded a table that had a game of wizarding chess set up, readied to be played. This is brilliant!

"Pansy and I specifically set up this room to entertain all of us and some of our hobbies," Daphne explained, heavily pleased at the approved looks from her friends.

"I must admit, you two have done a great job here," Theo praised, and the boys nodded in consensus with his statement, making Pansy and Daphne blush mildly.

"Ooh, I would really like to see Xavier play a piece," Tracey piped in, dragging the attention onto Xavier. "Ron keeps going on about how good Xavier is, so I want to see for myself."

Xavier's face heated up and his lips formed a small smile, especially when the girls all gave him puppy-dog eyes. He simply couldn't resist them and caved in.

"Alright then," Xavier agreed, and he walked up to the piano and sat down on the stool. Everyone gathered around him, and Xavier cracked his knuckles before swiftly laying his fingers on the smooth, cold black and white keys. He began his rendition of Claire De Lune by Claude Debussy and took slow breaths to calm his nerves. He was certain that he had heard Daphne or Tacey give a soft gasp, while the rest of his friends were sort of entranced.

Xavier always felt tinges of nervousness rush through his body every time he played in front of an audience, but he closed his eyes and simply played. No one uttered a word as he elegantly played with softer and louder dynamics and as he reached the end of the stunning composition, his friends clapped enthusiastically, and he opened his eyes to find himself smiling involuntarily.

Ron had a knowing grin, while Theo and Blaise looked thoroughly impressed with Xavier's gifted playing skills. Millie and Tracey were complimenting Xavier incessantly, while Daphne and Pansy were gushing to themselves in amazement.

"I never doubted Ron's praised compliments about your musical skills for a second, mate," Theo spoke up, clapping Xavier on the back.

"That was wonderful, Xavier!" Daphne exclaimed with an astonished smile, and Xavier couldn't help but blush.

"How did you learn to play so good like that?" Millie asked intriguingly, and Xavier shrugged in response.

"I'm not really sure, Mills. I just remember finding music to be fascinating, and I tried my best to understand its principles before I started to play the piano in the free time I got," Xavier answered, memories running through his head.

"My mother would be dazzled, believe me," Blaise remarked with a smirk, and Xavier smirked back. "She loves the piano."

"You should play something for my mother," Daphne chimed in, resting her hand on Xavier's shoulder. "She has some business in the music industry, and you could get involved if you wanted to. I'm sure those skills will impress just about anyone."

"Thanks, Daph, I will think about taking up the offer," Xavier replied, feeling immensely appreciative for having his authentic friends. I don't know what I did, but I'm eternally grateful for being blessed with such outstanding friends…

Greengrass Manor - Thursday, August 21st, 1992 (5:00 p.m.)

The Slytherin coterie had spent the next few hours vastly enjoying themselves and Xavier knew one thing was for sure; it was the grandest summer he had ever spent in his entire life. Xavier played superlative oeuvres on the piano with a relaxed posture, deliberately making his friends more eased as well. Tracey and Pansy painted harmonious drawings of waterfalls and sunsets whilst conversing about Muggle fashion. Blaise sat by a chair nearby and jotted poems on a notepad to himself, listening to Xavier's choice of piano pieces for inspiration. Ron and Millie sat in armchairs parallel to each other and played the game of chess as they discussed Magical creatures and beasts. Daphne and Theo spent their time out in the garden, tending to some of the magical plants and aiding each other in grooming and planting new plants.

Lady Greengrass and Mrs. Davis had then come to remind the clique of Slytherins that they had to conclude their quality time together as they all needed to dress up for the inevitable party that was only a few couple of hours away. The girls took longer than the boys as expected and they all reunited back in the same room, appreciating each other's attire, and preparing for Daphne and Tracey's birthday party.

"We've got about an hour left before the other guests arrive," Blaise informed, glancing at his watch.

"Ooh, guys, I've got a great idea!" Pansy suddenly exclaimed, and everyone listened in avidly. "We should all get a portrait of ourselves together!" Merlin…

"What bloody for?" Ron queried, his eyes widened at Pansy's random suggestion.

"For memories, Ron! We can all look back to it in the future to reminisce," Pansy responded with a hopeful smile, and the boys all gagged to themselves.

"That's not a bad idea," Tracey consorted slowly, making Pansy's smile widen. Theo shot the other boys an eye-twitching look. Pansy and her endless ideas…

"Come off it, Pans, you wouldn't even last a minute standing still without trying to pounce on someone's hair or even styling your own," Blaise pointed out with a smirk, making Ron, Theo, and Tracey all burst out in laughter.

"I'll make this one time an exception, Blaise," Pansy huffed adamantly with a playful smile. Hmm… a portrait of the eight of us… yeah, why not? They always look fancy anyway…

"What do you guys say? Should we get a painting done of us?" Daphne asked and everyone nodded simultaneously. "Pokey, I need you!"

A House-Elf appeared by Daphne's feet, and Xavier recognised it as the one who delivered the gift that Daphne and Ron had purchased for Xavier. The House-Elf bowed deeply and asked, "How can Pokey assist Lady Daphne and her friends?"

"Would the other elves mind if we steal you for a bit?" Daphne questioned, biting her lip. "I know that all of you are embellishing up the manor and cooking the meals right now."

"Pokey can spare as much time as Lady Daphne desires," Pokey replied, bowing her head once more.

"Wait, is Pokey going to be the one to paint a portrait of us?" Xavier asked in mild interest, and Daphne nodded firmly.

"Pokey is quite accomplished in painting art and many of our portraits in the manor were her works," Daphne explained with a loving smile. "Father had heard of Pokey through one of his friends and had brought Pokey into our manor. Needless to say, my father and mother were contented with her masterpieces."

"Lady Daphne is too kind," Pokey squeaked, bowing once more and she snapped her fingers, effectively conjuring an easel stand, a large rectangular canvas, and a palette of colours. Ron shot Xavier an awed look. Elf magic really intrigues me…

"If Lady Daphne and her friends may pose and stay still, Pokey would appreciate it very much," Pokey advised, and the eight snakes nodded strongly.

Ron and Millie grabbed the two armchairs that they had used before and stationed them facing inwards, leaving a small gap in between. Millie sat down on one, while Theo seated himself down on the other. Their arms were draped over the armrests, and everyone else realigned themselves in coordination. Tracey stood behind Theo's chair, her arm resting on the top back rail, while Pansy replicated Tracey's pose behind Millie's chair. Blaise stood next to Pansy, while Xavier stood adjoined to Tracey. Daphne stood proudly between the two dark-skinned boys, while Ron opted to stand behind her as he pretty much towered over her. They all held their heads up high in an idle position.

For the next few minutes, Pokey expertly etched the canvas of what was in front of her. Her sophisticated strokes depictured the bodies of the eight friends, the opulent armchairs, the grand piano in the corner, and the darkening skies of the outside that peered through the transparent windows. The eight Slytherins all posed stoically, though Ron, Theo, or Tracey would get the urge to crack a smile or snicker, causing everyone else to lose their composure and Xavier almost felt sympathetic towards Pokey. Bloody hell, we can get through this, I'm sure of it…

The end result was as what everyone had speculated; the painting was marvellous, and everyone couldn't stop trying to critique the meticulous, fresh portrait. Pokey had been simply scrupulous. From the varying eye colours to the exact shade of brown texture on the piano to the pink sequins on Pansy's dress, Pokey had illustrated the canvas with just about everything. That's what you call a proper masterpiece…

"Pokey must leave the painting to dry before distributing it to Lady Daphne and her friends," Pokey informed as she bowed respectfully.

"Pokey has truly outdone herself, hasn't she guys?" Daphne asked with a wide smile.

"Yeah Pokey, you should teach me how to paint like you do some time," Tracey suggested with an impressed smile.

"Good job, Pokey," Millie added in, while Ron and Xavier reached over and patted the elf's back.

Pokey's eyes began to swarm with joyful tears, and she bowed deeply. "Lady Daphne and her friends are too generous to Pokey."

"Not at all, Pokey," Daphne reassured gently. "You may resume your duties once more, Pokey, thank you."

Pokey bowed once more to them and disapparated with a crack. Theo turned to the group and smirked. "I'm surprised that we were able to even pose that long."

"Ron wasn't making it easy, were you, mate?" Blaise pointed out and Ron rolled his eyes.

"Some of us aren't used to having a neutral, expressionless face like yours, Blaise," Ron shot back, causing Theo and the girls to laugh at Blaise's expense.

"Merlin, we look like we are a bunch of pompous cunts in this," Xavier admitted sheepishly, eyeing the solemn expressions on him and his friends with nuance on the portrait.

"Your obscenities are getting worse by the day," Daphne reprimanded, smacking Xavier's arm. "You really cannot go one day without uttering a swear word, can you?"

"In my defense, it doesn't help when you're best mates with Ron," Xavier responded, and Ron grinned with a smug look.

"What can I say? I just love bloody swearing all the time," Ron reasoned. Me too, mate, me too…

"What appalling language," came Lady Greengrass' voice and Ron froze up. "Tsk, Ronald, I might have to inform your mother of this."

"Please don't," Ron pleaded quietly, while everyone else stifled their laughter. Lady Greengrass smiled in amusement as she arrived in everyone's peripheral vision. The vivacious woman's eyes drifted between the eight Slytherins, nodding in approval of their clothing, though her eyes halted at Daphne.

"Goodness gracious, dear, your cleavage can be seen from a mile away," Lady Greengrass deprecated, and Daphne immediately flushed up. "You will need to cover that up."

"Mother!" Daphne gasped in a scandalised tone. The girls all giggled sheepishly, while Theo wagged his eyebrows at Blaise. Xavier and Ron both simultaneously rubbed the back of their heads awkwardly, focusing on anything but their friends and Lady Greengrass. For fucks sake, now I can't stop thinking about Daphne's cleavage…

"I'm going to speak to father about this," Daphne huffed indignantly, crossing her arms over her chest with rosy cheeks, avoiding all eye contact whatsoever.

"As you wish, daughter," Lady Greengrass relented, and she smiled brightly at everyone else. "Come on, children, the party will begin shortly. Tracey and Daphne, follow me to the entrance room. We must greet our guests."

Daphne Greengrass' P.O.V:

Greengrass Manor - Thursday, August 21st, 1992 (9:15 p.m.) 

"Who do you reckon this year's Defense Against the Dark Arts professor will be?" Millie asked as they all sat in armchairs by the fireplace.

"Father is involved in the Board of Governors for Hogwarts, and he divulged that it was Gilderoy Lockhart," Daphne answered, her cheeks turning slightly rosy at the memory of the man's charming smile. "I've already placed my order on all of his books that we will need for once Hogwarts resumes." And I can't wait to read them…

"He's really handsome, isn't he?" Pansy piped in, her eyes glimmering with exhilaration. Daphne and Tracey both nodded in consensus. He is indeed…

"Bloody girls…" Ron mumbled in annoyance, and Daphne rolled her eyes. "That 'handsome' Lockhart bloke is certainly making it difficult for my family to buy his expensive books."

"Let's just hope he lives up to all this talk," Blaise added in aloofly. "I have a feeling that he is going to be even more incompetent than Quirrell."

"Don't be so jealous, Blaise," Tracey huffed exasperatedly as she set up a Muggle board game called 'Monopoly'.

"Yeah, it's not a good look on you," Pansy chimed in, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Jealous?" Blaise scoffed, cocking his eyebrow at Tracey and Pansy. "What reason do I need to feel jealous towards a man merely known for his smile?"

"Ignore them, Blaise, they could fall head over heels instantaneously for a murderous criminal who simply had a pleasant smile," Theo drawled, earning affronted scowls from Daphne, Tracey, and Pansy.

"As if you wouldn't fall for a daft bimbo with borderline pretty looks," Pansy retorted with her hands on her hips.

"No, I could never fall for you, Pans," Theo remarked harshly. Pansy looked positively offended, and both Tracey and Daphne shot death glares to a victorious Theo. "Come on now, ladies, never heard of a joke?"

"The joke is clearly you, Theo," Millie joined in and the girls all smirked smugly. Good comeback, Mills!

"Real smooth, Millie," Theo replied sarcastically. Daphne just shook her head as Theo and the rest of the girls began to send remarks to each other. Daphne swiftly glanced at Xavier and found him watching them all with an amused smirk, and Daphne couldn't help but blush mildly. He looks really handsome…

"Alright you lot, calm down," Ron finally spoke, getting quickly disinterested with the conversation. "Here, Trace, open my gift."

Tracey ceased her list of insults at Theo immediately and faced Ron with an ecstatic expression. "Ooh, do give, Ron!"

Ron handed her a bag of numerous prank items and when Tracey peered inside and perused her gift from Ron, she looked back up at him and smiled widely in satisfaction. "Yes! You actually listened to my wishes, thank Merlin! Thank you, Ron, I love it." Oh no… Tracey and prank items… that's never a good match…

"No problem, Tracey. I hope that this solidifies a solemn truce that you will never target me in any of your pranks in the foreseeable future," Ron stated with a grin, and Tracey nodded vigorously.

"It's a truce," Tracey promised, exchanging a formal handshake with Ron. Ron beamed in accomplishment, and Xavier then pulled out a gift from his robes.

"This is my gift to you, Tracey," Xavier announced, handing a nicely-wrapped present to Tracey. "I already know that you will enjoy it very much."

Tracey ripped the wrapping paper off with anticipation and gasped in a thrilled tone. Daphne and her friends all leaned in to examine the gift that Xavier had purchased for Tracey and when they didn't recognise what it was, they all turned their heads to Xavier for an explanation.

"It's a Muggle device called the Walkman. It's essentially a device that you use to listen to music," Xavier informed truthfully. "I've brought you some cassette tapes of your favourite artists and genres that you place into the device, and it comes with earphones. You can listen to it wherever you go, and I thought it would be ideal for you to use it on the train ride to and back from Hogwarts."

"I've wanted this for so long," Tracey muttered, a stunned expression gracing her face. "I can't wait to use it, Xavier. Thank you so much!"

"It's my pleasure, Trace," Xavier reassured with a smile, and Daphne couldn't help but admire his dazzling smile. Stop that! Someone could catch on quickly…

"What did you guys buy for Daphne?" Mille questioned, as Theo and Blaise inspected the Walkman with enthralled looks.

"Something that she will love," Xavier replied, feeling around the pockets of his robes and he then frowned. "I think I left the gift back in the room we were hanging out in. I'll go get it."

Xavier then got up from his seat and departed from the room, and the group all focused their attention on Ron.

"I got this for you, Daph," Ron pulled out a small box from his robes and handed it to Daphne with an anxious look. "I hope you like it…"

Daphne took the modest box and opened it with gusto. To her absolute surprise, a sparkling, silver bracelet with alternating, glamourous purple stones shone brightly. A bracelet that Daphne had kept her eyes on for quite a while. She was utterly speechless. Both Tracey and Pansy emitted gasps. Ron really got this… for me? It must have cost him loads…

"Woah, that's a nice bracelet," Theo stated in approval, while Pansy effused over the bracelet. "How much did it cost you, mate?"

"It was originally two hundred and thirty-five galleons, but the owner of the shop was generous enough to lower the price to two hundred," Ron responded, his face turning red from embarrassment.

"Merlin's beard, you might as well give him a good proper kiss right here, Daph," Theo remarked with an exaggerated look.

"You would like to watch that, wouldn't you?" Blaise smirked, and Theo chortled in response, while Daphne grimaced at them.

"This… this is beautiful, Ron. I've been wanting this bracelet for a while, and you went out of your way to spend a substantial amount of your money to buy it for me… I love it," Daphne stated firmly, and she gave Ron an appreciative hug. The red-haired boy tensed up for a few seconds, but slowly relaxed in her soothing hold.

"I'm glad you like it, Daph," Ron sighed in relief, and Daphne shot him a look of sorry.

"You must have spent so much of your money, Ron, and you probably haven't even bought something for yourself," Daphne started nervously, fidgeting with her hands. "Please, let me pay you back."

"Honestly, it's fine, Daphne, you don't have to do that," Ron assured strongly, but Daphne pouted. "Don't give me that look, Daph."

"You deserve it, Ron. Please, I will pay you back the required amount, and you will accept it," Daphne argued, and Ron started to look more uncomfortable by the second. Theo shot her a warning look to back off and Daphne sighed reluctantly. She put her hand on Ron's shoulder and said softly, "Look, Ron, you don't have to feel humiliated by you or your family's infamous wealth. None of us care about that. I just want you to treat yourself to some nice things with the money that you specifically received for yourself, that's all."

Ron didn't reply for a few moments, but he responded, "I know, Daphne. I'll… I'll just think about it."

Daphne nodded weakly, her heart starting to ache at the ashamed glint in Ron's eyes. It doesn't matter… he and his family may not be rich, but I'm positively sure that he is richer in many qualities that I and the others haven't even touched upon…

"Xavier's taking long, isn't he?" Blaise pointed out, effectively changing the subject much to the gratitude of everyone.

"Yes, I'll go find him," Daphne agreed, and she exited from the room after giving Ron another quick hug. She made her way through the guests in the ballroom, intermittently smiling politely or presenting an elegant curtsy to the Lords and Ladies. Daphne continued her way to the room they utilized before and entered inside before closing the door.

Daphne was about to call out for Xavier when she heard the familiar sounds of a piano echoing around the palatial room. She slowly crept up to where Xavier was seated, and she hitched her breath as she watched him play in the piercing moonlight. Daphne recalled the piece that Xavier was playing to be Moonlight Sonata, First Movement by Ludwig Van Beethoven as her mother had played this composition to Daphne when she was younger to help her fall asleep. So wonderful… he plays so incredibly well…

Xavier's posture was upright, and his head was facing the ceiling, his eyes not even scanning the keys that he was playing, and Daphne shook her head at the sheer talent she was witnessing. It was almost as if his hands were floating across the black and white keys. Daphne inched closer to Xavier in a sort of trance and Xavier seized his playing when Daphne accidentally stubbed her toe against the table with the chess set, causing her to yelp.

"Ow…" Daphne groaned, bending down to nurse her toe.

"Merlin, Daphne, you startled me," Xavier admitted, his eyes widened slightly, and he got up from the piano. "Are you alright?"

"Yes, I'm fine, I just stubbed my toe," Daphne replied frustratedly, and they both walked over to the two armchairs near the piano and sat down in them. Daphne took off her high heels hastily and began to massage her aching soles. Ah, that feels better…

"Guess some of you ladies don't share any affection for your specialised high heels, eh?" Xavier smirked, and Daphne rolled her eyes. She then smiled teasingly as she threw her feet onto Xavier's lap, and he shot her a puzzled look.

"Why did you do that?" Xavier queried, eyeing her soft feet.

"It wouldn't hurt you to give your friend a much-needed foot massage, would it?" Daphne asked innocently, and Xavier sighed in displeasure. Daphne smirked gleefully and made herself comfortable, while Xavier wrapped his hands and began to rub circles around the soles of Daphne's right foot. Oh my… oh my god…

"Yes, that's the spot, Xavier," Daphne moaned softly, savouring the ticklish feeling her foot received from Xavier's firm hands.

"I'm glad that you're enjoying this," Xavier drawled in boredom, and Daphne smiled mischievously.

"And you don't?" Daphne retorted, and she emitted a playful giggle at Xavier's deadpanned expression. "Oh, come on, Xavier, it's not that bad."

Xavier pressed his thumb into the middle of Daphne's right foot, and when she moaned involuntarily, he smirked triumphantly. That feels so good…

"Were you here this whole time?" Xavier questioned as Daphne presented her left foot to Xavier.

"No, I just arrived like two minutes ago. You were taking quite some time and we wondered what had happened to you," Daphne explained in between delicate moans, and Xavier nodded slowly.

"Sorry about that, I just couldn't help but sit by the piano and play," Xavier responded, his gaze fixated on the instrument. "It's becoming quite a habit now."

"A good one, in my opinion," Daphne spoke softly. "You play so beautifully…"

Xavier turned his attention back to Daphne and concluded the foot massage abruptly. He pulled out a similar box to what Ron had presented to Daphne. "I also got you some jewellery. The proprietor of the shop, Gene, informed me that this would match your blue eyes."

Daphne took the present from Xavier and opened it with eagerness. Her eyes fell on the luxurious necklace, and she directly fell in love with it. She traced her fingers along with it and admired the rich splendour that emanated from the pricey necklace. Xavier took the lustrous silver necklace that had a blue topaz pendant in the shape of a teardrop and Daphne faced her back to him, lifting her blonde hair for Xavier to place the necklace around her neck. As he donned the necklace around Daphne's neck, the blue pendant created a gentle, cool touch upon her skin and Daphne looked back to Xavier, her face heating up.

"How… how do I look?" Daphne asked coyly, her voice barely restraining the containment of joy.

"You look amazing… effervescent… fabulous…" Xavier replied quietly, and Daphne sported a blush at Xavier's esteeming smirk.

"Thank you, Xavier," Daphne whispered softly, her shimmering eyes penetrating his glimmering eyes as her stomach did multiple flips. "I love it so much…"

"I'm glad you do, Daph," Xavier whispered back, and time seemed to slow down as they gazed into each other's eyes. The moonlight fell upon them, illuminating each other's faces and time stood still. Daphne slowly felt a force rooted deep within her heart to kiss Xavier and so, she leaned forward and placed her lips on Xavier's.

For a second, she felt no response from Xavier… but he then returned the gesture. They closed their eyes and kissed each other passionately, focusing solely on the present moment. Daphne placed her hand on the side of Xavier's face, and he emulated her action. Daphne felt her emotions rush all over the place and she felt the tingling sensation in her stomach increase rapidly. They then retracted rather quickly and stared at one another with slightly ajar jaws. What… what just happened? I… I kissed him…

Daphne had never seen Xavier quite so flustered either. He sported a barely visible blush, and his usually-cold eyes had a sparkle of lust within them. Daphne found the sight quite adorable and couldn't help but giggle at Xavier's shy smile.

"Come, Xavier… let's get back before the others get suspicious of our prolonged disappearance," Daphne advised softly, taking the opportunity to speak and Xavier nodded shakily. The two got up from their seats, and as Daphne slipped on her high heels, she grabbed onto Xavier's hand, and he froze.

"Xavier… do you… do you regret what we did?" Daphne whispered, her heart thumping violently as her breathing became more erratic.

Xavier slowly turned around and looked directly into Daphne's eyes. He shook his head, and Daphne felt her spirit soar well over the moon. She has kissed him. Something that she had dearly wanted to do for so long and she had finally achieved the chance and had taken it. Most of all, Xavier didn't regret it.

Xavier and Daphne smiled at each other before composing themselves and they walked out of the room to find their friends.

Ron Weasley's P.O.V:

Diagon Alley - Monday, August 25th, 1992 (11:40 a.m.)

Ron, along with his family, trotted down the ever so busy streets of Diagon Alley, and Ron determinedly held a sour, downtrodden expression with little ease all the while his family conversed with one another.

Ron's morning had gotten off to a bad start; before departing off to Diagon Alley, Ron had requested a private audience with his parents and he had discussed his plans to help purchase the expensive books on his and his sibling's booklist, but his parents had declined almost immediately, especially his mother, who was not keen on that idea at all.

She brought up the argument of Ron needing to save the money for himself and more significant future purposes and that she and his father could manage just fine. Ron felt discombobulated at that. He merely wanted to help but his parents almost looked ashamed of the aid he was willing to give.

One thing led to another, and Ron had soon found himself in a shouting match with his mother, while his father was playing peace-keeper as usual. His mother, as always, had put in the last word and ordered Ron not to waste any of his money. Infuriated, Ron stormed out and spoke no less than a few words to Xavier before settling on a detached attitude, still secretly trying to achieve ways to not waste the meager amount of money his parents possessed and to instead, use his own.

Xavier, bless his heart, had overheard most of the conversation as nearly everyone did and had offered Ron his money as well to fix the current plight Ron was in, though Ron refused quite like his mother had rejected his offer.

Ron could feel a familiar sense of bitterness seethe through his soul. All of this… stemmed from the fact that his family was poor. It didn't matter if the Weasleys were a part of the Sacred Twenty-Eight or if they were a Pure-Blood family. There were as poor as dirt, something that weirdly made Ron chuckle grimly. His friends had no single bloody idea how lucky they were. The Lockhart books alone were five galleons each and five of the Weasley children were attending Hogwarts this year. There were seven books and by the time Ron had figured the math out, he hadn't even figured out if he had that many galleons left. Perhaps he should have accepted Daphne's offer to pay him back… Still, either way, Ron had settled on buying his own books, something that his father had agreed to before his mother could shut down that idea as well. This pompous prick Lockhart better teach us something worthwhile, or I might bury him in his own pile of self-entitled books…

Ron was simply fed up with receiving hand-me-downs or earning disgusted sneers from his peers at the state of his uniform and he most of all didn't want any such thing to fall upon Ginny's shoulders, though he was almost certain that she would get her wand first-hand. Ron clenched his teeth and swallowed his displeasure, glaring at a child clinging onto his mother, whining for a new Quidditch figurine. Why did his own mother have to be so stubborn and so proud at times like this? Ron saw no disgrace in helping out his family's financial troubles, but clearly, his parents did.

Ron and his family reached an intersection, and everyone had decided to split up. His mother and Ginny would head off to Ollivander's, Pandora and Luna would walk to Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions, Percy would wander around for a store that sold exceptional quills, Fred and George decided to go locate their friend, Lee Jordan, Ron's father and Xeno would go together to the Leaky Cauldron for a drink, and Ron, Xavier, and Harry were left to explore Diagon Alleys for themselves. Everyone was expected to meet back at the same spot in a few minutes. Ron wholeheartedly agreed with this arrangement as he could cuss more openly without earning the ire of his mother.

Ron, Xavier, and Harry set off without another word, maneuvering through the lively crowds and they kept their eyes on anyone they knew or recognised from Hogwarts. Ron continued his heavily frustrated countenance on, Xavier walked with composure and Harry trudged along with them, looking slightly disheartened at the fact that Sirius nor Remus wasn't here accompanying them, but nevertheless, became quite affable when he spotted Hermione and Neville waving at them interminable with wide smiles. Ron was almost scared that their arms would fall off and he felt his mood lighten a bit at seeing two of his Gryffindor friends.

"Hi guys!" Hermione greeted in a genial tone, she and Neville reaching them first.

"Good to see you both," Harry responded brightly, earning hugs from his two best friends.

"Hullo, mate," Ron greeted with a forced smile, exchanging a handshake with Neville and he chuckled in return.

"Someone's in a tangy mood," Neville commented, and Ron cocked an eyebrow.

"That easy to spot, eh?" Ron questioned, and Hermione rolled her eyes.

"You normally have that stupid grin of yours plastered on your face when you see us," Hermione pointed out, feigning hurt. "Does our presence not make you contented anymore?"

"No, not at all, Hermione," Ron chuckled softly, giving her a warm hug. "Just some things on my mind is all."

"Have you lot brought your things for this year?" Xavier asked as he exchanged a handshake with Neville and embraced Hermione.

"Of course, Xavier! I can't wait to begin working on the area of criteria for this year's subjects. Oh! I've also begun pondering over which electives we get to choose from for our third year and I think I might go for-" Hermione was interrupted by Harry and Neville's snickers, along with smirks from Xavier and Ron. Classic Hermione…

"Seriously, Hermione, calm down. We haven't even begun our second year yet and you're here discussing the third year," Xavier suggested, shaking his head at Hermione's usual assertive attitude of Hogwarts.

"Well, I thought it would be interesting to state my thoughts, but I can see that you lot don't care one single bit," Hermione huffed indignantly, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Oh, come on, Mione, don't be like that," Ron pacified frivolously. "It's not that we don't care, it's just… we don't really… care!"

The other three boys laughed at Hermione's expense and Ron's inarticulate wording, and Hermione sent Ron a warning glare. "Don't call me 'Mione', Ronald Weasley!"

"Alright, alright, no need to lose your hair over it," Ron surrendered, and he whipped around when he heard his father's call. The five friends all turned to see Ron's father signalling them to all to return as Xeno was engaged animatedly in a conversation with Hermione's parents. The quintet obliged and reached the four adults, and after exchanging greetings with Hermione's parents, they all began to head off.

"Where are the others, Mr. Weasley?" Xavier queried.

"Everyone has already headed off to Flourish and Blotts to get Gilderoy Lockhart's books, so we will be going there now," Mr. Weasley answered, and he then immersed himself in a conversation with Hermione's parents in delight.

"Have you guys ever heard of this Lockhart guy before?" Harry asked, and Ron clenched his jaw at the mention of his name.

"Oh, but of course, Harry! Gilderoy Lockhart has written several autobiographies on defeating dark creatures and on many of his quests around the world. I hope that he is our professor for Defense Against the Dark Arts this year," Hermione replied instantaneously, sounding quite infatuated. The boys all exchanged quick looks, and quite frankly, Ron was seriously getting irritated with the eager talk of this Lockhart chap from all the girls he knew. In Ron's honest opinion, he was ambivalent of this Lockhart bloke. It was as Blaise had said before; Lockhart better live up to all this talk…

"Well, you're in for a surprise," Xavier muttered, and only Ron heard him. Right you are, mate…

They reached Flourish and Blotts and were startled to see a jostling crowd outside the shop. Hermione squealed in excitement when she spotted a banner that informed everyone that Gilderoy Lockhart was in fact in Flourish and Blotts, signing autographs for the launch of his latest autobiography 'Magical Me!'. So, this twat is actually here then, eh? Brilliant…

"Let's get inside," Mr. Weasley advised, and they all squeezed through the bustling crowd to get inside the store.

"I can't believe he's here! Ooh, I wonder if I could get an autograph," Hermione gushed breathlessly, and Ron rolled his eyes. Once inside, they located the others, joined them in the lengthy queue and Ron had put in all his might to not get angry at his mother when he saw the tattered, inferior textbooks that were now in Ginny's possession. Fuck me…

Ron then finally caught sight of the famous Gilderoy Lockhart, a man with golden locks and an undeniably charming smile. If anything, Ron's hypothesis on Lockhart being an egotistical, swaggering twit was proven correct. After all, there was a bloody portrait of the man himself, winking at the customers and showing off his pearly whites and if that wasn't narcissistic enough, Ron didn't know what was. And he was glad to see that all his male friends had the same train of thoughts and expression etched on their faces. Lockhart was scintillating as he signed autographs with an ebullient expression and hushed chatter emanated throughout the room from witches of all ages. Even Ron's mother and Pandora were giggling to themselves, something that made Ron grimace. I might as well die right here, right now…

An ecstatic man scurried around with an immense camera as he took photo after photo of Lockhart from numerous angles and ended up pushing Ron rather harshly out of the way to get a closer shot of Lockhart in 'action'.

"Watch it, you bloody tosser!" Ron growled, massaging his left arm.

"Bloody dumb cunt," Xavier joined in, sending a scornful glare at the cameraman and the man, in turn, sent a sneer at the two Slytherins. The aggravated insults caused Lockhart to spin around and as his eyes landed on Ron, Xavier, and Harry, a look of pure bewilderment coloured his face.

"It can't be… IT CAN'T BE HARRY POTTER!" Gilderoy Lockhart exclaimed excitedly, and people from all around the room swivelled their heads, eager to get a look at the boy-who-lived. Harry immediately turned beet-red and shrunk behind Ron and Xavier's form, and the two Slytherins felt a sense of protectiveness engulf them as they covered Harry from the surrounding customers. Look somewhere else, you bloody vultures!

Gilderoy Lockhart's eyes widened even further when he recognised Ron and Xavier and he beamed with awe. "Merlin's beard, Mr. Potter is also accompanied by the two Slytherin prodigies, ladies and gentlemen!" Oh no…

Before the three boys could make another action further, the crowd ushered them forward towards Lockhart and the debonaire man dived forward to grab onto Harry's hand and he hoisted the bespectacled boy onto the stage. Lockhart then replicated the same action with Ron and Xavier and soon, Ron found himself staring at the whole room filled with people filled with dazzled countenances. The twins sent him a wicked grin, and Hermione looked more excited for them than they did themselves. A camera flashed in Ron's eyes, and he could already tell that his face was crimson. Nope, never mind, THIS is the moment I choose to die…

"Ladies and Gentlemen!" Lockhart's voice boomed, shaking Harry's hand so energetically that Harry's glasses nearly flew off his face. "What an incredible moment this is! It's almost as if fate has brought me and these three boys together with impeccable timing for me to present my little announcement. Now, rumours have been circulating over my possible enlisted position at Hogwarts as a professor… I can now truthfully say that these rumours are indeed true! I, Gilderoy Lockhart, will have the pleasure of teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts to the fellow students at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!"

Ron groaned internally; he was hoping that there would be a last-minute change, but he knew that it would be a reach for such a wish. Customers from all over the shop applauded heartily and Ron even saw Hermione jumping up and down in thrill.

"Thank you very much, my beautiful, devoted fans! You see, when young Harry and his two Slytherin prodigy friends entered the shop, no doubt to eagerly buy my latest book, they had no clue that I would be giving them my newest autobiographies already signed and free of charge!" Lockhart stated, making the crowd cheer at his generosity. Eager to buy your book? Piss off… you don't even know our bloody names, save for Harry's!

"Now come on, boys, one more picture! It ought to make the front cover. Big smiles!" Lockhart encouraged, wrapping his arms around the three boy's shoulders and he smiled from ear to ear. Harry looked ruffled up, Xavier held a cold, disinterested look, and Ron appeared downright pissed off and furious. What the fuck have we gotten ourselves into?!

"Let's get the fuck out of here, mate," Xavier whispered in agitation, and Ron nodded strongly in agreement. Three shop assistants, however, approached the three boys and dumped a whole load of Gilderoy Lockhart's books into their hands and each of them struggled to carry the books back to the others. Ron's mother took care of his books, making Ron slightly grateful as he was ready to thrust the books right back at Lockhart. Ron and Xavier shared a knowing look of annoyance, while Neville tended to Harry's sore arm. Yep, I guess we won't learn anything this year from this cunt either…

Ron and Xavier just stared with equally nonplussed looks at Gilderoy Lockhart as he went on signing autographs and they both balled their fists. This year is going to be shit…

Ron took his death glare off of Lockhart when he saw a familiar head of platinum hair strut towards Harry, Neville, Hermione, and Ginny in the corner of his eye. He turned around fully and frowned when he saw Malfoy sneer at Harry. Ron quickly nudged Xavier, grabbing his attention and Xavier understood in an instant. The two marched over to the confrontation between Malfoy and Harry and reached them as Ginny stepped forward with a defiant look and said something to Malfoy, almost in a warning tone judging by the look on her face.

"Oh, looks like you've got yourself a girlfriend, Potter," Malfoy spat out, and Ron frowned wider at the git. Girlfriend? What's this idiot talking about?

"What's going on here?" Ron shifted the attention, and Malfoy turned to him and Xavier with a sneer.

"Ah, the two Slytherin prodigies," Malfoy scowled in a revulsion. "Still a disgrace that a Blood-Traitor has infiltrated the Noble House of Slytherin."

"And it's such a shame that the Heir to the Malfoy family is as influential as dirt in Slytherin," Ron remarked harshly, making Malfoy flinch. Take that you ponce!

"Merlin, Malfoy, when will you stop being so jealous of our status and fuck off already?" Xavier drawled in a bored tone, smirking coldly at Malfoy's outraged expression, and Ron grinned in grim satisfaction.

"You dare suggest that I'm jealous of you lot?" Malfoy snarled in disbelief, and he chuckled incredulously. "Why would I be jealous over some poor Blood-Traitor like Weasley and an orphaned maniac like yourself, Desmond?"

Before Ron or Xavier could reply, Ron's father appeared from behind them, flanked by Ron's brothers, and called out, "Ron! There you guys are. Let's get out of here, we have everything we have come for-"

"Well, well, well," came another voice from behind Malfoy and they all looked back to see Lucius Malfoy standing beside his son. He stood tall and proud with a condescending sneer aimed at Ron's father. "Arthur Weasley."

"Lucius Malfoy," Arthur replied in an equally cold tone, surprising everyone, most of all Ron. Bloody hell, I've never heard dad talk like that before!

"I presume that you've been busy at the ministry lately," Lucius spoke in his silky, ice-cold tone as the Granger couple, Xeno, Pandora, Luna, and Molly joined them all. "All these raids being conducted by your new 'law'… I certainly hope that they are paying you well."

Lucius fixed his eyes on Ginny's cauldron and picked up an old, second-hand textbook, and smirked in amusement. "Obviously not then. Dear me, what's the point of being a disgrace to Wizarding Society if they don't even pay you well for it?"

Ron's father flushed up in chagrin, and all of the Weasley siblings glared hatefully at the Malfoy patriarch. Ron could feel his blood boil dangerously and his earlier frustrations were beginning to swirl together in a pot of red-hot anger. Xavier placed a firm hand on Ron's shoulder, though this time it did nothing to appease Ron's fury especially as Malfoy was smirking humorously at the whole ordeal.

"We all have our different ideas of being a disgrace to Wizarding Society, Malfoy…" Arthur retorted. Lucius Malfoy's scornful sneer widened when he spotted Hermione's parents watching with apprehensive looks, hiding their daughter behind themselves. "The company you keep… As if you couldn't go any lower-"

Lucius was interjected as Ron's father pushed him and the two men wrestled each other, gripping onto each other's clothes tightly. Ginny squealed in fright and jumped out of the way, while Molly began begging Arthur to stop. Ron and Malfoy's eyes were widened at their fathers fighting each other in public, and before one could utter another word, Ron broke out from his trance and swung at the Malfoy git who didn't suspect this action from Ron. Ron's fist collided with Malfoy's jaw and the platinum-haired boy yelped in surprise as he fell back in pain. Ron could only kick Malfoy's ribs before feeling a pair of firm hands grip his shoulders and pull him back hastily.

Ron bit his tongue from screaming when his mother twisted his ear and began to shout all sorts of incoherent words to him. Customers had begun to surround the public scuffle, Xeno was trying his best to pull Arthur back, the twins were cheering loudly, Percy was covering Ginny, Harry, Luna, and Neville, and Pandora was persuading Xavier to not make the situation any more worse than it was as Xavier towered over Malfoy's cowering form, giving the platinum-haired boy a pure loathing look only reserved for him.

The situation seemed to only simmer down when Hagrid appeared out of nowhere and separated the two brawling men with ease, and he nudged Arthur back to his family while pushing Lucius a bit more aggressively away. Lucius had a bleeding nose, Arthur sported a bloody lip, Malfoy's jaw was grazed painfully, and Ron's right hand was throbbing strenuously. Fuck, my hand…

"Here, girl," Lucius spat out patronisingly, sneering at Ginny. "Take your book… it's the best your pathetic father can afford anyway…" With that, Lucius shoved the textbook back into Ginny's cauldron and when he noticed his son's injury, he glared viciously at Ron and Ron made no problem by shooting one back at him. Fucking cunt… go fuck off to your master…

Lucius took his son, and they barged out of the shop without another look, and Ron felt a sense of cruel satisfaction at hurting Malfoy like that. Xavier and I should have left that little ungrateful fuck back in the forest to perish…

Ron's mother then proceeded to drag Ron out from the store, ignoring the intrigued on-lookers and she finally let go of Ron's ear. He nursed his agitated ear while his mother looked terrifying beyond words. This day just keeps getting better and better, doesn't it?

"Arthur Weasley!" Molly started once everyone caught up with them. "How could you?! Well done on setting a great example for the children! We have disturbed poor Gilderoy's event, Merlin, what will he think of us?!"

Arthur looked ashamed as he directed his eyes at anywhere but Molly, and Harry, Hermione, Neville, Luna, and Ron's siblings winced at the boiling, red irritated mark on Ron's ear from his mother's manhandling. Pandora and Xeno looked quite disappointed with Ron, and the Granger couple just looked thankful for the fact that it was all over. Xavier walked up to Ron and stood by his side without a flicker of emotion. Molly and Arthur ended up thanking Hagrid graciously for his support and the enormous man waved it aside as he wanted to make sure things were alright.

As everyone had brought their supplies now, they all marched back up the streets of Diagon Alley. Xavier walked right beside Ron but spoke no words, and Ron was appreciative of this sentiment. His siblings all avoided him with looks of slight trepidation, and both Harry and Neville shot Ron sheepish smiles.

The Grangers had to split from the group and as they exchanged goodbyes with everyone, Hermione shot Ron a sorry look and gave him a quick, parting hug. Ron gave her a reassuring nod, though deep down he knew he was fucked. I might possibly be six feet underground by tonight…

The Burrow - Monday, August 25th, 1992 (2 p.m.)

Ron and Xavier entered his room and Ron slammed the door behind him. Xavier took a seat on his bed, while Ron paced around fumingly. How come I'm the one in trouble?! I could never let a joke of a git like Malfoy walk over my family name! I should be commended for my actions! Those fucking pricks deserved it anyway.

Though Xavier's eyes were glued on Ron's pacing figure, he was engrossed in his own thoughts, and Ron abruptly ceased his pacing to face Xavier.

"I'm starting to question our 'heroic' actions of saving that prat back in the Forbidden Forest," Ron spat out venomously, and Xavier just sighed.

"I'm starting to feel the same way too, mate," Xavier spoke, keeping his cool composure. "But you really shouldn't have punched him, Ron."

"Oh, bloody hell, not you too," Ron groaned in disbelief. "I thought you would be rather proud of me for that punch."

"Trust me, I was tempted to join in, but Pandora convinced me not to, and plus, you already gave Malfoy one hell of a right hook," Xavier replied with a smirk, and Ron nodded. "I only feel different this time because I know sooner or later on, Malfoy will want his revenge. He will retaliate somehow, and he isn't a full idiot."

"Good, let him come," Ron growled menacingly, cracking his neck. "I'll be more than glad to show him who's better."

There was a silence between the two as Ron began to feel a sense of solace with himself, while Xavier just gazed right at his red-haired friend.

"Ron… you've got to stop taking offense to these 'Blood-Traitor' insults as well, mate," Xavier started, garnering Ron's attention. "They are merely words, nothing more, nothing less…"

"Look, I try to, mate, but… these cunts… they won't leave me alone… they'll never leave me alone…" Ron responded softly, feeling no power to even muster the slightest tinge of ire. He was just exhausted from being ridiculed for his blood status. When will things be different? Probably never…

"I know, brother, but the way I see it, you can benefit from it if you just see these blood status insults as nothing but jokes and meaningless words sprouting from deep envious problems that certain twats have acquired," Xavier advised, but Ron frowned.

"I understand it for me, but when I see one of my own kin or friends get insulted, I want to do something about it, alright? I hate just standing there and doing nothing," Ron stated, and his frown widened at Xavier. "Mate, do you even know what it feels like? To be constantly discriminated against for something you didn't choose? Go on, tell me, do you know what it feels like?"

Xavier's expression became terribly cold, and he answered quietly, "Yes, of course, I know how it feels like, Ron… Tell me, what is one big difference between you and me in appearance?"

"What?" Ron questioned, looking perplexed. "What does that have to do with anything-"

"Answer the question, Ron," Xavier cut in with a profound expression planted on his face. "What is one huge difference between you and me that sets us apart by appearance?"

Ron took a good moment before answering, "Our skin?"

"Exactly, Ron," Xavier said instantly. "Exactly… our skin… You see, in the Muggle world, there has always been a discrimination towards types of skin colours… let's just say, I wasn't born with the ideal skin colour in the eyes of many people. I've been called many slurs and I've been outright rejected from people due to the ethnic nationality I inherit within my blood."

"W-what?" Ron whispered, his eyes as wide as Quaffles. "You were called slurs and discriminated against… for your bloody skin colour?"

"It's a cold, cold world, mate," Xavier replied nonchalantly. "Muggles and magical folk are the same in that regard… because we are all humans and humans are fucked up."

Ron wasn't able to string any words together as he took a step back and he rubbed his forehead tiredly. He then looked at his dark-skinned best friend with a pitying look and said slowly, "I'm… I'm sorry, mate. I didn't even know that was a proper thing in the Muggle world… I mean, I've heard about it… but it's just so strange…"

"It's alright," Xavier sighed, his eyes glazed with enervation. "I learned to cope with it and soon after, I kind of stopped caring about it. I haven't had the opportunity of facing that sort of backlash here in the Wizarding world and I'm grateful for it, but I know the way you feel, mate. It fucking sucks and you just want to teach these people all a lesson, but there's no point at times. You're better than Malfoy in every way I possibly know and that's all that truly matters."

Ron sighed deeply and ended up taking a seat next to Xavier and he put his arm around his best mate. "Thank you, brother, you've always given me the best advice. And I'm sorry of how you felt all those years ago when you were alone and had nobody…" No one deserves to be discriminated against for their differences…

"The past is the past, Ron, and that's all that could be said," Xavier replied in a reassuring tone. "But I understand why you were especially angry today. You wanted to pay for your items and to help your parents with your money, but they weren't so lenient with the idea."

Ron inhaled a deep breath and didn't reply for a few seconds. He then whispered, "Why? Why did they reject my offer? I just wanted to help…"

"I know, mate, you always have tried to help. But you've got to understand their point of view as it certainly correlates with your behaviour at times," Xavier pointed out, and Ron waited for him to continue with a curious expression. "Don't you feel the same way when I or one of our friends offers you money?"

Ron opened his mouth but then shut it and submerged himself into his thoughts. Xavier's right… I'm a bloody hypocrite! Daphne offered to pay me back for the bracelet and yet, I declined her deal out of… shame… Is that how mum and dad felt when I offered them to pay for as many items as I could? Fuck…

"You may see helping them with financial problems as a great deed and that there is nothing wrong about it, however, your parents might feel ashamed and guilty of you having to spend your own money," Xavier commented gently, patting Ron's back. "Perhaps it's out of pride or stubbornness. But I'm certainly sure that they have a good reason behind it."

"You're right, mate," Ron noted with a sigh. "I should have understood my parents' reasoning more than anyone else. I need to start earning money… Merlin, I promise to do my best at this chess club… It's my only chance to start elevating the Weasley name…

Albus Dumbledore's P.O.V:

Headmaster's Office, Hogwarts - Wednesday, August 27th, 1992 (4:23 p.m.)

Albus sat behind his desk, his long, bony fingers interlocked with each other as he was in his pensive mood as usual. No matter how hard he tried, the burden of guilt still laid upon his shoulders, rearing its ugly head to attack Albus perpetually. Had he really made the mistake of handing Harry over to the only blood relatives he had? Was Albus to blame for Harry's significantly malnourished appearance? Was Harry possibly physically abused and harmed by his Muggle relatives?

Albus simply didn't know anymore. He had failed more than one of his students and he was entirely to blame. If Albus ever found any scars on Harry from various beatings, he would have stormed down to the Dursley residence and demanded answers sparked by rage. It was a surprise that Harry had held onto his magic for so long… unlike those who became Obscurials due to the conditioned hatred of magic directed from others. Like Ariana…

Albus immediately diverged his thoughts from the memories of his younger, deceased sister as the pain still blemished him to this day. The fireplace roared to life and Albus put on a bright smile as Hestia Jones, a valiant, adept witch appeared from the blazing fireplace, followed by a young, timorous boy.

"Hello, headmaster," Hestia greeted with gusto. Her black, wavy hair reached her neck, and she was draped in her typical green shawl that was wrapped around her shoulders.

"A long time it has been, my dear girl," Albus replied in delight, standing up to embrace his ex-student. "To what pleasure do I owe you?"

"Albus," Hestia started as she released him. "This is Asher Jones, my nephew."

"Good evening, my boy," Albus smiled kindly to the timid boy. "I am Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

"He already knows who you are, headmaster," Hestia chuckled, and she ushed the boy forward encouragingly. Asher looked up to Albus with wide eyes and Albus held out his hand. The boy took it and they exchanged a small handshake before the boy hastily retracted his arm. Quite shy, I see…

Albus studied the boy's features and felt a rush of sympathy fill his heart. The left side of the boy's neck was tarnished with deep, ever-lasting scars and Albus could recognise those scars from anywhere; werewolf scars. Poor boy…

"I see that you've spotted the scars then," Hestia noted, sighing heavily. "Albus, I've come to you today to ask for your permission for my nephew to attend Hogwarts. Now, I understand if you cannot-"

"Hogwarts will always be a place to welcome anyone," Albus cut in with a prideful look. "Hogwarts welcomes you, Asher, as one of its own. With the right precautions and safety guidelines, we can be sure for Asher to thrive here at Hogwarts and to able to be assured of seclusion when the time comes to transform."

Hestia beamed positively and responded, "Thank you for your considerate hospitality, headmaster. I believe my nephew here will make a great student."

"Are you sure, sir?" Asher spoke up, his tone displaying reluctance. "What if I turn and get into the Hogwarts castle?"

"Do not worry, my boy," Albus reassured gently. "We have had students like yourself at our school before and thus, have created a firm procedure to be followed. In turn, you will be guaranteed your safety and your secret to being secure with me and the professors. We also have an excellent Potions Master in our ranks, and he will concoct the Wolfsbane potion for your use when the time is right."

Asher nodded slowly as he contemplated Albus' words, while Hestia understood the reference of Remus and Severus. Asher then looked up at Albus with a countenance of relief and gratefully said, "Thank you, headmaster."

"It's my pleasure, my boy," Albus promised in genial, squeezing the boy's shoulder in comfort. "You will enjoy your time here at Hogwarts, I am sure of it."

"And he has his cousins already attending here," Hestia pointed out, and Asher's lips formed a small smile. Hestia looked back at Albus with a look of appreciation and repeated once more, "Thank you, headmaster. I won't forget this."

"Please, Hestia, you may refer to me as Albus. And it's my sincere joy, dear," Albus returned with a paternal smile.

"We'll get going now, Albus," Hestia informed and Albus nodded. Hestia shot him a parting nod as she approached the fireplace and as she disappeared from Albus' office, Asher sent one more beholden smile towards Albus and followed after his aunt. Albus smiled to himself as he sat back down, feeling elevated at the eager glint in the poor boy's eyes due to the prospect of getting a chance to attend Hogwarts just like everybody else. Everyone deserves an equal chance…

Three knocks came to his door, and Albus replied, "Come in, Severus."

The door creaked open, and the black-robed professor billowed in and sat down in one of the chairs across Albus with his customary look of cold apathy.

"Would you like a sherbet lemon, Severus?" Albus offered, his hand reaching for the bowl under his desk. "I'm sure a good sweet can mollify one's sour expression."

"I came here to talk, not to indulge in needless atrocities," Severus bit out, clenching his teeth at Albus' hearty chuckle. It was always fun to toy with Severus.

"Understandable," Albus said as he popped one into his mouth and savoured the taste. "Have you talked to Lucius yet?"

"Yes, it was as we suspected, Albus," Severus replied aloofly. "Narcissa invited me over to dinner two nights ago and Lucius brought up a discussion he and Theseus Nott had a while back. Theseus thoroughly believes that his old master is alive, roaming around somewhere, waiting to be found. As for Lucius… he believes Theseus, however, I can see the slight reluctance in his expression."

"I see…" Albus spoke softly, a serious expression planted on his face. "And you? What did you respond with?"

"They most certainly knew that I knew as well," Severus began as he rubbed his forehead. "I mostly stayed reticent as Lucius relayed to me of how Theseus expressed his enjoyment of his hopes on finding the Dark Lord. I have no idea on when they will ever begin this expedition of theirs."

Albus didn't respond as his own mind was scrambling with thoughts of Tom's unknown location. Where could Tom be now? He must be slowly recuperating and possessing living beings that can handle his soul…

"Albus," Severus started, and Albus looked back at his ex-student to see a funny look on Severus' face. "Care to explain to me what possessed you to hire that rambunctious fool Lockhart as the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor?"

Albus sighed solemnly as he knew this topic would be pop up sooner or later.

"Have you ever considered hiring a witch or wizard with actual potential and skill in the specific area?" Severus continued, exasperation melted in his words.

"Severus, you know that the opportunity for a Defense professor is scarce," Albus reminded sternly. "And you know where I need you… you are needed as Potions Master, my boy."

Severus opened his mouth to argue, but then shut it with a defeated glint in his dull, black eyes. A silence fell upon the two and after a minute, Severus spoke up, "How's the boy?"

Albus understood immediately and felt a sense of proudness for Severus' care of his Slytherins. "Mr. Desmond is recovering at a quick rate with his daily potions and is doing much better at the present moment I believe."

Severus nodded curtly, and Albus smiled blissfully at his friend, something that made Severus scowl. Albus' smile fell off though as he was reminded of something that had haunted the back of his mind over the past few weeks.

"Severus," Albus began, his voice piercing through the silence. "Something extraordinary occurred when I visited Mr. Desmond in his ward at St. Mungo's."

Severus cocked an eyebrow at Albus' sudden change of expression, and he waited for his mentor to continue. "As soon as I stepped into his ward, a blast of dark magic came rushing up towards me and engulfed me. Severus… I could feel a deep-rooted hatred and ill rage emanating from young Desmond…"

Severus looked thrown off by Albus' weary anecdote. "A wave of dark magic… came right from the Desmond boy?" Severus questioned slowly as he comprehended Albus' words.

"Yes," Albus replied, a sense of weariness descending upon his mind. "I've felt this wave when I first met him at the orphanage. I believed it to be a conjuration of his loneliness at the orphanage and hoped that it would slowly digress into more optimistic currents of magic once he joined Hogwarts. Throughout his time here, I've still felt a spark of dark magic emanate from his magical core, however, it has tripled to a larger magnitude than I could have ever imagined, Severus."

Severus' forehead glimmered with sweat. "How could this be possible, Albus?"

"I believed it to be the aftereffects of Tom's attempted possession over Xavier's soul," Albus answered, stroking his beard. "However, I get the feeling that there is more to it than meets the eye, Severus. I almost feel like something is corrupting Xavier's soul from the inside. We both know that the boy comes off as a cold, abstinent individual."

"We cannot perform Legilimency on the boy, Albus," Severus pointed out, and Albus nodded. "What should we do?"

"We must keep a close eye on him this year and his behaviour," Albus instructed firmly. "The last thing we all need is for a brilliant student to go down a pathway similar to that of Lord Voldemort's."

Sirius Black's P.O.V:

12 Grimmauld Place - Thursday, August 28th, 1992 (11 a.m.) 

Sirius scowled venomously as he fired another 'Riddikulus' at Harry's decomposing corpse and it transformed into a deflating balloon that whizzed past Sirius and disappeared into another room. Sirius' temper had been at an all-time high just from merely breathing in this godforsaken house. Sirius had never liked his childhood home. Memories of beatings, arguments, and negative energy came flooding back to Sirius the second he had set foot into his old home, and it plagued him everywhere he went. He had the mind to blow the place to smithereens, but he understood the value of seizing an opportunity of elevating such a place for a superior use. For Harry…

Sirius wandered down the hallways and trotted up the stairs to the upmost level and gazed around. Just a couple more rooms, that's it…

Sirius paused to use his enhanced hearing to locate his best friend and he sighed when he heard Remus on the floor below, pacing distractedly. Another reason why Sirius' temper was peaking these days was of the current situation Remus was faced with. Remus was torn between staying at 12 Grimmauld Place with Sirius or returning to the original run-down shack that he inhabited for the last few years. Sirius thought that Remus was being an idiot for even pondering over such two options and convinced him unabatingly to stay, but Remus was too anxious over Harry. Anxious over the fact that Harry would be in mortal peril if Remus ever transformed near him or if Harry would reject him for being a werewolf. Sirius scoffed audibly. Harry would never in a million years reject someone for their curse… especially not Remus, Harry loves him!

Sirius continued down the hall, passing by several guest bedrooms and ancient paintings and, paused abruptly at the door that led to Regulus' bedroom. Sirius exhaled loudly as he felt anger, pain, regret, and… guilt? Why do I feel guilty?

It was as if Sirius was tied in a rope and a tug-of-war was occurring. Sirius really wanted to walk past the room, but he was drawn to it without his will. Sirius cautiously pushed the door open and stepped inside. Regulus' bedroom was the same as always. Posters of Quidditch stars, the Slytherin House colours as a theme for his wallpaper, the immense, jet-black desk in the corner, and the bed by the cob-webbed window. It even had Regulus' distinct scent.

Sirius began to go through the numerous drawers in Regulus' desk and halted when he found an old picture taken of him and his younger brother when they were mere children. Sirius grabbed it with a stoic expression and his feet carried him to the foot of the bed. As he sat down, the bedsprings creaked, but Sirius paid no attention to it. His eyes were fixated on his younger brother's golden smile and his own handsome smirk. Regulus was hoisted upon Sirius' shoulders and Sirius's hands were wrapped securely around Regulus' knees. Reggie…

An old, forgotten pain arose within Sirius' chest and it soared through his soul the more he eyed the picture. Reggie… you damn fool…

Sirius and Regulus were each other's first best friends. As youngers, the two were inseparable and used to play all sorts of games and tricks on each other, but there was an intelligible bond between the two brothers. Their parents had begun to feed them the delirious pureblood ideologies, but the two brothers took no notice of such things at the time and only cared about spending every waking moment together.

The beginning of their Hogwarts years was the true departure of their tight-knit friendship. One brother was a notorious Gryffindor, popular among the students, an over-indulger in debauchery, and in essence, a trouble-maker. On the other hand, the other brother became a reclusive Slytherin, assimilating into a detached, distant attitude, focusing on his studies, and slowly digressing into the pureblood ideals and the works of the dark arts.

For once upon a time, the two brothers greeted each other with brotherly love, the two merely sneered at one another or completely disregarded each other's existence. Regulus quickly became the favoured son of Orion and Walburga Black, while Sirius became a disgrace to the Black family. And that was that.

The last time Sirius had properly seen and interacted with Regulus was on the night Sirius had planned to leave his cynical childhood home forever and to take refuge in his best mate's residence. Regulus had been awake, doing God knew what, and he had run into Sirius right as he was about to leave. There was no hostile aggression or revulsive insults between the two, but almost a look of mutual understanding. After that, Sirius never caught a glimpse of his younger brother ever again. Sirius believed that Regulus had died in the Great War.

Sirius gripped the photo as bitter tears cascaded down his face and he felt his chest pound intensely. Sirius did not miss that death-eater moron. That death-eater followed the disgusting values of Blood-Purity and proudly joined the ranks of a monster without a care in the world, raving about the Dark Lord like he was a God. Regulus bared the dark mark and was strongly encouraged by their parents to be by Lord Voldemort's side. But Sirius missed the loving, entertaining, and charismatic younger brother he once had. Regulus was just one more person Sirius had lost in his life. Sirius had openly rejected Regulus since the days of Hogwarts and had failed to maintain their once benevolent companionship. Maybe things could have been different if they had preserved that profound connection. That's where the guilt was deeply embedded. And now, there was nothing Sirius could ever do to mend said guilt. I'm… I'm sorry, Reggie… Sirius glanced at the photo once more and silently, he began to weep.