"HUH— FREYA?" Ophiuchus groaned as he woke up from his sleep— his owl had flown in through his opened window and woken him up from his sleep.
"Freya my sweetest!" Amelie cooed, Ophiuchus glares at her.
"You've turned her against me." Ophiuchus says accusingly to her.
"Stop being so upset over the fact our children prefer their mother more." Amelie laughed.
Ophiuchus rolls his eyes.
Freya landed on Ophiuchus's chest,
staring down at him.
His face was a bit puffy with a sleepy look, and his strawberry lips were in a slight pout, not to mention his dark curls were a mess.
Many couldn't help but to awe— at how adorable Ophiuchus looks in this.
Ophiuchus himself buried his face into his hands.
"You are so cute! Who's a cutie patootie?" Daphne teased him in a mocking tone.
Ophiuchus sends her a glare.
She remains unfazed— since there was no actual malice behind his glare. Just annoyance.
"My doppelgänger, is right. You look so cute." Draconian added with a grin.
"Elias, double their training." Ophiuchus said, making the pair freeze as Elias grinned.
"Gladly!" She laughs.
Freya had a letter attached to her ankle, seeing this Ophiuchus sat up, which had caused Freya to fly up before landing back down on his lap.
Ophiuchus untied the letter from her ankle and looked at it.
— 𝓣𝓸 𝓞𝓹𝓱𝓲𝓾𝓬𝓱𝓾𝓼 𝓛𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮
— 𝓕𝓻𝓸𝓶, 𝓜𝓪𝓻𝓿𝓸𝓵𝓸
Those from the past who recognize the wax seal
had froze seeing its
The future had mixed reactions.
Ophiuchus was scowling, while Amelie's gaze was cold, and the court had varying looks of annoyance.
Ophelia looked downright murderous. Aleksis had an expression of disgust. Hermione and Ron looked pissed. Louis scoffed.
Others were just confused at the reactions.
"Marvolo..?" He questioned looking at the letter that was addressed to him.
Then he stared at the golden wax seal.
"L.V? Louis Vuitton?"
Some gave Ophiuchus a deadpanned stare.
He then blinked a few times in remembrance.
'Right, the person who possessed, Quirrell.'
He thought. To be honest, Ophiuchus had actually forgotten about him.
The future couldn't help but laugh, while those in
the past who knew looked in disbelief.
Ophiuchus then lazily tossed the letter to
the side of his nightstand— he'll take a look
at that later.
"D-Did you just—?" Abraxas was at a lost for words.
"Yeah." Ophiuchus said nonchalantly.
He had other things to do.
Such as going back to sleep.
"Ophiuchus is high-key a mood."
Freya then peaked him.
Ophiuchus sends Amelie a glare.
Ophiuchus rolled his eyes at his owl before summoning some treats for her.
Freya chirped happily as she ate the treats from the palm of his hands.
Ophiuchus had looked down at her with a fond smile on his face.
"Look! What you are seeing is a rare sight!"
Theo began.
"The Soft Ophii." Grinned Blaise.
The way the sunshine from his window fell upon him as he smiled made him seem to have stepped out of a fairytale storybook.
Ophelia stares at the screen.
Who knew Lestrange can actually look pleasant?
Yet in what fairy tale would he ever be any sane person's idea of Prince Charming?
"Fuck sane people. They're boring." Ophelia said.
"We're all mad here." Ophiuchus spoke at the same time, making both of them look at each other.
"Ophiuchus Lestrange, quoting muggle literature?" Ophelia mocks a gasp.
Ophiuchus scoffed. "I'm surprised you even knew what it was, considering your illiterateness, Bunny."
"I know much more about literature than you do, Lestrange." She hummed with a threatening smile on her face.
"In your dreams." He taunted.
"I wouldn't dream of you, even if I was under the, Imperius Curse." She mocked.
The pair glared at each other before turning back
to the screen.
"Ahem." Ophiuchus looks up to see Silas standing at the entrance of his room.
Silas's cheeks were lightly dusted with a soft pink hue to them.
"Were you sick at the time?" Ophiuchus asked.
Many looked at him in disbelief.
"Beloved has this thing muggles call, alexithymia." Amelie said— they still had looked confused at
her words.
"Alexithymia is not a condition in its own right, but rather an inability to identify, understand, and describe their own emotions." She explained.
"How did you find this out?" Regulus asked.
"Forced him to see a psychiatrist." Amelie
answered with a shrug.
Ophiuchus raised a brow.
"What does my alexithymia, have to do with my question of Silas being sick?" He asked.
"Nothing, I don't know why she brought that up." Silas sends Amelie a glare. "Also I was fine. It was just a bit too hot."
"It was winter." Ophiuchus said.
"Elias put a heating charm on my clothes without telling me making it too hot for comfort." Silas lied smoothly placing the blame on his twin.
"I didn—" Silas steps on her feet under the table.
"—did. I did that as a prank." Elias said as she kicked him under the table.
Ophiuchus nodded in response.
Ophelia was looking at him oddly.
"What?" Ophiuchus asked— there was an almost whiney undertone to his voice,
as he looked at him.
"Bratty Ophii, is a pain." Blaise said, and they can't help but to agree with him.
"They're here." Silas said referring to his court that have arrived. "It's also time for lunch." He added.
Ophiuchus groaned, as he got out of bed.
"Narcissus, where is he?" He asked as he stood up. Freya is now snuggled on his bed comfortable.
"Having sex with, Astro— OUCH!" Marlene exclaimed at Lily pinched her.
"He is in his room." Silas answered.
Ophiuchus let out a smirk.
"Oh this." He started to laugh. "This is
going to be so much fun."
The screen shifted.
Ophiuchus was walking through the halls with a shit-eating grin on his face, as Draco followed behind him.
Ophiuchus invited him to spend the rest
of Yuel with him, along with the others. Narcissa was more than willingly to let
Draco skip the Malfoy Yuel Ball, to
spend time with Ophiuchus.
She practically threw Draco at him.
Draco was confused— and frankly kinda scared seeing this side of his silent and
stoic cousin.
"I retract that. Ophiuchus is more scary when you take away his strawberry milk." Draconian shivered in remembrance, the court looked at him with pity.
Ophiuchus just glares at him— still pissed over
that incident.
"Here we are."
Soon enough they reached a door.
Ophiuchus opened the door to reveal Narcissus— whom wearing just a plain
white sweater, and grey sweatpants.
Aleksis looked annoyed at seeing him.
"Oh, Eros—?" Narcissus paused, at the sight of Draco standing behind Ophiuchus.
"Ophiuchus, you little shit." Sirius grinned.
Because even though he held 'sight' it was
not sight at all, at least not like how he remembered it.
"Finally an explanation on this!" A Ravenclaw cheered as they prepare to take notes.
When he saw before, the world was filled with colors, but now there wasn't any color
at all. There were not blues, not reds, not greens, not even blacks or whites.
Yet he was still seeing.
Maybe not seeing more like— visualizing.
Though he knew they were technically synonyms, but this 'sight' certainly
wasn't actual sight.
Not only that, but when he blinked, he still sees, when he moved his hand to cover his eyes, he still sees.
He could see so much more than he could before. He could see things even though he wasn't facing that particular way.
Lost his sight— in return he gained the ability to sense the very essence of magic.
"That is alot to take in..."
Narcissus himself still can't comprehend how, but he has learned to use it to his advantage.
After all who would suspect the cripple?
"Such a Slytherin." Evan said.
Barty looked at him scandalize.
"That is my thing! But with Ravenclaw!"
He sensed familiar magic. The same kind
of magical presence he hasn't encountered
in years.
'Damnit, Eros.' Narcissus thought.
He is not prepared for this.
To see Draco this soon.
"I have someone I want you to meet." Ophiuchus said as he gestured to Narcissus who was giving a smile— but look closely and you could see how strained it was.
"Hello." Draco greeted.
Narcissus not knowing what to say—
"Hey, Brother...?"
"What?" Draco questioned and turned to Ophiuchus whom had already walked out leaving the pair alone.
"Little shit." Ophiuchus just smirks this time.
"I can explain." Narcissus said as Draco turned to him.
"Me to my parents about my bad grades."
"... Your a Ravenclaw?"
"So?"
Narcissus gestured Draco to follow him and he did, now the pair stand alone together on the balcony of Narcissus's room.
As Draco stared at him, he could see the resemblance between them— not to
mention his name...
"Narcissus Regulus Black. I was formally known as Narcissus Abraxas Malfoy. The firstborn child of Lucius Malfoy and his
wife Narcissa Malfoy Née Black."
"You are lying." Draco said his voice laced with speculation.
"I'm not." Narcissus had sighed. "I can
prove it to you."
Narcissus took out his wand— and spoke.
"I Narcissus Regulus Black— swear upon the Triple Goddess and magic, that what I said was true." Draco's eyes widen at the use of the Triple Goddess's name.
So did others hearing his oath.
"Expecto Patronum." With that a brilliant sliver, white eyed wolf emerged from his wand and circled around them, before moving to Narcissus's side.
'A white eyed wolf— how fitting.' Aleksis thought.
White eyed wolf, is a Chinese phrase.
Describing someone whom is vicious, fierce, heartless, and unappreciative. They won't hesitate on backstabbing their own flesh and blood.
The wolf stood tall and proud by his side already reaching above his waistline, and Narcissus stands at 6'1.
Draco was at a lost for words.
"Little Prince..." Narcissus froze ever so slightly hearing those words.
Regulus raised a brow at this.
As his name means, Little Prince.
"You are the, Little Prince." Draco said.
"Mother, told me I look like a, Little Prince she once knew. It can't be, Regulus. From what I've seen I don't look like him. That
only leaves you."
"Your right." Narcissus hummed as his wolf began to fade away at his command.
"Why did you leave?" Draco asked wanting answers.
Narcissus had outstretched his hand
towards Draco.
"It will be easier to show you."
Draco hesitates— but takes his hand anyways wanting to know.
The screen shifted, as Draco's vision
had blurred.
When his vision cleared up, he was standing in Malfoy Manor with Narcissus by his side, and their bodies were translucent— like those of ghost.
Draco followed Narcissus through the
manor to the drawing room, and walked in.
What Draco saw once they were inside made him fearful— he felt his heart pounding dangerously.
"What did he see??"
The drawing room was a widely proportioned room.
Probably the grandest room of the manor,
it had ceilings about 30 feet high, a pair of chandeliers, and a pipe organ at one end.
The drawing room was full of silent people, sitting at a long and ornate table.
Illumination came from a roating fire beneath a handsome marble mantelpiece surmounted by a gilded mirror.
The people sat on the table, Death Eaters.
The Inner Circle— specifically.
"You support him. We all knew it, but now there
is evidence." Sirius said. "Then again between him or Dumbledore, I'd go with him."
Many looked at him in disbelief.
"What? Atleast he is honest about his plans unlike a certain manipulative bastard." He defended.
Voldemort in all his glory sat at the head of the table with sickly pale white skin, a skeletally thin body, and dark scarlet eyes with cat like slits for pupils. He had a chalk white face that resembled a skull, snake like slits for nostrils, and large hands with unnaturally long fingers like spider's legs.
The past looked at him with fear.
Voldemort was terrifying...
While Aleksis just sneers in disgust.
Sitting on his left was his— no their aunt, Bellatrix Lestrange— Voldemort's most feared combatant.
Bellatrix's breath hitched.
Bellatrix could only be described as a dark seductress, with an air of both danger and grace surrounding her.
"I know it's not the best time to say it, but she is a MILF." Marlene whispered to Lily who glared.
Ophiuchus is Bellatrix's spitting imagine.
Ophiuchus scoffed.
"Sorry." Draconian apologized.
Seated to Voldemort's right— was Lucius
and next to him was Narcissa.
"Lucius. You've failed me once again." Voldemort drawled, it sent shivers down Draco's spine.
"When isn't he a failure?" Ophiuchus mused.
Lucius felt attacked.
"The consequences of your actions was a hefty cost, to make up for that you have to pay with your life." Voldemort stated.
"M'Lord, please spare me." Lucius said, his voice slightly shaking. "I'll do anything."
"The moment he sealed his fate." Draconian spat.
Voldemort had a glint of amusement in
those eyes of his.
"Anything you say?" He laughs.
"Would you trade the life of your firstborn, for yours?" Voldemort questioned.
Narcissa looks at him.
"Lucius." She said dangerously.
"Yes." Lucius answered without hesitation.
Narcissa slapped him across the face, her hand leaving an imprint on his pale face.
The Black's were giving him dangerous looks.
Others looked disgusted by him.
Abraxas was ashamed.
"Cissa—" She cut him off.
"Don't you, 'Cissa' me— Malfoy!" She glared.
"The only reason I don't call this engagement, is to make sure Narcissus and Draconian, get the life they deserve this time around." Narcissa got up and walked towards Bellatrix taking a seat next to her.
All the Death Eaters's eyes widen.
As a magical child is a blessing from
Mother Magic. To them— is a sin.
Narcissa looked at Lucius pleadingly.
She couldn't— she couldn't give up her,
Little Prince.
Bellatrix had a murderous gleam in her eyes directed at Lucius.
If Rodolphus even thought about doing that to Ophiuchus— she wouldn't hesitate to kill him. She would not even bother to make it look like an accident.
Ophiuchus blinked in confusion.
'She cares?'
"I'd still have the spare to continue my line." Lucius continued referring to Draco.
"Spare?" Narcissa voice was cold. "Are they just pawns for you, Malfoy?"
"I—" Lucius was at a loss for words, his face still stinging badly from her slap.
"Very well, in 3 days time bring your firstborn to me." Voldemort commanded.
"Yes, M'Lord." Lucius nodded.
Draco looked sick, and he turned to Narcissus who's face displayed no emotion.
He watched as Narcissus walk out the room, following behind him, they now stood outside the drawing room.
They weren't alone though.
Draco saw it— saw him...
A young Narcissus— who's ear was
pressed against the door listening in.
"Oh shit..." They felt pity for him.
At such a young age too.
Draco watched as young Narcissus, moved away from the door and started running,
his footsteps were, silent...
Draco followed after him, as he did Draco realized they were in the North Wing,
of the Manor.
Draco saw young Narcissus, opening the door to a grand mahogany door. He knew this room, it was always blocked off and he was never allowed in by his mother.
Every time he'd ask why, her eyes would flash with a mixture of pain, sadness, and grief. He never understood why— till now.
It was Narcissus's room.
Draco had walked into the room,
Narcissus's room was grand much more
than his own
Draco then turns to see young Narcissus, crying on his bed.
"A-Am I not good enough?" He cried.
"No baby, your perfect."
"Fuck, Malfoy!"
"He's a spineless coward who is with a woman
he'll never deserve! Narcissa leave him and
elope with me!"
Behind Draco— Narcissus stood watching himself cry his eyes out.
Before Draco knew it the world blurred around him— now he was back standing on the balcony with Narcissus.
Draco can't help but to study his features.
Narcissus looked like him— though he held more features of the House of Black, including the dark hair.
Yet he had their father's eyes, but his eyes remained Draco of fogged glass.
Ophelia can't help but wonder...
Astrophel told her the expression of the eyes being windows to the souls were true.
If Narcissus's eyes is like fogged window glass, can Astro look into his soul?
"I did everything he wanted." He spoke getting Draco's attention. "Yet it was never enough for him."
"Only 3 years of age, and so much pressure was put on me. I grew up in a household filled with high expectations and painful punishments if those expectations were not met. With a proud aristocratic posture and mannerisms of a gracefulness that was strictly beaten into me. To be the perfect heir. To serve my heritage as a Malfoy. Sanctimonia Vincet Semper." Narcissus sighed running a hand though his hair.
"To do what you want is not a privilege. It is a
curse. It is the curse of ordinary people. People
with no responsibilities do whatever they want." Ophiuchus sighed.
"Common people with no value and self worth
do whatever they want. People whose lives have
no worthy purpose are free to do whatever they want. Not us. We have expectations. We do not do whatever we want— we do what must be done."
His words stuck a chord in many purebloods, whom had always felt the pressure on them.
"Purity Will Always Conquer..." Draco whispered the Malfoy Motto.
"I was discarded easily by, Lucius. In his
eyes you are just a spare." Narcissus
said bitterly.
"Does he even love you?"
"Good question." Narcissa glared at him.
Draco stayed silent, he already knew the answer, and so does Narcissus.
"I can liberate you from the chains of the Malfoy name... What do you say?"
"Yes." Draco said unwavering.
"That is how we ended the Malfoy bloodline." Draconian smirked.
Narcissus smiled.