𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐚; 𝐝𝐚𝐰𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬
꒰ 🔮🧿 ⚔️ ꒱ؘ ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

❜ ─ 𝐨𝐡 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧, 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬... ─ ❛

(A.B.)

"SO YOU'RE TELLING ME, YOU'RE FLYING OUT TO INDIA IN TWO DAYS AND YOU'RE TAKING ME WITH YOU?!"

Alphard Black was  absolutely, positively losing his shit for a multitude of reasons.

number one:  Alphard Black and Zafar Shafiq are single besties, who according to Alphard, swore a sacred oath to one another vowing them of single life (something Zafar denies doing, unless he was heavily drunk).

number two: Alphard Black now has to share his BEST friend with, who he calls, a prissy brat of a princess. Alphard was never one for sharing.

number three: Alphard Black was utterly full of euphoria upon hearing the death of Zubayr Shafiq. The old tosser hated him and he equally hated him back.

number four: Alphard Black was getting an all expense paid holiday from his best friend to a country he had never been to. It was India, as well. For SIX WEEKS.

and finally number five: Alphard Black can now thankfully have a long six week break, away from his sister, mother and father.

Alphard Black was shocked needless to say.

Currently in the drawing room of Grimmauld Place, Orion, Abraxas, Alphard and Zafar all sit down. Orion Black and Abraxas Malfoy smoking a cigar, whilst Zafar Shafiq and Alphard Black drink whiskey, as they all attempt to process all Zafar was saying.

"You skipped over the bits that it was a blood binding contract, Zafar could have possibly died and the fact that it is to the Avisa's." Orion states bluntly.

"Oh shush Onion, it's not your best friend who you now have to share with another woman!" bellows Alphard, drinking more whiskey.

"Alph, I married your sister."

"Yeah who is your cousin. Gross that is, incest." he replies, scrunching his nose, "but now she's your problem, not mine anymore."

Zafar couldn't help but snort in response. Walburga and Alphard were notorious for their sibling fights; their most recent one being Walburga levitating a piano and throwing it to Alphard, after he drew a moustache with a permanent marker.

"So what are you going to do now then?"  asks Abraxas, he was a boring one, dedicating his entire life to the ministry, the pureblooded cause and the Dark Lord. To Zafar, he was merely an acquaintance, if he ever needed anything of use, he planned to go to Abraxas.

"Father's funeral was the other day, so i've gotten Minty to pack my belongings and the Avisa's have sent me a pocket-watch, which is actually the port key." he explains, taking brief sips of whiskey in between, "Hopefully, get there safely in a few minutes."

"Wait, the Avisa's did you say?" Abraxas replied, leaning forward.

"Yes, why? I don't really know much about them."

"Zafar, they're essentially one of the reasons that's we're all here today. They're one of the oldest Wizarding families in the entire world. We're just about lucky that's we're in the Scared Twenty Eight. But the Avisa's are practically royalty in Wizarding world." Abraxas gushes.

"Nice Fan behaviour there Brax, but why should Zaf even be remotely interested in this prissy princess?" Alphard asked sourly, his arms crossed. He still wasn't happy on the whole ordeal.

"Stop being so salty." Zafar chimes in.

"No, some princess is stealing my man."

Abraxas clears his throat before continuing.

Fucking peacock.. Alphard mutters.

"It's a rumour that the Avisa's were blessed with powers from Merlin himself. It's also rumoured that they're descendants of Morgana le Fay as well. And because of that, it's rumoured that they have these powers." Abraxas explains.

"Yet again Brax, not creepy at all." Alphard comments.

"Oh be quiet Alphard, it's common knowledge."

"Abraxas, as much as I... Value your opinion, how do I know if everything you're saying is legitimate or not?" Zafar asks.

"Yes, well, as i said, it's rumoured-"

"That's my point, it's all rumoured. So how am I supposed to know the authenticity of it all? Especially from what i've heard from father about Malcom?"

Abraxas didn't know what to say. For once, the man was lost for words.

"Okay then, what do you want to do?" Asks Orion. He, other than Zafar himself, was the more level headed one.

"I mean, I think I'm going to go. I don't want a Malcom to happen to me, if it is true." he

"That's valid and a fair point." Orion replies calmly, before taking another puff of his cigar.

"Besides, I think it's good that you're finally getting married. The Dark Lord will be very happy." Abraxas responds.

"Indeed he shall. I'm happy you're finally settling down though." Orion says. The Noble House of Black were supporters of the Dark Lord's cause, however, none of them had actually decided to legitimately join it.

"I mean, it's not a guarantee that I'm getting married, but thanks Orion." Zafar smiles at his friend.

"But a quick question, why the fuck is it six weeks? Not that I'm complaining."

"I mean, I'm thinking our first week is settling down and getting used to the environment. And then since there are four of those labours, probably a week per labour, and if everything does work, by the grace of Merlin, probably the last week is the wedding."

"How's work going to work?" Orion asks.

"I mean, they've been asking me to take days off ever since I joined. They've agreed to my leave."

Alphard stays quiet for a minute.

"So that gives me six weeks to ensure that you don't get married and that we stay single besties forever!" he exclaims, his face lightens.

"Alphard, I swear to Merlin, if you mess this alliance up, I will incarcerous you and lock you in a room with Walburga." Orion warns his brother in law.

"Not my own brother in law conspiring against me! Oh Merlin, what a Travesty!" Alphard shouts, pretending to faint on Zafar's legs, to which Zafar pushes him on the floor.

"My best friend hurting me! Oh the horror! What have I ever-" The sound of Zafar hissing stops Alphard from his soliloquy.

Zafar rolls his sleeve up. The Dark Mark darkly etched on his forearm.

"Duty calls. I'll catch up with you guys later. See you home Alph." Zafar

The two married men nod at Zafar, whereas Alphard looks at Zafar in caution He never wanted him to join the Dark Lord's ranks, but it wasn't as if he was given or choice, nor the protection that Alphard had. Zafar put down his now empty glass of whiskey and stands up. With a pop, he apparates from Grimmauld Place to Gaunt Manor, the safehouse in which the Dark Lord had resided in.

He opens his eyes, to see dark and grim walls, no sign of light nor life evident. The walls plastered with a myriad of paintings, of many Gaunt's from decades ago.

A house elf guides Zafar through the house, not that he was paying attention to it all. He just wanted to go home in all honesty.

The small house elf opens a pair of black double doors to a room. It was where the death eaters would normally have their meetings and all.

He nodded in recognition to the house elf and briefly smiled at the little thing before entering the room.

He could see a man in a suit facing the open windows, standing behind the chair at the Head of the Table.

He gulps and takes a deep breath in.

"My lord." He bows down in reposnse.

"Ah Zafar, I have been awaiting for your arrival." the man says, turning around. His hair falling onto his forehead and his red eyes piercing right into Zafar.

"Please take a seat. We have much to discuss."

: ̗̀➛ 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 :

BEFORE I START MY A/N, I'D LIKE TO GRACE YOUR EYES:

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𝐬𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐫, 𝐳𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐫 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐚'𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦. 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐨𝐦𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐚'𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬:

𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞,
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