𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐝 𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐲; 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐳𝐤𝐚𝐛𝐚𝐧
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❜ ─ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐰. ─ ❛

(𝐃.𝐋.𝐌.)

IT WASN'T NORMAL SEEING A MCCLAREN F1 ON A BLEAK WEDNESDAY 1ST OF SEPTEMBER.

but for the black's, it was merely a daily phenomenon. after a solid 2 hour car ride full of road rage, sweet karaoke and a whole lot of coffee drinking, they finally got to merry old kings cross station.

it didn't help that sirius black nearly lost it when some random muggle flirted with his wife whilst she was getting everyone their coffee and breakfast (although leela black-shafiq was more than capable of dealing with the situation at hand, especially with the small pocketknife she always carried in her boots).

it also didn't help that atlas leo black, whilst waiting outside the car for his mum and dad to come, flirted with a man, unknowing he was in a relationship and got into a car fight with the man's girlfriend. thank merlin, altair elio black saw. thank merlin for altair's manners and sweet-talking disposition, or else atlas would've definitely entered his fifth year of hogwarts muttered in bruises.

all whilst alya venus black dozed off in the backseat of her papa's mcclaren, cosily wearing the charmed noise cancelling ear muffs. however, that sweet sleep was interrupted by her mother cussing endlessly at a stupid muggle lorry driver who very clearly missed the traffic light signal and could've run them over.

the journey to kings cross station this year was undoubtedly eventful, to say the least.

thankfully, the family reached kings cross with 10 minutes to spare, with sirius and leela finding the children's trolleys, loading all their trunks and pets onto them. sirius was sure to stay hot on his children's tails all the way into the station

"right then," he said, glancing around at them, "double trouble, you go first. then the girls and i last."

the twins first lined themselves in between platforms 9 and 10, before atlas and altair respectively ran through the platform.

it wasn't long before alya and leela ran through the platforms.

in a moment, they had fallen sideways through the solid metal onto platform nine and three quarters and looked up to see the hogwarts express, a scarlet steam engine, puffing smoke over a platform packed with witches and wizards seeing their children onto the train.

atlas and altair were in front of them, large smiles etched on their faces as they looked at the express. sirius appeared behind them. he was panting and had apparently taken the barrier at a run.

"mum, where's uncle prongs, aunt lily and haz?" asks atlas, who like his brother was looking around for his aunt's fiery mane of red hair.

"lily had to leave early, so jamie and harry must be on the train already" replies leela.

"what about uncle re-" says alya before she was cut off.

"talking about me are you?" says a voice from behind the family.

they all turn around, only to be met with regulus black, wearing his formal black suit and cloak.

"uncle reggie!"

all three of the black siblings run over to their uncle and hug him, altair's 6ft 2 self towering over the three and alyas 5ft self squashed in between the three men. the three siblings get off regulus.

"i didn't want to join you in the car today. i still don't trust sirius well enough when it comes to him and driving." regulus says, placing his arms around alya and patting the twins on their shoulders.

"hey! i'm not that bad. i passed my driving license for a reason reg!" exclaims sirius dramatically, one of his hands ravaging out for his chest whilst the other grips tightly onto leela's waist.

"sirius, you confunded the bloody driving instructor to make you pass," remarks leela, raising her brow at him.

"no one was supposed to know that..." he mutters to leela, before speaking loudly again, "i'm still a bloody brilliant driver though!"

"sure you aren't dad. you nearly ran over that old lady in a walker at the bloody zebra crossing." chimes in atlas.

"or when you were reversing the car out of the garage and nearly ran mum over." chimes in altair.

"papa, face it, you're a shit driver." says alya, her arms crossed over her chest.

"language," says regulus, "your mother's better by a milestone. terrible road rager though."

"well reginald, if people use their eyes and their common sense, then i wouldn't have bloody road rage would i?" exclaims leela.

"i feel safer with mum driving for sure. plus mum's car is sweet."

"woahhhh- how does a red old mustang compare with my baby mcclaren!"

"character darling. lucie has character. " says alya.

but before sirius could say anything back, the express let out a cloud of steam, as it horned, beckoning the students to enter the train.

leela quickly embraced all of her children, including sirius, as did regulus.

"atlas darling, don't send me toilet seats, and please give me a heads up before getting another piercing. altair sweetheart, don't forget you have your prefects meeting in a bit and don't forget to take your allergy medicine. alya honey, send draco, blaise and daphne my love, and make sure you give draco his hair tonic." leela breathlessly says to the kids, "i love you all. stay out of trouble and i'll see you in a day or two!"

"bye mum! bye, uncle reg!" chorused the three kids, waving at their mother and uncle.

"well, i've got to get going. there's a trial at 11 and then i have to submit one of my research papers. i'll see you at home di. i'll pop into hogwarts soon bro." says regulus, quickly hugging his brother and sister in law.

"see you later reggie," leela says, as she and sirius bide regulus goodbye. regulus then apparates away.

leela turns to face sirius.

"now, you. look out for the kids. don't go looking for trouble and vengeance and be a good boy for me yeah?" says leela, wrapping her arms around his torso.

"i can't promise anything. give me a kiss goodbye?" says sirius, puckering up his lips.

leela leans in and gives him a quick peck just as the horn blared once more.

"hey! that's not what i was asking for!" exclaims sirius.

"darling, that's all you're going to get. you're going to be late auror black."

"urghhh. fine. but i want more next time"

"get on the bloody train pads," leela says, pushing sirius away from her.

"okay! okay! see you soon?"

"before you know it, love. i love you. cradle to grave?" sirius says, giving leela a quick peck, before showing his pinky to her.

"cradle to grave," leela says softly interlocking her pinky around sirius'. after one more delicate peck, sirius runs off to board the train.

steam was billowing from the train; it had started to move. leela sees the heads of all her family - minus lily and remus- pop out of the window waving goodbye at her.

"oi shafiq! libs you cow! sirius is all mines now!" shouts the very loud voice of james potter to leela, using the nickname he had given her after she had gotten married (which had happened to be her initials).

"oh its fine jamie. lily was always mine" shouts leela back, giving him a good old middle finger.

"nooooooo! away from my wife! " james exclaims frantically, as he messes up his hair.

"its black-shafiq actually pro-james!" exclaims sirius, before the hogwarts express was soon out of leela's sight.

─── ✨🌫🔮 ───

meanwhile at the back of the train...

alya venus black was as lost as a clownfish.

first and most importantly, she couldn't find harry anywhere, meaning her precious gloves were lost. and secondly, she couldn't find her friends, who very unlike her, were early birds.

going in and out of compartments, asking people whether they've seen any of the four people she was looking for, to which no one knew where they were.

the only thing that wasn't making her lose her sanity was the music blaring through her walkman playing a tape which blaise had made her for her birthday, full of melodious tunes of the 80s.

walking further down the corridors, she sees astoria greengrass, a fellow slytherin and someone she was quite fond of.

"hiya tori," she says, bringing astoria in a small embrace, taking off an earphone.

"hi aly, how are you?" astoria asks, in her small, gentle voice.

"i'm doing okay tori. what about you?" asks alya. she was well aware of the blood malediction astoria was diagnosed with as one day she was visiting daphne at her manor, astoria was having one of her bad days.

"i'm doing okay i guess. as good as i'll ever be." astoria says, smiling up at alya. astoria adored alya, as much as she adored daphne. maybe even a little more than daphne, probably because alya let her be freer.

"tori, have you seen daph, dray or blaise anywhere?" asks alya.

"they're right at the end. near where the toilets are."

"what about harry and my brothers?"

"i saw harry and ron near the front. i don't know specifically where though."

"oh salazar, thank you so much, tori. i'll catch you later yeah?"

"okay. bye al!" astoria says, before turning around and skipping away from alya.

alya puts her earbud back in and hearing the sweet tenured melody of luther vandross in 'never too much' as she walks further down the corridor, waving hello as she passes people.

humming along to the rhythm of the song, she nears the end of the second verse, hearing her favourite line of the song:

'love is a gamble and i'm so glad that i am winning, we've come a long way and yet this is only the beginning'

she suddenly gets pulled into a compartment, her face meeting with a stranger's hard chest. almost out of instinct, she knees the person and starts cussing, her eyes still closed.

"oi, you fucker, if you think it's funny to randomly pull a girl into a compart-"

"alya babe, i think you killed draco's chances of reproduction completely." states a female voice.

she opens her eyes, only to see blaise sitting by the window with a book open, laughing at draco, who was holding his balls from the sudden impact and daphne with a huge grin on her face looking back and forth at alya and draco.

"daph, my main hoe! i missed you!" alya exclaims, jumping on daphne, the force almost toppling them over to the seats.

"i missed you too hoe! it's been too long since i've seen you!" exclaims daphne back, with the same excitement as alya.

"you literally saw each other 3 days ago idiots." draco musters out, now attempting to stand up from the floor.

"3 days is too long dray." says alya, "i'm sorry about that dray. i thought you were a serial killer."

alya and blaise give draco a hand and they lift him up from the floor.

"that's not cool sis," says draco.

"i'm sorry. can you forgive me?" alya says, now showing her puppy dog eyes.

"oh shit. he won't say no now. she's got them puppy eyes," says blaise, seated back at his window seat next to daphne.

"oh fuck. okay! you're forgiven. now give me a hug and let me sit down."

alya smiles widely and hugs draco, her arms wrapped around his waist and his around her shoulders.

"i missed you, weiner shnitzel,"

"i missed you too spitfire."

"i thought both of you saw each other 2 days ago," chimed in daphne, smirking at draco to get under his skin.

"oh shut it daph," draco said, rolling his eyes, still hugging alya.

"nope."

"bite me,"

"you know i don't swing that way, dray. you of all people should know that," daphne says smirking.

"she likes tits not dicks," says blaise and alya, so synchronised.

alya steps back from the hug from draco and walks towards blaise and jumps on him. she hadn't seen him for a long time given he went to italy with his mum and baby brother to visit his nonna, who by the way she adored.

"i missed you the most nugget," she mutters in his ears.

"i missed you even more biscuit," blaise teases.

"oh, for the love of merlin," alya says, withdrawing from the hug and sitting down next to draco, "just because i said cookie rather than biscuit doesn't mean you can bully me like that blaisey."

"you went to america for like 2 weeks and you came back saying 'zee' for z and cookie for a biscuit."

"well, i-. fuck you, blaise zabini."

"you love me really biscuit."

"i tolerate you. there's a stark difference." alya says, sitting down next to draco crossing her arms and taking her bag off her shoulders.

"i'll happily take that darling," blaise says, smiling goofily at alya and laying his head on daphne's shoulder dramatically, winking at alya, who quite happily flips him off.

"can you both please stop? the sexual tension is too much for my pretty head to handle right now." draco says, holding the bridge of his nose.

alya slaps draco on his head.

"ow! that hurt."

"good."

"can i hit you back?"

"no. i'll hit you harder."

"and i have complete faith that she does." blaise pipes in.

"no one asked for your opinion mate."

"freedom of speech draco."

"oh fuck off zabini," draco says flipping him off.

"what is it with you two and giving me middle fingers?" says blaise, putting a bookmark in his book, then setting it aside.

"then stop being annoying nugget," alya replies, propping her legs up.

blaise rolls his eyes and sits back in his seat, with a smile still present on his face.

"i need to tell you guys something," alya says

alya tells the three of them everything her parents told her the day before, not missing a single detail.

when he'd finished, draco and blaise looked thunderstruck, and daphne had her hands over her mouth.

she finally lowered them to say, "i say, stomp on every rat we see!"

"amen sister!"

"regardless of stomping on rats, as long as alya doesn't go looking for trouble, she'll be fine." replies blaise. it was obvious he was more worried compared to the other two. draco raises his brows upon blaise's address on his cousin.

"i don't go looking for trouble," says alya.

the three gives her a deadpanned look.

"okay, okay. but only with the twins i do."

"how thick would she have to be, to go looking for a nutter who wants to kill her?" said draco.

they were taking the news worse than alya had expected. the trio, mainly blaise, seemed to be much more frightened of pettigrew than she was.

"no one knows how he got out of azkaban," says draco uncomfortably. "no one's ever done it before. and he was a top-security prisoner, too."

"but they'll catch him, won't they?" asks daphne, looking to her friends for agreement.

"they probably will. but then again it's the ministry, so who knows," says draco, fully knowing what was going on as lucius had told him and his mother the news just days ago.

"even nymphie is on the case," adds alya.

"but isn't she still in training though?" asks draco. he and alya would sometimes go visit their aunt andromeda's to see their cousin.

"yeah, but auntie drom said they're hiring as many people they can to find pettigrew. papa was saying the same thing."

a small, yet awkward silence was present in the compartment.

"oh and there's another thing. i went to the attic to get last years hom book to review and there was this book lying in this fucking chest," says alya, getting the book out of her bag to show everyone, "i've tried opening it, but nothing's working."

"pass the book here al. let me take a look," says blaise. he gets the book from alya's hand careful. his thumb going over the spine and the ridges, carefully examining each part of the book.

"what's so special about it anyway?" asks daphne, leaning closer to blaise to also see it.

"i don't know daph. my inner alya senses were tingling," says alya, looking right at the book, "it sounds weird i know, but it was like it was calling out to me.."

"draco, take a look here." says blaise, interrupting alya, pointing at the back of the book, "is it me or have you seen it before?"

"yeah... i have.." draco mutters, his fingers sliding along the corner, "but it isn't clicking in my head right now. but i've definitely seen this emblem before."

"me too. i'll look into the school library." says blaise, handing the book back.

"it's fine blaisey. i'll figure it out. thanks though." says alya, taking the book back and tucking it safely back into her bag.

"we're all going hogsmeade aren't we?" asks daphne eagerly. it was something she and alya had been looking forward to since the first year, ever since the twins went in their third year.

"yep"

"yeah"

"no.." replies alya, simply just looking at her hair.

"why?!" daphne exclaims, her voice in an octave or two higher than her normal.

"mum was going to let me go, but papa and uncle reggie are paranoid with everything else going on."

"b-but we've been planning this since the first year!"

"daph, do you trust me?"

"yes, but what's that got to do with anything?"

"three words. the marauder's map." she simply replies, a smirk evident on her face, her dimple showing just so slightly.

"alya venus black, you smart little vixen," says blaise, a smirk also on his face.

"i'm sorry, my brain isn't as fast as yours. please explain," says daphne.

"well daph, my favourite hoe, the map has a lot of secret passageways, one particular one which leads to hogsmeade. i just need to steal the cloak and we're good to go."

"and this is why ladies and gents, my best friend is amazing," says daphne, gesturing to alya and bowing down at her. alya, in response, does a queen wave.

the quartet talks about their own respective summers, including daphne's fling with a girl she met in france, to which alya called a 'summer lovin' romance' upon hearing the avid details of their meetups. alya's, where the whole family went to spain for a week and a half, and then her and her brothers staying home with regulus when their parents went on another holiday. draco's which comprised of him staying at home and 'pureblood lessons' ,but visiting his aunts and uncles when his father wasn't around. and blaise's where he went to his annual visit to italy with his mum and his little brother, luca, to see his nonna elena and nonno stefan.

─── ✨🌫🔮 ───

meanwhile, in the corridor...

atlas leo black had to do something and no one had to find out. especially not his brother or his dad, both of who were on the train at this very moment.

it was hard enough to somehow hide away from fred, george and lee, let alone altair, but some things he thinks, are best kept for yourself.

he was currently manoeuvring his way through the compartments, he very narrowly missed alya, thank merlin she was talking to little tori greengrass.

"he said he would be somewhere around here.." he mutters under his breath, looking in and out of the compartments for him.

meri duniya, don't go to them...

he looks around, suddenly hearing a faint voice in his ears. no one was next to him. atlas needed a smoke pronto; smoking helped.

atlas sees cedric diggory in front of him, walking down the corridor.

"oi diggs!" he yells out, waving his right arm up in the air, which cedric sees.

"what's up atlas?" he asks standing in front of him.

"have you seen cass or ty anywhere? they should be around here," he asks.

"umm, i saw them hanging around next to ernie's compartment. they were in the compartment next to his. so, just check where you see the hufflepuffs." he replies.

"alright. thanks diggs. catch you later mate.", he says, before walking past cedric and making his way to find cass and ty.

cass and ty were the first friends he made for himself. both of them were hufflepuffs and they all met when they were paired up for charms class. if you were to ask altair and alya what they thought of them, they would only speak negatively of them, but atlas didn't care. they were his friends, that he found himself. sure, they weren't all best friends, but it was something he didn't share with altair.

he opens a compartment with the blinds down, to be met with the face of cass and ty, who were both carelessly smoking a joint.

"hey guys!" atlas exclaims, flailing his arms in the air. cass stands up in response and goes to hug him.

"what's up dude?" she asks, hugging him sideways, before sitting down.

"eh, not much. have to get back to my compartment in a bit. my brother thinks i've gone for a piss." he replies, sitting down, "do you mind opening the window? i don't want him to think i smoked so early."

"i mean, go ahead mate." ty replies, exhaling a puff of smoke, before putting it down, "but you shouldn't let your brother dictate your life like that you know."

"i agree, you're your own person and all. if you want to smoke, smoke. if you want to drink, drink. no one should stop you." cass replies, before taking another inhale.

"yeah, i know, i know. he says it's bad for my health and all, but i like it. alya says i should stop before i get an addiction. but like you guys said, my body, my decisions.". cass and ty smile at atlas in approval.

"speaking of your siblings, how was the summer?" ty enquires.

"same old, same old. it was my great grandfather's funeral, so we had some shit to do with that. other than that, we went to spain for a week which was nice. mum and dad went on a mini holiday to iceland for their anniversary, so we stayed home with uncle reg."

"your parents gave you attention?" asks cass.

"i guess so, yeah. i mean they treat us all the same, so we get everything usually."

"that's not what she was asking atlas," ty started, his eyes piercing through atlas', "she's asking if you got the same level of attention, in comparison to your siblings."

atlas shuffles around uncomfortably, he didn't like the questions that they asked sometimes. he reminded himself that they were his friends and they're only asking him this because they cared.

"yeah, yeah... i guess so." atlas replies. ty hums in what he could make out as disapproval. atlas didn't like that.

"how did they react to the septum piercing you got here?" asks cass. she was no better. cass went with everything ty said, but he chose to ignore it all.

"mum was pissed off, but it was more that i didn't tell her that i was going to get it, rather than me getting it. dad didn't notice i had one, so that's that."

"so what if it were alya getting a septum, how would your dad react?" pushes ty.

"you know, she is his favourite, being the youngest and the only girl. so he would probably yell at her. but for him it's like, he doesn't want things hurting her. that's why when she was a baby and got her ears pierced, he started crying 'cause he thought it hurt her, even if she wasn't crying at all." atlas explains to them.

"and what about altair?"

"what about al?" he asks, confused as to why his brother was being bought up.

"as in how do your parents act towards him?"

"i mean, he's the oldest, so out of all of us, he does have the responsibility, plus he was technically their first kid, so they have that attachment," he replies casually.

cass and ty yet again hum in disapproval.

"well mate, it's pretty clear that your parents favour them two far more than you." ty chimes in.

"shut up mate, you don't know what you're talking about," he says, shutting him down. but he isn't wrong, the voices in his head started saying.

ignore them, my child, they aren't good for you. he hears the same faint female voice again, yet again looking around him. cass was too busy getting high and ty was looking right at him, trying to get under his skin.

"you bought the weed right?" atlas asks, changing the topic.

ty opens his rucksack and throws a carrier bag to atlas, which he catches in his hands.

"thanks mate. how much?"

"20 galleons."

"you told me it was 5 galleons."

"well, i changed my fucking mind. now, pay me the money. you're rich so hand it over or give me the weed back." ty orders, his eyes darkening at atlas. he sighs and gets out 20 galleons from his jacket pocket, giving it to ty before hiding the bag of weed in his jacket.

"erm, i've got to go. al's going to get suspicious. see you later." atlas says, feeling as though he would rather be anywhere but here. ty and cass roll yet another joint, igniting it and raising it to their lips, inhaling; exhaling.

"see you later!" exclaims cass.

atlas opens the compartment door, before being stopped by ty's voice.

"atlas, y'know we only want what's best for you?"

atlas says nothing for a bit.

"yeah, i do... thanks, guys."

─── ✨🌫🔮 ─── 

meanwhile, in the prefect's compartment...

altair elio black thought it was a joke when he found out he was gryffindor's prefect this year. he either thought his brother and sister were pranking him or his darling minnie was on drugs and accidentally sent him the letter. it was to the point he actually wrote a letter back to minnie to see if it was actually true or not, to which he got a letter simply saying:

yes.

minerva mcgonagall

the only reason why he was looking forward to being one was because of the bathrooms. it was also something his siblings were hounding him to tell them so they too could use it.

he was making his way to the prefect's compartment, where he was told he was going to get assigned his duties and most importantly, get told the password for the bathroom.

he left a little late, and if it weren't for his brother, he knew he would've forgotten to attend in the first place.

opening the door, he realises he was the last one there, as everyone was already seated, looking at percy weasley and penelope clearwater, although the attention was now diverted to him.

"er- sorry i'm late. got lost." altair musters out. he was a terrible liar. everyone knew the compartment was at the front, after the teacher's compartment.

small bursts of laughter could be heard.

"it's fine altair. please sit down next to your fellow prefect." says percy irritated.

he sits down next to rebecca sinclair, keeping a nice gap between him and her. she was in her fifth year like him too, but she just creeped him out a tad bit. he only recently found out that he and atlas had a fan club and was told who was in it by lee jordan. she was one of them. people who he looked at normally before he couldn't look at the same for some reason.

what he found more concerning was the fact that even alya had a fan club, but she didn't need to know that. better keep her ego down.

it's a bit hot in here. he thinks in his head, fidgeting with the aviator jacket he had on, almost fanning it to himself to cool him down.

he looked at percy and penelope pretending to listen when in actual fact he was daydreaming, about the feast, his new alchemy extracurriculars and most importantly, his bed. oh how much he missed his bed at hogwarts. he had the best bed, away from the windows and bathroom. the dorms were always fun. with himself, fred, george lee and atlas, it was a party every day. the only thing, however, was that he was back to hearing his brother's incessant snoring again. his thoughts elsewhere when suddenly percy came in his direction and gave him a piece of paper to which he looked for a while.

ah! the rota sheet for patrolling, he thinks in his head.
 

mondays with marcus turner (hufflepuff)

okay, that's not bad. he's pretty chill and he helps with history of magic

thursdays with jane foster (ravenclaw)

oh no. another fan club girl. but she's nice for the most part.

saturdays with amelia avery (slytherin)

oh fuck. sweet fuckity fuck.

altair looks up from his rota and involuntarily looks at amelia. her dark brown digging deep into his cinnamon brown. it wasn't that she wasn't nice or anything, no she was annoying. she was the only reason why altair's academic record could be at risk. he knew it wasn't his place to judge her, but he couldn't help it. amelia avery was the slytherin mean girl. she never spoke to anyone -unless they were a pureblood she 'could tolerate'- and she looked down on anyone who didn't fit her calibre. yet, the relationship she had with alya was weird, and if altair was being honest, he was highkey jealous. she had been in his potions class since their first year, and she was one person who atlas despised and frequently had spats with.

he breaks contact with her and looks back down at the rota, trying to avoid any awkwardness as possible. it wasn't just that. he just had to have the patrol on saturday, when his siblings all meet up at the astronomy tower. he was thinking about how to get around it.

he remembers that he didn't get the bathroom password earlier on. for some reason, he's hearing his two younger siblings voices in his head saying prefects bathroom repeatedly.

"um, what was the prefect's bathroom password?" he asks rebecca.

"it was cinnamon apple," she replies, her gaze firmly on altair, "you planning on going there today?" her fingers going up altair's arm, making him extremely uncomfortable.

"err- no. i think i hear my little sister calling me. bye!" altair exclaims, making up a random excuse, just to get out.

he runs out of the carriage, barging two prefects out of the way and runs to the carriage where his friends were.

unbeknownst to him, a certain brown-eyed girl still had her gaze on altair elio black.

 ─── ✨🌫🔮 ───

meanwhile, back in the slytherin compartments...

"dray, i think you mean chrysanthemums. chlamydia is an std, not a flower," exclaims alya, holding onto draco's shoulder for dear life as she laughs heavily listening to draco's story.

"what's an std?"

blaise, alya and daphne laugh even more, if that was even humanly possible.

"well, dray, when a man and a woman, or a woman and another woman or a man and a man do a special baby-making hug and one person has a disease its gets passed onto the other person," alya says, trying not to laugh in hysterics again.

"anyways as i was saying, he sent me a bouquet of these chrymum flowers by owl! and mother saw them. she kept asking who they were from, and i had to say it was blaise."

"why didn't you just tell him the truth?" asks daphne, who was on the floor.

draco says nothing. daphne gets up from shock. alya spits out her water on draco.

blaise gasps. "draco likes him! draco likes itty-" shouts blaise.

alya and daphne dance around draco waving their empty food wrappers around him, who sits cross-legged on the floor.

"i do not like him. i loathe him with every fibre of my being. he is such an arrogant little...urchin."

"my baby dray luuuvvssss him." exclaims daphne.

"i think he'll like dray more after seeing dray's new do," says alya smirking avidly at draco.

"and i will never forgive you for that. ever. i feel naked without it." sighs draco.

"thank me later dray. plus, i'm pretty sure he'll appreciate that," says alya.

"eurgh! you filthy animal!"

"you seductive ferret. meow!" exclaims alya.

"biscuit, it's actually squeak squeak!" exclaims blaise.

alya, blaise and daphne spend the next minute squeaking in draco's ears.

"who's coming with me to get cauldron cakes?" draco shouts, getting up from his position on the floor, his left eye twitching.

"not me. i need a nap." says daphne. she gets up from the floor and lays down on the seats, using draco's jacket as a blanket and blaise's scarf as a pillow.

"i'll come. i want to get some droobles. i'll pay this time." says alya, getting up.

"i'm going to finish this book i was reading. biscuit, mind if i use your walkman?"

"i don't mind. it should be on the way you make me feel. it's the tape you made me nugget,"

"thanks, biscuit. get me some pumpkin pasties please,"

"and some liquorice wands for me please," mutters daphne, from her 'bed'.

"sure, we'll be back in a bit."

the two cousins walked down the corridor, talking and laughing between themselves. the two could've been mistaken as siblings, not by their appearance but by the way they would interact with one another. he, much like the rest of the family, was overprotective of her; something she didn't appreciate.

as they approached the trolley lady, who was at the front of the train, the two greeted her and raided the cart, taking their weight in food with them. after paying for the food, they make their way back to their compartment.

"oh shit, dray. i need to pop into somewhere" says alya, using her somewhat free hand to drag draco with her.

"wait! where are we going?" asks draco, still being pulled by alya, who was frantically looking into compartments.

she stops abruptly outside one and looks draco in the eye.

"i just want to let you know my last words. i love you ferret. tell daph and blaise to visit my grave every thursday and the weekends and that i love them. tell my parents to give me the coolest funeral and my brothers that i'll haunt them in the afterlife. oh, and me, aunt cissy and the twins stole the gel and burned it all." alya rushed out, avoiding eye contact with draco.

"you stole my gel?! you fuc-"

but before draco could continue any more of what he was going to say, alya pulled him into the compartment, where he realised he was sadly in the presence of his walking talking, arrogant leech: harry james potter.

he looks over to his cousin where she smiles sheepishly at him and goes to sit down next to hermione.

"draco, my darling daffodil, how are you this fine morning?" harry says, looking somewhat creepily at draco, bringing his hand up to his chin, cupping his chin. he shuffles awkwardly at his place.

"good potter. and yours?"

"i made my aunt's sister in law inflate. got in trouble with mum. missed you lots, my daffodil," harry states, "why didn't you reply to any of my letters?"

draco looks dumbfounded.

"what letters? i got no letters?"

"cough bullshit cough cough" alya coughs out. draco sends the biggest death glare to his cousin.

"oh, that weird. hedwig didn't send any letters back either." harry ponders looking momentarily out of the window before diverting his attention back to draco, much to draco's pleasure.

"oh well... your ruddy owl must have dropped them or something. it happens you know?"

"you're right, yeah," harry says, before turning to alya "lia, what did aunt leela and uncle sirius say about hogsmeade, by the way?"

"not allowed innit," she says, boredly looking at her nails, "but if we use the map and the cloak, i think we'll be allowed. wait, are you going?"

"mum straight up said no. dad was the same, but he didn't say no or yes," he replies.

"well, if uncle jamie says that, we both know that means don't get caught," alya says. james was the cool uncle, and boy did he know it.

"well, in that case," harry starts, turning his body back to the door, to where draco was leaning awkwardly, "draco, the green apple of my eye, will you go to hogsmeade with me?"

"never potter."

"well, then let never mean our always," says harry, clearly not hearing draco properly.

"harry, mate, he said no," whispers ron in his ears.

"nonsense ron. what do you say, dray?"

"firstly, don't call me that. secondly, no means no potter."

"come on, malfoy. go out with me?"

"no."

"me, you, a picnic in hogsmeade?'

"non."

"oh french. moi and you, in ze 'ogsmeade?"

"it's always going to be a no potter." draco replies, getting more and more irritated by the second. he looks helplessly at alya, who, as well as hermione, were laughing at the exchange.

"i'll buy you apples if you go out with me, just once?"

"okay fine."

"okay, then what about the- wait. what did you say?!" harry exclaims, jumping out of his seat in shock. everyone in the compartment was shocked, with the exception of alya. she knew what was coming.

"i said yes. not now, but mark february 30th on your calendar." he replies, smoothly, smirking at his cousin, to which she laughed silently. it seemed as though no one had caught on, not even hermione; her mouth was open in shock, ron's eyes looked as though they were going to pop out of his sockets and harry? oh, harry, he was just too enthusiastic to even realise.

"now, if you'll excuse me, alya and i have got to see some people," draco says, walking over to alya and hoisting her up from her seat.

"we'll see you all at hogwarts guys. bye!" alya exclaims, before leaving the apartment with draco. closing the door behind them and walking a fair distance from their compartment, the two burst into laughter.

"draco, you have got to teach me where you get these comebacks from!"

"get yourself a leech and it'll come naturally to you.".

"don't be so hard on him, dray. he fancies you a lot," states alya, seemingly pitying harry. he had talked about draco for the entirety of the summer. the lad was whipped.

"he's a bit too obsessed for my liking. plus, i loathe him with every fibre of my being."

"that's what they all say," alya says, taking a dribble out of the wrapping and popping it in her mouth, "i'll bet you a thousand galleons, in the future, you and haz will be together and allie and amelia will too."

"me and potter? never. what makes you think of avery and altair?" draco asks, hastily popping a cauldron cake in his mouth.

"it's my alya senses tingling. plus allie won't shut up about how annoying and prejudiced she is."

"well, i don't believe you."

"so you think it's impossible right?" she asks.

"as a matter of fact, yes it is," draco answers, facing his cousin as he walked.

alya stops in her place and shows her hand, "i'll bet you 1000 galleons each, that you and haz as well as allie and amelia get together in the next 5 years."

"you're bluffing."

"nope. i'm not. shake on it?". she smirks at him, her alya senses were never wrong, and it wouldn't fail her now.

"you know what? sure, 1000 galleons per couple." draco shakes her hand in response.

"i'll be 2000 galleons richer in the future." alya comments, withdrawing her hand from draco's, blowing a bubble.

"more like 2000 galleons poorer. not that it matters, since you're loaded."

"draco that doesn't mat-"

a cold gust of air sweeps over the two. it wasn't the sudden kind of breeze you'd get if you open the window or something. it was the kind where it felt like there were icicles slowly, painfully perforating your spine. yet precipitously, the warm hue emitting from the lights dissipated. the rain thundered down against the windows, the train rattled and slowly started to slow down. slower and slower, the train itself started to quieten down. all alya and draco could hear, was the thundering and hammering of the rain. the train came to a stop with a jerk, and distant thuds and bangs told them that luggage had fallen out of the racks. then, without warning, all the lamps went out and they were plunged into total darkness.

alya could feel someone tugging her sleeve, she turn to see draco, a look of alarm plastered on his face.

"let's get inside a random apartment. we can't be here yet." he urges alya, yanking her by the sleeve, making her drop some food in her pocket.

"my food!"

"i'll give you more later. in the meantime, let's go to some compartment, until this evens out."

alya pouts as she follows draco. she really wanted those cauldron cakes. she didn't even eat one what was worse was she dropped her droobles too and the one in her mouth at the moment only had a little bit of the flavour left.

"dray, look," she says, pointing to the window. the ghostly mist slowly lurking up the entirety of the windows.

"just get in here,". he enters the first compartment he could see, aggressively pulling alya with him. she enters the compartment, yet manages to elegantly fall over someone's pair of legs in the process, landing on the floor with a great big thump.

"hey! it's baby black!" exclaims a voice, very familiar to alya, she just couldn't put her finger to it.

"avie?" she lifts her head up to see the concerned face of altair, looking somewhat face level to her.

"hey, allie. it's me, hello.". she smiles sheepishly at the outline of his figure.

"let's get you up from the floor yeah? before your dust allergies start playing up." he lifts her up and sits her down on the seat.

"wait, where's attie?" she says, looking around in what was total darkness, she could vaguely make out 4 or 5 figures around her, but she wasn't so sure.

"boo." she jolts and lets out a shriek, while simultaneously punching whatever was on her right, hearing a small murmured boo resonate in her right ear.

"ow, that hurt. you gave my fucking lungs a spasm."

"in all fairness, you scared her mate." stated the voice of what seemed to be fred.

"what do the muggles say? eye for eye, tooth for tooth?" continues george.

"no, but i think you actually gave my diaphragm a concussion." atlas runs his chest up and down, attempting to dim the pain away.

"and i'm pretty sure, you've made me rupture a blood vessel with the scare right now. i can't catch my breath!"

"and i think the two of you should shut up because something is out there!" exclaims draco, everyone could only see outlines of one another. he was sitting by the window seat next to alya. wiping the misty precipitation off the window and peering o it

altair leans over to the window, where he was currently sitting opposite to draco. "he's right. something is moving out there. and if i'm right, someone's coming aboard the train.."

"i'll go ask the train driver what's going on," came the voice of alya, who stands up and makes her way to the door. atlas felt alya go past him and heard the door open once again. a thud from the door reverberated throughout the compartment, along with two grunts of pain.

"baby black! watch out for my legs!" exclaims george.

"my arm! i need my good arm to beat you at quidditch." says the voice of fred.

"it's not my fucking fault the train keeps on jolting like this!"

"everyone just shut up!" the voice of altair emerges. no one dared to speak a word. he takes his wand out of his jacket pocket, tightly clutching it in his hand, walking towards the compartment door, in an attempt to lock it quickly.

but it was a self aware fact that the black's weren't on good terms with luck. just as altair was going to lock the doors, they slowly slid open.

standing in the doorway, was a cloaked figure, it's face concealed from everyone. the figure seemed to be be floating and was towering over everyone. it's skeletal fingers protruded through the obsidian cloak, which looked like it was decomposing. atlas could've sworn he had heard draco gagging looking at the hand.

fred and george crept back to the seats, their backs firmly against the windows, as was draco. altair and atlas however, stood protectively over their younger sister, who started to shake vigorously, her gaze fixated on the hood of the figure.

atlas could hear that voice again, that same feminine voice calling out for him again. say expecto patronum , thinking of your most happy memory.

he brushed it off, he thought it was probably because he hadn't smoked for a while.

altair felt drained. he felt as though every happy thought he had was slowly draining out of his body. he knew what this was: a dementor, but he couldn't think of any happy memory to ward it away.

the dementor drew in a long and slow breath in, almost as if it was trying to suck out all of what was in the surroundings.

if the compartment wasn't already cold, it got even colder. altair could feel his own breath catch in his chest, almost as if he was struggling to breath. it was as of the cold penetrated deep into the very smallest cells of his skin.

he hears a big thump behind him and turns his head around and sees atlas, cold on the floor. draco and the twins crowd around him, attempting to wake him up, but he was out.

"f-freddie. try the water..." altair musters out, looking back momentarily, his stance still facing the dementor, despite the overwhelming chills and shivers his body was having.

alya goes to get the water bottle which which lying carelessly in the seat, but it seemed as though the dementor didn't want to give up so easily. it moved forward, hovering over her. she could hear altair saying something but she couldn't hear it. she could feel her eyes rolling back to her head, it felt as though she was drowning in a pool of cold, piercing knives. she was falling , falling too deep. she could see a bright green light clashing with a purple, amethyst one. cries of despair, terror and pleading...and strangely the sound of children crying too.

she tried moving her limbs, to help whomever was screaming and yelling in such a manner, but she physically couldn't, her eyes were tightly bolted. her limbs felt rusted, yet she could sense a light enveloping her; it felt warm and welcoming.

the last thing she could hear was someone calling out to her:

mera sitaara, i've waited a long time to finally meet you...

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