3 Gringotts! Part-1
{St. Mary's Orphanage, London}
{23rd June 1991}
"Rigel, you are here. What are you doing there, come on in!" The old matron spoke, her voice was surprisingly soft as she gave Rigel a small smile.
Minerva was stunned as she turned around to look at Rigel, the name and the face were like a blast from the past. A small pang went through her chest as she looked at the familiar visage. The night she got the news about Sirius's betrayal still haunts her, and looking at the same jawline, the eyes, and the hair was a bit disorienting.
Suppressing her emotions she looked as Rigel walked into the room and closed the door behind him. Rigel sneaked a couple of glances at Minerva to see her gaze already locked on him, and now that the sexual thoughts were at the back of his mind, Rigel was aware of another change.
Minerva was practically glowing to his senses, not visually, but her presence was accompanied by a strong light that he couldn't really describe. He had felt it before when he woke up, the strong current of energy flowing in his body. But it was nothing compared to the bright star that was Prof. McGonagall.
"Good Morning...?" Rigel asked searchingly.
'He's quick on the uptake...' Minerva thought as she stood up and took a couple of steps toward Rigel.
"You can call me Prof. McGonagall, I'm a teacher at a college called Hogwarts. We are a very exclusive institute that caters to some gifted individuals in our society." Minerva spoke, and she proceeded to give him all the information fluently.
"I see..." Rigel muttered, he glanced at the Matron but she seemed totally out of it staring into vacant space.
"You don't have to worry, I have already taken your Matron's permission. We would be going on a field trip where I could tell you more about Hogwarts." Minerva smiled... or at least she tried to, it came out a bit forced.
Rigel was honestly a little creeped out when he saw the Matron's expression, but he knew that McGonagall was from the good side so he nodded as a satisfied expression lingered on Minerva's face.
"Good, we should hurry. I'm assuming it won't be a problem?" Minerva questioned as she turned to the matron, her wand discreetly flicked into her right hand as she waved it in a circle slowly.
"O-of Course, It's not a problem," the matron hastily replied, she turned to look at Rigel and her vacant stare softened a little.
"You take care out there young man, I always told you that good opportunities would come to those who are prepared. Now go, you can take your things later if you want."
With permission 'acquired', Minerva walked toward the door and Rigel followed her.
'He's quiet and observant...another Ravenclaw?' Minerva thought, from the way the matron talked about him, she knew that he was quite studious and hardworking. She was feeling an uncomfortable emotion as she thought about Rigel in a different house. She didn't know why she was feeling like this, Sirius had been a pain in her arse all through his 7 years in Hogwarts. And even today she hadn't recovered from losing 3 of her favorite Lions.
Now not only Harry would be coming back, but Rigel would too. And was he even Sirius's son? The age would make sense but would Sirius abandon his child after his crappy childhood?
'But who even was he, a spy and a death eater...' Minerva's mask collapsed as she bristled silently, the deception and the betrayal still hurt but she quickly collected her feelings as they arrived at the Orphanage gates.
"Follow me, Mr. Black," Minerva ordered. Her tone came out a bit harsh but Rigel paid it no mind, his attention though did shift to her name that flashed to orange for a brief moment.
The two of them walked into a nearby alley, Rigel gave Minerva a questioning look to which she responded with, "Please grab my hand tightly Mr. Black, and don't let go under any circumstance."
Rigel nodded as he grabbed her extended hand and waited to be whisked away to Diagon Alley. Minerva on the other hand gave his happy-go-luck attitude with a puzzled expression as she frowned.
'Trusting and Hardworking... a Black in Hufflepuff?'
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{Diagon Alley, London}
{23rd June 1991}
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"...Cough~" Rigel coughed as he gathered himself, his stomach was doing splits as he grabbed onto the nearby wall in order to gather himself. The sensations of side along apparition were too sudden.
Maybe if he hadn't been so engrossed in feeling the soft skin of Prof. McGonagall's hand he would have been more prepared. He felt like was stretched in all directions and then flung across the sky like a boomerang.
"Cough Cough~" He coughed a couple more times before his stomach calmed down, thankfully, he hadn't vomited so he could maintain whatever dignity he was left with.
"Where are we?" His voice came out a little weak as he turned to look at Prof. McGonagall with watery eyes.
"We are before the entrance to Diagon Alley, the entrance to the magical shopping district of Britain," Minerva spoke as she patiently waited for Rigel to gather himself. Normally when she introduces someone to the magical world, they were most likely muggleborns.
Since most Half-bloods had one magical parent who most likely still keeps in touch with the wizarding world, no half-bloods ever needed to go through an orientation. Since most muggle-born have parents accompanying them, she doesn't use side-along apparitions to introduce them to magic.
Trying to explain to Rigel what magic was in the middle of the street wasn't a good idea, so she thought about the second-best way. Looking into his eyes, he was calmly processing the information she had told him... or maybe he was too dumb to catch it?
'Who the fuck does that, I knew what apportion was and I was ready for it. But what about some other poor Muggle-born? This is a weird way to introduce someone to the magical world.' Rigel thought. He couldn't tell what was wrong but he could sense a little bit of hostility from Prof. McGonagall.
Her green name was alternating between green and orange which was an obvious sign of her internal struggle. Now a bit on guard at an alien Prof. McGonagall he turned around to look at the place they had apparated to. They were in a small alley with brick walls on both sides, there was a door behind Prof. McGonagall and a solid wall on the other side.
"Did you say Magic?" Rigel asked. He still needed to pay the part of a clueless muggle-born for now.
"Of course, Hogwarts is one of the oldest schools in Britain that focuses on teaching young wizards and witches the magical arts. I personally teach the art of transfiguration, which is the magical branch of transforming the very nature of everything. Like this-" Minerva spoke before she flicked her wand at the dirt.
The dirt gathered together and in half a second transformed into several butterflies that floated around the two of them. For a moment Rigel let go of his reservations as he looked around, light danced across his new sense as he could sense the magic flowing through Minerva's wand before it danced along the butterflies now floating around him.
He gave into his senses and closed his eyes, he could feel the colors wobble all around him, the walls were stained with a dull blue color while the butterflies were dancing shades of green.
'What's going on...'
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AN - For those of you guys who came for the smut, can you please wait for a little while longer before you remove this story from the collection, I promise it's coming!
