Volume 1

Having dealt with the "friends" and relieved the excess tension, even if not at all as I myself would like, but having relieved it, I set about actively restoring my skills. The inability to properly control my own strength infuriated me worse than other Gryffindors. Yes, and a certain fear of the director motivated me so well.

You know, my own skin is too precious to me for laziness to somehow affect my mood. And there was no such laziness. Tom crushed this feeling in himself in his early childhood, and it was quite easy for me to repeat this feat. Draco, after all, was also quite an active nature, unable to do nothing for more than twenty minutes a day.

Actually, it was because of this that I devoted the rest of the summer to self-development. Well, also because of the awakened gift. Metamorphism beckoned me with its possibilities, and my mother, seeing my constant transformations, almost glowed from within. Apparently, the woman really liked that I inherited something from her and her kind. Well, I didn't mind pleasing her.

Still, I inherited a lot of feelings from Draco's past. And the boy loved his mother no matter what. And even though she sometimes infuriated him with her obsession, but the orphan in me was only glad of such attention. And my inner magician was just rejoicing. Still, I really got something unique, the ability to control and change my body the way I wish. Not limited to potions and artifacts. Opportunities inaccessible to the absolute majority of magicians promised to be an excellent trump card in life.

In general, yes, my life was filled with training and a certain calmness. It was a really great time, but I still couldn't call it the best. Draco's memories contained much more wonderful times. And my problem with arousal has not gone away. I still couldn't keep my snake in a calm state. And my gaze kept slipping to the bottom ninety Narcissists. She was still a really beautiful woman, and she did not wear robes at home, preferring even strict, but dresses.

It was only natural that, always excited, I kept staring at my own mother. And the fact that she finally noticed my attention was quite natural. Women have always been sensitive to such things, and I couldn't really hide myself. It's hard to hide your interest when a boa constrictor in his underpants is trying to break his shackles, and I myself am already openly thinking of borrowing my own mother. Especially this desire was exacerbated by the constant being alone with this special ... the situation became really exciting and embarrassing.

Lucius was always disappearing somewhere outside the estate, and my mother was always trying to be with me. Apparently, the recent stress has greatly agitated her. Even without mental magic, I understood that the woman was just afraid of losing sight of me. Too much fear still wouldn't let go of her. And this only added piquancy and emotion to the whole situation.

Well, what about it? I-Tom and Narcissa know everything-nothing. She quite attracts me to herself, and, in the full sense of the word, is not perceived as a relative. Age, of course, somewhat repels me, but that's what a few. With constant pressure in my pants, I wouldn't agree to this.

Why, the only thing that still holds me back from mentally influencing my own mother is Lucius. My father will definitely notice some strangeness in our relationship, and I could not tolerate his relationship with her ... still, I am a possessive… And you should not forget about magic contracts. I wouldn't be surprised if my parents' relationship revolves around just that contract. Yet Narcissa's excessive submissiveness seems to hint at this. And it's not too rare a practice in pureblood families.

Vaughn, my father is also going to conclude some kind of contract between me and Pansy. At the same time, the girl herself knows about it and even agrees to such a thing. But my father didn't even hint at this to me. Most likely, he still considers me not too distant a child, but there are other, not so simple and pleasant, options.

Yes, this whole situation definitely requires further reflection. I would not like to make my mother a squib, or even kill her altogether, because of a banal desire to attach my penis at least somewhere. I am ready to spend this father quite consciously. I don't know why I have such... dislike for my own parent, in theory, he deserved the maximum of strong resentment, but no. Some part of me almost burns with hatred towards him ... the subconscious, most likely, manifests itself… Well, or Tom's pride and ambition make themselves felt.

Remember about shit, that's it… It seems that's what they say in such situations.

Lucius, his Majesty, Malfoy stumbled into my room with something wildly pleased and delighted. I don't know what cheered him up so much, but his behavior somehow makes me uneasy. I have a feeling that this peacock has come to "please" me.

- Draco. - My father turned to me, forcing me to break out of my own thoughts and cancel the transformation. Well, he really came to my soul. But yes, Hoag has only three days left... - I want to please you. - Lucius really scared me, the last thing I want is to discover the gift of the prophet in myself. - Very soon you will grow old engagement with the eldest daughter of Greengrass - Causing a sharp pain in the temples, said Lucius… And then a bright flash in consciousness, bringing with it the awareness of his words.

- Daphne? - Nevertheless I squeezed out, taking control of my own emotions and pushing the thirst for blood to the back of my mind. I didn't want to give in to every second impulse, but I was completely confident in my own confidence to kill my father. His ability to decide something for me froze my whole being, raising insane anger from somewhere in the depths of consciousness. It was just disgusting to feel dependent on a magician who was not even able to stand up to me in direct confrontation.

- Yes, you should have known her from Hogwarts. As far as I managed to find out, you didn't communicate too closely, but it's not too late to fix it. The man smiled, showing some awareness of his offspring's life at school. But this news didn't worry me too much, I already suspected that Lucius was watching his son's every move at school... we will have to act even more carefully in the coming school year. But all this later, now I needed to understand what kind of ass my own father was driving me into.

Fortunately, Draco's memory was still true to me. I perfectly remembered the blonde girl, who was distinguished by a particularly cold disposition and, as I saw now, considerable experience in mental magic... hmm, and her family was more than worthy. Even if the girl's father was only the nominal head of the family, putting all the power in the hands of his wife, which seemed frankly strange to me. But their main specialization aroused serious interest in me. The only hereditary necromancers in the country, with the exception of the Blacks, are strong.

Perhaps if they had supported my Alter Ego, Voldemort, then he could have come to power much easier and without much terror. Their family had a lot of influence, although they pretended to be ordinary suppliers of ingredients, but, apparently, something did not suit them that Tom.

Yes... still, Lucius had a reason to be happy. It would be nice to be related to such a family. And the girl herself promised to grow up to be a beauty… I really understand the joy of my father, but my anger from this did not decrease much…

- Don't let me down, son. This marriage promises to be very expensive for me. Why, if it wasn't for the awakening of another gift from you, the most you could count on was a younger daughter. Don't miss your chance," my father said, leaving my room. Apparently, he noticed my thoughtfulness, and he left me time for realizations.

Although, I feel that very soon I will have a detailed instruction on how to treat my future wife… Pfft! As if I wouldn't figure it out myself. It's better to let him tell me how to calm the raging Pansy, that he can even go crazy after learning about my engagement…

Yeah, but I may not be able to get away from such an honor. Magic contracts are very difficult to break, especially if you don't kill one of the contractors… And I won't dare touch the Greengrasses. Not in the next five years. I know almost nothing about necromancy, and fighting with magicians whose capabilities are unknown from the word absolutely is pure suicide…