Prologue

¶Dragon Tongue¶

√Parseltongue√

°Wolf Language°

Thoughts

"Spoken words"

{Flashback scenes}

×Animagus communication×

I apologize in advance for eventual grammar and speech mistakes, as English is not my first language.

Author out!

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{1979, the graveyard of Little Hangleton

The werewolf lurked in the shadows, out of sight, out of mind. The man, no, the monster he targeted didn't know what was awaiting him. The lycan's mind was cold, his fangs were bared, he was ready to kill.

The signal.

He and the other aurors lunged forward in different directions, but no one paid attention to the human giving in to his inner wolf's desire to kill. The sound of the duels around him faded away as he focused on his target, the one he needed to end, as he buried his fangs in the man's neck. The feeling of muscles ripping by his jaws, the bitter, disgusting taste of the Dark Lord's blood and finally, the sickening crack of the spine.

Snap.

The world began to spin again.

Voldemort was dead, his followers let out cries of disbelief, shock, and pain as the Dark Mark vanished.

"YOU DID IT, MOONY" Sirius Black roared as he dropped to his knees and hugged his friend. Remus Lupin changed back to his human form, bitter, black blood dripping from his mouth, and smiled.

It was over.}

{1984, Malfoy Manor

Narcissa Malfoy kissed her son's forehead and secured the portkey bracelet on his wrist, trying to hold back her sobs. She knew Lucius was beyond angry, she knew he had a chance to 'say goodbye' unsupervised to his wife and son before being sent to Azkaban.

She knew she was going to die.

"Draco. Take this folder and when I tell you to go, you activate the portkey, it will take you to Sirius. On my cue, you touch the bracelet and say 'keep me safe'. I love you, my little dragon. Be safe, be strong, you'll be alright."

"Yes, mo- mummy. I love you too."

Draco's grey eyes filled with tears as he embraced his mother for the last time. Narcissa stood up straight and turned away from her son. She lowered the privacy ward on the room and shielded her boy with her own body, ready to face death in shape of her husband.

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Narcissa cried out. "Draco! Now!" The last thing she saw was a golden flash of light indicating that her son, her precious dragon, got away.

She succumbed to the darkness that overcame her as Lucius tightened his grip on her throat.

Narcissa Malfoy died with a smile.

Her son was safe with his cousin.}

{1987, St. Mungo's

The healer shook her head and looked down on her desk. "I am sorry. Your son has been infected with lycantrophy. As you know, there hasn't been a cure invented yet."

Lily Potter's voice was quiet as she asked "Can I take him home already?"

In a sympathetic tone, the other woman replied "Of course. I will give you a file of information sheets on how to treat him by now."

Without another word, Lily shoved the file into her pocked, took her son's hand and left St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies. Once home, she disposed of the info file with a quick "Incendio" and went over to the Floo.

"Moony? We have a little problem here. Greyback's attacked Harry and he needs your help."

"Give me a minute. I'll be right there."}

{1989, Hogwarts

"Weasley, Frederick" Minerva McGonagall called and an eleven-year-old redhead sat down on the stool.

"SLYTHERIN!" The Sorting Hat yelled through the Great Hall.

At the teacher's table, Sirius Black's eyes widened. How could that be? A Slytherin in a family of notorious Gryffindors?

He mentally slapped himself, thinking 'Padfoot, you had it literally the same but the other way round. There's always the exception to the rule.'

"Weasley, George"

The remaining redhead swallowed the lump in his throat and walked forward.

"SLYTHERIN!" This time, the Hall rioted.

The two ginger boys sat down at their house's table and stared down in silence.

-(next morning, at breakfast)-

A red envelope was opened among the Slytherin first years, letting Molly Weasley's voice boom through the Hall.

"Fred and George! How could this happen? Of all the houses, why Slytherin? YOU ARE DISOWNED!!!! YOU ARE NO LONGER WEASLEYS! And Charlie, Percy, DON'T YOU DARE APPROACH THE BLOODTRAITORS!!" The howler screeched before dissolving in smoke.

The twins started crying and the other two gingers at the Gryffindor table looked at each other in shock.

-(six weeks of daily howlers later, on a Saturday)-

Sirius couldn't watch it any longer. He was the Head of Gryffindor House, he shouldn't care about Slytherin students like he did for Fred and George. On one hand, they were disowned outcasts, like him. On the other hand, they had nowhere to go, unlike him. He had found a brother in James and a caring, loving family in the Potters. Now the twins could, if they wanted to, find a family in the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black.

When the other students were long gone, he approached the redheads and spoke. "Please follow me in my study."

In the DADA study, Fred spoke through suppressed tears. "Professor, you're the Head of Gryffindor. You shouldn't care about us Slytherins..."

Sirius smiled. "I know. But you are in the same situation as I was a few years ago, just the other way round. I was a Gryffindor among generations of Slytherins and ended up disowned at age 16. James Potter, your Transfiguration professor, knew and asked his parents to take me in.

I know how you feel and I would like to offer you the same thing as the Potters did. Would you two like to become a part of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black?"

"Are you serious, Professor?" George blurted out.

"I do know my name, thank you. And I would not have asked you if I wasn't certain about what this offer means."

"Then, yes. We would like to join the Black Family." The twins said in unison.

Sirius smiled again. "Then that's settled. I'm going to take you to Gringotts on the first day of Christmas holiday on one condition. Tell me how the holy hell you get your pranks to be so successful."

George handed him an all too familiar piece of parchment.

-(a few minutes later)-

"Hail Lord Padfoot!" Fred and George grinned mischievously and mock bowed to Sirius, who bursted out laughing. 'Oh hell, what did I get myself into again???'}

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This was SO much fun to write (well not exactly Narcissa's death, I had to wipe a few tears there, but the rest was a blast)!

These lapses will clear out eventual incoherences/misunderstandings before you start reading the actual story, so please don't comment on my "non-canon" plot.

I already have a few chapters in stock that I'll update whenever I have time but I'll try and put up at least one chapter per week.

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