Entitled snobbish brats and their no better parents

"Hello, my name is Draco, Draco Malfoy."

'For fuck sake' Alaric mentally facepalmed

"H-Hello Draco, my name is Alaric, Alaric Reinhardt," replied Alaric with a forced smile

Whether he could even tell much less care, Draco ignored the strained smile on Alaric's face and got straight to talking.

"Father told me about the ability of the Reinhardts to control the elements, is it true?" excitedly asked Draco

"Uh, y-yeah," replied Alaric a little caught off guard by the kid's enthusiasm

'i guess he is mostly free from his father's indoctrination.' thought Alaric, mostly because Draco was trying his best to stand all tall and mighty and is trying his best to give off the same arrogant air that his father does

'For now at least.' is all Alaric could think before Voldemort's blonde bitch walked over seeing that his son was speaking to the heir of one of the most powerful families.

"Well Hello young man, I'm guessing you must be Alaric?" bowed Lucius "Voldemort is my daddy" Malfoy

"It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance Lord Malfoy," Alaric replied with a perfectly practiced bow

"Hm, yes it is a pleasure." replied Lucius with his trademark "I'm holy than thou" look

"I couldn't help but overhear my son ask if the tale of Reinhardts being able to command the elements was true or not, I've only ever seen your father and uncle use elemental magic before but even then it didn't seem all that amazing when compared to a regular spell."

"Perhaps it is just a legend your ancestors started to gain more prestige when they arrived here, Was denkst du?" asked the blonde waste of space with a haughty tone.

'Is he really trying to throw shots at our family by bringing up our german heritage?' thought Alaric

"Well Lord Malfoy, if you would like, I could demonstrate that very ability right here, right now, Si cela vous convient?" replied Alaric, making sure to put emphasis on the last words spoken in french as to remind the "former" death eater of his own heritage as well.

Hearing that the last part was spoken in french, undoubtedly done to provoke him, Lucius could only bite his tongue and motion for the boy to show them the oh-so-great ability of the Reinhardts.

*sizzle*

*crackle*

"WOAH, father look he created lightning without nay incantation, much less a wand!" shouted the excited young boy

"Ehem!" Lucius cleared his throat while sending a reprimanding look toward his son after his little outburst caused quite a few heads to turn their way.

After realizing his folly, Draco hung his head low so as to not draw the ire of his father once more.

Although he had to admit it was quite the impressive feat for a young child who by average standards should just barely be having bouts of accidental magic to create lighting as he did, the blonde alpha ferret would never admit it.

As Lucius and his mini-me walked away, Alaric's grandfather came up to him with what seemed to be a family of four in tow.

The two adults in the group who he assumed were married by how they had their arms linked looked to be around their late thirties or early forties, alongside them were two young girls, one the same age as Alaric and another who seemed to be around the same age as his cousin Silas, around five years old.

As the party of five approached Alaric, he could see that the man accompanying them was giving Lucius a glare so deadly it could give avada kedavra a run for its money.

"I see you met the Malfoys," stated Theodric with an obvious amount of contempt leaking from his tone

"That Blonde piece of Troll shit has no place here, why did you even allow them here Uncle Theo?" asked the man

'Uncle huh, that could only mean.'

"Sigh, calm down Cyrus, and mind your language we are in the presence of children after all," Theodric said with a small sigh

'That confirms my theory' though Alaric

"It is a pleasure to meet you cousin Cyrus." beamed Alaric as he extended his hand to offer a greeting toward his first cousin once removed

"Ah I see you've read up on the family tree haven't you, it's nice to meet you as well Alaric," replied Cyrus

Cyrus' full name is, Cyrus Greengrass III, first cousin to Alaric's father and the nephew of Alaric's Grandmother, Isabella Greengrass who sadly passed during the death eater incursion into the Reinhardt Estate.

'And that would make these two young girls my second cousins.'

"Alaric, as you already know this is Cyrus, your father's cousin, his wife Diana, and your second cousins, Daphne and Astoria Greengrass.

"A pleasure to meet you ladies, especially you Madam."

"I see my cousin Cyrus has impeccable taste in women," Alaric said while bowing and gently grabbing Diana's hand and kissing it.

"It is a travesty that I wasn't born earlier."

"Uncle," said Cyrus

"Yes, nephew?" replied Theodoric with a wry smile

"Is it ok if I have the sudden urge to challenge a seven-year-old to a duel?" asked Cyrus with a twitching brow

In response to that, Alaric threw a sly smile toward his cousin and retracted from the man's wife.

"Fufufu, how charming, your grandson is quite the gentleman Theodoric." laughed Diana while covering her mouth with her hand

During the entire exchange, Daphne was standing off to the side examining her newly met second cousin.

'How peculiar, he purposely chose to antagonize father and got away with it, I think I can learn a thing or two from him' thought Daphne with a curious glint in her eye.

*shiver*

'Huh, must be cold, I could've sworn this coat would be enough' thought an oblivious Cyrus

"Well, now that you have met, I think it would be best for you children to go and socialize with others," said Theodoric

"Fine." sighed Alaric

--A hour later, the Grand hall of the Reinhardt Manor--

While the adults were mingling around with each other, Alaric had been stuck babysit- ahem, socializing with the other young scions of the influential families.

Alaric was currently in the middle of showing his cousins; Daphne, Astoria, and Silas, a few tricks he could do with his lightning magic

As he was in the middle of demonstrating his miniature storm cloud, Draco "the ferret" Malfoy walked over to them with his future henchmen, Crabbe and Goyle.

Tagging alongside dumb, dumb, and dumber, was Pansey Parkinson and everyone's least favorite buck-toothed future quidditch captain, Marcus Flint, who was going into his second year at the start of the new term, making him one year ahead of Sofia.

After an exchange of "pleasant" greetings, the little kids really wanted to see a demonstration of Alaric's lightning magic, they wanted to see it so bad, that they almost demanded him to show them as if they were his betters.

Alaric having a thick skin and copious amounts of experience in dealing with this situation was fine with their incessant nagging, he just showed them a couple of small parlor tricks, and boom the kids were impressed and satiated.

As they were socializing, the beaver- ahem, Marcus flint said something that almost got himself a bolt of lightning to the face.

"I hope Sofia gets sorted into Slytherin, I really want to, get to know her," Marcus said with an obviously perverted look on his face, one that Alaric really felt like throwing a curse at.

Although it may seem like a surprisingly mature thing for a twelve-year-old to say, it wasn't out of place, wizards do after all mature faster than muggles due to the magic inside of them speeding up the development process.

Despite having the urge to do flint a favor and knock out his overtly large teeth, Alaric did get to thinking over what he said, about the sorting that is.

His sister, although a sweet person who doesn't seem to have any animosity towards half-bloods or muggle-borns, was still a member of a prestigious, mostly, pure-blooded family.

Alaric couldn't help but muse which house would fit her best.

Along that train of thought, he also started thinking of where he wanted to go, sure the hat has its own opinion but who cares what an old moldy glorified headpiece has to say?

Sure Slytherin would be interesting, it would give him no shortage of idiots to duel once he calls them out as bigoted simpletons, but at the same time Ravenclaw, the house of transmigrators and reincarnators was calling his name.

Although he had no animosity toward potter, he didn't really feel like being in the same house as him and the glutton Ronald Weasely.

And let's be honest, Hufflepuff wasn't ever an option, can you blame him, they are the rejects of Hogwarts.

He decided to put that thought away for later as the small group of pure-blooded flies dispersed.

"Hey, Alaric, can I ask you something?"

"Sure Daphne, what is it?"

"How are you able to tolerate those prats, I mean, most of their parents were death eaters, whether voluntarily or not doesn't matter, they still had a hand in killing our family members," she said with a small fire in her eyes

"That's the thing, Daphne, their PARENTS committed those acts, not them, I believe the son will not bear the punishment for the sin of the father."

"Until one of the little mongrels commits a grave offense of their own, then in my eyes they are innocent, a supremacist sure, but still ultimately innocent, just because they are prejudiced doesn't mean they are evil," Alaric responded almost sagely

As the night went on Alaric got to know more about his cousins, apparently the Greengrass family were the leaders of the Grey faction, otherwise known as the neutral party.

During the war, they came dangerously close to changing that after the attack on the Reinhardt estate, but Theodoric managed to convince Cyrus to let him handle it and it went relatively well.

Silas on the other hand was one of the two last members of his house, the other being his father.

The House of Duval, although decently old, was more of a minor-middle-class noble house. The Duvals were one of the few noble wizard families who would marry half-bloods and even muggle-borns.

Apparently, up until a couple of centuries ago, the Duvals were a rather large noble house with a few branch lines as well, that is until the fire nation-, sorry, the Malfoy's launched several coordinated attacks on the different lines of Duvals, wiping all but one out.

Of course, being the Malfoys, they were able to escape from all blame and pinned it on a band of muggles who were roaming the countryside killing "evil wizards"

coupled with the decimation of most of the Duvals, a large number of their properties were razed to the ground and destroyed, leaving them in a state of isolation while they licked their wounds.

As the night went on Alaric would have to suffer through several more rounds of entitled snobs coming up to him and trying to use him as a way to better themselves or their families.

After a long night of exhausting socializing with the "elite" of wizarding Britain, Alaric finally got a reprieve when the guests started leaving.

"It's been nice getting to know you Alaric," said Daphne as she was about to leave with her family

"y-yes, it was a p-pleasure." stammered Silas timidly

"Yes it has been quite the enjoyable night speaking with you both, I hope to get to know you better later down the line," replied Alaric to the two

Once the last of the guests left, Alaric immediately changed into some more comfortable "clothes", what he really changed into though were his pajamas.

"I take it you had quite the eventful night speaking with all of the other young scions?" asked Theodoric with a small chuckle

All that he got in response was a very exaggerated eye roll from Alaric as he left to go upstairs to his room and pass out for the next merlin knows how many hours.

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Authors note:

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