#prometheus lestrange

[aliceemersonwrites2]

A Seven-Pointed Star- By aliceemersonwrites2

AO3 WIP

Chapter 17: Tea Time

Brooke Avers POV

Summary: Brooke has tea with Abraxas. The Knights Meeting is revealed. A very disturbing memory emerges.

Excerpt (see full chapter in link above):

"Welcome again. You have been recruited to join an elite group of wizards...and, hopefully, witches soon. Many of you must have questions about this group you may be joining. I cannot answer them all tonight, but I can give you insight into what we want.

"We are not satisfied with the way the wizarding world has been. War. A denial of pride over being witches and wizards. The stymying of progress into researching and knowing magic's depths and fundamental components. A forced stop to some magic altogether. This... is not the world I want to be part of."

Brooke watches in awe as Tom commands the crowd. There is not one person who isn't looking at Tom. Every eye is on him. He stands in his head boy robes. He is behind the table, like the leader he could...would become. Perfect wavy hair, just a hint of naturalness to make it fashionable. His skin was smooth to look at, pale but healthy looking, pulled over his elegant features. The blue-grey eyes. The sensual lips. The high cheekbones. A cutting jaw.

For a moment, Brooke remembers learning about the Christian devil in one of her and Timothy's fun outings, where they snuck into a church during a service. The preacher had said that the devil would seduce his followers. At this moment, surrounded by the abject beauty of a society focused on aesthetics and appearance rather than depth and function, Tom is the most seductive devil ever to walk Hogwarts's halls or exist in the wizarding world.

Tom's voice reverberates through each one like the words of a seasoned politician, a Caesar, a deity convincing the masses of his absolute divinity.

Tom takes pauses at the right moments. His eyes scan the small group before him, looking at each as though the conversation is only for that individual. He never looks at his knights, focusing on the recruits. The speech is more intricate than his hands on the piano, more powerful than any spell from his wand.

Brooke's other five companions seem stunned into an almost reverent silence.

Tom's speech is perfect. Except for the fact that only  Brooke notices - his eyes do not land on hers once. Tom is looking at Jessup, Maple, Orion, Abernathy, and Ivan, luring them, pulling them, enticing them.

However, the storm clouds did not once meet the green grass during Tom's opening remarks.

"There are some...some that think that fixing the magic world is just...a dream. But every dream can be achieved.

"However, I can see the cracks in the foundation. Many of you follow the teachings of your parents and not without warrant. Many of your parents are strong, powerful, influential."

Tom pauses for effect, then takes off his school jacket with the Head Boy badge folded under it, placing it on the back of his chair as if trying to bring himself to the level of those in the room with him. He is now wearing his black sweater, perfectly wound school tie, basic black trousers, and shiny black shoes. Only Brooke knows how little money he has to afford the clothes he wears.

"But I want to make a world outside their limited and frankly DANGEROUS way of thinking. To break apart and create a world of strength of witches and wizards who use magic and know magic and want to be magic. Not those who hide behind wealth. Or purity. Or names.

"We need those old powerful assets to start a new world order.

"But we can't hold to those things forever."

Brooke notices a shift at the table. Abraxas stares up at Tom with shock on his face- a very rare emotion allowed to take over. Avery looks just as shocked but more confused than anything. Lothaire has the biggest smile on his face, like this is all the best joke he has ever been privy to. Prometheus almost looks relieved. But Timothy has not lifted his eyes from Brooke, as if he is still trying to see what she will decide as if he was disappointed that she was there.

Tom's voice ends the intense stare between her and Timothy when she turns back to Tom.

"But as in all things, there must be sacrifice. A foundation must be built. And with the Knights of Walpurgis, we can build this foundation. One that will affect our world. Indefinitely. We will be placed in positions of power, research, and wealth. But it is all to one goal. To ensure our magic world is not lost to the annals of libraries where the books rot and muggles can't read them. Because if we continue this way, your children's children will not have a wizarding world."

[sah1x1s-archived]

So Nathan Drake's FC is now changing from Tom Holland to Bradley Cooper because I'm playing the game and it just clicks 🤣

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★ Joel Miller (The Last of Us) ★ Ellie Williams (The Last of Us) ★ Tommy Miller (The Last of Us) {FC: Adam Driver}

★ Dean Winchester (Supernatural) ★ Sam Winchester (Supernatural) ★ John Winchester (Supernatural)

★ Fiona Gallagher (Shameless) ★ Ian Gallagher (Shameless) ★ Phillip “Lip” Gallagher (Shameless) ★ Jimmy “Steve” Lishman (Shameless) ★ Mikhailo "Mickey" Milkovich (Shameless)

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[sofoulandfairaday]

I need to hear the stories of how Bellatrix got her cursed Persian daggers

Okay :D

Part of Bella and Rod's honeymoon takes place in Venice. The amount of trouble they get themselves into is detailed in a story (chapter) that is almost complete. Amongst their various stops, however, is quite an infamous store. The owner is an acquaintance of her uncle Alphard (and the Dark Lord, before he was the Dark Lord -- how else would she know about the place?). Bella is there for a specific object. Unrelated. But then she sees them: glimmering under a burglar-proof spell: seven shiny Persian daggers, each sat beside its sheath, with curved handles encrusted with jewels.

She must have them.

Shenanigans ensue. She knows the owner has something she wants, he doesn't want to sell it to her until she's helped him with a little something: "A dark witch as powerful as yourself, of your lineage. Surely you will have much higher chances than this poor old man."

But she is successful in her mission (arson and kidnapping and torture, god bless her no one does it like her) and when she returns, she has her shiny new husband in tow. Rodolphus, who is absolutely besotted with her, is desperate to show off and buy her absolutely whatever she wants. Anything.

"I don't want jewels," snapped Bellatrix. "I want those." Rodolphus followed her dutifully to the dagger stand. [...] "Persian, all dated between the sixteenth and eighteenth century," said the warlock, taking out his wand and unravelling the anti-theft spell protecting them. "I'd recommend not touching the blades: they're all cursed". "Cursed how?" "Wounds from these", he pointed to the first three on the display, "do not heal. While this", he gestured to the longest dagger, an absolute beauty with a jade green handle and a wavy blade, "is imbibed with a terrible Prometheus charm. Any inflicted wound will continue to heal and reopen, heal and reopen." "That one?" "If one delights in a dash of psychological torture, that makes the victim bleed according to the owner's wishes." The handle was shaped like a Nundu's head, with a sapphire in its eye. "Perfect for when your husband upsets you, Madame." Bellatrix glanced towards Rodolphus, who gave a polite smile, but she could have sworn she saw him swallow. "Which one would you like, darling?" asked Rodolphus. "Oh, I like them all," said Bellatrix airily, admiring them the way a child does Honeydukes shelves when seeing them for the first time. She didn't have the time to add: 'Let me think on it' that Rodolphus had already asked: "How much for all of them?"

Anyway, that's the story of how the Lestranges got banned from Venice :D

[star-named-riddle]

Women of the House of Black Fest

Seeing how @womenofthehouseofblack has put together a very cool festival that happens to have fed my plot bunnies to the point of frenzy, and since shameless self-promoting of fics has been advocated for... here's a list of fics I wrote, in no particular order, about women of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black.

As always, please heed the tags and the warnings.

The Black Sisters

In your sleep you shed your armour - under 2K, T+

"Narcissa pushed the door to her sister's bedroom open to a bloodcurdling scream that made her cover her ears. She kept them covered as she assessed the scene before her. The screaming turned into loud sobbing, and Narcissa jumped to action." One shot, written for several prompts

The Flower Sister to His Star - 1.5K, T+

During the Spring of 1980, the Malfoys and the Lestranges assemble. Rodolphus recognizes someone's worth

To Not See and Dare, To Look Away and Lose - 3.5K, T+

During a birthday party at the Blacks, Andromeda decides to dare, and Bellatrix loses a sister anyway. Blind!AU

Narcissa

Preparing - 3K, T+

Lucius and Narcissa cuddle by the fire, making preparations for the arrival of their child.

Eden has fallen, but still I have you - 1.5K, T+

"This manor had once been their haven, but no more. They had invited the shadows in, and the monster had followed."

The Nurturing of a Flower - 3.5K, T+

"She will come home, my love," he whispers in her ear in the morning, "I will bring our sweet star of darkness back." The Malfoys kept a secret from Delphini, Lucius must deal with the consequences. Independent side piece to Birds become Dragons, reads as a one-shot. Also, written for several prompts.

Andromeda

I'd Rather Be Me - under 3K, T+

"The varnish cracked and the oil melted as she walked to the front door, and the figure of Andromeda disappeared at the end of the street as the portrait burned away." Andromeda sheds the name of Black

The World Crumbled Around Her - 2K, T+

At night, in Hogwarts, a wizard and a witch come together, only to show their true colours and shatter all they had.

As We Revolve Around the Sun - 1.5K, T+

The first year after the Battle, seen through Andromeda's eyes One shot, written for several prompts, set just after the war

Bellatrix

Icarus, perhaps Prometheus (no matter, the gods always come for you) - under 3K, T+

A day at the beach, and impending doom on the horizon

Better Half, Darker Half - 2.5K, M

Bellatrix and Rodolphus are a match meant to be, the perfect pair of servants to the Darkness, more so on a night to remember One-shot, set during the First Wizarding War, written for several prompts

So Be It - 3.5K, M

In an AU where the Augurey is born seventeen years earlier, a prophecy remains. Though some things shall never happen, the tally of death remains the same.

Pé na Tábua - 3.5K, T+

Bellatrix wants more from life and she has but one chance to get what she desires. She is not wasting it, so she must make an impression tonight.

And last but not least, for the Bellamort shippers

Harvest Moon - 3.5K, M

A very special birthday is celebrated during the First Wizarding War. Warning for explicit murder and torture of both adults and children, as well as a hint of lemon zest (It's Bellamort, people, what else)

in the smallest pieces (there was still us) - 5K total, T+/M

30 Bellamort little bits Prompts as chapter titles

There's no stopping your plans and those slow hands - 20K, M

AU! Arranged Marriage Bellatrix expected to be married to Rodolphus soon after graduation. However, a certain wizard has returned to Britain, and all that was planned is now uncertain.

[awesomebzy]

Chapters: 11/? Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Aliens (1986), Aliens vs Predators Series - Various Authors, Alien: Resurrection (1997), Prometheus (2012), Alien: Isolation (Video Game) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Underage Relationships: Harry Potter/Tom Riddle, Harry Potter/Voldemort, Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, Albus Dumbledore/Gellert Grindelwald, Godric Gryffindor/Salazar Slytherin Characters: Dark!Harry Potter - Character, Alien!Harry Potter, Queen!Alien!Harry Potter, Smart!Harry Potter, Powerful!Harry Potter - Character, Independent!Harry Potter, Leader!Harry Potter, King!Tom Riddle, King!Voldemort, Alien Queen (Aliens), Xenomorphs (Aliens), Last Engineer (Prometheus), Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, George Weasley, Fred Weasley, Ginny Weasley, Molly Weasley, Bill Weasley, Percy Weasley, Arthur Weasley, The Weasleys, Lucius Malfoy, Narcissa Black Malfoy, Abraxas Malfoy, Sirius Black, Bellatrix Black Lestrange, Regulus Black, Andromeda Black Tonks, Walburga Black, Orion Black, Dorea Black Potter, James Potter, Lily Evans Potter, Charlus Potter, Dobby (Harry Potter), Voldemort (Harry Potter), Severus Snape, All Harry Potter Characters Basically Additional Tags: Dumbledore Bashing, Character Bashing, Ron Weasley Bashing, muggle bashing, Enslavement of Muggles, Death of Muggles, Death Engineers, Engineer Bashing, Predator Bashing, World Enslavement, All Muggles are basically trash, Virus, Abusive Dursley Family, The Dursleys Die, This Is Why We Can't Have Nice Things, Malnourished Harry, Past abuse Harry, Manipulative Dumbledore, Talented Harry, Evolving Harry Summary:

What would happen if the Xenomorph did exist in the Harry Potter world? If the Xenomorph did not attack those of magical blood? What if the Engineers, what Dr.Shaw had named them, created muggles in order to pursue their experimentation on Bio-Weaponry? And the Yujata coming to this planet in order to play their sick game to adulthood?

In this tale, Harry is attacked by a face hugger. But this was no ordinary face-hugger, nor was the embryo implanted inside of Harry a normal Xenomorph. But a Queen. Though, strangely enough, the Embryo inside of him reacted to his magic. And instead of a Chestburster bursting out of his chest. They evolve together. Harry Potter is no more. He is a Queen Xenomorph. With very very big plans as he enters the magical School of Hogwarts.

Join Harry on his new quest on restoring the Magical World to its rightful place and His revenge, not on Voldemort, but on the Aliens that caused his kind so much pain.

(Chapter 6 is dedicated to those who don't know much about the Alien fandom.)

[aliceemersonwrites2]

A Seven-Pointed Star- By aliceemersonwrites2

AO3 WIP

Chapter 15: Duels and Dates

Tom Riddle POV

Summary: Tom Riddle plays a chess game with the people in his life. A heated moment in the Forbidden Forest begins to crack the careful balance of Tom and Brooke's friendship.

Excerpt (see full chapter in link above):

As Tom sank to his knees, fighting Alphard Black’s vicious blood purity spell, he saw Godwin Avery take a hand and place it in his pocket. It is a needle. He tosses it in the air, waves his wand, and replicates the needle into a hundred needles. Then, he directs them to Timothy.

The needles look like little acupuncture needles, and Timothy is initially confused. Then Timothy begins to scream, trying to wave his wand over the POURING blood coming out of the tiny pinpricks, the needles still stuck in his skin. Brooke runs from Ivan after ensuring the Russian boy is all right and begins to help Timothy, who has dropped his wand, effectively ending the duel.

Tom suspects the needles may have received some help from the blood-flow-increasing potion that Avery had perfected in Slughorn’s class the other day.

The whole class is gawping at the scene, except for Alphard Black, who has his wand pointed at Tom and moves closer, his wand now at Tom’s neck. In a bored and charming voice, Alphard Black says, “I guess everything CAN’T just be learned from a textbook. Sometimes, it is just in your blood.”

Alphard moves even closer, and Tom grips his wand. But any thought of magic puts his arms at his sides and makes his head hurt more—Tom can almost hear DRUMS in his mind. Tom forces himself to stand up, and Alphard’s smile widens.

Tom Riddle can barely think as he tries to stand up.

“Such ingenuity. Standing up will even the playing field.” Alphard Black’s voice is caustic and sarcastic. “However, I think I’ve basically won. Blood. Blinding talent.” Alphard leans forward and says, “And beautiful, busty blondes who will not only be beneficial to me personally but will finally be a witch strong enough to bend my family's will to her. Not the other way around. Brooke Avers will not marry a half-blood bastard who managed to get good grades and attention for being psychotically fucking focused on schoolwork. She will marry a pureblood, and it will be me. Just accept it, Tom. I may not be a purity obsessive like the rest of my family, but I can acknowledge that we are just better. You should learn to. Everything will go easier for you.”

Alphard straightens Tom’s tie and pats the spot he just had fixed. When Tom looks up at Alphard, the Black heir’s eyes are dark with a look he didn’t even know Alphard could produce. He looks alarmingly like his sister.

Tom’s mouth is bleeding, his ears are bleeding, and he could assume that his eyes have some blood in them. Tom smiles, his teeth stained red, feeling the blood pool in his mouth before he spits some out on the floor, a red puddle forming by his perfectly buffed shoes.

Then he punches Alphard Black directly in the jaw.

Stumbling backward, Alphard finally quits waving his wand, the spell of his family’s blood ceasing.

Tom can do magic again. 

[aliceemersonwrites2]

A Seven-Pointed Star- By aliceemersonwrites2

AO3 WIP

Chapter 2: Knight Meetings

Tom POV

Summary: Tom reflects on his first day as a seventh-year student, has an enthusiastic visitor, and gathers his Knights of Walpurgis.

Excerpt:

All the boys except Tom look like they are ready to go. The room is silent as they wait for the mandatory time for new business. Finally, Abraxas says, "If there are no..."

With a hand gesture, Tom stops Abraxas from speaking; Abraxas quickly closes his mouth and takes a small sip of gin. Tom takes a large drink of brandy, building the tension, and says in a voice that belies none of his feelings about his following statement, "I have one new order of business. Let's recruit a new member."

Abraxas asks with curiosity, "Who do you have in mind? Dolohov?" Abraxas had been trying to get the Russian boy in their group since he came to Hogwarts as a transfer from Durmstrang in year four. Their families were old friends, even if Ivan Dolohov didn't seem to care for the Malfoy heir.

All of a sudden, Avery cuts in, "Not Ivan Dolohov." Abraxas looks taken aback, wondering why Avery cares if Dolohov joins or not, but Tom doesn't let the two argue. Instead, Tom makes an announcement.

"No. Let's recruit someone a bit more critical than Dolohov—someone who will be easier to sway.

"Brooke Avers should join the Knights of Walpurgis. Sooner rather than later."

[aliceemersonwrites2]

A Seven-Pointed Star by Aliceemersonwrites2 On AO3- WIP- Knights of Walpurgis/Tom Riddle Fanfic

Portrait of a Dragon Tamer

Main Cast

Main Cast

Dragon Tamer

Slytherin

Pureblood

December 1 (Sagitarrius)

(I will release the main and some minor characters after their chapters come out. Take a look at my WIP, "A Seven-Pointed Star" on AO3)

[aliceemersonwrites2]

A Seven-Pointed Star- By aliceemersonwrites2 AO3

A Seven-Pointed Star- By AliceEmersonPart2 Wattpad

WIP

Chapter 24: The Beast Inside

POVs- Tom Riddle

Summary: The aftermath of the Samhain Ball.

Excerpt:

Abraxas looks off into the distance towards Avery’s door and says quietly. “It was a lot for her. She came in and was angry, livid even for some reason. Then, Avery stayed with her and calmed her down alongside Prometheus. She was sobbing when I checked on them after the Aurors released me. She wanted to know what it was for. What was it worth? She kicked me out immediately and forced Prometheus out not long after. She’s been with Avery ever since. Timothy showed up, but he slunk into bed immediately.”

Nodding, Tom says, “I don’t know what to do about it. I thought…I thought I wanted her to be a knight for so long. Now…”

Abraxas draws his lips into a thin line. “The thought of her doing what we do…”

Tom is exhausted. And he loses a bit of control. He puts his head in his hands, runs his fingers through his hair, and mumbles, “Maybe…maybe we’ve been wrong all along. I don’t even care about Muggleborns or any of that anymore. I don’t want to…subjugate people. I want to be in control, yes. But I don’t want to feel like I’m DYING every day to do it. I don’t even know what I want anymore.” At the end of his rant, Tom hates that his voice cracks slightly, not with tears, but with frustration.

Abraxas puts his hand on Tom’s shoulder in a gesture of understanding and looks at a fancy platinum watch in his pocket—the watch given to all wizards when they come of age as a family heirloom. Tom has no such device.

Malfoy stands, trying and failing to fix his appearance, and says, “We’ll figure it out. Right now, I will go and get…” Abraxas sighs heavily while doing the math in his head. “Two hours of sleep before we meet downstairs.”

As Abraxas begins to walk off, Tom says, “Hey, Malfoy. Thanks. Thanks for checking on me.” Tom regrets it almost as soon as he says it. And Malfoy can tell. But he doesn’t ignore it.

Abraxas stops, turns around, gives a curt nod, and says, “Riddle, that’s what friends do.”

[aliceemersonwrites2]

A Seven-Pointed Star- By aliceemersonwrites2

AO3, Wattpad WIP

Chapter 23: The Veil Breaks

POVs- Brooke Avers, Tom Riddle

Summary: An attack at the Samhain Ball. The veil is lifted between Tom and Brooke.

Excerpt:

Brooke's wand is pointed directly at Tom's face. His handsome, defiant, LIVID face.

She takes a deep breath and steel herself for the uncomfortable conversation they were about to embark on.

"What was all that?"

Tom's stupidly handsome face is a mixture of confusion, contriteness, and rage. Brooke can feel the dark magic pouring off him.

He had killed someone.

To be fair, the red-cloaked killer was aiming for Brooke first, but Tom didn't hesitate. He used Avada Kedavra. He had murdered.

"That, Brooke, was an ambush on my life."

Oh, so Tom was going to be a prick about this. Brooke stands taller and asks, "Why did you shove me in the greenhouse? Treat me like I'm less of a witch?"

Tom shakes his head. He has a cut on his perfect cheek, and red blood drips down slowly on his alabaster skin. His dark hair is mussed, and his eyes are stormy. "I was trying to ensure your safety and that of my men."

"Your men? You aren't a general." Brooke feels incredulous. What just happened? One minute, they were at a party. Next, someone is trying to kill Tom. Killing curses are shot. And Tom is acting like he is leading the RAF.

Tom's face is filled with anger. His wand is pointed at Brooke just as much as hers is at him. "What I mean is, any one of them could be distracted trying to help you."

"I held my own, thank you."

Tom's face softens slightly, but then hardens again, "You almost were killed."

Brooke shouts, "As were you! How did the boys know how to clean up a body? How did you already have plans? What was all that?"

Brooke watches as Tom's face contorts into a deep frown. "That was the Knights of Walpurgis. We know that to make change, it won't always be good, easy, or morally right. Sometimes, we will have targets on our backs. So, we have protocol."

Brooke mutters, "Would have been nice to know on my end."

Tom closes his eyes, then they snap open. "Why do you care? Honestly, why?"

"My best friends were almost killed!"

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A Seven-Pointed Star- By aliceemersonwrites2

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Chapter 22: The Veil Opens

POVs- Brooke Avers, Tom Riddle, Prometheus Lestrange, Lothaire Rosier, Timothy Nott, Godwin Avery, Abraxas Malfoy

Summary: The Samhain Ball ramps up, including secret trysts, revelations, a good drinking game, and more questions than answers

Brooke turns at the sound of Tom’s voice. She retorts, “Avoiding you. Visiting the spirits. Take your pick.”

Tom was beautiful in the moonlight, his pale skin glowing, his lips even pinker in contrast, his jaw highlighted by the moon. But as he took a step forward, those stormy eyes were as violent as the North Sea.

“Avoiding me? How did I displease you this time, Brooke?”

Brooke scoffs and crosses her arms, refusing to back down. “You mocked me by saying Emmaline Wexler.”

Tom clenches his jaw, “How about you and Timothy? Or maybe you’d like to go screw Fleamont Potter.”

Brooke feels her heart speed up as Tom takes another step forward, his wand still drawn. She’s seen his temper, yes. But it has never been directed at her.

Occlude. Occlude. Occlude. Lie like Brax.“Timothy was years ago.” At least the following statement was true: “And Fleamont was part of the game.”

With another step forward, Tom inches closer. Brooke doesn’t break eye contact with Tom as she takes a step back. She had been watching the spirits. But none came to visit her. If only her mother…

“A game. So feelings are a game to you.” Tom said this as a fact as he took another step forward. One more step and he’d be on her.

“You are scaring me.”

With a nasty sneer, Tom says, “Brooke, you don’t need to be afraid of me. But maybe I need to be afraid of you.”

“What…”

Tom took the step forward and grabbed her wrist with one hand and her waist with the other. Brooke can feel her breasts graze his abdomen with every deep breath she takes.

“Because you will be my downfall, Brooke Avers.” His voice is dark, but his eyes are gentler than she’d ever seen them. For once, his eyes are soft, but his words are harsh. “You will tempt me away from my goals. You have already CHANGED me. My beliefs. My ideals. The way I was supposed to gain power.”

Brooke shudders, not in fear but in pleasure, as he leans down to her ear and whispers, “But all I can think of most of the time is you. How our…friendship…has evolved. How you have changed back to the girl I met instead of the pureblood princess you pretended to be. How you are the formidable witch I always knew you could be.”

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A Seven-Pointed Star- By aliceemersonwrites2

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Chapter 20: Before the Veil

Brooke Avers POV

Summary: The Rosier Angels and Demons Samhain Ball is underway. Brooke's mother makes a discovery, and the truth comes out.

Excerpt (see full chapter in link above):

Enjoying the music, Brooke can ignore Prometheus’s poor dancing skills. “How did Lo get you all to wear wings? And how is Tom not participating?”

With a rueful laugh, Prometheus says, “Blackmail. Pure and simple. Lothaire always has too much information in that head of his. And Tom isn’t wearing them because getting cursed by Tom is scarier than any blackmail Lothaire had.”

Brooke chuckles, but then notices the wistful look on Prometheus’s face. “You miss Marjorie.”

The dark-haired boy shrugs and says, “And you don’t seem bothered that Alphard hasn’t been over to greet you yet.”

With a guilty glance away, Brooke answers in a distant voice, “Maybe I should care more. But…”

At that, a voice she hadn’t heard in a few years says in a deep baritone, “Brooke Avers. May I have this dance?”

Brooke turns her head to see Gerard Rosier before her. She feels Prometheus squeeze her arm a little tighter and replies quietly, her pureblood manners kicking in as she shoots Prometheus a glare that explains she’ll be all right, “It would be a pleasure.”

Letting go of Prometheus, as Prometheus gives Gerard a threatening look, Brooke turns to face Gerard Rosier fully. The boy’s reputation at Hogwarts had been abysmal. Rumors about his and Aldritch’s treatment of witches were constantly whispered throughout the hallways. As Brooke takes Gerard’s hand and his other goes to her waist, she looks around.

She spots Alphard in the crowd. He purposely ignores her, not once making eye contact with Brooke.

As the music drifts into a waltz, Brooke looks up at Gerard. All the Rosiers are attractive- that has never been a question. But Gerard is polished, whereas his brother always seems almost cut from raw materials. His darker strawberry blonde hair and the tell-tale light green eyes of the Rosiers are present. Strongly defined jaw. Full lips. His face is so handsome that it always makes him seem even more smug than he is. But the man, who opted for a black suit with a red cape and horns, seems nervous. He had graduated two years ago, and even in school, he never really talked to Brooke. It was almost unsaid that Brooke was Lo’s…the heir couldn’t claim the spare's belongings.

What disturbed Brooke the most was that he was most definitely Aldritch Avery’s lackey. And Aldritch Avery was dangerous in a way that even the worst rumors about Lothaire Rosier’s elder brother could ever be.

“You must be wondering why I asked you to dance.”

Gerard’s voice is deep, smooth, British, with the occasional French pronunciation. He and Lothaire never got along. Gerard was the heir. Lothaire was the spare.

Keeping her eyes on his face and at least a foot of space between them, Brooke replies, “Well, you never were one to ask me to dance at Hogwarts. Or at other balls. So, yes. My curiosity is piqued. I already had a dancing partner, and dancing with you seems to be a dangerous activity, if what I have heard in the past is true. ”

Gerard gives her a curious smile. If Lothaire was handsome when he smiled, Gerard was positively devastatingly beautiful. “I always wondered about your appeal. I get it now. You aren’t just beautiful and smart. If that were it, the boys would have lost interest years ago. But you…you are like if upper society met the wild. Like if a princess were allowed to roam with the fairies. But let me not sit here and just praise you.”

Gerard spins her out gently and then back in, as the dance was meant to be. Perfect pureblood dancing.

Looking down at her, Gerard says in a low voice, “First. It wasn’t me. All those rumors. It wasn’t me. I was…taking the fall. I thought you needed to know that before you trusted me.”

Raising an eyebrow, Brooke can feel herself sinking back from Gerard at the subject matter. She remembers the girls’ faces, their fear, and the accusations.

Out of the corner of her eye, she sees something in the shadows on the side of the dance floor. She immediately senses it is Godwin and calms down.

“Why should I trust that?”

Sighing and looking above Brooke’s head, Gerard replies steadily, “You shouldn’t. But it is true. I didn’t do those things to those girls at Hogwarts. I am a bit of a…cad. But I would never be with a girl who didn’t want me. No…it was me taking the fall for someone else.”

Scrunching her brow, Brooke looks up at Gerard’s face, and her lips move to form Aldritch’s name. Gerard cuts her off, “Your guess is probably right. Now you want to know the how and why. Well, I’m volunteering it. He blackmailed me. Sometime in the fourth year…he found out about a girl I used to summer with in France. Her family owned the vineyard next to ours. But…she is…not part of our world.” Gerard looks at her meaningfully.

Brooke nods slowly. “Okay…”

“He threatened to tell my father and aunt if I didn’t back him up on everything. And now…he’s at the ministry. Working directly for your father. Rising in the political ranks. But he still calls in favors. And my family is rich enough to make Aldritch’s problems go away. That being said…it means I get information.”

Brooke is intrigued but still skeptical. But Gerard looks so earnest, and his expression is so similar to his brother’s, that Brooke can’t help but want to believe him.

Gerard Rosier is handsome.

Gerard Rosier is charming.

Gerard Rosier had a friend who used him. Or so he said.

It appears that Gerard Rosier is/was having a secret love affair with a Muggle.

Brooke now had leverage. He may be telling the truth.

“Why are you telling me all this?”

“So that you trust me.” Leaning forward, Gerard Rosier whispers against Brooke’s ear, his breath making her skin prickle, but more in fear than in any interest in the man in front of her. “You must lie low. You are on a list. A list of younger witches and wizards a particular political powerhouse focuses on. For two reasons. To be rid of them. Or to collect them. Either way, it will be a disastrous thing to happen to you.”

“Collect…”

“The wizard wants POWER. And magic that…sends up signatures across continents is undoubtedly powerful. Plus, there is an inquiry into your mother’s past. Not a lot of information there. Lastly, I love my brother. And my brother loves you. Despite Lothaire and me being at odds, he is my little brother. If you get involved, I know he will involve himself. And I am trying to protect him in a way I didn’t when he was younger. I owe him a lot.

“But if you don’t watch out and resist too hard…the political wizard…well, let’s just say, he has the same view of women that Aldritch Avery has, but instead of…sex… It's violence. If he doesn’t get what he wants, he will take it or hurt it. Be safe.”

Gerard glances over to where Lothaire is gesturing wildly in front of Hazel as she tries to take the stage. Brooke notices Elias Rosier eyeing Hazel greedily. Quietly, Brooke says, “None of us are really safe in this world.”

Giving a sad smile she has never seen on Lothaire, Gerard bows gently to Brooke as the music ceases. “No. We aren’t. Also, don’t drink the punch after the presentation. One more thing you’ll have to trust me on.”

Gerard Rosier walks away, looking less like the devil that Brooke thought he was moments before.

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A Seven-Pointed Star- By aliceemersonwrites2

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Chapter 20: "You Don't Love Me"

Tom Riddle POV

Summary: At the Halloween Dance, Tom is haunted by his past and discovers he is further in his goals than he once thought.

Excerpt (see full chapter in link above):

Tom nods in the group’s direction as Brooke takes Alphard’s hand, Alphard acknowledging Tom with a cocky nod. He distantly hears Brooke talk about “head boy and girl duties” to Alphard. Black seems to take this with no question. Tom hears Alphard ask Brooke if she wants a nightcap, which she declines. Then, Alphard grabs Brooke by the hips and kisses her lips. Brooke’s smile is luminous as she looks up at Alphard.

Brooke's dress matches Alphard's tie.

Tom thought for a while that purple was his favorite color. Now, he knows that is not the case. It may be his least favorite color.

Tom looks up to see Alphard grabbing his chest dramatically after the kiss, then says, “You wound me, Brooke! What is this? No nightcap with fire whisky! You don’t love me.” The Black heir pouts, and Brooke plants a kiss on his lips again during his playfulness. Brooke, Abernathy and his date, Orion, and Dolohov begin to walk away.

As the group rounds the corner, Brooke looks over her shoulder and gives Tom a small smile—as if she regrets leaving.

Tom barely registers the smile.

He is overwhelmed by images trying to flood his brain.

The pure magic he feels cracks his mind.

That same feeling that happened when he thought about the orphanage.

The loss of breath.

The increased heartbeat.

THE FEAR.

Tom quickly leaves the courtyard. One goal in his mind. Get to his room. Alone.

Tom doesn’t run.

He hasn’t in years.

But he practically sprints to the dormitories. Taking the long way. Avoiding the crowds.

His breaths are shallow.

His thoughts are scattered.

A scream.

Blood.

Water.

Green.

Tom falls to the marble floor in his head boy dorm room when he closes his bedroom door. Thankfully, his room is warded, but he can barely cast Alohomora—he feels magically drained.

Only one person is allowed in through the wards besides Tom.

Tom puts his hands up to his cheeks, then runs them through his hair, tugging and pulling, his perfect black strands just recently tended to by Brooke, now a mess. Finally, his hands ball into fists and go beside his temples. He pulls up his knees and screams as the pain that has been building in his head bursts. Numerous images begin to fly through his mind at once, things that have been blocked.

None is making sense. Tom’s thoughts are pieced together with what feels like pieces of his magic, like a magical tape or glue. It is like when Tom heard the bombs over London. He knew things were happening, but every sense he had was overloaded. The sounds were too much. The images are too fractured. The smell was overwhelming. The taste was thick in his mouth. And the feel of the air made it worse.

Tom screams again. Hoping his shouts will clear his head of the deluge of confusing images and sounds.

But all he can hear is one phrase, repeated over and over.

You don’t love me.

You don’t love me.

You don’t love me.

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A Seven-Pointed Star- By aliceemersonwrites2

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Chapter 19: Faerie Tales

Tom Riddle POV

Summary: Confrontations abound between Tom and his classmates and the Knights of Walpurgis.

Excerpt (see full chapter in link above):

Tom strode to the Knights' meeting with an angry energy surrounding him, his magic almost crackling as he walked. He had found out from Lothaire earlier that day that he had been distinctly left off as Walburga Black’s date. 

The guest list revealed that Tom and Brooke Avers were dateless. The Rosier Ball simultaneously became more interesting and more infuriating. Keeping a blank and polite veneer right now seemed almost impossible, so he avoided every student and professor in the corridors.

Tom was resentful, not because he wanted to go with Walburga Black to the Rosier Ball, but because he knew deep down why Pollux Black had removed him from that list. And it had nothing to do with his magic skills, manners, or anything else. 

It had to do with breeding. And blood. The fact that the Blacks knew that he could never definitively define his lineage.

And the obnoxious witch had caught him on the way out of the common room when Tom was already perturbed over Pollux Black's and his offspring's treatment.

Walburga pleaded with him, her eyes flashing, “Tom! I tried to stop my father from removing you as my date from the list. I wanted you to be my date to the Samhain Ball. We can go to the school dance together…. But, the Rosier ball, he…he wouldn’t listen. Pollux Black is old school. He just…”

Tom had turned to face her and said politely and indifferently, “He wouldn’t what? Please share with me what the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black finds BELOW them. Purveyors of some of the biggest mistakes and monstrosities in magic memory and most of the time for nothing more than familial gain or boredom. And frankly, more unsuccessful than not.”

Walburga had just stammered, “Listen. Riddle. We can still go together- we…we can’t be official about it, is all. I, at least, tried! Alphard didn’t even put Brooke’s name forward as his date!”

At that moment, Tom realized Walburga had just revealed her usefulness again. However, her usefulness didn't erase her betrayal and lack of spine, so instead, he said with a tone of finality, “This is done, Walburga. This whole thing between us. Enjoy the rest of your evening and school year. Do not speak to me anymore. Do not seek me out for gratification.”

At his tone, Walburga Black looked at him like she would cry for a brief moment before her face hardened, and she switched to an icy tone, the infamous Black mood swings spectacularly rearing its ugly head, stepped closer to him and said, “You’ll never get her. Alphie can’t even get her for real. Elliott Avers has bigger ambitions than an old family with more dark artifacts than money like mine. And if MY family isn’t good enough, you are certainly not an option for her.”

Tom knew he shouldn’t take the bait, so he just glared down at Walburga, who seemed to shrink into herself. Taking a last look at her, Tom realized she was lovely. Dark, wild hair. Blue eyes. Pale skin. But he could see even with her pining, she didn’t respect him. She didn’t see him as an equal. 

Tom could have all the manners in the world. Save up and buy the latest wizarding fashion. Win every award. Run the school. And none of them would respect him because of his last name.

And he certainly didn’t respect her. She had willingly offered herself to him so many times. But she did it knowing that Tom didn’t want her at all beyond a release for his hormonal urges. It was pathetic. 

Tom dangerously growls out, “Why is that, Walburga? Enlighten me.”

Walburga Black finally stood to her full height. She was a tall woman. Beautiful. Haughty. Scornful. Angry. But she was…a Black. Her house words literally meant “Always Pure.” And Tom knew why he wasn’t good enough for Elliott Avers’s or Pollux Black’s daughters. Tom needs her to say it. To affirm all of his hatred for that bloodline once and for all.

“My father knows you are a half-blood at best. A disgusting mudblood at worst,” Walburga’s voice sounds almost like a hiss, filled with loathing and hatred for all those not like her. 

Gripping his wand in his cloak pocket, Tom took a breath, turned around, and began to walk away with determined steps. This meeting was over. He would not play into Walburga’s insanity and risk losing his temper. Walburga had never seen Tom at his worst. She had NO idea what he was capable of.

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A Seven-Pointed Star- By aliceemersonwrites2

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Chapter 18: Green Potion Rule

Lothaire Rosier POV

Summary: Inside the chaotic mind of Lothaire Rosier

Excerpt (see full chapter in link above):

Honestly, Lothaire Rosier fell in love with Brooke Avers once every couple of months.

Not consistently. Lothaire was shit at keeping up with things. But he did fall in love with her over and over again.

Like today.

Lothaire and Brooke decided to walk together to Hogsmeade because they both hated early mornings. She specifically requested that he join her. She needed to get a gown for his mother’s STUPIDLY themed angel and demons dance and a lovely cocktail dress for Slughorn’s little Halloween party.

It was going to be a long day of shopping. Lothaire didn’t mind. He was a bit vain. Not nearly to the extent of Malfoy, but enough. He’d much rather be practicing quidditch, though.

Lothaire Nicaise Rosier was a lot of things, but he was a gentleman and never turned down a lady.

Plus, it was an ego boost to see Abraxas AND Tom look put out or appear constipated, respectively, when Brooke announced that she was going with Lo and that Tom and Abraxas shouldn’t wait for her.

Abraxas and Tom looked like Brooke had said she was marrying Fleamont Potter and giving up magic to have pretty little dark-haired, green-eyed babies.

Abraxas and Tom were so blatantly upset that it was hilarious that they ran a secret, dark wizarding society where they supposedly had to hide their feelings from others.

How were those two so good at fucking mind magic when they both looked like Brooke pissed in their pumpkin juice when she told them she preferred to hang out with Lothaire today?

Amateurs.

On second thought, Fleamont is very handsome. Maybe Potter, Brooke, and Lothaire himself could explore their desires together and then put the memories in a pensieve for the rest to watch.

A voice rang in Lothaire’s head, ‘Maybe you do have a death wish.’

Lothaire is sure he’d have three wands shooting green at him if he showed a scene like that at the next Knights meeting.

Back to Brookey.

Lothaire couldn’t get over her outfit. Red sweater (tight with buttons). Black skirt (knee length and swishy, skin-toned pantyhose underneath). Black heels (taller than usual). Black pea coat (gift from his family- thankfully not Hugo Boss). A ribbon tied in a bow (silky red) in her hair (honey-blonde), which was thick and smooth today.

Ah. An actual silk ribbon. A gift from Brax to Brooke. 

Not surprising. Again, if you knew what you were looking for, Brax and Tom made things so evident.

Lothaire wasn’t sure he had ever seen Brooke in red, and he could not look away, especially when she bit her plump lip a little as they walked, her arm in his.

Her lips were painted that same red as her sweater…the red of a delicious apple just waiting to be put in his mouth.

The queen of the snakes would have made a REMARKABLE lion.

Frankly, Lothaire would have made a decent Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw. He remembered the time he partied with the Hufflepuffs and introduced them to a brew he made Avery create of Tryex, an inhibitor-lowering potion. He had his first threesome that night, and it was lovely. No hexes. No manipulation. Just two pretty little Hufflepuff girls who showed him the joys of patience, truth, and not being afraid of toil…

Focus, Lothaire. Today isn’t the day to act like a bleeding dog who keeps seeing small animals…

Shit.

He forgot to take his morning potion. Lothaire HAD to take his morning potion. Otherwise, his day would be more shot than the tail end of a blast-ended skrewt.

It’s gonna be a long afternoon in Hogsmeade.

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A Seven-Pointed Star- By aliceemersonwrites2

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Chapter 14: A Secret for a Secret

Brooke Avers POV

Summary: Brooke reveals the contents of her mother's journals.

Excerpt (see full chapter in link above):

When Brooke opened the diary the night before, she was hesitant. Her mother didn’t write a lot. Frankly, it was disappointing how little Elizabeth had written. But as she flipped through inane lists (“Buy dress robes for dance. Get H a gift.”), Brooke reached a page with a charcoal drawing. The drawing seemed to vibrate on the page. It was of a girl and a boy, roughly her age, dancing. But the edges of the drawing moved as though it longed to dance.

Brooke lifted her wand and cast several spells to make the picture move. She sighed and then ran her index finger along the picture, which gave her fingers a golden glow. Suddenly, Brooke saw the picture take over the open book, and like a pensieve, she could enter.

Amazingly, she entered Hogwarts. It was Christmas time, and she entered the Great Hall; no one noticed the girl as she walked through a memory more than 20 years old. It was decorated for the “Winter Solstice” dance, which was displayed on a banner on the wall. Brooke looked around and saw the room full of what she assumed were seventh-years, dressed in the fashion of what must have been 1919, according to the careful cursive her mother used to label the entry. Sleeveless, dropped waists, and in a variety of colors. Long evening gloves. A mixture of short and long hair. As Brooke takes in the boys in their dress robes, she sees some people who look familiar; one must have been Pollux Black because that face looked so like Alphard, and it was eerie.

Then she sees her. Her mother. Brooke walks forward, the memory moving around her as she slowly approaches.

Brooke could feel her heart pound, every fiber of her being attuned to the woman she hadn’t seen since she was one.

She saw her but had yet to hear her. But with each step forward, the sound got clearer in Brooke’s ears. She could hear the conversations around her—all very proper and all very different, but still the conversations of teenagers in the prime of their lives.

Her mother's voice rang above the crowd—loud, not British, captivating the attention of all those around her.

Her mother was in a white dropped waist gown made of rich silk. She wore long, black gloves. Her hair was laid down to her breastbone in long natural curls, part of it held back with a thick black bow that showed around her face. Her hair was a honey blonde, maybe a shade darker than Brooke’s. Where Brooke constantly had a bit of a tan due to quidditch, her mother had alabaster skin. As such, her lips were painted an orange-ish red, and her pale eyes were done with smoky 1910s-style makeup.

Brooke wondered if it was wrong to think her mother was the most beautiful person she had ever seen when she looked so much like her. There were differences. Her mother had silver-colored eyes, whereas Brooke had her father’s emerald eyes. Her mother’s nose was a bit pointier than hers, and Brooke’s lips were a bit fuller, but her mother looked joyful in a way Brooke never felt she could. Her mother was built almost exactly the same as Brooke, but where Brooke secretly wished she could be more lithe, her mother seemed to highlight her curves, clearly wearing a corset of the time under her gown.

When Brooke got close, passing by the drawn images that came to life as she walked, she saw Elizabeth Altman dancing with a man whose face she could not see yet.

Unlike a pensieve (which she had once used against her father’s wishes to watch a very dull meeting between him and Mr. Nott when she was a girl), the diary had so much FEELING in every moment. The colors would change from moment to moment based on how her mother felt in the diary. And right now, the colors are vivid. Bright. Vibrant.

Her mother waltzed with a man who, when she parted and curtsied from, she quickly walked off from. Brooke watched as the man, whose face she still had not seen, followed her mother after waiting a few seconds. Then, she followed the path because the memory was fading in the great hall. She walked out to the hall, seeing the man walk down the hall to…Brooke’s special room.