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HP: Harry From The Ancient House Of Black [ Chapter 15 ]
🕑 Added 2024-10-11 15:01:56 +0000 UTC"I do hope you're planning on introducing me Draco," Aries drawled in perfection imitation of the boy earlier as they sat at the Slytherin table.
The Heir of Slytherin could not hide the satisfaction at finally being at the school of his famous ancestor.
"Of course," he answered back sarcastically. He pointed first to two rather large boys, who Aries thought could pass off as miniature trolls.
"That's Crabbe and Goyle, they don't speak much, thank Merlin. Next to him is Blaise Zabini." Italian, he noted, and he knew the name.
The Black Widow was famous even in Germany, and he couldn't help but wonder if he possessed any of his mother's skills.
"The girl across from me is Pansy Parkinson." Pansy tried to fix an alluring smile, but Aries was too busy trying his best not to laugh at Draco's secret hatred of the girl.
Uncle Lucius forced him to play nicely with her, and Aries had been the only one he could tell that he absolutely loathed the annoying girl.
"To her left is Theodore Nott, you'll like him, dusty book lovers the lot of you. To her right is Tracey Davis, half-blood but she's alright, and next to her is Daphne Greengrass, our resident Ice Queen."
The last of Draco's group had caught Aries' attention from the moment she sat down.
He understood only Nott was in his fifth year with Draco and the rest were a year behind, yet the fourth-year girl could have easily been in his year and he had a feeling she was older than the rest of her classmates.
Daphne Greengrass had long, beautiful blonde hair, and icy blue eyes met his. Aries had studied her as she sat down and definitely approved of what he saw.
He gave her a small smirk and could've sworn he saw he start to blush before she turned away, that icy look back on her face.
Arianna's glare at the girl was something he pointedly ignored.
She was attractive, had always been a loyal friend, and her feelings towards him was something she had never really tried to hide in their time at Durmstrang.
He did not even need Legilimency to know, but Aries had always planned on returning to England, and he would need to begin laying foundations here.
The Greengrass girl seemed the best place to start.
"Good evening, ladies and gentleman, ghosts – and most peculiar – guests," said Dumbledore, beaming around at the foreign students.
"I have great pleasure in welcoming you all to Hogwarts. I hope and trust that your stay here will be both comfortable and enjoyable. The tournament will officially be opened at the end of the feast. I invite you all to eat, drink, and make yourselves at home!"
Food appeared in front of them, and Aries recognized the many French and German cuisines among many others.
Unlike his friends though he immediately reached for the English food. Despite growing up in Germany, Aunt Cassiopeia had always treated him to the food of her home, and it was by far his favorite.
"So, who from Hogwarts is the favorite?" Aries asked the Hogwarts students.
"Diggory," Draco replied sourly with a nod over to table two over. "Hufflepuff, it's a disgrace. But he's top of the class, so it won't be much of a surprise. I wish they would allow the younger years a chance."
"And you think you'd be champion Malfoy?" Aries couldn't help but smirk as Greengrass eyed Draco with a challenge.
He remembered that while Greengrass and Davis hung around Draco, it was not because they liked him, rather because they liked Parkinson and the fool girl was smitten with the Malfoy heir.
"He'd be a good choice," Aries interrupted, smirking at the shocked look on Davis and Greengrass.
"I had hoped my Aunt would be able to convince someone to lower the age, but she refused."
"Why?" Draco asked. He knew that if Cassiopeia wanted something done, it'd happen.
"Didn't want me to be able to compete."
"More like she wanted the other schools to have a chance," Arianna offered. Her English was far better than Haydn's or Ivan's.
Aries shrugged. "I have no doubt that Hogwarts and Beauxbatons will offer up excellent champions, though I have full confidence that Krum will be victorious."
"Don't be modest Aries," Arianna chided. "You'd wipe the floor with the competition."
Aries looked around the hall as conversation moved onto classes. He knew all about it from Draco's letters and summer rants, so he took the opportunity to study the students.
Almost immediately his eyes landed on a raven-haired boy with round glasses and a lightning bolt scar.
He was talking with a red-haired boy who was trying unsuccessfully to talk with a mouth full of food.
So that is Thomas Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived. He seemed a little short for his age and nothing stood out to him as extraordinary, but he knew looks could be deceiving.
A pull of magic turned his eyes to one of the French girls at the same table as Diggory. She was gorgeous, but the pull was confusing until a realization came to him.
Veela! That explained why most boys around her seemed almost in a trance, staring at her like she was the most amazing thing they had ever seen.
Aries shook his head at their antics and turned to the head table.
The headmistress of Beauxbatons sat to Albus Dumbledore's left, while Kakaroff sat on his right.
The three were in a heated conversation, one that pitted Igor against the other two heads.
It ended with a triumphant look on Igor's face who, once noticing Aries gaze, gave a nod and looked like one who was bursting to tell a secret.
Aries' eyes moved to the left and found himself looking at Sirius Black.
He looked exactly as he did years ago in Aunt Cassi's memories, with long black hair and an air of casual elegance. Sirius was laughing loudly with the man to his left.
