Professor Black: A Reader Insert

43. Scheming Scum and Surprises

Albus Dumbledore was a man full of such loathing that it makes even the most hateful of any Dark Lord in history seem like a saint. That mut had been a thorn in his side since she began her schooling. Despite all his efforts to keep her under his control she had somehow tricked him out of his positions, his familiar, and even his magic. He should've put more effort into ensuring that her mother miscarried her when he had the chance. It would've saved him some effort. He hobbled along down the road with his cane making his way to one of his back up plans, a certain one that's missing his twin.

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Tom felt a weight lift off of him during his chat with Professor McGonagall but shrugged it off. It wasn't until he had bumped into the newly bonded couple that the connection had been made and realizations snapped into place.

They've forgotten something in the activities of the previous evening and now his heir was brushing up against his magic along with three others who are curious as to who their brother chose as his sire, finding him acceptable with a sting of foreboding warning about the welfare of the youngest. He knew dires were fertile but this was stupidly so.

He best get her out of the area before she does something she'll regret later. Once both her and her brother were out of the vicinity he turned with furious crucio red eyes at the fool who dared to slander the mother of his heir.

"Who are you to slander her?" He nearly hissed in parsaltongue.

"I'm- I am Igor Karkaroff, who are you?" The guilty party sneered.

"Timeus Moro Riddle, Lord Slytherin to you. She is the mother of my heir so you would be wise to remember the power of the families you have insulted." Tom answered coldly. "Pray tell, Lord Prince, how many houses has this fool offended before breakfast?"

"Lord Slytherin, it would be at least four." Severus answered only to be added upon cheekily by the Potter boy.

"The houses of Slytherin, Prince, Potter, Black, Malfoy, Gryffindor, Peverell, and maybe Prewitt, I'd have to ask the twins."

"That's a fair few, some, though not mighty, can and will ruin you. Lord Gryffindor, I propose that he pay back his folly in a way you suggest."

"Right, though his words have harmed my wife's honor, he has harmed your promised by his hand. It is only right." Severus gave off an air of indifference, really he was seething under his facade.

"Well, Lord Slytherin, how about a duel?" Potter suggested, knowing where this would go Tom felt the corner of his mouth twitch up.

"I accept," Karkaroff said without waiting for any terms.

"It's an honor duel," Severus provided. "You will lose your house, your name, maybe even your magic should you lose."

"He's just a student. I doubt I'll have any trouble." Karkaroff scoffed hautily.

"I'm not the one you will face." Potter gave the man the most Slytherin grin he'd ever seen on anyone's face.

"As the Eldest Lord Peverell of three, the youngest not yet born and the other still a school boy, it is I you shall face. I suggest getting your affairs in order, you may be indisposed for a time." Tom smirked as Karkaroff's face twisted in horror as Tom's painfully familiar magic brushed against the other man's teasingly.

"M-my Lord-"

"You've made your bed, Karkaroff." Severus interrupted the man that was paling at an amusing rate. "Now you must lie in it."

"I will owl you the details before the end of the day." Tom hummed. "The failure to answer the summons will result in the removal of your magic."

"I know the risks." The man deflated before shuffling off.

"What condition does my sister have?" Potter asked after the defeated man had left earshot.

"Severus, you should check your personal potions stores." Tom gave as an answer to the equally curious potions master.

"Oh, bugger." Severus so eloquently muttered followed by a string of indecipherable expletives before he spoke normally once more. "Harry, you're an uncle, again."

"Didn't you spend this whole semester trying to find away so that wouldn't happen the first time?" The teen looked to be holding in his amusement at the situation.

"Yes, and I regret none of it." Severus said warmly.

"Good, I'd have to break your nose if you regretted my sister." Potter's tone was colder than he thought the bright boy capable of.

"Don't put words in my mouth." Severus sneered.

"I'm just letting you know." The teen's voice pitching up in mock offense.

Tom had left the grounds before he was made to listen to more of the bickering between the two. He needed to prepare things for his heir.

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Gideon, or was he Fabian, Prewitt sat hiding in the corner of the cellar he had woken up in when after he was hit during a raid. He knew he was hiding from something. He knew he was there for some time before he woke up. He also knew that his brother was dead. Or maybe he was trapped in a place like he was far enough away that their bond was stretched too thin.

The door opening made Fabian, no, Gideon, push himself deeper into the corner behind the old wardrobe as he could get and as quietly as he could be. The footsteps hurting his head as they came down. He needs to leave, needs to get to someone who can help, needs-

With a weirdly familiar feeling he was dropped outside of the wards around a manor. He made the choice of walking as far into the wards as his shaky legs could carry him as the weight of feeling too incomplete weighed down on him.

He was greeted with the sight of albino peacocks before he succumbed to his weariness and toppled to the drive before him. He nearly loss consciousness as he laid there prone, luckily far enough away from the wards that he wasn't visible. He could hear someone striding closer in a rage.

"Prewitt! You dare show up here after what your twin did to my daughter!" Was that Lucius Malfoy?

Fideon looked up, he didn't know why this man would help him but he knew.

"Help." Gabian said, his voice hoarse from misuse, was he screaming before he woke up?

That had made the blond pause. Without a word he cast what felt like a diagnostic spell on him, it made his heart beat weirdly and his head buzz.

"Come on then." Malfoy said through gritted teeth as he levitated the broken man.

The buzzing got louder. He felt sick.

Before Gideon even noticed that they were now in a sick room of sorts with another person he was set down on a bed and someone was fluttering about him to help with healing him enough to have a conversation. At least that's what Fabian had hoped but the buzzing and the feeling of another's magic made him feel worse.

"He looks a little green." The muffled voices of a man that wasn't Malfoy filtered through the buzzing.

And then Gabian drifted off to the welcome embrace of sleep.