When Blood Comes Calling

The Last Strike

Something big was going happen. The feeling was in the air, it saturated everything in a feeling of impending danger. Even the normally chattering birds were silent, as if sensing the tension. Damian knew it, he felt it. He just hoped it wasn't something with Hadrian and Marcus, over the last months Damian really started to see them as his brothers.

Going down to the Great Hall in the silent halls Damian thought back to the last session. It was a battle strategy. Something Ron was really good at. Once, it was finished Hadrian ended the session with "pick your battles. Don't let the battles pick you. Choices must be made but stay true to you." He couldn't help but think that Hadrian may know something which seems like those two always do.

On the other side of the castle high up in the sky unnoticed by everyone, a letter landed on a desk. Hadrian, sat back seeing the handwriting. Opening up the parchment it was short. It is ready. He set the parchment down shakily releasing tension that built up with seeing those words. Taking a quill in his hands he lightly dipped it into the ink well, before touching the fresh sheet of parchment. In loopy elegant cursive Hadrian addressed the letter to Damian. It was addressing the plan something he though he wouldn't have to write down ever. Hadrian just never expected to take in Damian as a brother more the Potters, but he did in his own way. It was no where near an actual family but it was something. He looked towards his trusty owl after sealing the letter. "Send this to him tomorrow when he's alone." He commanded the white feathered owl, as he stood up he heard a hoot and then continued down the winding stair case towards their room.

The groaning bricks moved out of his way as he stepped through the fireplace seeing Marcus reading another book on the couch. "Its time."

Marcus hummed "I thought as much."

It happened fast but snow fell covering Hogwarts' ground. The end of the semester was finally been coming up. Hadrian lasted all semester with Marcus on the top. They despite what the Order though were well liked but intimidating two in the school. The golden trio grew up. Nothing like they had been before. The school protection was never better before this time.

Together Hadrian with Marcus and a few other Slytherins, quickly made their way to the Great Hall where the rest of the teachers and students had gathered for breakfast. Chatter was heard throughout the hall, all excited for the winter holidays, when the owls started to deliver their mail for the day and once the newspapers uncoiled, the mood was tense and everyone was on high alert.

The Jokers Strike Again

After these few calm months' tragedy struck again in lower Hogsmeade. Two joker cards were found at the scene ....

The room fell silent. No one dared to make a single noise, no one even dared to whisper. The Great Hall felt like a ghost town, eerie and still. Only the sound of soft breathing and the flickering of candles could be heard.

Hadrian and Marcus shared a look when. A loud crash echoed through the Great Hall. The doors burst open and a group of Aurors flooded in, their wands at the ready, Minister Fudge was in the lead.

"What is the meaning of this?" Professor Dumbledore asked, standing up from his chair at the head table.

"The deal has been broken. I will not stand for this injustice," Fudge said, his eyes darting around the room.

The tension in the room rose as accusations started flying. Hadrian and Marcus remained calm, but both were on high alert, scanning the room as Aurors stations around the hall and more coming towards the Slytherin table.

Suddenly, as if coming the greatest epiphany Damian looked towards the two knowing what will happen now. But with a subtle shake of Hadrian's head told Damian this wasn't his battle to chose.