Xion had always been dismissive. Dismissive towards his guardians, tutors, and servants. Why shouldn't he? He was the son of Lord Voldemort. Rules and social norms didn't, in his opinion, apply to him.
However, he was not dismissive when a servant delivered a yellowed, parchment envelope with emerald ink:
Mr X. Riddle
i/c Lord and Lady Mulciber
of the Noble House of Mulciber
Mulciber Manor
Xion had a gleeful yet darkly mischievous grin on his face. It was time.
"Uncle?" Xion called, voice level, hiding his grin.
"Yes, Xion?"
"I have my letter."
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Xion
FanfictionThe son of Lord Voldemort, Xion Riddle (OC), goes to Hogwarts, becomes academically achieved and popular. But when Professor Harry Potter tells him to 'cool it,' Xion loses it - causing drama that eventually ends up in... Well, you'll see. Story occ...
