When the Impossible Becomes Possible By VisciousRos

Chapter 8 : The Start of a Right and Left Hand

The next morning during breakfast as I sat down to enjoy a full hearty breakfast I didn't have to wait long for Blaise and Neville to join me on either side of me.

"How did Wand shopping go with Professor Sprout?" I asked toward Neville giving him my full attention. I truly was curious as to what kind of wand Neville would end up with for his wand.

" Twelve and a half Aspen, Unicorn hair, Rigid." He states with confidence and for the first time in his life kept his head high and met our eyes evenly. It's amazing what gaining your true wand and having people believe in you can truly do for one's confidence. Neville knew that for the first time he had people willing to not only fight for him but also lift him up should he fall, and it was that, that helped him gain confidence to stand tall at my side.

"Well if it isn't famous Potter. I hope you know to not make friends with the wrong sort. Of course, I can help you there." A unwanted voice interrupted our breakfast as Malfoy stopped in front of our table and held his hand out toward me while sneering at my future confidants gaining my wrath and disdain. Because why would I waste my time on a child who hides behind his father?

"I would watch what you say to those you don't fully know. I also find it unbecoming of a Pure-blood Heir to a Noble House not knowing who his betters are by the Rings they wear upon their fingers." I speak slowly having a undercurrent of a hiss to my words as I allowed my two known Headships to the Black and Potter Houses show on my fingers. Watching his face drain of color as he realized his blunder and how his father would be upset with him along with his mother. It was well known fact that Narcissa Malfoy was born a Black and was forced to bow to the whims of the Lord Black or fear being disowned and having her marriage annulled.

"Do not presume to tell one above you who they can and cannot befriend. This will be your only warning Heir Malfoy." Neville surprisingly speaks up with authority and a look of disdain and anger at the slight done to me. Neville also allowed his Heir Ring to show making it known that if Malfoy wasn't careful, he could cause a Blood Feud with another Ancient and Noble House. Blaise seemed to agree as he allowed his magic to rise and show his displeasure toward Malfoy.

"My apologies Lord Potter-Black." Malfoy rushed out while bowing toward me before rushing off most likely to find a way to fix his blunder and to write a letter to his parents of the mistake he had made and the possible repercussions that would follow.

"Thank you for having my back Neville, Blaise." I say sending them both a smile of thanks that they returned in full even as I let my magic wrap around them as I let my hands rest on their shoulders in thanks.

"What kind of friends and right hands would we be if we didn't speak up?" Blaise questioned with full mischief showing in his eyes. Blaise was a Dark Pure-blood so knows what to watch out for when it came to be rising Dark Lords and knew exactly what I was becoming and where I wished for him to stand.

"Ah how could I think otherwise! You two are such faithful minions and Right Hands!" I exaggeratedly exclaim waving my hands toward them making them crack up in mirth. This was truly a blessing in disguise since it allowed me to witness how they would react to those who would oppose me.

"In all seriousness I hope you know you can depend on us, I hope you know that no matter what I would always choose you." Neville spoke softly but with an undercurrent of strong belief in oneself and allowing his complete loyalty to show through. Neville might not have grown up knowing how one would become a Dark Lord and gain their Followers but he knew I had stuck by him since the Express and that my magic felt like home and made his own long to submit to my own and claimed as one of my own.

"I'm completely with Neville on this one Hadrian." Blaise speaks up allowing a serious look to overtake his face as he watched me intensely not wanting anyone to mistake his words for how serious they were as a joke.

"Loyalty for loyalty my friends." I say before we get up to head to our classes for today all our minds lost in thoughts of what was to come and how we were all ready for it. The day went by quickly and the class I was sort of dreading past in a blur. The possessed Defense teacher didn't pay any attention toward me at all which surprisingly threw me off and kind of disappointed me at the same time since I had in a way been hoping to get some type of reaction from him.