Xion

One | Robes and the Hogwarts Express

It was a fine August morning when the Mulcibers set out to Diagon Alley to get Xion and their son's school supplies.

While Lord and Lady Mulciber gathered his other supplies, Xion was fit for robes at Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions.

Xion smirked as another boy his age walked into the shop. The boy had blue eyes, almost a bright sapphire, with sandy-blond, curly hair, and pale skin. He was about an inch shorter than Xion, which thrilled him.

"Hogwarts, too?" Xion asked the boy once the boy had been stood on a stool.

"Yes," the boy answered, clenching and unclenching his hands.

"Nervous?" Xion asked, amused.

"No," the boy lied.

Xion's smirk grew. "Lying doesn't suit you."

"Fine," the boy said. "I'm nervous. I'm not good around people."

"What is your name?" the boy asked. "I'm Newt Scamander the Second, but I go by 'Theo'."

"Xion. Xion Riddle," Xion replied. "You're related to the author of Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them?"

"Yes. My great-grandfather. I want to live up to his legacy."

"I'm sure you will," Xion replied with false warmth, a skill he had picked up long ago.

Once they both had their robes fitted, Theo smiled at Xion with a genuine warmth that surprised him.

"See you on the train," Theo waved goodbye.

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Indeed, Xion did.

"Can I sit here?"

Xion had just settled into the otherwise-empty compartment. "Suit yourself," he said dismissively, looking out the window and at the English Countryside which rapidly went by.

Theo sat across from him. "Not much of a talker," Theo observed.

"Correct," Xion replied, smirking internally.

"Your name's Xion, right?" Theo asked for confirmation.

"Yes," Xion replied. "Xion Riddle."

Theo paused. "Wasn't Riddle Voldemort's real surname?"

Xion smiled. "Yes, it was."

Theo looked surprised. "So you're...?"

"His son, yes," Xion smirked. "Proud of it."

"You're proud to be the son of a m–?!" Theo started incredulously before he was interrupted by the compartment door opening.

"Hello," said the voice of a girl. She was their age, by the looks of her. She was an inch or so taller than Xion which slightly annoyed him. "Can I sit here?"

Xion grumbled silently and internally as Theo said, "Of course," without asking him. After all, the world should revolve around him, right?

"I'm Alice," the girl introduced. "Alice Avery." She smiled brightly.

Avery?  Xion thought, internally grinning quite evilly.

"Avery," Xion said. "I'm... familiar with that surname. Tell me, do you know your grandfather's occupation?"

Alice's expression darkened.

"I didn't mean to offend you," Xion said politely, ever the charmer. "I respect Death Eaters."

"Why would you?" she asked tensely.

"I'm the son of Lord Voldemort," Xion smirked, reveling in the priceless looks on their faces.

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Author Note: Feedback, please? I already have Chapter Two written, but a second set of eyes is never bad.