His son

↱ 04:RISE OF THE RIDDLES

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" Are monsters born or created."

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Saros Riddle was fifteen years old when his brother was born. He was fifteen when the entire course of his life changed. He grew up isolated and alone. Not being allowed around anybody not in their families inner circle and the majority of the sacred 28  didn't have children around his age. Saros didn't mind this unlike his brother he preferred to be alone. Sober and alone.

He was only privately tutored and mastered the art of wand-less magic and oclumensy when he was thirteen not to gloat but Saros Riddle was exceptionally skilled in magic and would sometimes get a nod of approval from his father. This to Saros was the biggest show of praise he could ever receive.

Saros Salazar Riddle laid fast asleep in an arm chair in the Malfoy manor library his light snores and heavy breathing filled the air. The moon light danced across the boys face giving him a particularly angelic look.
But Saros Riddle was anything but angelic. His slumber was cut short by the calls of a house elf.
Saros stared at the thing in annoyance as he made a quick move to wipe the drool on his cheek.

"Mistress Riddle wanted trixie to inform you that young master Riddle has been born my lord."

She squeaked out before disappearing.
He rolled his eyes letting out a yawn As he stretched  his legs.  Tossing  his book  onto the floor before making making his way out the library.
Catching  a glimpse of himself in the mirror he fixed his rumpled state. He spared a quick glance  at the clock it was only 4 in the morning. The library was set in complete darkness besides a few lit candles and the moonlight that crept through the open drapes. He'd fallen asleep working on some potions work as he and the other residents of the house waited patiently for his brother to be born. He wasn't necessarily excited about the baby but he wasn't upset about it either. The child wouldn't take anything away from him. His place  as his fathers heir and his plans for him were secured he was certain.

He pulled his hoodie over his head and looked down at his attire as he walked the halls of the Malfoy Manor. He was wearing a black hoodie with a pair of green and silver pajama pants.
He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. It was late if they didn't want him to show up in his pajamas then she should've held off till breakfast.

He found Cassiopeia holding a sleeping Lucius on her hip. She looked tired with her blond hair in a messy braid dressed in her nightgown. He'd never seen her so disheveled it was almost comical. If he wasn't so tired he might've made a joke maybe even  offer to hold Lucius but he just wanted to get this baby business over with and check on his mother.

Cassiopeia regained her train of thought when she saw Saros  and sent him a smile.
"They're in there." She said pointing to the door on the left and fixing Lucius on her hip.

Saros merrily nodded and stood out the door hesitant to open it. He let out a deep breath pressing his forehead against the door as his hand lingered on the handle. He was just about to turn around and tell Cassiopeia to tell his mother he wasn't feeling well when the door opened revealing an annoyed looking abaraxas. His eyes softened when he saw saros his anger being replaced with something he could only determine as sadness.
Fuck he thought  now he had to go in. Abaraxas held the door open for him as he walked in.
Holding eye contact with him until he shut the door. Saros had half a mind to faint right here feign some sort of illness to avoid turning around.

"Saros."
He let out a sigh  pulling at his fingers  as he turned around and met his mother's eyes. She sent him a smile as she sat there in bed with the baby wrapped in her arms.
"Come saros."
Slight shivers wracked his spine as his gaze met his fathers hard  stare. He stood statically next to his mother's bed making no move to hold or comfort the baby as he began to thrash around in his mother's arms. Saros couldn't help but wonder if this was how his father acted when he was born. Maybe slightly worse considering they were seventeen at the time.
Saros took his place besides his mother as she patted an empty spot next to her. She fixed the baby so that he laid attop her legs as she held onto his hands. Saros stared down at the baby unsure of what to think or feel by him.