A Wizards Fairytale

Chapter 4

Aries, Iris, Jacques, and Gabrielle entered the Great Hall. Aries looked around with interest. His mother had been right about one thing. The ceiling was magical. It was enchanted to look like the night sky, dark and full of beautiful twinkling nights. He was reminded of all the times he had laid on the roof of whatever house his mother and he were living at and simply admired them. Aries liked looking at stars. More so, he liked the idea that, no matter where you go, the sky never changes. You always see the same moon and the same sun. Iris seemed to be in awe of it as well.

"That's beautiful," she murmured softly in Greek as they sat down at the tables designated for the foreign students. Instead of sitting with her fellow Durmstrang students, Iris had stayed with Aries and the Beauxbaton students. Aries had to agree with his cousin's statement. No matter how tacky the rest of the castle was, this was truly amazing.

Gabrielle raised her eyebrows. "I thought you two were going to let us in on your secret club," she teased. Truthfully, it irritated her that she couldn't speak Greek because Aries used it so much of the time. Sure, she had picked up a few phrases over the years, but she dearly wished to speak the language. Gabrielle never understood how her friend knew so many.

"Sorry," Iris blushed. It always felt awkward going back to school after a summer back home. The Kalgarias family flowed in and out of Greek in conversations without even noticing. This happened mostly amongst the younger children. Her parents knew English as well as her aunt and uncle, but her grandparents (technically great-grandparents) and great aunts and uncles didn't.

Aries just smirked at her. He never had problem transitioning to different languages. He suspected it was from years of moving around and hearing people speak different languages. Like his cousin, however, Aries's default language was Greek.

Iris stuck her tongue out at him. "Really mature," he teased. Gabrielle and Jacques just watched this squabble with amusement. It was nice to see Aries unwind a bit. Their attention was quickly turned to the Hogwarts headmaster. Aries discretely narrowed his eyes at both his biological mother and father sitting at the professor's table. He recognized them from his mother's pictures. She had always made sure he knew what they looked like, showing him all her old pictures from Hogwarts and when he was a baby.

"I want you to forgive them one day," she had requested during one of these times. Aries had simply nodded his head, but he never intended on doing that. He could never forgive them for putting him with them, for so carelessly abandoning him. For not being good parents.

Lily and James seemed to be deep in discussion. Aries immediately recognized the man to James's right. It was Sirius Black, the man his mother had loved to the point of madness, the one she would cry over at night when she thought he couldn't hear. A rage boiled to the very core of Aries. He wanted nothing more to harm this man, to cause him pain. Ironically, this man was also his godfather.

Dumbledore stood up to make welcome the foreign students, but Sirius didn't hear a word that came out of his mouth. He was focused on the Beauxbaton boy, Zana's son. Sirius hadn't felt this confused in years. The boy certainly looked like a Kalgarias from what Sirius knew. He had the olive skin, roguishly handsome good likes, and height of a Kalgarias male. He had Zana's smile, the smile Sirius had treasured for so many years. And yet, Sirius had doubts. The boy's eyes, a light green, seemed out of place. Blue and blue-green eyes were the norm for a Kalgarias. No, those eyes, they didn't belong to a Kalgarias.

The boy's expression exiting the carriage had been one that didn't belong to someone that young. It was one of strength, the kind of strength that only came with being broken and put back together. His expression was hard and cold, reminding Sirius greatly of an experienced soldier. His eyes, however, gave away his emotions. The green eyes blazed with anger, an anger Sirius didn't know the source but felt nevertheless. The boy met his eyes, and Sirius looked away immediately. How the hell could a kid that young be so angry? One thing was sure. He was definitely watching out for him.