The Heir of Valenceus

[Alphard Valenceus]

Alphard came upon to solitary house quickly. A black wisp of smoke, he descended to the ground from out of the black, night sky. As he collided with the ground flame shoot out around him in a cone before it rose and evaporated into the air. Alphard narrowed his eyes at the doorway. A cold expression barely visible in the cloudy moonlight. Alphard's wand was already in hand. He rose his hand and the door to the house unlocked. He could tell there was a trace of magical resistance but it seemed that the Veela had still not managed to master magic.

Alphard entered the house. He could almost smell her now. Though her scent was not as enticing as it had been. Alphard's wand held up, he trained it on the man of the house when he came out to see what had disturbed his enchantments. "Where are they, Boris?!" The Veela somehow drew its wand without Alphard noticing. Alphard was hit by a spell that blew him over to his back. He lost his temper in an instant and was on his feet again. Another spell soared toward him. Alphard flourished his cloak out in front of it and caught it as though with a shield. He then executed his own attack and did not hold back, "Avada Kedavra!" The green light hit the aging Veela in the chest.

Alphard shook his cloak to dust it off. He stepped over the lifeless body of his former ally. It now occured to Alphard that Boris had not recognized him. Alphard laughed softly at the way it had worked out.

Alphard stopped at the door the man must have come out of, it was the one that wasn't barred and locked and it hung open. Alphard pushed it open with his free hand. The room was empty. He looked to another door, it was unlocked but closed. As he reached for the doorknob, he heard the knocking from behind the third locked door. Alphard stared at this door for a moment as though he could see through it.

After a moment, he pushed the second door open. A woman was cradling a small child in her arms. "Let go of my child, woman!" Alphard screamed loudly. He saw confusion and fear mix when Boris' wife heard his command. She put Lyncis down and stood in front of him protectively. Alphard's face contorted in rage and he raised his wand again, "Avada Kedavra!" The woman's expression changed to one of recognition as she must have just realized who was assaulting her home. It was too late, however, she had angered him too greatly. Alphard lowered his wand to his side. "You are free, my son. Come to your father." He smiled warmly, despite the double murder he had just commited.

[lydia]

Lydia was awake when the flash of light from the Alphard's fire display dispelled the darkness outside momentarily. For a moment, Lydia passed the flash of as lightning. She heard her parent's door burst open a moment later. An unknown voice was heard. Then what sounded unmistakably like fighting. Lydia was up and by her bedroom door in an instant. She heard a lock being hastily unfastened. Lydia began to beat her arm against her door as she heard the door to Lyncis' room open and close. By the time she heard the unknown voice shout again, she had given up trying to attract attention. This time she identified the man, though she did not need the context of his statement to tell. She had been on the receiving end of like tantrums before.

[lyncis]

The house had been unusually quiet that night, almost as a sign that something out of the ordinary would soon be happening. Little Lyncis Valenceus was sitting on the floor, on his grandmother's lap. She was humming a song to him and the boy was playing with his toys, unaware of anything that was happening on the other side of the door. Suddenly his grandmother raised her head and widened her eyes as though she had heard something. Lyncis hadn't heard anything. Another person, a man walked into the room and Lyncis found himself sitting on the floor, with his grandma standing in front of him, protecting him from the strange man. The man had a wand and he could produce a green light. Grandmother collapsed on the floor and Lyncis raised his eyes to look at the man in front of him. The boy chuckled. They were obviously playing some kind of a game, his grandmother would soon jump on her feet with a grin on her face.

The old woman lay motionless on the floor. Something wasn't right and Lyncis could feel it. Someone was trying to open the door and little boy recognised his mother's voice. They didn't seem to be playing anymore. Lyncis started to cry.

[Alphard Valenceus]

Alphard gazed down at the child. It seemed so long ago, his birth, Alphard hardly felt he was the same person. He watched Lyncis put the puzzle together in his mind. Alphard was annoyed to find he had come on too strong, since Lyncis began to weep. Alphard smiled. But his brain was recalling memories of rearing Melkor. How the brat would always spill tears at the slightest terror. Weakness, Alphard's intrusive sister had always been there to comfort Alfie. It had bred weakness in the boy.

Alphard swept across the room gracefully. He plucked Lyncis off the floor and held the boy to his chest. "Do not cry for these pitiful fools, my boy. We shall find you new grandparents. After all, daddy's here now."