Arcturus stepped closer, his expression solemn yet filled with purpose. "Rigel, there's much you don't know about your heritage—and even more about the Black family."
Rigel's gaze locked onto him, curiosity mingling with confusion.
"The Black family has a magical tapestry," Arcturus began, gesturing toward a dark, ornate tapestry hanging on the far wall. "It records every member of our bloodline, alive or dead, marking those who possess the family's magic."
Arcturus moved to a concealed panel nearby, revealing a hidden room bathed in a faint, eerie glow. The tapestry stretched across the wall, shimmering with shifting faces and names woven into the fabric like living history.
"Your name appeared here," Arcturus said quietly, pointing to a newly glowing name embroidered in deep black threads—Rigel Alaric Black. The glow pulsed brighter as he spoke. "But you were not born to our family by blood. Your parents were Muggleborn wizards, and their deaths stirred something powerful inside you."
Rigel stared in disbelief. "But… how? I'm not one of you."
Arcturus's gaze softened. "Magic does not care for bloodlines alone. When your family died, your latent Black magic awoke—an echo of our ancient power."
He traced a finger along the tapestry. "That's how I found you. The tapestry revealed your awakening. It chose you as one of us."
Rigel swallowed hard, the weight of his newfound identity pressing down on him.
Arcturus continued, "Your metamorphmagus ability is rare and precious—one that the Blacks have possessed only a few times in history. It marks you as someone who can shape not just their own form, but the fate of our family and the wizarding world."
A silence hung heavy in the room as Rigel absorbed the truth.
"From this moment, you are no longer just Rigel, the boy who lost his parents," Arcturus said firmly. "You are Rigel Black—a Black in blood, magic, and legacy. And I will help you learn what that means."
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Rigel stood silently before the tapestry, the golden threads of his name still shimmering faintly among the legacy of the most feared and revered magical family in Britain.
Arcturus watched him carefully, his hands clasped behind his back, cloak still and regal.
"You must understand," Arcturus said after a moment, voice low and commanding, "the House of Black has always stood for strength. Power. Legacy. Most of our kin have forgotten that in favor of blood purity without purpose. But not all strength lies in blood alone."
Rigel's brows drew together. "Then why me?"
Arcturus stepped forward and knelt so that his face met Rigel's level, something he hadn't done since entering the room. "Because the tapestry did not merely accept you, Rigel. It claimed you."
He placed a hand over the boy's heart. "Magic, when awakened by great loss or great power, reveals truth. Your awakening triggered the old enchantments—the ones keyed to the deepest veins of Black family sorcery. The family's legacy flowed into you like instinct."
A wand flicked from Arcturus's sleeve with practiced ease. He drew a circle of silver runes midair and murmured a binding charm older than Hogwarts itself.
"I cannot leave the House of Black without a future. The rest of the family is either weak, disloyal, or lost in their own petty visions of purity and status. You—by miracle or by fate—have been chosen."
The silver runes burned in the air, then slowly floated toward Rigel, sinking into his chest one by one. He gasped as a warm, ancient magic took root inside him, like the settling of invisible armor over his bones.
"From this day forward," Arcturus intoned solemnly, "you are Rigel Alaric Black, Heir of the Ancient and Most Noble House of Black."
The magic sealed with a faint pulse, as if the very room had recognized the shift in legacy.
Rigel stood straighter, feeling older, heavier—but not in a burdensome way. More like a sword freshly forged: untested, but undeniably powerful.
Arcturus rose to his full height, a rare glimmer of pride behind his cold, calculating eyes.
"You will be trained," he said, "in the ways of magic, politics, bloodlines, and war. The world you're awakening into is far more dangerous than you know. But if you survive… you will command it."
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Author's notes.
Please give me power stones.