Harry Potter: The Progenitor Of Dark Arts

After their conversation the previous day, Lucius couldn't stop thinking about Dante. The revelations had left him shaken to his core. Was it true? Was Dante really the founder of their house, reborn as his son? If so, how had it happened? And more importantly, how dangerous was Dante? What could he be planning? The questions swirled in Lucius's mind like a storm, leaving him more unsettled with each passing moment. To say he was scared would be an understatement.

What made it worse was that Lucius couldn't share his fears with anyone—not even Narcissa. Who would believe such an absurd story? And even if they did, what would Dante do to him and the rest of the family? The memory of Dante's wandless and silent magic, which had stripped Lucius of control over his own body, haunted him. He hadn't been able to move or make a sound. What other strange and terrifying magic did Dante possess?

As Lucius sat in his study, lost in thought, Narcissa entered the room. He didn't notice her until she called his name, snapping him out of his reverie. "Lucius?" she said, her voice tinged with concern. "Are you feeling all right? You look paler than usual."

Lucius quickly composed himself, forcing a smile. "I'm fine," he said. "Just tired."

Narcissa frowned. "You should rest. Maybe take a nap."

Lucius shook his head. "There's no need. I'm fine."

Narcissa hesitated, then asked a question that caught Lucius off guard. "Were you really thinking of making Draco the next head of the house?"

Lucius froze, his eyes widening in shock. Narcissa continued, her tone careful but probing. "So Dante was telling the truth. But why? Dante is the oldest, and while I don't like comparing them, he's showing more potential than Draco."

Lucius remained silent, his mind racing. How much did Narcissa know? How much had Dante told her? He struggled internally, trying to find the right words. Finally, he sighed and said, "Dante is a genius—a unique child. He's far too unique, and he's clearly not interested in being the heir. I'll respect his decision and let him focus on his studies and magic."

Narcissa's expression shifted to one of deep concern. This wasn't like Lucius. He was a man who always put the family's legacy first, who always made decisions based on what he believed was right. For him to say he would respect Dante's wishes was… unusual.

"Dante is still a child," Narcissa said carefully. "He might change his mind in the future."

Lucius pursed his lips, clearly conflicted. After a moment, he sighed again. "For now, Draco is the head of the family. If Dante changes his mind in the future, that's a different story."

Narcissa nodded, though her worry didn't fade. She decided to change the subject, summoning Dobby with a wave of her hand. "Dobby," she said, "what are my children doing?"

The house-elf bowed low. "Master Dante is teaching Master Draco magic, Mistress."

Narcissa smiled, her expression softening. "That's good to hear. Prepare some tea for us, Dobby."

Dobby disappeared with a pop, and Narcissa turned to Lucius with a laugh. "I'm glad Dante plays with Draco sometimes. It's good for them to bond."

But Lucius's face was pale, his expression tense. "You heard Dobby," he said, his voice low. "Dante is teaching Draco magic."

Narcissa rolled her eyes. "Oh, Lucius, they are just playing pretend. Don't overthink it."

Lucius stood abruptly, his chair scraping against the floor. "Probably not," he said, his tone grim. He strode out of the room, heading toward where Dante and Draco were. Narcissa followed, her worry deepening. Her husband was acting strange, and she didn't like it.

As they approached the room where Dante and Draco were, Narcissa couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. Lucius's behavior was off, and she didn't know what to make of it. Was he sick? Stressed? Or was there something more going on that she didn't understand?

When they entered, the scene before them was both amusing and intriguing. Draco stood in the center of the room, his small hands gripping a stick tightly. His face was scrunched up in concentration, his eyes squinting as he pointed the stick at a dragon plush that lay on the floor a few feet away. Dante stood beside him, watching with a calm, almost approving expression.

Narcissa's lips curved into a soft smile as she observed the two boys. "What are you two up to?" she asked, her voice warm but laced with curiosity.

Draco turned to look at his parents, his face lighting up with excitement. "Dante is teaching me magic!" he declared proudly, puffing out his chest as if he had just accomplished something monumental.

Narcissa raised an eyebrow, her gaze shifting to Dante. "Is that so? And what kind of magic is he teaching you, darling?"

"Show them, Draco," Dante said simply.

Draco's focus returned to the dragon plush. He tightened his grip on the stick, his small face scrunching up even more as he concentrated. With a sudden burst of energy, he thrust the stick forward with all the strength his little body could muster. For a brief moment, the tip of the stick glowed faintly, and the dragon plush flipped over, landing at a 90-degree angle from its original position.

Draco turned to his parents, his chest heaving with exertion but his face beaming with pride. "I am a wizard now!" he announced, his voice filled with triumph.

Narcissa's eyes widened in surprise. She glanced at Dante, her expression a mix of astonishment and concern. "Are you really teaching him?" she asked.

Dante nodded "Draco is still young," he said matter-of-factly. "If he can perform basic magic with a stick now, casting spells with a wand in the future will be a simple matter for him."

Narcissa frowned. She stepped forward, her maternal instincts kicking in. "Draco is too young for this, and you are even younger to be a teacher" she said firmly. "Draco shouldn't start learning so early. It's wrong." She turned to Lucius, her eyes expecting his support. "Lucius, tell them."

Lucius, who had been silent until now, his eyes flickering between Draco and Dante. His mind raced with thoughts, weighing the situation carefully. Dante had told him to raise Draco, and it seemed he was serious about helping him. For the first time, Lucius considered the possibility that Dante might not be a threat to their family but rather an asset. He was, after all, their ancestor—a powerful wizard who was knowledgeable and powerful.

Taking a deep breath, Lucius finally spoke. "Dante is right," he said. "We should support our children. Draco learning magic now isn't a bad thing."

Narcissa stared at him, clearly shocked by his response. "Lucius, how can you say that? He's too young!"

Lucius held up a hand to silence her. "I agree with Dante, this will help Draco in the long run" he said firmly.

Narcissa opened her mouth to argue but stopped herself. She looked at Draco, who was still grinning from ear to ear, and then at Dante, who stood silently. Finally, she sighed, her shoulders slumping in reluctant acceptance.

"Very well," she said softly. "But we must ensure Draco isn't pushed too hard and we can't let the two of them practice alone without supervision."

Lucius nodded, his gaze shifting to Dante. "We trust you," he said, though his tone carried an unspoken warning. "But remember, he is our son."