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Aegon Targaryen, Headmistress Office – Hogwarts.

"How have you been adapting, Heir Black?" the headmistress of the school asked politely to the young man sitting before her.

Aegon had been sorted into Slytherin, to the surprise of absolutely no one considering the company he kept, and during these past few weeks he had been adapting to the social structure of this school. To his complete lack of surprise, many of the Slytherin students had not looked favorably upon the enormous amount of privileges Aegon possessed, nor the fact that Druella, Daphne and Pansy seemed to have become his shadows, ignoring the rest of the wizards in the school.

And consequently, Aegon had to... apply an appropriate correction.

Flashback.

"So, the problem is the approach? The way I... plan the spell inside my mind?" Pansy asked, walking as usual alongside her two best friends, the three of them levitating around the handsome and newly acclaimed Heir Black.

Aegon nodded calmly and replied.

"It is, although it is true that some spells are demanding, the greatest limitation the three of you possess lies within your minds. Your entire lives you have grown up believing that certain spells are only for powerful witches and wizards like Headmistress Ariana, and that mental block is the greatest obstacle you must free yourselves from," Aegon said calmly, causing all three witches to nod and, as usual, attempt to attract his attention.

Pansy had shortened her skirt to show off her beautiful and toned thighs, crossing her legs with elegant "innocence" every time Aegon directed his gaze toward her. On the other hand, Daphne had accentuated her beautiful chest, wearing blouses that highlighted her attributes, while Druella did the same with her rear.

The intentions of the three were more than obvious, and although his stay in this universe was temporary, it did not mean he would not enjoy himself in the process. Sooner or later he would take all three of them, of that he had no doubt. The dragon within him roared at the mental image of the three witches surrendered inside his chambers.

All three would be his, sooner rather than later, but now was not the time and Aegon had other priorities, such as continuing to learn as much magic as possible from this place.

Before long they arrived at the entrance to the Slytherin Common Room, causing the stone serpent to rise and reveal the entrance to the Common Room, and the place where Aegon would bid farewell to his witches before beginning the journey toward his personal quarters.

As usual, Aegon said goodbye to the three of them with a kiss on the lips and a playful swat, to the evident pleasure of the three serpents, who disappeared into the common room, leaving him alone to deal with the pathetic wizards who had been following him ever since they left the library.

Aegon felt the condensation of magic behind him, so he simply stepped aside, watching as the Petrificus Totalus struck the dungeon wall and, without hesitation, turned around, the spell already prepared within his wand.

A green flash emerged from Aegon's wand, releasing the paralysis spell at maximum strength. It struck the four pathetic wizards hidden among the shadows, revealing, to his complete lack of surprise, familiar faces.

His "classmates" from Slytherin, pathetic wizards who had attempted to court his witches without success.

The young dragon imagined that, in their pathetic minds, he was the reason Druella, Daphne and Pansy did not even dignify them with a glance.

"Well, well, why does it not surprise me that the little stalkers are you?" Aegon asked with amusement, nudging Flint's head with his foot while looking at him with complete contempt.

The distinguished students were completely paralyzed courtesy of the alteration spell. Some wore expressions of surprise, others of fear.

Perfect, thought the young dragon.

"Gentlemen... I believe this is the ideal moment for a brief lesson regarding boundaries and respecting the decisions of the beautiful witches of this esteemed institution," said the young dragon, glancing toward the right-hand corridor and smiling as he watched Mrs. Norris approach, meowing to draw his attention.

With a grin of cruel amusement, Aegon's hand began to glow with the characteristic purple color of Oblivion, releasing the... interesting spell that Brelyna had tested upon him several months ago.

The group of inept wizards were enveloped in spheres of purple magic, evidence that the influence of Oblivion was affecting their bodies, and an instant later the five young men had disappeared completely, replaced by five small rodents that squeaked in terror toward the now interested Mrs. Norris, who began walking toward them with deliberate slowness, as if she could somehow sense the desperation and terror of the students.

Aegon retired to his quarters at the exact same moment the insignificant mice began to run. It was going to be... a very long night for them.

Flashback End.

As was to be expected, word quickly spread regarding what had happened, and Aegon became, without ever intending it, the de facto Leader of House Slytherin. However, since it was a truly insignificant title and Aegon had far more important matters to occupy his time with, Druella, Daphne and Pansy appointed themselves as his... official spokespersons.

Although that was not particularly important, Aegon's attention was entirely focused on the familiar diary. Headmistress Ariana was looking at him with more than evident curiosity and hope in her gaze.

"This object, I know very well that it is familiar to you. I would like... your professional opinion regarding it," said the woman, causing Aegon to nod softly as he took the diary into his hands.

Even after several weeks, the putrid remnants of dark magic still permeated its pages, easily recognizable to those who possessed the necessary arcane knowledge.

"This is putrid magic. I recognize the stench of soul magic when I smell it. The blood of the innocent, taken by force. Some kind of container used to preserve the soul of a deceased sorcerer or witch. A final gambit used by fools who refuse to accept Death for what it truly is, the next step upon the path," said Aegon, shaking his head and placing the object back upon the desk, causing the Headmistress to nod.

"Yes. Elizabeth was always brilliant, one of the most powerful and talented witches I ever knew, but her arrogance... I never imagined she would dare create something as monstrous as this," said the Headmistress with genuine irritation in her voice before handing a book to Aegon, who accepted it calmly.

"Secrets of the Darkest Art. What a promising title," the young dragon joked, opening the curious volume and grimacing as he observed the grotesque ritual in question.

Aegon and Ariana remained silent for quite some time, time that the young sorcerer used to read through the book, his expression darkening with every page he turned.

Until he reached an important page, one apparently marked by the Headmistress.

"Horcruxes," said the dragon, and the mere act of speaking the word caused Aegon to shudder.

Magic itself recognized this thing as an abomination, and the more he read, the angrier he became.

Until finally, with a heavy sigh, he spoke.

"I have seen some truly dark things during my hunts. I have slain dark witches and wizards, but none of them ever dared commit such a vile act. To divide your soul in order to avoid death? I honestly cannot imagine a more cowardly act than that," said Aegon with complete sincerity, causing the Headmistress to nod in agreement.

"Due to your evident experience in the field of soul magic, I wish to entrust you with the design and creation of a method for tracking these objects," said the woman, surprising Aegon.

"Objects? In the plural? Do you believe this foolish Riddle was capable of fragmenting her soul more than once? By Talos, that is... reckless on so many levels that it is no longer amusing, but deeply concerning."

Ariana nodded, sharing Aegon's obvious concern.

"I know, and I understand. That is why I am kindly requesting your assistance in locating all of them, as well as doing whatever is necessary to deal with Emily Riddle," said the witch, rising to her feet and walking toward the balcony, staring out toward the horizon while evidently lost in thought.

Aegon did not answer for quite some time, although if he was being honest, he already had his answer. The Headmistress had done nothing but treat him with courtesy, providing him with aid, food and shelter, and the only thing she requested in return was Aegon's expertise in exterminating this plague.

A rather fair bargain.

"I will need some freedom regarding classes and those sorts of things, but I fear that will draw even more attention toward me. The Slytherins are already grumbling about preferential treatment, and the last thing I need is to cause problems for you," Aegon admitted with his hands behind his back.

Ariana waved the concern away and replied.

"Do not worry about that, my Lord. I will personally deal with every complaint regarding the matter," said the woman, causing Aegon to nod.

"Then you have a deal. I will take the diary and study it. I want to map the arcane threads and attempt to extrapolate the frequency. Maybe I will have a prototype in a couple of months, perhaps sooner with the assistance of Lily and Aurora," said Aegon automatically, using the first names of both women and causing Ariana to raise an amused eyebrow.

"I understand, my Lord. And once again, thank you for your support, truly," said the woman with a sigh before directing her attention toward a particular portrait.

Unlike the others, this one did not move at all. It was old and depicted five people, two adults and three children.

Apparently Aegon's curiosity was noticed by Ariana, who intervened with extreme gentleness.

"A family portrait of House Dumbledore, my Lord. My parents, Kendra and Percival Dumbledore, myself in the center, and my younger brothers, Aberforth and Albus," she said in a completely distracted voice, clearly lost within painful memories.

With courtesy, Aegon intervened.

"My apologies for my indiscretion, Headmistress, if I caused you to relive painful memories," he said sincerely, inclining his head in apology.

Ariana simply sighed and waved a hand dismissively.

"Do not worry, my Lord. It is... a very old wound. My parents died when I was very young, as did my dear Albus. You have offended no one," said the woman with a forced smile, and wisely, Aegon decided to change the subject.

The remainder of the afternoon was spent discussing magical theories, spells and important historical events, neither of them bringing up the subject of family again.

It was... better that way regardless.

Aurora Sinistra, North Tower – Hogwarts.

"Thank you for today's lesson, Professor!" said the pair of Ravenclaw students as they began ascending the stairs toward their common room, leaving the Astronomy Professor alone to continue her journey toward the summit of the North Tower.

The ebony beauty's heart was racing, her legs trembled, and her excitement was more than evident. Aegon had summoned her tonight to continue mapping the heavens, giving her the password to his quarters and instructing her to visit him as soon as she finished her final class.

To be honest, she had assumed that her contact with the handsome Heir Black would end the moment their project was completed, but to her surprise and secret pleasure, Aegon continued to make use of her assistance with complete naturalness. Aurora's insides could not help but tremble at the effortless way the young Black gave orders. There were no shouts, no harsh tone, only... absolute authority.

And Merlin, the professor's thoughts were becoming increasingly troublesome whenever they concerned Aegon Targaryen.

So distracted was the professor that she was surprised to discover she had already reached the young heir's personal quarters, being greeted by the imposing crest of House Targaryen.

The three-headed dragon moved, and the three heads emerged from the wall, staring silently at Aurora, judging her and measuring her worth. As usual, the ebony beauty swallowed nervously, the remnants of Aegon's powerful magic still lingering within the sculpture.

"Lord Aegon is expecting me."

The heads did not answer with words. They simply nodded and returned to their original positions as the door opened, allowing entry into the impressive chambers.

Although in truth it resembled a vast workshop far more than a luxurious suite. In fact, the only indication that Aegon actually slept here was the arcane platform floating near the ceiling of the tower, where a massive bed rested beneath a breathtaking view of the stars.

Any thoughts regarding the heavens vanished from Aurora's mind the moment she focused her attention upon the center of the room. The breath left her lungs as the sound of metal striking metal invaded her ears.

"Aurora! Come, I have to show you something," ordered the Lord, and as the well-trained witch she had become, she simply obeyed.

The workshop was a complete mess. There were scorch marks and what appeared to be traces of lightning. A bronze anvil covered in runes unfamiliar to the witch dominated one corner of the room, although what truly captured her attention was the metallic object Aegon held suspended through magic.

It was some sort of black gauntlet, covered in runes and pulsing with unstable arcane energy. Red flames and black lightning emerged with every strike delivered by the handsome Lord, who remained completely focused upon his work.

Out of habit, the professor looked toward the sky, watching in amazement as the catalytic crystal was focused upon a specific constellation.

Draco, Aurora deduced with amusement.

"What are you working on, Aegon?" the woman asked with genuine curiosity, leaning over his shoulder to get a better look.

The handsome Lord continued hammering and forging without interruption as he answered.

"A crazy theory I have, Aurora. Constellations can be used to empower rituals, which means, theoretically, they can also be used to empower artifacts, like this one," said the young wizard triumphantly as he lifted the gauntlet, still glowing red-hot.

The professor watched in astonishment as Aegon displayed no sign of pain whatsoever. Instead, to her complete disbelief, the skin of the handsome young man began absorbing the heat from the metal, tempering it rapidly and efficiently while hardening it in the process.

"By Merlin..." whispered the stunned professor, unable to take her eyes away from the scene.

Then, with a confident motion, Aegon raised the gauntlet and aimed it toward a training dummy.

And then... it happened.

Voracious crimson flames erupted forward, taking the shape of what appeared to be cosmic dragons, for lack of a better description, racing toward the unfortunate target.

The dummy was obliterated instantly.

As was the wall behind it.

Leaving Aurora utterly speechless.

"No way..." Aurora muttered, staring at Aegon with complete amazement. The young man had just built a weapon that entire Ministries would fight wars to possess.

And even more impressive.

He had done it as though it were a school project.

And just when Aurora believed nothing else could possibly surprise her...

"But that's not all. The gauntlet is only the beginning. This... is the final objective," said the young Lord confidently, raising his wand and causing the projection of a suit of armor to appear in the center of the workshop.

It was as impressive as it was terrifying. Forged from black metal and possessing an unmistakably draconic appearance, Aurora knew instantly that even as a mere projection, it had the potential to become the most powerful magical artifact in the Wizarding World.

"I intend to channel the cosmic power of the Draco constellation itself and condense it into an armor designed to enhance and amplify the user's physical and magical abilities. It is still in a very early stage, but as you can see, the potential is there," said Aegon while gesturing toward the projection.

Aurora stared at the image in absolute wonder. When her eyes drifted across the workshop, she noticed plans for a second suit of armor. This one appeared connected to the constellation Leo and was evidently designed for a woman, although she paid it little attention.

She was burning, she needs this man, she needs to be his, at this moment!

The panting witch, unable to contain herself, simply hung on the young Lord's neck and kissed him voraciously and hungrily, conveying the cursed desire and fire she felt at that moment.

Aegon responded instantly, grabbing her by the butt, eliciting a moan from Aurora in the process, and slowly leading her to the worktable.

She was placed on the table, and her gaze observed how Aegon had plans for a second armor. She is in the constellation of Leo, and, obviously, for a woman, but she did not give it importance, at least for the moment.

Aurora moaned, decomposed as she felt her clothes slowly burn, leaving her beautiful body, totally naked and available to Aegon's hungry gaze.

"Claim my virginity, Aegon... Don't make me wait any longer," the witch begged desperately.

The night was still young, and the professor never realized that three mischievous witches from House Slytherin were secretly observing everything that was taking place.

The fun was only beginning.