A New Name

1947, 28 July- Monday.

This was a bloody disaster. Adrian was still trying to understand it all, this, that- every fucking thing! The thing that was causing this mental breakdown was the fact that he was no longer Adrian Coleman- no… apparently, his name was now Orion. It didn't make sense. He was having a hard time trying to even make sense of it all.

It didn't sit well with him at all that the face he was seeing wasn't his. It was someone else. The face was handsome and just as young as # was, perhaps eighteen as well. This person had dark black hair. The hair was as light as the sea at night, with black strands glistening in broad impressionist bands that flowed as sweetly as a poet's ink and quill. The hair wasn't long.

Then the eyes, another feature that was nowhere similar to the ones he was born with- the ones he was used to. His eyes were grey with cement. His grey midwinter eyes drew in a delicate ebb. It glistened like stars melting in platinum, bringing out every detail. It was the grey of the last ashes on the fire blown in the breeze; the grey of a pigeon's wing, soft as down; and the grey of the ocean an instant before the first rays of morning struck the water.

He stared into those eyes… they were his? Yet they weren't. He wasn't truly this so-called Orion, nor would he ever be. He was different, completely different. They had different hobbies, different likes, and different dislikes. He would never be the Orion that his loved ones knew and cared for. He stole from them all, stole the real Orion from them all.

He blinked slowly as he tried to steady his breathing. He closed those eyes that were now his.

Letting it all sink in, he opened those eyes again, a small tear trailing down the side of his nose, ever so slowly, mocking him as he stared at it. It was as though he could feel it all-the pain, the suffering from his death.

He had died.

Drowned.

He could feel himself panicking all over again- the fear consuming him as he tried so hard to breathe. He sunk, dragged down to the depth of the sea. The pressure of the seawater caused a stabbing pain in his eyes and ears.

No matter how much he tried to move his legs to reach that surface, he couldn't. His legs had been so tired, he just couldn't anymore. He would no longer hear the music, the chatter from the lakeside beach anymore. Nobody was looking. No one had seen. He wasn't some child under the watchful eye of his mother or father. He was old enough to take care of himself. He was eighteen, after all, yet he couldn't save himself.

He could no longer hold his breath, the cold water rushing in, all the illusions of surviving gone. Soon the oxygen deprivation took away the thoughts he had left- he would not return to his loved ones, and he had accepted it.

There was nothing at all he could do but accept it. He hadn't been ready to die. He had so much to live for, people who cared and who he cared for in return. Those smiles, those hugs, those memories no longer there for him to relive- he was alone, so alone in this new world he knew nothing about, all he knew was a name- Orion.

He felt like he couldn't breathe all over again. He gasped as he clutched his chest, sobs escaping those lips. He took a step back from the mirror, staring just staring at this person- it wasn't him, it wasn't his face, those weren't his hands, not his legs.

Those hands ran through the hair that he didn't want. He wanted none of this. He gripped the hair tightly. He hated that he could feel the pain- it was all too real. He wanted it to be over. It just couldn't be!

He was Adrian. Adrian, not Orion, just Adrian.

He couldn't control his anger. He had never felt anything like it. It was wrathful. It was consuming- everything in his path was destroyed. It was overwhelming seeing it all happen. Confusion took over. He had wanted to destroy everything in a fit of rage, and he did- yet it wasn't truly him that did it, was it?

Where was he?! Why did they move on their own, doing as he had willed? He stared down at his hands. Who was Orion? He didn't care, for this was not his life! The chairs were broken, the glass shattered, the window in pieces, the airy silence filled with his agonising deep breaths, and he pathetically crumbled to the floor.

Those hands still not leaving those dark strands.

He flinched violently at the sudden touch of 'his' shoulder. Yet he didn't move from where he was, "Are you alright, Orion?" a confused voice asked. The person seemed slightly awkward. He didn't blame him. He remembered the voice. It was the same voice that he heard once he seemed to 'awake' in this 'reality'.

He just let himself take breaths to calm down. It was just so overwhelming. It had just happened!

One second the darkness envelops him, the pain fading, then the next, he was standing in front of some boy, talking about coming back downstairs. Thoughts and emotions filled his head as the boy kept calling him by some name that wasn't his.

'Orion, would you just come back down!?' the boy hissed at him. He wanted to know who he was, and he asked, which resulted in the boy laughing as if he had said the most humorous thing. He put her hands on him. Why would he not leave him alone? He wanted to go home, yet home was nowhere near this place. This place was to be his home, was it not?

As he stormed away in confusion, nothing he saw made sense to him, the moving portraits, the walls, the floors, the ceiling- nothing was familiar.

He rushed away from him, ignoring his calls of this 'Orion'. He locked himself in a room, his breathing irregular, his eyes closed as he pressed his back against the door, trying to figure out why he felt taller than usual. Was it a dream? Perhaps an illusion his mind had created after losing so much oxygen, was the vivid 'dream' away his brain was trying to stay alive?

Then he saw that mirror in the bedroom. He saw a glimpse of the grey eyes that weren't his. Brown was what he would have expected to see, yet it was not what was in the mirror. The mirror did not show brown, hazel eyes. It didn't show his short dirty blonde locks. It showed the complete opposite.

He hadn't panicked straight away. He rather took a deep breath. That felt so real, but it wasn't, of course. That was what he had thought. He looked down to see a knife? Dagger? Tucked in the waist of his trousers. He felt it first, then lifted the blue sweater he had on, and he took it, unsheathing it, staring at the blade with curiosity.

What had Orion wanted to do with this?

He did what he thought best to prove himself right, that this was all truly a figment of his imagination.

He slit a line across his palm, pain taking over as the blood oozed out. The dagger fell to the floor as he clasped the wrist of the injured hand- it hurt so much, and that's all he needed, to know that this was real. It was all real, then he found himself staring back up at 'Orions' face.

He finally calmed down with the stranger's hand rubbing his back. He wanted to tell the boy to stop, but he couldn't. He had yet to even hear this body's voice. He didn't trust himself not to stutter or perhaps struggle to form words of a voice he had yet to use.

He was coming to terms with it. He was no longer Adrian. He raised himself from the floor, sitting on his knees. He was Orion…

"Perhaps your father crucio'd you too long, have you gone mad?" the stranger's voice echoed in a drawl through the silence. Adrian turned his head to see the boy who had lowered to the ground, a curious expression on his face. This person knew Orion. He stared and stared and could feel the nervousness the man was now emitting.

The boy seemed about thirteen, yet he was tall, but not nearly as tall as Orion was. The boy still had toom to grow- but what did he mean by crucio'd? Orion's father crucio'd him? What in the bloody hell does that mean? It better not mean fucking rape or some shit.

"This isn't funny, cousin. Just say something," the boy asked hesitantly before nodding to himself and standing, "perhaps I shall get someone." The boy spoke again.

Cousin? So that's who he was. This boy was Orion's cousin, younger cousin, to be exact if he was correct in the notion that Orion was as well eighteen as he had been in his previous life.

"No."

The boy stopped, turning his head to look at him, finally hearing his cousin's voice.

It sounded as though he had not had anything to drink in a very long time. It was very different from what Adrain was used to. His voice hadn't been this deep, yet silky, but not like this.

"You're finally speaking then?" the young boy said, crossing his arms, not at all amused, "What did you even do to this room! You don't even have your wand to have done such a thing- it's completely ruined. Perhaps you know wandless magic? Will you teach me?!"

He didn't answer. Perhaps he was going mad. Wand? Wandless magic? Was this some type of joke, but he had to believe it. He couldn't pretend what he did to this room didn't happen- magic was what happened. It reminded him of Harry Potter… perhaps this was Harry Potter. They used wands, did they not?

He stood from the ground, now taller than the boy, and smiled a small smile, "How old are you, like twelve?" It was a short reply, not even answering any of the questions his cousin had asked.

"Seriously?" the boy drawled before scoffing, "Of course, you don't know how old I am. I'm bloody thirteen, thank you very much!" the boy snapped at him, looking highly offended at being seen as younger.

"Alright, alright. Look, let's play a game," Orion said slowly, which had the boy rising a brow. Orion wanted to know more about this world.

"I don't have time for this, Orion. Your father requested that I bring you back downstairs after you childishly stormed off after being crucio'd, then I find you here, in a room you destroyed. Just come back down." The boy said, which Orion decided to just ignore.

"A game called 'humour me.'" Orion continued. The boy rolled his eyes, huffing in annoyance, "Did you hear anything I said?!" the boy snapped.

Orion hummed, "Perhaps I will after we play humour me…." Orion trailed off.

"FINE" the boy shouted.

Orion beamed at him, "Alright, let's pretend I drowned, then I was saved. Though the drowning had caused some issues, such as memory loss. That's the game. Now you must humour me by telling me who I am and things about me." Orion said, hiding the hopefulness he was feeling. Would this work?

"That's just ridiculous. It sounds boring. What do I get out of playing this stupid game?" the boy drawled, not at all amused, "…I'll teach you wandless magic?" Orion offered… he had no idea how he did it, it just did, but that was all he could offer the boy with him knowing nothing of who he now is and where he is.

The boy's grey eyes brightened at that, "Alright, where do I start… I don't know much about you, though. I won't be able to tell you your favourite colour or-"

"I don't need shit like that, for example, my name." Orion cur him off, "Ah, alright. You're Orion…"

Orion groaned, "My full name, you idiot!" he snapped at the boy, who rolled his eyes.

"There I was thinking you went mad from the cruico, but you seem to be perfectly fine and have the same awful attitude." The boy sneered at him.

Perhaps Orion was still in there somewhere, seeing as Adrian hadn't meant to snap at the boy. Even so, he felt annoyance towards him.

"You are Orion Arcturus Black, heir to the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black."

"… Um, you're eighteen years old, don't ask me when your birthday is because I have no idea, but you were born in early 1929. You were a Slytherin. You've already graduated from Hogwarts just last month. Your father is Lord Black… his name is Arcturus, and your mother's name is Melania. You have an older sister, her name is Lucretia, she married Lord Prewett some years back- I really don't know what else to say. Have we finished the game?"

Orion Black? That name was familiar, very familiar- the House of Black? This is some Harry Potter shit. He was definitely in the Harry Potter world. Wasn't Harry's godfather a Black? Sirius Black? He felt like an idiot, having not watched nor read the series. Then again, who would have thought he would be dropped right in the middle of it all.

Besides, would it have even helped with anything?! he was apparently born in 1929. His cousin had just said he was eighteen, so eighteen added onto 1929 is 1947, so they were currently in 1947, and he was pretty sure Harry Potter started in like the 1990s, though he wasn't too sure. He didn't want to speculate seeing as he knew next to nothing about the show yet he knew a few things he didn't think useful from all the ramblings his friends in his past life went on, ones he barely listened to, with each friend talking about a whole different thing.

Isn't there some evil guy too? Oh, he was so screwed. That was nearly all he knew. There's some kid named Harry Potter, who fights some antagonist… then wins?

"Finished a game? What game is this?" A feminine voice drawled from the door, and males looked towards it. Another person? In no time, he was going to be found out. He knew nothing of these people. His eyes didn't leave her. It was as though he physically couldn't. It felt like something was pulling him, edging him, telling him to go to her, touch her, kiss her- it was strange. Did Orion feel something for this girl?

He had no memories of them, sooner or later, they're going to ask something he could not make up and that would be it. She had strode into the room with purpose and authority, as though she owned the floors they were standing on and the way she was looking at them, it seemed as though she had given them some sort of 'privilege' to stand where they were stood.

"Walburga… it was just some stupid-" his cousin had started speaking but it seemed 'Walburga' had heard enough. Therefore she interrupted him.

"Look, I actually don't care. Lord Black told you to bring Orion downstairs about twenty minutes ago- we feared the worse, thinking Orion might have murdered you." Sarcasm was laced in her voice, her narrowed eyes set on his cousin.

"Go back downstairs, Cygnus." She spoke again, her voice holding authority.

Cygnus… so that's his name, what interesting names. Orion, Cygnus and now this 'Walburga'? Who in their right mind names their daughter Walburga? Imagine trying to moan that while having sex.

"But-" the glare she sent at Cygnus shut him up, and he just walked out the door. As he left, she closed it. She didn't say anything but merely walked around the room as if she was breathing it in. Then her brown gaze turned to him as if she could feel his heated gaze, "Did you do this, Orion?" she asked. He nodded silently. The tone of voice she used was alluring.

He felt so overwhelmed with emotion, yet he knew they weren't his- he felt hatred just as something in him felt love as well, but it was too much, why did he feel like this. He was trying too hard to resist the urges.

He was praying to whatever god was real in this reality that she wasn't also his cousin. She was fucking hot.

She walked toward him, and he looked down at her. Their eyes met. Her hazel eyes were the sunlight boughs of the hazel tree and the soft moss that covered it.

"Will you not use words, Orion?" she said 'sweetly'. Still, he said nothing, merely trying to understand the emotions, trying to decipher what were Adrians and what were Orion's.

Perhaps it was the natural reaction of this body when in her presence. He didn't like it- he hated this feeling, it was too much, it was- he felt like his head was struggling to break through the pan of the water, he wanted to reach the surface, to be able to breathe again, with no trouble.

Perhaps it wasn't in his head, as he started to feel a stabbing feeling at his heart, daring him to defy it, ready to tear him apart if he were not to obey.

She looked away, "I had no idea you could be this 'Powerful'. Were you hiding your talent? To have done all this without a wand? Oh, that reminds me."

His breathing hitched as he saw her lift her skirt. What? Oh… she had two wands attached to her thigh. She took one and handed it to me, "I was able to convince your father to let me hand this back to you." She said apologetically.

When she took his hand to place the wand, he thought she would see the cut, but surprisingly there wasn't a cut. Their hands touched for a moment, and at that moment, he felt both pleasure and disgust.

It must a seemed strange when he raised his other hand to stare at his hand. Perhaps it would distract her from how he had flinched at her touch.

She seemed to ignore it. Perhaps it was the magic? Right, that seemed to make the most sense. Strangely enough, he felt like he was taking this a lot better than he should be.

He put the wand in his pocket. It was like an endless pit. He expected the damn 'wand' to stick out, yet, it just kept going deeper and deeper, and he couldn't feel it against his thigh- he decided not to question it. After all, he was in a world with magic.

"Did it hurt?" she asked suddenly.

"Hurt?" he responded, "The crucio," she ended his confusion only to a certain extent. This 'cruico' shit again. He was assuming it was supposed to hurt. Seeing as his cousin had thought him to have gone mad before, the concern she was showing right now seemed like it must have hurt.

"It's fine. Nothing I can't deal with." He responded confidently. It couldn't be that bad, could it?

Why was she so close right now? not that he minded at all. "Will you kiss me, Orion?" she asked quietly.

Apart from him wanting to, so badly, yet the other part, was completely against such a thing, as though it was taboo.

"Why would I do that?" he responded evenly, questioning her methods. Was she trying to seduce him? Did she like Orion? Did Orion like her? Were they in a relationship?

"Because I am your betrothed, Orion" her voice was snappy, like she was annoyed at something, perhaps him… that seemed likely. Betrothed? Who used words like th- right, it's 1947. It was a fancy way of saying fiancé, right? But they're eighteen!

Did people get married this young back then? Right, yeah, they did. It's normal. So he should react at all. He couldn't. If he did, they would know something was up. He wasn't sure what to do right now. Should he just tell a joke and push her away in a way that wouldn't offend her. Perhaps they were in love…

It wouldn't hurt to kiss her. It was simply a kiss. What wrong could come from that? So he did, he fucking kissed her, who wouldn't?!

They were soft, her lips. In that kiss was the sweetness of passion and lust. His hands were sliding down her body, which she seemed to love with the moaning. Her hands were in his hair, the strands in a tight grip- finally, she pushed him away, both parties breathing heavily.

"I'm glad you've come to your senses. It worked," she said breathlessly.

Sense? Glad it worked? His thinking just stopped when she took off her clothes.

Grey clashed with brown as they stared into each other's eyes. He felt like he couldn't even breathe, she was breathtaking, and she was all his? Oh, how much he wished to do to her body- What was he thinking?!

He tore his eyes from hers and let them wander across her fair skin slender figure. He walked closer until he stopped. She looked away from him. Why was she acting shy now? She demanded a kiss and got one. Now she took off her clothes and refused to look into his eyes again. Girls were strange… He wanted to see her eyes again. His large hand was placed on the delicate skin of her chin, raising it up, their eyes meeting again.

Suddenly he stopped, his hand in his hair, his mind and this body telling him to stop! They didn't want this, "I can't", he choked out as a raging headache panged through his head. He saw the rage on her face.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU CAN'T" she screamed at him, only adding to the strange headache.

"Stop, please, just stop- it's too much" He moved away from her as he took deep breaths, "I need air- fresh air", he gasped out, his chest felt heavy. With each step, he took, it felt as though a sword we being stabbed into his heart.

"Orion, come here." She spoke again, forcing a calm voice. He was starting to regret not fighting to urge to kiss her- why did he want to go to her?! STOP.

"No", he hissed, glaring at her. As he said it, he felt another stabbing in his chest.

Why was he feeling like this?! What was going on? Was there something wrong with Orion? Was this some type of anxiety? But anxiety doesn't compel. That was what it felt like… it felt like he was being compelled to do the will of another.

It was the Harry Potter world, was it not? Perhaps it was a spell. They did stuff like that.

She was in front of him, pushing him back- he pushed her, moving away from her, she made a sound of annoyance. He didn't care how hard he pushed her. She was bloody mad.

There he was, feeling like he was dying, probably looked like it too, and she wanted him to fuck her.

He left the room stumbling against the walls, his feet getting heavier. Was he to die again? Perhaps- perhaps he could go back to his world?

He fell to the floor, "Orion? Why are you liked this?!" he heard a voice. He could barely look at him, his vision blurry. Who was this? The man was older, "I- I can't breathe, I- it hurts, so much", he said, but it came out in only a whisper of desperate cries.

That was when the darkness took him.

What an interesting way to start his new reality- with death…

1947, 23 October- Thursday.

Grey eyes fluttered open as a groan escaped his lips. He sat up- well, he tried to sit up, but his body was against it, fighting against his will, resulting in him giving up at that moment. His arms felt weak, slightly numb to some extent. He remembered what had occurred before darkness took over.

Looking at his hand, he knew he was not back in his world but still Orion Black.

He huffed in annoyance, the only thing he was glad for at that moment was that he didn't feel like death himself.

No pounding headache, no sharpness in his chest, it was just alright.

He blinked at the ceiling, trying to comprehend his situation. Right, he was now not in the world he once knew but in a different one. He was in a world where he knew no one. Perhaps what had happened had happened for the best. He'll just feign 'memory loss' because there was no way he could know faces, how to react- he wasn't even familiar with magic.

Again he tried to sit up. It was challenging. He felt as though he hadn't moved in years, which resulted in a jump in his chest at the thought, had he gone into a coma?

He rested his back against the head of the bed. He gazed around the room, it was… large, for a hospital room, everything looked rather 'expensive' and homey, with the furniture, it might as well be a living room with a bed in it, though it still had that 'hospital' feel to it.

The bed was comfy. His family were obviously wealthy. That would be a nice change. Not having to worry about money, that is.

Looking away from the room, he looked to his arm, which had an IV in it. He touched it, not tugging at it, it looked strange from what he would have expected, but then again, it was 1947, right? and not to mention he was supposedly in a world of wizards and stuff.

The sound of the door startled him. His hand that was on the IV mistakenly yanked it out, he looked away from the woman who was staring wide-eyed at him and looked to where the IV had fallen.

"No, no. Mr Black, I will get that for you, don't you worry." She told him, rushing to where it was. He wasn't sure what she was doing. When she said she would do it for him he didn't expect her to whip out a stick- right, 'wand'.

"How are you feel, Mr Black, any slight headaches? Weakness or soreness in muscles?" she questioned him. He was more focused on the board chart that was floating at her side, a 'quill'? Writing on it.

She raised a brow, looking towards where he was looking, "Mr Black, are you alright?" she asked hesitantly, "Perhaps some water will help?" she continued talking, and he turned to her.

She had bright red hair- ginger, it was neatly pushed straight behind her shoulders, her blue eyes staring at him.

"I'm fine." He finally spoke. His voice cracked as he did. He cleared his throat, coughing a bit as he did.

Perhaps he should have said yes to the water. She smiled in relief, "I'm sure you might be confused, having just woken up in the hospital. I'm your mediwitch, Augustine Prewett."

He nodded, "I will get your Healer now, Mr Black. Healer Sule will be glad to know his patient is now awake." She continued speaking, and he nodded again, slowly this time deciding to ask her a question.

"How long was I unconscious for?" he asked.

"Just nearly 3 months now, which would have been next week." She told him gently. He nodded rather slowly, hearing 'months' having not expected it.

"…Alright, might I ask where I am- which hospital this is?" he questioned her.

She raised a worried brow but still answered, "St Mungo's Hospital, Mr Black." She responded.

"St Mungo's Hospital", he murmured, the words foreign on his tongue. Another look of worry flashed across her face, but in a second, it was gone, "Mr Black?" she called ou to him, his attention now on her.

"Would you tell me your name?" she asked him. Should he feign confusion? It didn't seem necessary. He could know his name but not know anything else. It wouldn't hurt to add confusion to it, "It's…" he trailed off, looking away from her, but at a blank wall.

His face seemingly showing concentration, now she was beyond worried then his grey eyes finally met her blue ones again, "Orion, is it not?" he asked unsurely.

She smiled, unsurely, "Yes, yes. You are Orion Black." She told him, "Mr Black?" she called out to him again, "You can just call me Orion…" he responded, already tired of the constant 'Mr Black's' he wasn't sure why she was giving him such a weird look, but he didn't care, he's not trying to behave like the previous Orion Black.

"Are you having trouble remembering things Mr Black?" she asked him in concern, ignoring his prompt of being called 'Orion'.

"Well, I suppose I am. I know my name, Orion Black. That's all I can remember," he told her honestly, "Right… okay. Let me just ask you a few questions, and we can see if you can remember enough to be able to answer them." He nodded.

"Do you know when your birthday is?" she asked.

"No."

She wrote something down. Well, she didn't exactly write it down. Her quill did… but why a quill? Were pens just not a thing in this world?

"Do you know your age?" another question. Well, from what Cygnus had told him, he was eighteen, but did that little brat even know it?

"I'm not too sure, am I eighteen?" he responded.

She nodded, "Yes, you are. You turned eighteen in January."

"How many siblings do you have?" the next question.

"I don't know."

Again something was written down.

"What are the names of your parents?"

She was met with silence. He didn't even bother thinking. He was already tired of the question. He had already told her he knew nothing.

"I have no idea, sorry. I really don't remember anything at all," With that said, the questioning finally stopped, and she went to get Healer Akunna Sule, who came faster than expected and did just as his nurse did. Well he was assuming that was what a 'mediwitch' was. He got it you have magic. No need to add 'witch' onto it.

He asked him questions, trying to see if he would be able to answer them. He could only tell them he was eighteen and his name. The questions varied. In the end, the man said that it was obvious he had amnesia and that it shouldn't be permanent and only time could tell if he would gain his memories again, though the man sounded very certain it wouldn't be long until then.

Although Orion wasn't too sure about that.

The man obviously wasn't originally from Britain with his appearance and accent. The accent was familiar, one he had come across in his previous life. He had a friend with that accent. He was Nigerian. He was assuming this man was too.

The man, told him what had happened, well more so their 'theory' of what had put him in what they called a 'magical' induced coma. His magic had apparently reacted badly to a strong potion, and with the strain, his body had from a magical inflicted torture, his mind and body were not able to comprehend the situation.

He had found himself thinking his whole situation was the problem, for them to have said his mind and body were not able to comprehend the situation… Possibly because all of it was new to him, the body, the people- just everything.

Then the word was used again 'crucio'- finally, he was able to get some type of explanation for what was. He ignored the worried look the doctor gave him when he asked what it was… seemingly surprised he was unaware of what the spell did, but he was aware now.

He was slightly horrified, that the fact his supposed father used it on him. A spell that tortures someone, and has the ability to have someone go insane?

Now he was expected to go home with a family who tortures… but of course, they don't know who cast the spell- he hardly doubted his father would have told them, 'It was I!'

He was confused about the 'strong' potion part, which the Healer elaborated on. Orion had been illegally dosed with a powerful love potion, which seemed to have had the wrong quantity of an ingredient which was for controlling the mind into falling in love.

…That made sense when looking back at what had happened with Walburga. The bitch better be locked up or something.

Of course, he couldn't exactly say, 'It was Walburga!' He didn't know it for certain, but he was confident it had to be, with the way she was acting and what she had said, something about it working, the potion?

Healer Sule had ensured him the Aurors… had someone in custody, the person who they believe had dosed him. He wouldn't tell him who, though. He was safely assuming it was Walburga, but in custody? He was unconscious for nearly three months, and she's just in custody? No prison? He tried not to get confused by all these new terms, letting his brain decide what they could mean. Aurors seemed to be what they called the Garda- Police? It would make sense if he mentioned the Aurors having someone in custody.

An hour later, he could be found reading a book, 'A Society Which is Home' a book on the wizarding world. He had already read another historical piece, which summed everything up. The one he was reading now was more detailed as he waited.

The door opened, revealing two people, a wizard and a witch of course. He immediately assumed they were Orion's parents.

They were looking at him expectantly. The woman seemed to have a hopeful gaze, taking a few steps forward while the man just stood there at the door giving him an indifferent look. It seemed there were so many thoughts going on in his mind- perhaps he regrets torturing his son.

Perhaps that was what killed Orion… and the knife he had found on himself. What had Orion truly wanted to do with it?

He decided not to judge what was being worn. Though from observation, it looked quite expensive.

"Orion, tell me you know who I am," the woman said evenly, her hazel-green eyes never leaving him.

He closed the book, standing up where he was. "Yes? Sorry, I'm not too sure who you are…" and that was the truth.

He had nothing the fake in this situation, and they could see he was telling the truth. There was no hint of recognition from him.

She frowned, "Orion Arcturus Black! I swear on my magic, you will not see the next day of light if you are pretending! We understand you are angry, but you don't need to cause all this hassle of this supposed 'amnesia.'" She snapped, she was obviously annoyed and… disappointed?

Confusion spread across his face, trying to figure out if that threat was real or not. Seeing as his supposed father had used a torture spell on him… he doubted they would go so far as to kill him.

"Look, Lady, I don't know you fucking are, and you threatening me isn't going to help! Perhaps a more formal introduction would do well, wouldn't it? I am not lying nor pretending about anything, so I would appreciate it if you stop accusing me, of something so ludicrous." He told her, finding himself glaring at her.

She seemed completely taken aback as she had never heard 'Orion' raise his voice at her. Perhaps Orion was the 'silent' type or more so brooding type.