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Rodolphus discovers Orionâs terrible secret.
Kreacher was just opening the front door of Grimmauld Place when Roldolphus forced his way in, making the devoted house-elf fall on his back. He immediately called for his Master despite wanting to rip out Lestrangeâs throat for the lack of respect. This was the House of Black, and Roldolphus should know his place. Kreacher was sure heâd get reminded of such and waited in the corner to see the show.
âRodolphus! This is unexpected, but not entirely unwelcomed,â Orion smiled at his longtime friend as he descended down the stairs, buttoning up the cuffs of his shirt. Walburga was upstairs, putting on the finishing touches for their night out. âWe were just about to leave. You caught us at aâŚâ
Orion narrowed his eyes as he saw the steely look on the other manâs face. He took a few steps closer so they could speak quietly if need be, lines creased his forehead in confusion. âWhatâs going on?â
âI know,â was all Roldolphus said, a single eyebrow raised in a perfect arch. He kept calm, almost cold, as he waited for Orionâs reaction.
Orionâs jaw twitched, a short bubble of laughter erupted from his throat. âIâll need specifics, old friend.â
What Roldolphus said next drained all of the color from Orionâs face and made his eyes glaze over.
âI know about you and Mulciberâs son.â










