What A Night

Quick A/N: Mother/Father = Lafey/Kratos || Mum/Dad = Perenelle/Nicolas

Atreus finished putting on his attire and looked himself in the mirror. He was wearing black, form-fitting clothes that didn't look special in any way. That, however, was far from the truth.

The clothes were comfortable and easy to move in, but their best quality was that they were magically and physically resistant to a very high degree. Although they seemed to be fashioned out of cloth, they were, in fact, made out of dragon scales, taken from the hungriest of them all and transformed by the Philosopher's Stone.

Atreus already was quite resistant to both magical and physical attacks due to his heritage, but with the clothes on, he could shrug off most attacks.

After straightening his attire, Atreus made sure he had everything with him. His knife was safely hidden in his pants, his wand was in a small wand holster tied to his right arm, and his bag of holding was tied to his waist.

Leaving the room, Atreus made his way over to the living room, where he found Nicolas and Perenelle. His mum and dad... he still wasn't used to calling them that, but he couldn't think of them as anything other than family after staying for over a year with them. The Flamels have been nothing but kind and loving to him, and he did also carry their last name.

It just felt right to think of them as family. That didn't mean, however, that he will forget about his real parents. Studying magic was fun, and it interested him a lot, but one of the main reasons he was trying so hard was that he might be able to find his father in the future. If he had managed to survive in the void, then he was certain Kratos had as well. There was just no other way around it.

"Are you ready?" Nicolas asked.

"Yep," Atreus nodded to confirm.

"You two have fun, alright?" Perenelle said, looking at both with a loving smile. Atreus gave her a quick hug before grasping Nicolas' hand.

"We sure will," his dad said before the two apparated away.

Today was, as Nicolas called it, the boys' night out. The two were going to spend some quality time together, and his dad was taking him to the Quidditch World Cup. Atreus had never seen the game before, but he knew it was played while on brooms. Other than that, he didn't know much about it.

They arrived at a distance away from a large and magnificent building. The stadium wasn't overly beautiful or anything like that, but Atreus felt it in the air. The building was made entirely from magic. That's what made it so brilliant.

"Come on," Nicolas beckoned and started walking towards the stadium.

"Coming."

There were hundreds, maybe even more, wizards and witches that have come from all around the world to watch the Quidditch World Cup. As they passed through the crowd, Atreus heard many foreign languages, some of which he hadn't heard before, and he used this chance to learn a few new ones.

After Nicolas handed their tickets, the two made their way over to their seats. They weren't in the best spot, but neither of them really cared. Atreus had an exceptional sight, which had become even better after consuming the dragon's heart, so he would be able to see without any problems.

Nicolas, on the other hand, just didn't care enough about the game. He had seen so many in his life, and they were always the same. Today, Nicolas was here so that he could spend more time with his son...

Atreus might not be his offspring, but over the past year, he became fond of him. Perenelle was attached to him, and the boy was likable. Atreus was attentive, listening whenever Nicolas spoke to him, and he was a good son. Something which both Flamels had longed for.

After they reached their seats, Atreus felt a magical wave wash over them. He didn't need to be told that Nicolas had cast a silencing spell, so others wouldn't be able to hear them talk.

"Are you excited?" Nicolas asked.

"I'm interested in seeing them play, but I don't know much about the game," Atreus replied, and Nicolas began explaining the rules of the game to him.

Soon enough, the final game of the Quidditch World Cup began. The Ireland team was the first to arrive, flying on their brooms and creating a dancing leprechaun in the air. The crowd roared and cheered. There were people from all around the world attending, but most of them were from the UK, so they supported 'their' team. The announcer introduced the members one by one while the crowd continued shouting their lungs out.

The Bulgarian team was the next to arrive, and they received the same welcome, although a bit more subdued. However, even that died out as soon as the cheerleaders of the team appeared. The Ireland team also had ones, but they had been ignored in favour of the players.

The same couldn't be said for the Bulgarian cheerleaders. They were enchanting women with long platinum blonde hair that danced their hearts out. The men in the crowd, and even some women, dreamily stared at the cheerleaders, completely enthralled in their beauty.

"What do you think?" Nicolas asked.

"It's weird. I can feel the cheerleaders doing something with their magic, but it honestly feels like they're tickling me," Atreus answered. It wasn't an uncomfortable feeling per se, but it was a weird one.

"Veela are considered as semi-human magical beings. Their Allure, as they call it, can entrance most men. That and their good looks is already enough to make people fight over them. But when they dance, their Allure is amplified even more. As you can see, some of the men in the crowd are already ready to jump down even though they would die from the fall."

"Can they control their Allure?" Atreus asked.

"Yes and no. There is a passive aspect to it that simply makes Veelas pleasing to look at. However, a Veela can actively use her Allure to enthrall someone. That is generally looked down upon, but younger Veelas have a hard time controlling it, sometimes doing it involuntarily."

Soon enough, the game began, and the Ireland team took an early lead by scoring a few goals while preventing the Bulgarian team from doing the same.

Mid-way through the game, Nicolas asked, "So how are you liking to so far?"

"The danger aspect is thrilling, and the flying seems cool, but other than that... I find it kinda boring. Like, the whole game depends on how quickly the Seeker will catch the Snitch. If the Bulgarian Seeker doesn't do it soon, his team is bound to lose as they can't seem to score a goal."

Atreus didn't enjoy the game too much, but he was more than impressed by the players. They were flying at high speed, performing maneuvers in the air and making quick decisions in split seconds. He had made progress in his own unsupported flight, but he was nowhere near as fast as them. That was something he had to work on.

"You're not wrong," Nicolas shrugged his shoulders, "but there are so many places I could take you before the school year starts."

Hogwarts would be starting in about a week, and this was one of the few places Nicolas could take Atreus so the two could spend some quality time together.

"I would've loved to take you out drinking, but you are still too young for that, and Perenelle would kill us both!"

"I've drunk alcohol before," Atreus rebuked. It had tasted and smelled like rotten eggs, but he had drunk it.

"Really? When?" Nicolas faintly remembered his wife mentioning something like that, but he wasn't sure.

"When I became a man!" Atreus said proudly.

"And how did you become one?" Nicolas asked with an amused smile.

"When father gave me this," Atreus showed him his knife, "and told me so."

"Ah, then you haven't truly become a man yet," Nicolas said sagely, and Atreus looked at him, "What do you mean?"

"I can tell you, but you have to promise that this conversation will not reach Perenelle's ears, or she will kill us both."

Atreus nodded to him excitedly, wanting to hear how to become a man and completely forgetting about the Quidditch game.

"You can only be considered a true man after you've made passionate love with a woman." A thoughtful frown formed on Atreus' face.

"Don't worry about it too much," Nicolas said, and Atreus looked at him, hoping for his dad to continue.

"In about a week, you will be going to Hogwarts, a massive building filled with hormonal teenagers and very few adults. If you play your cards right, I'm sure you can become a man by the end of the year."

Atreus' eyes sparkled at that. As he had told Dumbledore, he was looking forward to attending Hogwarts so that he could meet new people. Now, however, he had another reason to be excited about the school. He definitely planned on becoming a man by the end of the school year.

Nicolas couldn't stop himself from smirking in amusement. He did, however, offer his apologies to whichever unfortunate girl his son ends up bedding. He had seen Atreus exercise and run around the island to keep in shape. The boy could do it all day and still have the energy to practice his magic or do whatever else interested him. The girl will more than enjoy her time, but she will have a hard time walking for the following days, even with her magic helping her recover.

The game continued up until midnight when the Bulgarian Seeker finally caught the Snitch. It was too late, however, and his team ended up losing by ten points.

Atreus and Nicolas left the stadium along with the rest of the crowd. The entire area had been warded off, preventing wizards and witches from apparating in or out, so they had to leave the wards to go home. They had another way of leaving, but Nicolas preferred not to use it here.

On the way, Atreus stopped and looked in the distance, "Something is about to happen."

Nicolas knew to trust his words. Atreus had prophetic abilities, similar to that of Seer. On a sunny day a few months ago, he was teaching him potions when the boy suddenly had stood up abruptly. Atreus told him someone was in danger and had rushed out of the house straight into the forest.

A bit later, he had returned with a variant Occamy that had been badly injured. Not only was the feathered snake a runt, but it had been born without legs and with black scales. The little one had been abandoned by his parents and nearly died, but Atreus saved him. They managed to patch it up and heal his wounds, and since then, the Occamy, or Jor, as the boy named him, has been staying with them.

"Your cloak!" Nicolas was only able to shout those words before Atreus had sprinted in that direction. The boy agilely moved through the crowd, and in less than a second, he was already out of Nicolas' sight.

Nicolas considered himself in good shape, but there was no way for him to keep up with someone who regularly competed with unicorns. He covered himself with a black cloak just as shouting came from the direction Atreus ran off.

"Death Eaters!" Wizards and witches screamed while running around like headless chickens.

Atreus ran past them, dodging them all with ease. He had put on a cloak similar to the one Nicolas had donned. The hood of it covered the top part of his face while also shrouding his appearance in darkness.

In the distance, Atreus saw a masked wizard wearing all black clothes. He was menacingly holding his wand and pointing it at a figure on the ground, who was convulsing in pain.

"Crucio!"

The wizard kept repeating in pleasure while torturing the figure on the ground. Atreus sensed the magic that was being cast. It was foul and evil, disgusting to be around.

As good-natured as Atreus was, he was also merciless towards those he deemed as enemies. He increased his pace and reached the wizards in a burst of speed. His knife was already in his hands, and he jabbed it in the man's throat.

"Cru-GARH!"

The wizard clutched his throat and fell to the ground. He was desperately trying to stop the bleeding, but his fate had been decided the moment Atreus had spotted him torturing the downed figure. He swiped his knife, flinging the blood away from it before he turned and knelt down.

The downed figure was a boy with messy black hair, green eyes, and a pair of broken glasses. He was trembling and convulsing in a lot of pain caused by the evil spell he was tortured with.

Atreus' eyes caught something interesting on the boy's forehead. A rune of all things had been carved into his flesh, something which was incredibly dangerous. Atreus himself had runes on his body, but they had been drawn and tattoed with his mother's blood. Back then, he hadn't been aware that humans weren't supposed to bleed blue.

"Sun," Atreus whispered, feeling the bright and hot energy coming from the rune, yet it also seemed to be tainted in some way. He couldn't exactly explain it, but now wasn't the time for that. The boy was in a lot of pain, and he knew only one way to help him.

Atreus' wand snapped into his hand, no bigger than a simple pen. He focused his magic onto the tip to the point in turned into a blue hue, visible to the naked eye. He then began inscribing in the air until runes that spelled, 'Heal, Restore, and Rejuvenate' formed above the boy.

This was his own type of magic that Atreus started developing. He had Yao to thank for giving him the idea behind it. The old man wasn't a wizard, but a sorcerer, someone who hadn't been born with magic, yet still learned how to harness the mystical energy.

Yao was by far the most powerful magic user Atreus had met. He was incredibly skilled and didn't mind roughing up the boy. Atreus had even asked Yao to teach him, but the old man had refused, saying that the boy wasn't ready. Those words had once angered him beyond belief, but now he understood them better. He will just have to be patient and wait for the right time.

However, Yao had given him a few tips and shared words of wisdom with Atreus whenever he visited. One of the things he told him was that magic was the language of the Universe. That phrase struck a chord with Atreus, and he took it literally.

To Atreus, Runes were just that, the language of the Universe. However, there was a problem with that. Runes have to be inscribed on a surface. That's where Yao came in again. The old man was able to create physical constructs made out of pure magic.

Atreus took inspiration from that and created his own magic, which he named the Language of the Universe. It took a lot of energy, even for someone like him who could cast spells all day without tiring. It was also very dangerous, as one wrong stroke could lead to unforeseen incidents. However, that only served to excite him more, and he had been making slow but steady progress ever since.

After forming the vivid blue runes in the air, Atreus pushed them down onto the boy. They sank into him, and his twitching and erratic movements soon seized.

Atreus nodded in satisfaction, but he had to move his head to the side, dodging a spell that missed him by a hair. After Dumbledore had hit him with a sneaky one, he took precautions to make sure that wouldn't happen again. It mostly involved him being blindfolded while dodging spells cast by Nicolas or Perenelle, relaying only his ability to sense magic to avoid them.

Looking up, Atreus saw a boy and a girl running with their wands pointed at him.

"Get away from him!" The two shouted, already moving their wands to cast more spells.

Atreus stood up and turned around, bolting out of there. The two were obviously friends of the boy, and he didn't need to bother with him any longer. They can take care of him.

"Harry! Are you okay, mate?" The red-haired boy knelt down to him in worry.

"Ah, yes... I think so," Harry replied, still confused about what was happening. He had been in a world of pain, suffering under the

Cruciatus Curse, not even knowing left from right, until it had stopped. A warm feeling had followed after, and he suddenly found himself feeling better, much better.

"Come on! We have to get to safety!" The bushy-haired girl said, and his two friends helped him up.

"Wait, your glasses," the bushy-haired girl said and flicked her wand at the broken spectacles, "Reparo!"

The broken glasses stitched themselves up, and the girl handed them over to Harry.

"Thank you, Hermione," Harry said and quickly put them before the three started running away. There was one thing he noticed, though. With or without the glasses, his eyesight didn't change.

Atreus ran like the wind, his senses directing him where to go. A drop of sweat dripped from his forehead. He had written only three runes, yet that had tired him quite a lot. Still, he believed he had enough energy to spare to deal with the rest of the terrorists.

In the distance, Atreus saw a little girl jumping behind a tent while two Death Eaters chased after her, their wands firing spells and narrowly missing her. He focused a bit of his magic on his legs, and his speed increased even more.

Atreus reached behind the two wizards in a second. His knife shot out, stabbing one in the back of his neck, while his hand pointed in the direction of the other, firing a bludgeoning spell that literally burst the Death Eater's head. He dealt with them quickly and mercilessly.

The girl had her head turned towards him, fear in her blue eyes as she watched the two wizards fall on the ground, one headless, the other twitching with blood gushing out of him.

"Are you okay?" Atreus asked, trying to sound as gentle as possible.

The girl snapped out of her daze and yelled, "Fleur!"

"Fleur?"

"My sister, more are chasing after her. They ran into the forest!" She shot out words like a machinegun.

"Where are your parents?" Atreus asked, and she shook her head, not knowing where they are. The pink toad had talked mean things during the entire game, and the two needed to relax.

She had been taking a stroll with Fleur and a few of their bodyguards when the Death Eaters attacked. Their two guards were shot down quickly, and her sister had been forced to distract the evil wizards. However, two of them, who were now very much dead, had ended up chasing her.

"Fine, hold on tight then," The girl suddenly found herself being lifted up, her hands grabbed onto whatever they could reach as Atreus carried her while sprinting towards the forest. Since she didn't even know where her parents were, he couldn't possibly leave her alone there. He didn't know if there were more Death Eaters around, and the safest place in all this chaos was wherever he went.

The moment Atreus stepped inside the forest, he felt like he was in his territory. His senses reached out, connecting with the nature around him, and he knew exactly where to go. Atreus took a right and made a wide turn. In the distance, he heard shouting and the sound of spells hitting the trees and splintering them.

Soon enough, Atreus spotted a tall girl with platinum blonde hair, who was moving from tree to tree and avoiding being hit to the best of her capabilities. Fleur also kept firing back whenever possible. She was a fighter that wouldn't go down without a struggle.

Atreus soon reached the tree Fleur had hidden behind. A wand was pointed in his face, but he acted as if he hadn't seen it as he gently placed the little girl on the ground.

"Gabi?!" Fleur exclaimed in surprise, not understanding why the mysterious hooded stranger had brought her sister here of all places. Anger filled her as she turned towards Atreus, who was poking his head to the side of the tree. He pulled back as a spell whizzed by and shook his head.

"Are those guys stupid, or am I genius?"

Fleur was beyond enraged at this point. She wanted to rip the throat of the man that had brought her sister into this situation. They were surrounded by more than two dozen Death Eaters, and here he was talking to himself. Atreus grabbed his staff with two hands, and Fleur had to question her eyes.

Since when did the mysterious stranger have a staff in his hands? Where had he taken it out from? Fleur didn't get to voice her thoughts as Atreus slammed it into the ground.

As a Veela, a semi-human magical being, Fleur was able to sense magic better than most wizards and witches. She felt it as a massive amount of magic pulsed out with them as a center. Fleur had never felt so much magic being used by just a single wizard or witch. It was just too much.

Then it happened. The ground shook, and the forest came alive. The trees around changed their form, taking on a humanoid shape as they lifted themselves from their resting spot. The King of trees had summoned them, and they will deal with his enemies.

"Off, that was a bit taxing," Atreus complained. If he hadn't used his unique magic earlier, this would've been much easier.

Fleur didn't know what to think. Here she was, seeing a one of a kind feat of magic, and he was complaining that it was a bit taxing? Who the hell was this man?

The shouting of spells was heard throughout the forest, but it was soon followed by screams of pain. The transfigured and animated trees had already taken down at least a few of them.

Atreus suddenly looked up, seeing a gigantic green skull with a snake coming out of its mouth up in the night sky. Shortly after it appeared, the Death Eaters disappeared from his senses.

"That's annoying... they escaped," Atreus muttered under his breath. The apparition wards were still in place, yet they still managed to flee. Wizards and witches had too many ways of escaping...

Fleur was in shock once more. With a single spell, he fought off more than two dozen Death Eater, killed a few of them, and he was disappointed that they escaped? Really, who was he?

The humanoid trees then returned to their resting place, changing their shape back to their normal appearance. Atreus' staff shrank in a second before hiding itself back in its wand holster.

"Come on," Atreus said and turned around, walking towards the exit of the forest.

Fleur stood still for a moment, but she felt her hand being tugged. Gabi was holding onto it and pulling her after the mysterious stranger as if she fully trusted him. The two followed after Atreus, who gently caressed each tree they passed, silently apologizing for the way he used them.

No words were shared between the three, and Fleur kept repeating in her head the event she had just witnessed, trying to process what had just happened. She was snapped out of her daze as the moment they left the forest, a dozen wands were pointed at them. No questions were asked before spells flew in their direction.

Fleur had no time to create a shield, but there was no need for that. The mysterious stranger had his hand raised, and a magical shield shimmer into existence, blocking all of the spells.

"You are surrounded, surrender!" Shouted in English what looked to be the leader.

"'e iz not with them! 'e protected us!" Fleur shouted after seeing their black clothes with an M stitched on the left side of their chests. They were British Aurors.

"I said, surrender!" The leader shouted back.

"You need to work on your English. I don't think he understood you," Atreus chuckled, and Fleur looked at him in confusion. Why was he joking around in this situation, and why wasn't he worried?

It was simple. Atreus was able to sense the magic of his dad. After living with him for over a year, he was able to pick him out even in a large crowd. The Aurors suddenly all dropped unconsciously on the ground.

Nicolas jogged past them before his pace slowed down to one of a walk. He placed his hands on his waist as he breathed heavily.

"I might have to... take you up... on your offer," Nicolas said while panting. Atreus had offered for the two to run together, but he had refused, thinking he didn't need it.

"More are coming. Those are wearing white outfits," Atreus said, his head tilted to the side and looking past Nicolas.

"French Aurors," Fleur said, "our father should be with them."

"I see... you are already working... on what we talked about earlier," Nicolas managed to say and offer him his hand, which had a small trinket in it.

Atreus didn't respond to that and took his hand as the two said in unison, "Home, Sweet Home." The two then disappeared from there, just as the French Aurors arrived.

The stout man, Gabriel Delacour, was somehow in front of them all, the worry of a parent forcing him to run faster than he had ever before in his life. He reached them in a second and enveloped the two in a bear hug.

"I'm so happy the two of you are safe! You have no idea how worried I was!" Gabriel kept them in his embrace, afraid that he would lose them if he let them go. They returned their father's hug, squeezing him just as tight.

When Gabriel released them, he carefully looked the two up and down, making sure they weren't injured before asking, "What happened here?"

"It's... hard to explain," Fleur replied, trying to figure out how to describe the past few events she had witnessed.