Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Roses and Lovers ❯ March 15th, 1974 ( Chapter 4 )

_____________________

March 15th, 1974

 

“You did it. I mean, you actually did it.” Arcturus and Stainslav said this at the same time, looking at their twin lovers with the same look: Pleasant shock.

 

“Neither of us did it,” Theopolis gently corrected. “Father did it.”

 

“We have no power over siblings, whether they are brothers or half-brothers,” continued Hilarion in agreement. “Only the patriarch of a family can do that.”

 

The Rosier man smiled, “Qué será, será, so they say.”

 

The Carvel twins snorted, and grinned, and said together, “Indeed.”

 

“So who is next in line, should your father die?” questioned Stainslav Diggory as he stared at Hilarion, who met his eye with a leveled gaze. Hilarion broke his gaze as he blinked and stared at his brother. With his right arm, his dominant arm, he bowed fluidly to Theopolis.

 

“Theo is my elder, by seven minutes and three seconds.” And he smiled fiercely at his elder twin with nothing but mere adoration in his eyes, and a mutual respect, and no hatred or anger or negative feeling. They had some sort of bond like that.

 

“And, so, should Broderick ever die, you will become patriarch?” breathed Arcturus as he gazed fondly at his lover, who shook his head, much to his and Stainslav's surprise.

 

“Father has a younger brother, who will be next in line to claim patriarchy over all the Carvel families, should he die,” explained Theopolis, “but I will be `patriarch' of this particular Carvel family. If I am unable to bear an heir - which is currently the situation at hand -” here he gazed at Arcturus, “- then it will be Hilarion who takes over the family; seeing as he has his heir, unless Stephanos is to kill both Rion and his little boy, then Stephanos will no longer be in line for patriarchy.”

 

“Or Stephanos will, should I die, co-join patriarchy and decide for my son until he becomes of age,” supplied Hilarion. He sneered at the thought of the woman who produced his heir, but shook his head quickly as Stainslav stepped forward and wrapped his arms around the younger Carvel twin's waist and rested his chin on his shoulder.

 

Arcturus spread his arms and allowed Theopolis to lean against his taller frame. There was a curious look in Theopolis' eyes, but as he and his twin locked gazes, they both nodded, as if in silent agreement. Blue eyes met hazel eyes: Both drew out their wands, and waved it in the air, whereupon several flowers sprouted. Cascades upon cascades of begonias were only the beginning; there were several species of plants as well: Magenta zinnia. Agnus castus. Artemisia. Begonia. Candytuft. Mock orange. Foxglove. Yellow carnation. Tiger lily. Goldenrod. Purple and yellow hyacinth.

 

And there was another sort of look in Theopolis' eyes.

 

Contentment.

 

Hilarion's mirrored his brother's perfectly, but there was a sort of gleam in his eyes as well.

 

Justice.

 

Arcturus looked over Theopolis quickly.

 

Desire.

 

Stainslav gazed at his lover.

 

Adoration.

 

And yet, amongst the lovely picture that the flowers painted, only hatred, sorrow, and anger represented any value.