Vi stormed up the steps to the headmaster’s office. Upon entry she noticed her father standing at the window behind the desk. Dumbledore was sat at the desk waiting for everyone calmly with his fingers steepled beneath his nose.

“Father, did you inform uncle about me finding my mates?” She demanded.

“Indeed,” her father replied at length. “As you had no intention of doing so yourself, I took it upon myself to do so.”

“How dare you presume to know what I will do!” Vi snapped in Japanese. “And now you have brought the devil into my house!”

“Ryoshi came here?” Her father asked turning to face her at last.

“He stormed into my common room and proceeded to not only demean and humiliate me but my mates as well!” Vi thundered. “Only my head of house could shut him up then. And not even five minutes ago, he humiliated them again. I only managed not to kill him because his blood on my hands now serves no purpose. You would do well to remember, father, that I have far more magick than either of you and it is only because I have found them that I am able to control everything at my command.”

She turned away from him and made her way to the door. The door opened moments later revealing Hadrian and Draco. Vi sighed in relief and pulled them both into her embrace.

“Thank Hecate,” she whispered.

Hadrian flinched at her touch.

“Oh Hadrian, I am so sorry,” she murmured placing a hand on his cheek. “I never meant to scare you or cause you to be afraid of me.”

She wiped a tear from her face with the hand not on his cheek.

“I understand if you don’t want to strengthen the bond after today.”

She fell to her knees and tried to contain the sobs building by biting her finger. This day had gone to hell in a hand basket really quickly. There was no joy left in finding her mates nor in her newfound control.

“I curse you for ruining this small bit of happiness for me,” she whispered. “I curse you for all the years of abuse, verbal and physical. As I will it so mote it be.”

Magick shimmered in the air and settled around her uncle, who had just entered the room.

“Thana Oda!” Her father scolded. “You take that back this instant!”

“No.”

“Do you know what you’ve done you little bitch?” Her uncle growled advancing towards her.

“Yes, uncle, I do,” her voice was surprisingly steady. “Your arrogance and sense of entitlement will be your downfall. As for you father, your ignorance and negligence will be yours.”

“I beg your pardon?” Her father demanded, his voice dropping lower.

“Beg all you want, father, but remember begging does not become a Prince of Japan.”

Her father stepped back as if she had slapped him. She may as well have.

“Ms. Oda, would you care to explain the situation?” Dumbledore asked breaking the mounting tension.

“I would not, Professor,” she sneered the last word. “This does not really concern you. This might be your school but it does not give you the authority to pry into the personal matters of your students. I am not a threat to the other students here so long as they refrain from insulting or humiliating my mates and even then they would get no more than a hex that Madam Pomfrey could not handle.”

Dumbledore stared at her for a long moment. Vi laughed. He was trying to get into her head.

“Cease your futile attempts at legimancy,” she laughed. “They will not work on me. Just like normal occulmancy shields do not stop me from seeing inside your head. Want to know a secret?” She paused partially for dramatic effect and partially to give him an opportunity to say no. “The one you call ‘the boy who lived’ is not really the one who defeated Voldemort that night. You got it wrong. And you’re just not willing to admit it, especially because the real one got sorted into Slytherin.”

She watched the old man’s eyes darken considerably.

“Ah, there’s the darkness that lurks within the light,” she chuckled gleefully. “The true face behind the grandfather act. Welcome to the party!”

A hand landed on her shoulder. Vi turned to see whom it belonged to. Hadrian. It was Hadrian’s hand.