Expect The Unexpected

From this chapter onward Harry, AKA Brutus, shall be called Caduceus or Cade by family and friends. Well, except from his father, of course. But will go by Harry when in public, or around others that he doesn't trust.

I know this is a very short chapter, but I'm thinking of posting shorter chapters to get them out more frequently. Because it will take too long to update if I keep focusing on making longer chapters. Hopefully they won't always be this short though.

THANK YOU. ENJOY THE CHAPTER!

Caduceus strolled leisurely towards the family dining room the next morning with a smirk on his face. He was pleased with himself, very pleased. Dear Salazar, whoever ruined his mood this morning will be sure to regret it immediately.

He made sure to greet Salazar and Godric as he passed, Merlin knew those two offended easily. He felt like skipping and singing, but that was 'uncivilised of a wizard of your station', as his papa likes to remind him now and again.

He entered the dining room to see both his parents, his brother and Severus sat eating. He reached the table and sat in his usual seat next to his father, and rested his hand next to the place mat on the table in front of him. He thought of what he would like for breakfast while concentrating some of his magic into his hand, alerting the kitchen house elves of his choice. He hummed almost inaudibly as soon as his full English breakfast appeared in front of him.

"Morning Father, Papa. Have we any plans today?" He asked as he prepared himself a cup of tea before he tucked into his food. From the corner of his eyes, he saw Charlie walk into the room and move to sit next to Draco, kissing his cheek as he sat down. The sight made him grit his teeth and turn away. He faced his parents as he took a sip from his tea, hiding a grimace.

"I thought we could all sit down together in the sitting room in our family suite. I know we haven't really made time to sit down together as a family since you got here, Brutus. That does not include mealtimes." His father spoke, pushing his plate away from himself to make space for the postal owl that just flew through the ceiling window, allocated for owl use only. Well, except from a few paranoid ancestors who planned for it to be an escape route via broom if any enemies came storming the castle.

'Starting to think every Slytherin by blood ends up insane at some point, what a family I have...' Was the thoughts going through his head as he looked through his letters he was just handed as his father distributed the rest of post. A shocked choking noise broke his concentration from the letter he'd received from Gringotts, and he turned to face his father.

"Something the matter, Father?" He smirked. He'd been waiting for this moment all morning.

" 'Skimming Schoolmaster - Senile or Swindler?' Brutus! Are you the one behind this?!" Gasped Lucius, his papa. He couldn't help but chuckle at the looks on everyone's faces.

"Now that would be telling, wouldn't it?" He smirked.

The portraits on high walls of the Headmaster's office watched as objects flew across the room and smashed, some thrown by hand and the rest by uncontrollable magic. Phineas Nigellus Black left his portrait, jumping from frame to frame in his haste to get to his destination. He appeared in the frame occupied by an ancestor of Minerva McGonagall which hung on a wall in her living quarters.

"Professor McGonagall, I think you ought to floo to the Headmaster's office immediately. He's taking this morning's news rather badly, I'm afraid." Seeing McGonagall jump up out of her arm chair and race to the floo, he once again moved through multiple frames to one last stop before he returns to his own frame.

Once he reached the corridor of mostly empty frames in the deep of the dungeons, he quickly revealed all facts to the person he was seeking. He knew that they would be able to relay everything to the right people, as they could switch between their portrait in Hogwarts and in their ancestral home.

"Farewell, dear friend. Even in death you remain loyal to those that deserve your loyalty." Spoke Phineas' friend. He watched him disappear from his portrait frame as if he were never there. That done, he turned and made his way back to the Headmaster's office. All the way there, he couldn't help but think;

It shall be all over soon...