Muffled voices washed over Orion as he slowly rose from slumber. They sounded familiar…and concerned. Letting out a soft groan, Orion forced his eyes open only to close them again to block the blinding sunlight. The voices started to clear as a familiar hand grasped his while another hand started running through his hair in a motion Orion had recognized after years of falling asleep, waiting for his father to come home from work.
"Dad?" Orion croaked out. "Moony?"
The large hand holding his tightened as warm lips rested on his forehead. Orion slowly blinked his eyes just as his father pulled away. For a long moment, no one said anything. Sirius sat down on the edge of Orion's bed while Remus remained seated in his chair at Orion's bedside. Both of them looked exhausted but relieved. Next to the bed, was a table piled high with what looked like half the candy shop.
Sirius was the first to break the silence. "How are you feeling, kiddo?" he asked quietly.
Orion had to think for a moment. His body felt a little sluggish and his throat hurt but at least he was still breathing. "I'm okay," he croaked. "Did you get 'em?"
Sirius let out a knowing sigh. "Voldemort got away, Ori," he said seriously, "but we saw him. We know now that he is still partially alive. Quirrell—he didn't make it. Being a host for Voldemort for so long put too much strain on his body. There was nothing we could do."
"Hayden told us everything," Remus added. "We know you tried to stop them. Professor McGonagall is about as angry with them as the Potters are."
Orion cringed as he slowly sat up. "The Potters were here?" he asked as he glanced worriedly at Sirius. "They didn't do anything, did they?"
Sirius smiled softly as he moved so he was sitting beside his son. "Don't worry about it, Ori," he said sincerely. "Nothing happened. James tried to apologize and I have a feeling he'll continue to do so for quite some time until he gets it through his head that I don't want anything to do with him."
Orion relaxed as he leaned against Sirius. That was a relief. "You didn't get in any trouble, did you?" Orion asked cautiously. "I know Scrimgeour—"
"—is grateful that this was brought to his attention," Sirius interrupted. "For years, we've searched for confirmation that Voldemort was either dead or alive. We now have that confirmation. Voldemort is indeed alive—just in a non-human form. The Minister, of course, refuses to acknowledge it but he's agreed to arranging a small team to search for leads."
"It's better than nothing," Orion offered. "At least now it'll be easier to convince him if Voldemort becomes human again, right?"
"Perhaps," answered Remus. "I think it would be wise to take everything with a grain of salt. Cornelius Fudge is very good at pushing problems under the rug. By allowing the existence of a research team, he's stopped any further inquiries. He's probably hoping that the team will eventually give up and everything will go back to normal."
As much as Orion hated to admit it, Remus was right. That's the way it was in the wizarding world. The politicians did what they could to maintain peace, even if it is only a façade. "So, what do we do now?" Orion asked softly.
Sirius and Remus shared a look. "Well, that's actually something we wanted to talk to you about," Sirius said uncomfortably. "You see, Ori, you came here to learn magic in a safe setting, make friends and enjoy your childhood. This past year has been anything but safe. You were tormented by the Weasley boy—"
"—we're working on that, Dad," Orion interrupted. "Ron has a lot to make up for but he isn't a reason to leave Hogwarts."
Sirius stared at Orion with a raised eyebrow before continuing. "My point is, son, that you shouldn't have to worry about Voldemort and Death Eaters at your age," he said. "Dumbledore was supposed to protect you—"
"—don't blame Grandad for what happened, Dad," Orion insisted. "It isn't his fault. I only put together who was helping Voldemort when we were down there—"
"—but you're only eleven, Ori," Remus countered. "I know you've been studying magic longer than most children but that doesn't mean you have to act like an adult. Every teacher here spent time around Quirrell and they needed an eleven-year-old child to tell them that something was wrong with him."
Orion's gaze fell as he stared at the bedcovers. He loved attending Hogwarts. He loved spending time with Neville and Hermione. Sure, the year hadn't gone as he thought it would but that didn't mean he wanted to leave. There was just something about Hogwarts that wasn't at Black Manor. "But—"
"—I'm not saying I agree with your father on removing you from Hogwarts," Remus interrupted quickly, earning a glare from Sirius. "However, I do agree that there were dangers here that never should have passed the front gates. Bringing something like the Philosopher's Stone to a learning institution is only asking for trouble. You nearly died, Ori. Hayden and the Wealsey boy would have died if you hadn't gone after them. Can you blame us for wanting to protect you?"
Orion shook his head slowly, his eyes never leaving his bedcovers. He couldn't blame his father and uncle for trying to keep him safe. He just didn't like how drastic they wanted to go. Home schooling couldn't compete with Hogwarts. Sure, not everything at Hogwarts was great but there was enough for Orion to know that he couldn't imagine learning magic anywhere else.
The sound of the door opening startled everyone. Looking up quickly, Orion didn't know how to feel when he caught sight of Albus Dumbledore entering the hospital wing looking older than Orion could ever remember. Sirius immediately wrapped an arm around Orion and pulled him close, causing Orion to let out a muffled gasp. With as much effort as Orion could gather, he pushed away and glared at his father before returning his attention to Professor Dumbledore.
"Good afternoon, Orion," Dumbledore said as he reached the foot of Orion's bed. "It is a relief to see you awake. As you can see, there are quite a few people who have been worried about you over the past three days." He nodded briefly to the table full of sweets. "What happened down in the dungeons between you and Professor Quirrell is a complete secret, so, naturally, the whole school knows. As I am sure you already know, your plan to protect the Stone worked splendidly. I also believe you have heard the rest of the story from your father. There is only one missing piece of the story—what happened after Hayden left and before your father arrived."
Orion shrugged his shoulders uncomfortably. "There's really not much to tell," he admitted. "Voldemort talked briefly then ordered Quirrell to kill me." Orion felt an arm wrap around him and made no effort to shrug it off. He reached up and rested his fingers against his sore neck. "I tried to fight him but he just kept strangling me."
Dumbledore let out a sigh as he sat down at the foot of Orion's bed. "My boy, I can not apologize enough for what you had to endure. There is so much I should have done differently starting with Hagrid. If I had confronted him about his gambling winnings, I have a feeling all of this could have been avoided."
"We understand that you wanted Hagrid to come to you, Dumbledore," Sirius admitted, "but that was never going to happen. Hagrid idolizes you too much to openly talk about his failures. We've all known Hagrid long enough to know that. If you didn't want Hagrid to feel uncomfortable then you should have sent McGonagall, Flitwick or Sprout."
Dumbledore nodded. "Again, I apologize," he reiterated. "For your information, Orion, the Stone has been destroyed. I have spoken to Nicolas and he as agreed it's for the best."
Orion stared at Professor Dumbledore incredulously for a moment before realizing that Hermione or Neville had most likely told one of the adults everything. He could imagine Hermione explaining everything at the high-paced speed she usually talks at when she's either excited or afraid. "But that means he and his wife will die, won't they?" Orion asked quietly.
Dumbledore smiled compassionately. "They have enough Elixir stored to set their affairs in order and then, yes they will die," he confirmed, "but do not worry, Orion. For Nicolas and Perenelle, it will feel like going to bed after a very, very long day. After all, to the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure—"
"—which is why Voldemort fears it," Orion interrupted tiredly as he looked away. "I trust you've spoken to Hayden?"
Dumbledore paused at the abrupt change of topic. "We have spoken, yes," he said carefully.
Orion let out a sigh. "Quirrell said some things about…his brother," he said as his gaze fell again. "He said that Hayden became the-boy-who-lived because he was healthy and Harry wasn't. I don't know if Hayden believes it but I do know that he has a lot of questions—"
"—I am aware of Hayden's insecurities, Orion," Dumbledore interrupted patiently. "I was present when Hayden demanded answers from his parents a few nights ago. We have done what we can to ensure Hayden that he is the-boy-who-lived however it is up to Hayden to believe it."
Orion had to agree. The biggest problem was that Quirrell's comments did have some truth in them. No one knew exactly what happened that night. There had been assumptions made but if Professor Dumbledore was certain…
"So how long do we have, Dumbledore?" Remus asked as he rose to his feet.
Dumbledore sighed. "It is difficult to say," he answered tiredly. "Voldemort is definitely still out there somewhere, perhaps looking for another body to share…not being truly alive, he cannot be killed. His return may have been delayed for now but his quest to regain a physical body will continue until he succeeds. It may be mere months or it could very well be years until we hear from Voldemort again."
"If that's the case then you better start preparing—"
"—when the time is right, Sirius, I will," Professor Dumbledore interrupted patiently before returning his full attention to Orion. "There is one last matter we need to discuss, Orion. Your father has expressed that he wishes to remove you from Hogwarts. It is, of course, his decision. However, regardless of what that decision is, you are always welcome here—even if it is simply to visit. Again, I apologize for not being there when you needed me, my boy."
Orion opened his mouth to protest but Dumbledore was already rising to his feet. This wasn't happening! When did Albus Dumbledore simply give up? Orion gave his father a pleading look only to be ignored. Sirius and Remus were too focused on watching as Dumbledore left the hospital wing. Orion knew that he was missing something but he really didn't care. For years, he had done everything in his power to make his father happy. Orion couldn't do that anymore. He needed to make a stand now or he would most likely be locked up in Black Manor for the rest of his life.
Tempting, but no.
Pulling away from his father, Orion pushed the bed covers away and slid out of bed, only to nearly fall over from the overwhelming dizziness that hit him like a bludger. Hands quickly grabbed hold and helped him up, no matter how hard Orion fought to break free. He needed to make a stand. He needed to catch up with Professor Dumbledore and assure his grandfather that there was no blame.
"Orion, sit down!" Sirius said firmly. "You have to take it easy!" Orion found himself sitting back on the bed being held in place by Sirius and Remus. "Listen son," Sirius continued gently as he wrapped an arm around Orion. "I know you like it here. You've loved coming here ever since you were five-years-old. Nothing's written in stone. Just…just let me do this my way. I almost lost you. I don't think I could handle seeing you like that again."
Orion's stubbornness deflated slightly. He had hated every time Sirius or Remus had been injured whether it had been because of a raid or the full moon. It didn't make the situation any easier to accept, just more difficult to argue. "But I was just doing what you taught me," Orion protested weakly. "I did whatever I could to complete the mission with as few injuries as possible. It was stupid and Gryffindorish but did you make all of the right choices when you were my age?"
Sirius groaned in frustration as Remus quietly chuckled. "He has a point, Padfoot," Remus said candidly. "We weren't exactly careful when we went to school here. Remember spending full moons in the forest with a dangerous werewolf?" Remus rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "I guess things are still pretty much the same except that the forest was replaced by the Black family basement."
Orion couldn't help laughing as Sirius tried to smack Remus. Sure, they hadn't reached any sort of common ground yet but Orion had two months to work on it. With Moony's help, of course.
Hours later, Orion let out a sigh or relief as he pulled the bedcovers tighter around him. His father and uncle had finally left after Madam Pomfrey assured them that Orion had recovered completely from his injuries. All Orion still needed was rest which was what he was trying to accomplish at the moment. Unfortunately, the sound of the door opening signaled that it wasn't meant to be. Against his better judgment, Orion glanced at the door and could only groan at the sight of Ron Weasley nervously approaching.
Great. Just what I need.
"Er—hi, Orion," Ron said quietly as he reached Orion's bedside. "Um—everyone's coming but I wanted to talk to you first."
"Wanted to get in another comment of how I'm a Slytherin spy?" Orion asked dryly.
Ron flinched as he shifted his weight nervously. "I deserve that," he said as his gaze fell. "I just wanted to say I'm sorry. I've been a foul git this year. I was just so scared. Hayden's my first friend and I—I—I just can't compete with you. You know so much and—"
"—this isn't a competition, Ron," Orion said as lifted his upper body slightly so he was resting his weight on his forearms. "You need to get this notion out of your head. I know you feel you need to compete with your brothers but, in all honesty, you can't." Ron flinched again. "Bill didn't get his notoriety until he became Head Boy at seventeen-years-old, Charlie didn't get his until he was sixteen-years-old, Percy only got his this past year when he became a Prefect, and the twins…well, they're just unique."
Ron grinned slightly but remained silent.
Orion let out a tired sigh as he sat up completely. "In time, I'm sure you'll get your fifteen minutes, Ron," he said sincerely, "but until then all you can do is be the best person you can be. You know, sometimes the people who do the most are those that get no recognition for their accomplishments. Those are the people who are appreciated the most by those closest to them."
Ron finally met Orion's gaze with an astonished look on his face. "How do you know—"
"—my uncle is one of those people, Ron," Orion said quietly. "He's helped my dad and me more times than I can remember. When the Minister of Magic dies, wizards and witches all over will come to his funeral and respectfully mourn. When my uncle dies, his friends and family will come to his funeral and weep. Which person would you rather be?"
Before Ron could answer, the door to the hospital wing opened revealing Neville, Hermione and Hayden. Orion glanced at Ron one final time, letting Ron know that he wasn't completely forgiven yet but it was a start then shifted his complete attention to the three Gryffindors and motioned for them to enter. Neville and Hermione wasted no time rushing to Orion's bedside. Both of them looked like they desperately wanted to fling their arms around him while Hayden (who was approaching at a slower pace) kept shifting glances between Orion and Ron.
"Glad to see you conscious, mate," Neville said as he plopped down on the foot of Orion's bed. "Everyone was really worried. Hayden told us what happened."
Orion glanced over at Hayden but Hayden refused to meet his gaze. He shifted his attention back to Neville and Hermione, silently asking for an explanation only to receive helpless looks in return. Clearly something was wrong and it had been that way for some time. "What's going on, Hayden?" Orion asked bluntly.
Hayden winced visibly. "Er—well—I wasn't sure you wanted me here," he said quietly. "We know that your dad wants to pull you out of Hogwarts and it's my fault."
Orion couldn't help snorting at the comment. Hayden had such a simplistic view of everything. "I think you're memory's a little fuzzy, Hayden," Orion rebutted. "You didn't force me to go with you. I chose to go along and I was the one to order you to leave with the Stone. My dad's just overreacting…you know, since I'm his only family and everything. He'll calm down eventually. I fully expect to have a rational conversation with him about this in about a month."
"But our parents—"
"—don't control our lives," Orion interrupted. "Listen Hayden, if you don't want to be friends anymore then that's your choice. Just make sure the choice is made for the right reasons."
"Ori does have a point, Hayden," Hermione added. "A lot of family feuds start just like this. If you two don't do something to stop the animosity, the relationship between the families could end up being similar to the relationship between your families and the Malfoys."
Orion and Hayden stared at Hermione in disbelief as Neville burst out laughing so hard that he nearly fell off the bed. They understood what Hermione was trying to say but the thought that either family could be as bad as the Malfoy family was preposterous. Of course, stranger things have happened…I can't think of any right now though.
"All right then," Orion said cautiously. "So, what else did I miss?"
Surprisingly, quite a bit. In addition to the frenzy and rumors associated with Quirrell's death, Gryffindor had won the Quidditch Cup and put an end to Slytherin's reign. However, the celebration hadn't been as enjoyable as it could have been because everyone was still worried about Orion. Hayden and Ron had given Orion a play-by-play of the game until Madam Pomfrey sent them away, proclaiming that Orion needed his rest.
A full night's sleep was indeed what Orion needed, allowing him to be released just in time for the end-of-year feast. From the lack of people in the hallways and the abundance of chatter in the Great Hall, Orion knew that the feast was only moments from starting. As discretely as possible, Orion entered the Great Hall. From the green and silver decorations along with the huge banner showing the Slytherin serpent covering the wall behind the High Table, Orion knew that Slytherin had won the House Cup—for the seventh year in a row.
It didn't take long for Orion to spot his friends and hurry over to the open spot between Neville and Hermione. There was a sudden hush when Orion's presence was noticed but it only lasted for a moment before the loud conversations started up again. People were still shooting Orion curious glances but at least they weren't completely staring at him.
Fortunately, Dumbledore rose to his feet moments later, forcing everyone to focus on him instead. "Another year gone!" Dumbledore said cheerfully. "And I must trouble you with an old man's wheezing waffle before we sink our teeth into our delicious feast. What a year it has been! Hopefully your heads are all a little fuller than they were...you have an entire summer ahead to get them nice and empty before the next year starts."
A few chuckles could be heard while Hermione looked horrified at the thought of forgetting anything she had learned.
"Now, as I understand it," Professor Dumbledore continued, "the house cup here needs awarding, and the points stand as thus: in fourth place, Hufflepuff with three hundred and fifty-two points; in third, Gryffindor with three hundred and sixty-one points; in second, Ravenclaw has four hundred and twenty-six points and finally, Slytherin with four hundred and seventy-two points."
A roar of cheers erupted at the Slytherin table where Draco Malfoy looked particularly smug.
Professor Dumbledore raised his hands and silence quickly returned. "Yes, yes, well done, Slytherin," he said. "However, recent events must be taken into account." No one moved, especially the Slytherins. "I have a few last-minute points to dish out. Let me see. Yes, first—to Mr. Ronald Weasley," Ron's face turned bright read, "…for the best-played game of chess Hogwarts has seen in many years, I award Gryffindor house twenty points."
The Gryffindors cheered as many pounded Ron on the back, his brothers among them. In all of the craziness, Ron's eyes sought out Orion's. In that moment, Orion could see that Ron understood what Orion had been talking about. Recognition from family was really more gratifying than recognition from strangers.
Silence fell once again as everyone returned their attention to Professor Dumbledore. "Second," Dumbledore continued, "to Miss Hermione Granger…for use of intellect, while others were in grave peril, I award Gryffindor house twenty points."
Hermione buried her face in her arms as both Orion and Neville gave her one armed hugs from opposite sides. The Gryffindors all around them were beside themselves.
"Third," Professor Dumbledore said loudly, causing the entire hall to silence again, "to Mr. Hayden Potter…for following difficult orders in the most difficult of situations, I award Gryffindor house thirty points."
Hayden's eyes widened in shock as he was also surrounded by Gryffindors patting him on the back. It was clear that Hayden wasn't expecting and acknowledgement whatsoever and had no idea of how to react.
"Next," Professor Dumbledore said. The room went deadly quiet as several already shifted their gazes to Orion. "To Mr. Orion Black, for pure nerve and outstanding courage no matter how dire the situation became, I award Gryffindor house forty points."
Orion didn't even have any time to react before he was nearly tackled by the Gryffindors around him. The noise around him was deafening. As quickly as possible, Orion pushed everyone away and straightened himself up as much as he could. Orion didn't know why they were so happy. They were still one point behind Slytherin—
Dumbledore raised his hand and waited for silence to slowly return. "There are all kinds of courage," he said with a smile. "It takes a great deal of bravery to stand up to our enemies, but just as much to stay behind and assist those coming to help. I therefore award ten points to Mr. Neville Longbottom."
Orion quickly covered his ears to avoid the ringing sensation from the explosion of cheers that erupted from the Gryffindor, Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw tables. Looking up at the High Table, Orion noticed Hagrid's teary smile and Professor Snape's profound scowl. All of the Slytherins looked horrified and stunned. Draco looked like he had swallowed something particularly sour.
"Which means," Professor Dumbledore called out over the storm of applause, "we need a little change of decoration." He clapped his hands and the green hangings immediately became scarlet while the silver became gold. The large Slytherin serpent vanished and was replaced by a towering Gryffindor lion. Professor Snape grudgingly shook Professor McGonagall's hand. Orion had no doubt that Snape would most likely be in a horrendous mood tonight. This was the first time in many years that the Slytherins hadn't won a cup let alone losing both to Gryffindor.
It was funny. Sometimes it looked like the teachers took the house competition more seriously than the students.
In addition to all the excitement, the exam results were released the following morning. No one was surprised to see Orion and Hermione at the top of every class. Hayden and Ron managed to pass with fair marks but it had been Neville who had surprised everyone. He had managed to score rather well in every class but Potions. Neville insisted that it was all of the study sessions Orion and Hermione had put him through no matter what others tried to tell him.
Evidently, Neville's confidence still needed work.
In the blink of an eye, Orion found himself carefully packing his extremely full trunk with a note that was handed out to every student returning to Hogwarts in the fall, warning them not to use magic over the holidays (or until they turned seventeen). He had taken the note for appearances only since he had been practicing magic at home all year long for the past five years. Not many students were aware how the system worked. The notes were handed out to everyone but mostly pertained towards Muggle-borns since the Ministry couldn't really have children practicing magic in Muggle neighborhoods. For those who were raised in a magical family, the Ministry 'trusted' the parents or guardians to keep the magic use to a minimum.
It was actually rather unfair if you thought about it.
With a final glance at the castle, Orion followed Hagrid down to the fleet of boats that sailed across the lake to the train platform. Hagrid looked extremely uncomfortable until Orion quietly assured Hagrid that everything was fine between them. Orion knew that Hagrid blamed himself for everything that happened and probably would for some time regardless of what anyone tried to say to the contrary.
The train ride to platform nine and three-quarters was slightly uncomfortable for Orion. Ron was still quiet, Hayden was still unsure of how to act and everyone who didn't know Orion well kept stopping by to find out what really happened with Professor Quirrell. Orion's relief had come when Cedric entered their compartment and cast multiple locking charms before taking the open spot beside his 'little brother'. Cedric hadn't said much concerning Orion's battle with Voldemort and a Death Eater but there was no denying that he was upset. Orion could see it in Cedric's eyes.
When they finally reached King's Cross Station, Orion couldn't get off the train fast enough. He did what he could to ignore the stares and whispers as he scanned the crowd for his father and uncle. Hermione quickly spotted her parents and bid a slightly teary goodbye with a promise to write. Ron's family was easily spotted by the overabundance of red hair and the red haired girl jumping on the balls of her feet as she pointed excitedly to Hayden.
Hayden and Ron didn't appreciate that too much.
Ron also promised to write and shot Orion a nervous smile before joining his mother and brothers in scolding his sister to stop pointing at Hayden. Cedric was the next to bid farewell with a promise to Orion that they would talk later, leaving Orion, Neville and Hayden searching for a parent. It wasn't until the crown thinned out slightly that Orion finally spotted his father and uncle in the far corner talking to a familiar looking red-haired woman. Orion was about to approach when Hayden grabbed his arm.
"That's my mum," Hayden said in a hushed voice. "Trust me. We do not want to get in the middle of this. She's really stubborn."
Orion pushed Hayden's hand away as his eyes narrowed. "So am I," he growled. "I swore to stand up for my dad and I'm going to do it, even if it means cursing your mum." Without another word, Orion quickly approached his father only to see that Sirius looked one comment away from losing his temper. The strange thing was that regardless of how close he got, he couldn't hear anything being said.
Remus was the first to notice Orion and quickly nudged Sirius as he turned his attention to the approaching children. "Hello, Ori, Neville!" he said with a smile. "Ready to go?"
Orion nodded as he patted his coat pocket where his shrunken trunk and empty owl cage were kept. Hedwig had gladly flown ahead since her cage was the last place she wanted to be. Sirius smiled but Orion could tell that it was slightly strained like it always was when something was wrong. Orion frowned slightly only to feel an arm wrap around him and pull him towards his father. Without a second thought, Orion wrapped his arms around Sirius and cast a quick glace at Mrs. Potter. There was a pained look on her face that quickly vanished the moment she turned her attention to Hayden.
"Come along, Hayden," Mrs. Potter said with a smile. "We should get your things—"
"—I have them already," Hayden said as he pulled a miniature trunk out of his pocket. "Orion taught me how to shrink it."
Mrs. Potter smiled as she rested a hand on Hayden's shoulder and turned her gaze to Orion. "On behalf of the Potter family, thank you for everything you've done for Hayden, Orion," she said sincerely. "We are in your debt."
Orion's eyes narrowed slightly in suspicion. Who did Mrs. Potter think she was fooling? "I appreciate the gesture, Mrs. Potter, but that really isn't necessary," Orion said diplomatically. "I would, however, ask that you abide by my father's wishes, whatever they may be."
Mrs. Potter's smile faltered slightly before she nodded, bid farewell and ushered Hayden away. Before they disappeared in the crowd, Hayden looked over his shoulder and waved goodbye. Orion didn't miss the confused but hopeful look on Hayden's face. Even though Hayden saw the dislike between the Blacks and Potters, he hoped that the younger generation would remain friends.
Surprisingly, Orion found that he shared that hope. In spite of everything they had been through, Orion found himself drawn to Hayden Potter for some reason. He couldn't explain why and that scared him more than he cared to admit. He didn't like not knowing or not understanding the reasons behind something. It made him feel so out of control.
"All right then," Remus said, breaking the silence. "Frank's waiting for us at Black Manor so we should probably get moving."
With a final glance at the crowd, Orion and Neville followed Remus and Sirius off the platform. For now, he wouldn't worry about it. After all, Orion had no intention on taking it easy during the summer. He had months of Remus' unique teaching to make up as well as plans to convince his father that Hogwarts was where he belonged. It was bound to be a challenge and Orion never backed down to a challenge.
Let the games begin.
A/N: And so comes the end of Book 1. Hopefully you all like it. Book two is currently in progress. Visit my author page to find it.