In this farewell
There’s no blood
There’s no alibi

His eyes never left the pain that ached in his arm, the churning halls the laughter that came from his own dining room. Lyn was in there. As was his daughter. And those other children. Aran had wasted little to no time in turning away from his old friends. After all they'd taught him that lesson.

No alibi. No blood. It was you who survived. You who believed in yourself. And only you.

"Araaaan." the hiss slunk into him as he gasped at the prickling pain in his arm. His fingers flew too it as he wished and wished it would only disappear. What had he done? What had he done? Not what he had done. His father. His father had turned this into what this was. His father was the reason he was walking himself, his legs leading him like lead pipes into that dining room. The one where his family had sat for ages believing they were the best bodyguards, protectors anyone ever knew. Undefeatable.

‘Cause I’ve drawn regret

"Aran." the cackle was cruel and lifeless as were the slitted eyes, Aran stood before him, legs untrembiling. Or maybe they were but aran could no longer feel them. He just kept thinking back to before he'd ever known of all this-to Elric to the first real hero he'd ever known. The one who'd sacrificed it all before either of them could think it throughly. A true slytherin.

Then there was Kristina, queen of them all. Power and beauty, cunning combined. She was the sister he'd only wished he'd ever had to posses and teach him what was best about him. What she'd do had she been him was obvious. A sneer and cock of her head and witty banter and she'd be out in a blink of an eye.

Then there was Liam, Liam who'd been not only his best friend but proved to him kids could be kids. They didn't have to grow up. They didn't have to be someone they weren't. They could follow thier hearts, the parts of a Slytherin normally uncalled for.

Next up was Jenny, the beast. If he'd ever known of a girl with a worse temper he'd have sworn it was a grizzly bear. She could of torn this situation to her side with one simple punch and a few well hit punches. No need for a wand, all muscle.

And now Alexiel her power and capabilities were far supreem as she now stood beside the Dark Lord himself, his right hand, the new Bellatrix in all her power and superiority. She watched him with pitied dark eyes, impatient thirst for blood and the tilt of her head made him stop as she sneered at him, wand resting at her side.
The Dark Lord chuckled and flicking his wand Aran's flew from his fingers where he'd been resting it. The pale cold fingers slid along the wood, admiring it's firm finish. "Do you know why your here?" he purred, his slits were as uninterested in Aran's answer as was possible. "I suppose your loss of assassinating the Mourhinha girl was as they'll say...your death."

"ARAN!" Lyn gasped tearing away from the restraining arms of Lady Narcissa Malfoy. Aran looked to his wife with a kind gentle smile, he'd thought they could just get married, have a family. Live happily ever after but of course when it came to his parents his family...that was all a lie...

"Lyn..."

From the truth
Of a thousand lies

"Aran, you can't do this!" she begged. Narcissa tried shushing her as Death Eaters raised their wands to her. Aran smiled at his wife...

"Lyn, you never knew when to give up, love," he chuckled and gave his usual forced smile, Lyn squeaked and shook her beautiful locks of hair.

"Aran! YOU CAN'T! YOU'LL DIE!"

Aran turned to the Dark Lord, "May I have my wand back for a second?" he asked politely. The Dark Lord snorted and laughed a maniac laugh.

"Now why would I ever-" Aran brustled up to Draco and grabbed his.

"It would have been neater if they thought I'd killed my wife with my wand. Would of kept up our..." Aran sighed lightly and looked back up to meet the Dark Lord's slits as he twisted Draco's wand through his fingers like a baton, "kept up our 'terror tactics'." he shrugged and looked back to Lyn who was just staring at him...

"Aran..."

"Lyn," the smile and the swift flick of the arm, his wrist ached...

So let mercy come
And wash away

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Lyn screamed, the Dark Lord threw his head back as thier Aran Ani Cky stood the wand pointed to Lyn, eyes flickering with the delusions the words of the killing curse on his lips.

I'll face myself
To cross out what I’ve become
Erase myself

"WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS?" Lyn shouted, tears ruining her pretty eyes, her mascara ran but it did nothing to ruin it, her looks were still intact.

"Daddy?" Aran's fingers twitched for a minute and his eyes flickered with withdrawal as little Layla Cky looked up at her father. "What are you doing?"

"Very good!" clapped the Dark Lord. "The girl too. Show your Slytherin power, my boy!"

Aran stood thier shaking, looking between his daughter and little girl, his wand hand slowly lowering, as he just kept looking at them, shaking his head...

"Your no Slytherin." Alexiel hissed from her perch, Aran felt his breath catch as he slammed his grey eyes shut closed, his Father had said that..and so many others he saw them all one by one.

"Your no Slytherin." Jenny smirking at him on the first day with fiery intensity.

"You? A Slytherin, dude?" Liam as they both sat at the Great Hall, laughing over whatever muck they'd shook up.

"You're no Slytherin." Kristina shaking her head at some point of reckless behavior that had lost the house points.

"I'd sooner be a Gryffindor then a brat like you." said Kelley Lin, the traitor with not really looking at him as he'd pointed at his Slytherin badge proudly.

"Forget Slytherin, it's going to hell in a hand basket." his father snorting when he'd told him, told him he'd been accepted into the family house!

I am though. I AM SLYTHERIN. I. AM. A. SLYTHERIN.

Aran stood there wand arm still lowered as he just stared at the marble floor, the dining table neatly set with a crimson red, blood red table cover. He hadn't even known they'd owned anything that color...The wine glasses filled high with Cky's red wine fresh from the brewery. The feast before the Dark Lord was all in celebration of his Children's first real massacre. Ginger raised her delicate fingers from where she sat at the table and waved her fingers neatly picking up and down as she smiled innocently at him...Slytherin...Is that what it was all about? Lying? Killing? Dieing?

No. He knew Slytherin. He'd seen Slytherin. In all of his friends.

He could repeat what they'd said to him the lessons they'd taught him.

Slytherin is cruel, yet proper. We know what we want. We go for it. But we watch out for each other. We're all we've got. People watch us because they know we've got something important to say. Someone decided we were the bad guys. But what if the bad guys knew what the answer was? What if they were right. Would no one listen? No. Slytherins were not uncertain. We knew what we thought. We had tough spots but unlike Gryffindor we didn't let our courage and need for looking good in front of others blind our vision. Unlike Huffelpuffs we didn't cower behind the need to make everyone happy. Unlike Ravenclaw we didn't need to live through riddles to find the answers. Somehow we knew them already, and we knew our moment to shine was something no one would ever expect. Our moment was ours and only ours, to make the best and biggest difference, to shake the Earth, to get what we wanted.

What you thought of me

Aran raised the wand hand again and pointed it strictly at Lyn and his daughter again, this was his moment. And it was his to do the one thing he knew he could do. Even if everyone he'd known had not been here to see him, to take this moment. He would be firmly placed in their minds as the kid grinning like a friggen idiot!

While I clean this slate
With the hands of uncertainty

"I love you, Lyn." Aran smiled weakly, a single tear stretching his face as grinned on, really smiling.

"I know..." Lyn whispered and smiled weakly but shaking her head---

What you thought of me

"AVADA KEDAVRA!" Aran shouted swinging the wand around to point at his own head, the green light lit him up.

"NOOOOOOOO!" Lyn screamed but her eyes flashed something as if a small smirk formed itself on her pretty slightly run mascared face as she picked up little Layla and swung her over her shoulder, she raised her wand and apparated from the dining room. It was also in that moment that of course Voldemort's eyes shook with terror. He saw that light in Aran's eyes, He had shot off the killing curse, but he too was gone. In his place was a dead deatheater and as Voldemort rose from his seat...

What you thought of me...

"Cky?" he questioned, turning to look at Alexiel, who frowned seeing indeed something was wrong. The dead death eater lay on the ground cold and lifeless. "Cky?" he repeated, "Cky where are you?" the great Dark Lord ordered as he looked all around the dining room, bristling were his black robes behind him. Alexiel kept pace but hissed to him in parseltounge, "The wife and child gone too. Where the hell are-" before he could question it-

What you thought of me.

-Heat. Incredible heat rushed around the dining room, building up it seemed, the Dark Lord rushed to the door as the harsh heavy smell of smoke and burning fled like stink into his slitted nostrils. "No." He hissed and turned to Alexiel. "Cky? Cky?" he kept asking as if expecting to be answered. The fire fled around the Cky Mansion, into the library, the towers, devouring the old books and one in the very tallest tower against the flat heir's desk was the book of the Cky's Heir Rule Book, it's pages began to flitter away it's pages flitting with black smudges of smoke. Burning up. The past, everything his father had ever created. His worthless unsly cunning son was striking back, burning down the old family mansion- was anything more cunning or sly?

For what I’ve done
I start again

Aran pulled Layla up from the Quidditch field, into his arms he bounced her around and looked to Lyn, his wife.
Lyn rolled her eyes at him and rested her head on his arm. His black death eater cloak shuffled in the breeze. "So..." Lyn blinked and looked up at him while Layla clapped happily and threw her arms around her Daddy's neck-

And whatever pain may come
Today this ends

"Hey!" he smiled at the continous crackle of the Cky mansion, it's towers beginning to tumble down. The grey rose into the sky melting away the marble things, the only thing still standing untouched was the giant Ckyulus wolf guardian statue. Magically enabled to be unburned. But of course, there is the fact that the rest of the house probably should have been fire proof, and of course no fire department was near by..."Hey...um." Aran smiled down at his wife-

The Ckys were changing of course, no longer was there a book of rules or a mansion or even history. All that was left was Aran himself, and little Layla. The next heir. Fixing everything his Father had ever set up, the agreement for the family to be Deatheaters, the death of his mother, the backstabbing of anyone else they'd ever met or gotten close too, so they no longer were the family guards but a family of liars.

What I’ve done
Forgiving what I’ve done

"So..." Aran snickered bouncing Layla up and down in his arms, pecking her lightly on the nose. "Guess were gonna have to live somewhere else for awhile now, huh?"