Aedan Meredith Varki

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•• AEDAN MEREDITH VARKI

SPEAK BOY! TELL ME YOUR NAME! YOUR SPECIES! YOUR AGE! EVEN YOUR BIRTHDAY!

Sir, yes sir! My name is Aedan Meredith Varki. Don't you dare snicker about my middle name, it is not my fault that my mom were begging her gods for a damn daughter, they got a boy. I have a penis, so I better damn well be a damn man. I'm twenty-three years of age, I just turned twenty-three back on April twelfth. I was born on the millennium, year two thousand. Not two thousand and one, nineteen ninety-nine, year freaken two thousand. Got that straight? Good. My blood? Um, I'm veela? I'm considered by the Ministry of Magic for being part-human, because I am half-veela, cause my mother's a full blooded veela. If measuring magical blood? I'm pure magical... Pure-blood.

YOU! IMPOSTER! WHO DO YOU LOOK LIKE? DESCRIBE YOURSELF TO THE BLIND SEER!

Oh, what do I look like? You must be blind by asking me, boy. Anyways, I'm about five feet and eleven inches tall. I don't really measure myself much, it's whatever the healer tells me I'm at. I weigh about a hundred and seventy-five pounds, that works right? I guess it's the muscle, have you seen them? -flexes- Biceps, babe... I mean son. I have brown hair, dark brown hair. My eyes are pale blue, they're shaped curvy? How am I supposed to know what shape they are? I'm not that brilliant. -taps head- But, I try. Anyways, I have no tattoos or piercings, but, boy I can tell ya, I want a tattoo, but I can't decide on a damn design. Have an idea? Tell me. So um, I was told I look like a younger Colton Haynes, once I was shown a photograph of him, damn it was stunning, I'll tell you what.

My style? Um. I go into my dresser or closet, I pull out socks, boxers, put them on. Sit around being distracted by something for a few minutes or longer and I put on pants than a shirt. Cold? Perhaps a sweater. I'm an Auror, so I do have a collection of suits. They're not anything snazzy or high end, but they do fit... Well one or two are kind of tight. Now I remember that, I should probably go donate them. I love t-shirts and jeans, I love regular shirts, sweaters. Heck, I pretty much wear everything I think looks good. I have silk shirts, slacks. But, let me tell you, I prefer jeans a great deal more. I have colored jeans as well, red, purple, green... A friend bought me a pink pair once, I have yet to wear it. I do follow fashion advice, if you have any, tell me.

I LIKE INTERROGATIONS! WHAT DO YOU LIKE? WHAT DO YOU DESPISE?

What do I like? Boy, I'll tell you what I like. First things first, my son, I can tell you that fact will never chance. He's the biggest priority in my life. My life I may never do anything worthy, actually I'm confident I'll never amount to anything; I may never save a life, never touch hearts like the freaken Minister, a healer, a rich charity dude does. But, I can tell you now, I'm going to give my damn son the best life he could possibly have. He's my heart, he will always be my heart. I loved him since the very first day I saw him, luckily he was born on a Hogsmeade weekend, so I snuck out of the village to go visit my best friend in the hospital, I was there for his birth when his real daddy wasn't... The detention for three weeks was worth it. I don't care if my son's adopted, I miss my best friend who passed away when he was a tiny tyke barely walking, but damn I'm proud to call him my kid. I can't change the past, give him his mother that he never knew back, but I can be a damn good father to him which I'm going to do. I'll be better than my own damn father was to me.

Adrenaline, damn boy don't I love that. I love the speed. Not the damn drug you young folks use. I love the motion of going fast, I love racing brooms. I love muggle roller coasters with high speeds and fast jerks that make me feel I'm going to fall off. I love anything that moves fast, heck, I even enjoy the dreadful knight bus, I don't sleep on it, who can anyway? It's fun laying down in the bed as you fly across the bus. I love a thrill, the last ounce of adrenaline from a good scare or an adventure running through my veins. No, no chemical substances or substitutes, it needs to be a pure natural adrenaline. Boy, do I love that.

Dogs are the best animal to walk on this planet. I have one, I'm quite glad about it. When I was a kid my dad showed up one day with a dog. The dog was my damn best friend. I was only four when I met him, sadly he died while I was at Hogwarts in my first year. My parents never told me how, damn them for that. Anyways, I am planning on getting a dog for my son. Heck, actually, I like any animal for the most part. I love cats, owls, dogs. Animals are amazing creatures. But, right now I only have an owl for work purposes. She's an old owl, let me tell you. It's a miracle she hasn't tipped over by now. I should've never gave away her babies, should've kept one.

I love me some competition. Seriously, turn it into a game... Boy, I love games. So yeah, turn it into a game for me and I'll be happy. I easily get locked up into competitions either it be a race on a broom or a round of darts in a bar... Not that I go to those bars all that often. I've also learned that making things into a game or a competition is a great way for me to bond with my son, teach him things, and get along with him. Betcha my son can kick your ass at gobstones by now. I also love Famous Wizard Cards from the Chocolate Frogs, I've always wanted them while growing up, but they're an expensive candy so I only ever got the cards people didn't want, I was quite proud the first time I pulled a Ronald Weasley card. I'm gonna make sure my son has a million of them, we're working on the collection together. He trades with his friends, as I do mine. We try to get a new card each week to show each other. It's our Tuesday thing.

There are a bunch of other things I like as well. Let's think, sports, even muggle sports I'll admit. Oh, boy, I also freaken love magic, I can't stand the idea of not having magic. I'm quite glad of my heritage. I'm proud to be a veela, I'm proud to be a wizard, I'm glad I get to hold a wand, legally too! I love the ladies, I'll admit it. I have chased a skirt or a dozen over the years. I know, it's strange I have a kid that's just about six years old. So why bother dating and chasing tail? It's because I'm a man, that's why. I need some me time now and then. I'm straight, very much so, but I can tell when a man is hot. And man, young single fathers look hot, like the young single hot ladies taking care of their nieces and nephews are hot. Oh shit! Am I drooling? Anyways, speaking of drooling, I love pizza, I know strange dish. But, man, it's my son's favorite and it's mine.

Anything else? Oh right! Travel, I love to travel more than anything in the world. I spent a month backpacking through the Alps. Recently I hiked through China with my son. Never thought I would say that giving a five year old a piggy back ride while carrying a heavy ass backpack was exhausting, but after five hours of straight walking uphill? Sure is exhausting! It's actually quite fun to dance in a foreign country too! Damn, I love that word, it's my favorite.

I'm a freaken auror. I love my work honestly. Though, I'm a bit afraid that one day my kid might be used to get to me. But, like most aurors we separate our personal and professional lives. Cause, y'know what I've seen at work can eat away at your very soul, I'll tell you what.

I don't like messes very much. I don't mind clutter around the house, like my kid's shoes. I don't mind books, papers, but... I do mind when there's plates piling up, clothes, and stuff. There's a fine difference between a mess and clutter. No messes, I don't like messes, I'm a little bit organized, I like to know where things are. I don't like when my furniture is changed without me knowing, cause I like being able to navigate my house in the dark... Though, somehow I keep running into damn toys in my toes, that's painful!

Robes are dorky and weird, I don't like them very much. I don't prefer wearing robes, I prefer other things. I also don't like some food, such as pineapple, grapefruit or even turkey. I am not generally a very picky person, I'll try new things for sure. I don't mind trying new things, as that's how you discover things right? But, those three foods I listed, I tried them several times and disliked the taste each time.

Being tongue tied is one of the greatest curses that can befall a man. Don't you just hate it when something's on the tip of your tongue and you can't finish it? I hate that too. Don't you hate when you know what to say, but you can't form the right words to make them make sense? I do too. I don't like when my family is threatened, if someone lays a hand on someone I care about I go after them with a vengeance. I will defend my kid to the four corners of this very earth we walk upon, I'll defend my friends.

I don't like kids that misbehave, seriously, it's annoying when asking questions at some shop and the shopkeeper has to run off every three seconds to yell at a kid to stop touching fragile items or ripping expensive stuff. Heck, I've seen kids that curse at the age five, I know I may have a tongue, but damn, my boy better never say those things. At least for now. Speaking of shopkeepers, shops that close early are strange and foreign. I don't like this at all. When I go in at nine fifty eight am and they stopped serving breakfast, I want my damn breakfast. While on that topic, I'm not that patient of a man, lines are one of the banes of my existence, I don't like standing in lines for very long. It'd be a cold day in hell when you find me at a midnight line for a new release, I'd just get it in a day or two.

I don't like it when laws are broken]. Follow the law. I don't mean broom speeding laws, heck, I ignore that, but, don't you dare go murdering or raping anyone. I find that plain despicable. There are parts of my job, people I've arrested for doing unspeakable things. Anything else? Um... Hail? Yeah that. I like rain, I don't like hail, I like show... But not hail. Also, I'm secretly afraid of thunder I'm glad my son is so I have someone to curl in my bed with me and hide from the thunder.

I CAN BREW VERITASERUM WHAT ARE YOUR STRENGTHS? TELL ME YOUR WEAKNESSES...

Boy, you're a tricky questioner are you? Let's start with my weaknesses this time, okay? Cause we gotta end this on a good note. Patience, I'm not a man with this virtue. I'm quite impatient, I know I am. It's hard for me to try to be patient. I need something to do, I need distractions. I feel I'm at my best when I'm busy. Language, my language is bad. I have a foul mouth, I know that. I can curse like a muggle sailor crossing the seven seas, but I've been trying to watch my tongue a bit.

I guess I'm a romantic with a weakness toward love. I fall for the fairy tales, I believe in romance, but, I'm not exactly sure what it is as I don't think I experienced it. I know I'm the guy, pull out the chair, stand up when the lady leaves the table, offer to reseat her, stand up when she returns. I know these details from the fancy parties my grandparents were invited to. But, I don't commit very well, I want to. I deeply want to. But, I'm not sure how to produce it. There was one girl... Two years ago, I thought was perfect after dating her for two months, but, when she met my son... He didn't like her at all. I let my son's judgment decide the relationship. I ended it.

I don't back down easily, I can get quite hot headed and argue quite well. But, I can lose graciously, I love debates, but, I can get quite hot headed and not know when to back down. Just hollar at me 'boy, you lost, shut the hell up and go get a drink' and that'd shut me up... Or buy me a drink first, and I'd shut up quicker, cause y'know, free drink, I'll tell you what. I'm a stoic person, I bottle up my emotions, I can take a lot of pain and keep my mouth shut. I guess I kind of huddle everything in. I do have separation problems, I don't like being alone... Plus, now I have a son to look after, I miss him just about every moment I'm away from him. I don't know why, it feels natural.

I can think on my feet quite well. I'm accustomed to thinking on my feet. Ever since I was a tyke I lived in the moment, I like living in the moment. I learned a great deal more of living in the moment when I got my son, as I treasure every moment with him. I learned to live in the present, not to worry or concern about the future. I live for now, the moment that is now, which is the most important thing in the world to me. Thinking on my feet comes in handy in my job field as well.

I am a passionate son of a bitch, for sure. I apply myself to what I want or when I desire something. I'm quite committed. Now, don't those two work lovely with one another? The traits of being passionate and committed to my work and life has allowed me to push boundaries I never thought was possible. Auror training while caring for a kind, alone? Done it. Raising a kid when my family thought it was a mistake I didn't put him up for adoption? Done it. I keep my word, or at least I try to. I'm not a damn perfectionist, but, I try to keep myself motivated and pour my heart, mind, and soul into a project, into life. I'm quite decisive when it comes to decisions as well.

But, fighting, combat? I have strong reflexes my reflexes are also quite quick. Yes, I'll admit it. I dance, I like dancing. I dance around the living room in my boxers on a lazy Saturday morning when there's an educational sing-a-long program on the television, I'll dance along and sing along with my son. Hey, I may not like the song, but make it fun right? Plus the boy learns something. Besides, dancing in boxers in my own living room? Nothing wrong with that. What's wrong with that? It's my home, I'll tell you what. There's nothing wrong with it, I'll tell you what.

TAP... TAP... TAP... WHAT ANNOYS YOU? WHAT ARE YOUR QUIRKS? HABITS?

Oh. Um. What annoys me? What annoys me is being questioned. I don't like shrinks, I don't like being compromised. I'm annoyed by cleaning, but I do it anyway. I tend to stick my tongue out a lot, I say "I'll tell you what" a lot, I use the word "damn" quite a bit. I dance around quite a bit. I like to sing and rock out to lyrics playing on the radio with my son. I never, ever, make an obligation on a Tuesday outside of work. Tuesdays when I'm not working belongs to my heart, my son.

OBLIVIATE! WHAT ARE YOU MOST AFRAID OF? TELL ME YOUR SECRETS!

My deepest fear? Honestly, it's my kid growing up. I don't want him to grow up. Can he be tiny forever? It's terrifying to me that he'd be six this November! Can we skip November the fourth? If so, thank the merciful gods, whomever they may be. Sorry, not a religious man. I'm also afraid of thunder... Don't tell anyone. Please? Also, my deepest secret? I can say I wish my son were my own blood, but that's not really a secret. Um, actually wait yes it is! My son doesn't know he's adopted! I'm gonna keep it that way, I was the only guy ever in his life really. I don't talk about my son much at work, because, y'know, I don't want it to be talked about on a mission. I don't need my son being used as a victim for something. My friends know, yes.

EXPECTO PATRONUM! WHAT ARE YOUR HAPPIEST MEMORIES? YOUR PATRONUS FORM?

My happiest memory? It is by far the day in the Wizengamot where they awarded custody of my son to me, full custody in all legal sense of the name and changed the boy's last name to be mine. That is my happiest memory, it will always be my happiest memory, the day I truly got my son. I can indeed perform a patronus and my form is a golden lion tamarin.

SO... ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE... WHO ARE YOU... SEEING... DATING? STALKING?

There have been quite a ladies in my life, I'd admit. But, serious relationships? Honestly only three. Two were in my teenage years, before I got my son. One was with my son, lasted two months, but my son didn't like her so I ended things. Usually things somehow decides not to go well after like the second or third date. Though, I made it to a fourth date recently, she freaked out when she found out I have a kid. I never been divorced, engaged, or married. I do have one kid. And, I'm pretty damn straight. Probably a 1.5 kinsey. I did do the bunk de bunk with another guy once, but it was experimentation because I was damn curious.

DO YOU LOVE YOUR FAMILY? TELL ME OF YOUR FAMILY... SIBLINGS... PARENTS...

Okay, so my family. Let's see. I have no current partner, I have one... Actually, how about I write a list? -writes on the paper:

Rory Aedan Lloyd Varki -- Son. He's a half-blood... Part-human. His mother was a quarter British Veela, so I guess that makes him an eighth.
Astor Richard Dupuy -- Father. He's a damn deadbeat, doesn't count. Pure-blood. French guy, that left me a bastard. Horrible father. Alive, missing.
Brienne Tarth Varki -- Mother. Pure French Veela. Alive.
Daenerys Emilia Lloyd -- Rory's biological mother, deceased, quarter British Veela, died age 19.
____ ____ Dupuy -- Half-brother, 29, pure-blood. French.
____ ____ Dupuy -- Half-sister, 34, pure-blood. French.

ONCE UPON A TIME... MY LIFE STORY IS BORING, BUT... I WANT TO KNOW YOURS.

So. Um. What do I say here? Once upon a time I was born to a Veela woman, a French Veela to be exact. Anyways, as you all know males aren't that common in Veela lineage. They get more common as the more deluded a blood line becomes. My mother is a beautiful woman, a gorgeous woman. She got knocked up by a visiting wizard one night and she became with child. She was excited, she was thrilled for her first girl. She planned to name her first daughter, Meredith. She found it a miracle she could have a child, as her last pregnancy was a miscarriage and she was believed to be unable to have children. Guess what mom? At the party I went to with my dad, I went home with you!

So anyways, many moons later, I was born. She realized I had a penis. What a shock. I was one of the first actual half-veela males born in the village in a long time. Honestly, I don't think I ever met a pure male veela. I wonder if they're even possible. Anyways, yeah. I'm a half-veela, and half wizard. My mother raised me alright. I was a happy child. I was born on April twelfth in year two thousand. So, my mother, Brienne Tarth Varki named me to be Aedan, I am not exactly sure why she choose Aedan, but she must've heard it before and liked it... I should go ask her what it means. She gave me the middle name Meredith, in honor of the daughter she wanted so badly. And, I took her last name. Not my fathers, she contacted my father. He never really showed up to my birth.

So um, yeah, I didn't talk much really. I learned some basic words, how to call my mother. I wasn't talking nearly as much as all the girl veela children were at my age. At the age of two my mom left the village in a hurry late one night and took a knight bus all the way to Cannes, my grandfather tells me the story of how she fought of a many wizarding suitors offering to provide her a good place, a good home for her and her child. One even followed her in the hospital. Damn veela charm. Anyways, I apparently contracted Dragonpox before I was vaccinated, I wasn't due to be vaccinated for about another six months. This disease was fatal, and because I was so young, the cure was volatile. I was in the hospital for several days, but all is well. I was released.

I started talking like a blabbermouth when I was three years old, I caught up to the other children my age. So, um? What do I talk about? How I was a brat as a child? Got in a fight with another kid. Well, I was a biter. I'll tell you that now. I got in a lot of trouble for biting other people. Bite. Bite. Bite. Rawr. My family wasn't rich, my mother had a hard time affording things. I grew up in my grandparents home. When my dad came to visit once when I was five years old, I broke his damn wand. Hahahaha. Boy, he was pissed. I got a dog when I was four? Oh boy, I loved that dog. My mom was not happy when my grandpa showed up and went "Every boy needs a dog!" and gave it to me. I was like "I'm a boy! Is it mine?" I wasn't the sharpest crayon in the box... I loved when my dad visited most of the time because he brought me the expensive chocolate frog candies. My mom rarely got them for me because they cost more than the rest. I loved collecting the Famous Wizard Cards.

The Delacour family has always been kind to my family, but, I moved to Wales. My mom moved in with a friend, to get on her own. She wanted to try and start her life anew. We were gonna get a place in Hogsmeade, she promised me Hogsmeade, a pure wizard village. But, it was too expensive. She found a job as a waitress in a muggle restaurant, her tips were amazing. But, we ended up living in Wales. Don't get me wrong, I freaken love being Welsh now. I know I'm not Welsh by blood, but I was proud to have been Welsh when I moved there. I started learning English at the same time too, my mom taught me some terms, but I spoke with a lot of French. So when I was in Wales almost all my time from ages six, seven, and eight was learning English, just English. When I was nine my mom got enough money to send me to Charm school, she didn't want me being veela to hold me back from Hogwarts. She saved a lot for Hogwarts, sometimes I think she didn't even eat so I could eat. Money was getting very tight again in the recession.

We did go back to France each summer. Though my mom and grandparents spent a great deal of time with the Delacour family, I rarely did. I was always off at some sort of class. Dance? Charm school? Some sort of lesson. My mom paid so much, worked two jobs sometimes just to get me into good classes because she wanted me to become something of myself. A woman named Apolline Delacour gave my mom some money, my mom refused so she called it an extremely long interest loan. Every knut of that went straight to my Hogwarts tuition. I feel bad I've only seen the woman a handful of times, though, I did kick her granddaughter, Dominique. Okay. I bit her too. Don't judge me. I was what? Ten? That was not a fun apology, she just laughed. So I guess that was good? It was because of her I was able to go through Charm School, and Hogwarts, my mom was able to afford my tuition and get me robes that weren't second hand and new books. My wand was made by my grandmother, who used one of my mom's veela hairs. My books, my wand, my robes, this was the first time I had anything new. Something that was mine first. I was an aggressive kid.


Okay, so um. Ten was eventful. I think they forgave me because I met my big brother and sister. I didn't really like them. They were rich. Snotty. I was not. They made fun of my clothes too. I didn't want to see them again. I didn't like spending the summer with my dad, but my mom insisted on it. My stepmom wasn't happy with it either, but I liked her toward the end. She finally took me out to dinner, just us two just talking to me. I like her now. I couldn't really be pissed at my dad for cheating on his wife, because I was the bastard. She also taught me to play quidditch too, my mom didn't play much as she doesn't like brooms. But, I sure did. I found it fascinating, I actually liked racing more than quidditch.

So um. I got my Hogwarts letter and all when I was eleven. I was excited, cause of the new things. Shiny new books made me happy. I must've spent all summer reading them. I kept practicing with my wand, my mom had to take my wand away from me because I was awesome at breaking the house dishes and other stuff... Yeah, don't ask my mom about her great grandmother's china. It had an... Um... Accident.

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was amazing. My father went to Beuaxbatons, my sister and brother did two. But, my mom didn't go to either. I went, it was awesome. I loved going across the lake, I loved learning magic, showing off what I have learned. I was sorted into Gryffindor. It was an amazing act to me. In my second year, my mom sent me a howler because I kind of ditched Herbology and Potions classes. I didn't like them at all, they were frustrating. I took extra classes in Herbology, I did much, much better in Potions in respect now that I was understanding the properties better. I also met my best friend, Daenerys. She was older than me, but who cares. By one year. She wasn't like all the other girls who kept pitching my cheeks calling me adorable or a future little heartbreaker. I fucking hate when my cheek is pitched. Go make your own baby and pitch their cheeks. Not mine. Grrr. But, Daenerys was a quarter Veela, so she understood the charm, the attraction.

So um, I played a lot of quidditch with friends, because I could. I loved racing, got some great rushes. Great competition. The head of the Gryffindor team asked me to try a keeper position one lazy Saturday morning, because they were short. I did, I was excited! He said I was quite quick at moving to block goals and I wasn't afraid to hit them head on, I wasn't afraid of the risk, I had good balance. So, he told me if I didn't join the team, he'd dock points from our house and assign me detention. Damn blackmail bastard. So, it was all fun and fun. I did a lot better in Hogwarts, actually did quite well on my OWLS and I was told from my head of house have I considered ever being an Auror, I haven't, but it interested me. But, I didn't really know what to do so my head of house picked my NEWTS for me and told me to try to be an auror, if I didn't like it I can have my classes swapped, so I did.

When I was seventeen, beginning of my eighth year at Hogwarts, Daenerys' baby was coming! It was luckily a Hogsmeade trip, I snuck off from Hogsmeade and went on over to St. Mungo's, I apparated of course, thank merlin I got my license. I got to watch her son be born, Rory. Rory Aedan Lloyd, she named his middle name after me. She asked me to be his godfather because the real father was long gone. I said yes, didn't even have to think of it. I saw the kid as much as I could. But, a few months after he was born she moved off to China, I was devastated, not because of missing Rory, but because she was my best friend. She got an offer to work with Chinese dragons! It was her lifelong dream, ever since we were kids she was talking about that. I did get a ton of detention for sneaking off Hogsmeade grounds too, it was all well worth it. I graduated Hogwarts. I went off to start learning to be an Auror. It was a thrill, I couldn't wait. A ton of training, I barely slept because I wanted to rush through it. I was playing quidditch for a professional team too, so I had like no time at all.

But, something happened. I quit my trainee course, I ran straight to China. I didn't bother telling many people. I just went, I booked a flight because I was too distressed to try and make a ton of apparation jumps, I couldn't stand portkeys. I just had to get there. I sold my bed, my broom, my couch, to just get to China, to afford the ticket and fees. China was so far away, on the other side of the world. I sold a ton of stuff to be able to afford the ticket there and one back. Daenerys died. My best friend died. Not of a dragon accident, she survived a close call... Only to get hit by a train. I took the kid home with me, because of the dangerous job Daenerys already had the paperwork drawn up, so I wasn't questioned when I showed my identification. He was barely one, just learning to talk. My mom told me to give him up for adoption, we couldn't afford another mouth. So, I moved out. She was still pissed I sold nearly everything in my room. I moved in with a friend, stayed on the couch. I lived by couch surfing for a while. I started working at a shop in Hogsmeade too, to get extra money.

I saw an old trainer from the Ministry, he asked me why I suddenly left the Auror program, he saw the kid. He told me to tell him what happened, he let me stay with him for a while. He also helped me get a lawyer in the ministry to help me adopt the baby. He realized I really loved him. I loved Rory. I didn't have the heart to get rid of his last name, so he became Rory Aedan Lloyd Varki. Long name, I know. But, I couldn't let him forget Daenerys, she was amazing. One of the best woman I've ever known. Heck, she was even my first kiss. We were great friends, till death did us part. So, anyways, with the help from the Ministry trainer and his wife, I was able to complete my Auror training and start making a salary. I was able to quit my Hogsmeade job to focus on work. I had more time to spend with Rory, I was so happy. I was pulled off of a case one day by my trainer and told to show up in the court chambers in the Ministry I was terrified. But, when I showed up I was congratulated on custody of my son, full custody of Rory was transferred to me in the eyes of the law. Happiest day ever. When I got back up to the Auror office they had a little party for me, well the guys in cause there was a big case at the time. The cake, all of it. I remember. My mentor's wife brought Rory with her too. It was the first time they all met my son. This was in twenty nineteen.


When I was twenty, in year twenty-twenty, I was dating this girl. First serious relationship in a long time. After two months I brought her home to meet Rory. Rory didn't like her, I was wondering why. I left them alone for a second to go to the bathroom. I came back to find her yelling at Rory for making too much noise. I yelled at her to get the hell out of my apartment. So anyways, my son turned three, it was a great day. When my son was four, I went missing on a mission, it was twenty twenty-one. I had to hide undercover and couldn't make it back, I was lost, didn't know where I was because I escaped capture on a case. I was gone for about three weeks. When I came back home after debriefing, I just wanted to see Rory, I didn't want a hot shower. I wanted Rory. I didn't care if I was half covered in mud. I was told my mother had him. I went to my mom's house and walked in to find her singing to him, like she did to me when I sat on her lap. She had a smile on her face. My mom finally liked Rory. My mom finally warmed up to him. She cried when she saw me and Rory ran straight to me, calling me daddy. She also already trained him to call her, her favorite.

So, I did join the Order in early twenty twenty-two. I was aware of it for a while, I felt I needed to join it. I needed a safer world for Rory. Now Rory was five, and I was twenty-two, we started collecting chocolate frog cards. They were my favorite candy, I was able to afford them for my son. Each Tuesday we went down to Honeydukes and pigged out on them. We traded cards, and built a collection. It's on display in my flat's living room. It's small, I know. I know I should be able to afford a home, perhaps a nice one in Hogsmeade, but I'm still in Wales. There's a reason. It's cheaper, it's home to me, close to his grandma's home... My mom's and his real grandma's. And with the money I saved I started sending Rory to Charm School, at age five. Early, yes. But he wasn't gonna be a dumb kid in school, I wanted the best for him. I was saving money for everything I would do for him.

Right now? I'm twenty-three, my son's still five. He's gonna be six on November fourth this year. It's year twenty twenty-three as well. Over this summer it's quite nice in China. I'm currently hiking through China right now, showing it off to my son. Showing him the beauty his mother found in China. I plan on bringing him back every other year. China is his mother. Though, he's not Asian, but China is his mother. But, we only spent about three weeks in China, I had to get back to work and he had summer classes. He's taking swimming, piano, and he's learning how to ride a broom. I played professional quidditch for a few months while I was in Auror training, I quit because I had to get Rory, because I sold my broom. But, yeah.

my name is leif i am twenty-four years old I hail from pacific.