Post by Leif on Mar 6, 2014 16:33:35 GMT -8
elias friedrich dürer
i am a [twenty-three] year old [order] [straight] guy!
yes! i'll admit it, I do look a lot like [nolan funk] don't you think?
yes! i'll admit it, I do look a lot like [nolan funk] don't you think?
Oskar! Calm down! Go to bed, now! Oh. I'm sorry about that. I didn't mean to frighten you, [#username]. Kann ich's wieder gutmachen? Er. Sorry about that as well. I meant to ask how can I make it up to you? Oh right? I should start telling you my story as I promised you? Oh, [#username] don't look at me that way.
Okay. Where shall I start? Shall I start in the beginning and explain how I was born to Franz and Johanna Ingrid? Or tell you the stories of my older brothers Axel, August, or Philipp? Or my twin, Angela? Or the lazy brother Emanuel? Or even my sister Heidi? I have six siblings. Four brothers, two sisters. Oh. Right. Um. Right. Oskar! Oskar is who you want to know about, [#username]? Why didn't you say so! Oskar's my son! He's five. He'd be six on September ninth! I quite love my son. I know, I know. I'm a young father and all of that. I'm only twenty-three you know and my birthday is in August... August 23rd to be honest. I was born in the year of the millennium, 2000.
So, yes. This means my son was born in 2018. So, yes I was exactly eighteen years old when he was born. You see, this is actually quite an interesting story when it comes to Oskar. Let's start with how my family all learned about it right? So, I'm a fresh graduate of Durmstrang Institute and was working on internships! I got offered a really awesome one in the spring in the United Kingdom working under some master trainers of flying and at another broom supplies store. I asked my dad and all before I went off because you know... The United Kingdom was a scary and brand spanking new country for me! I'd be off there living alone for the first time in my life.
Anyhow, I worked in a broom shop, selling brooms to people and teaching young kids how to fly. I was really excited for my internship though, and already notified my work that I'd be going to London to take an internship with the British government working under some of the masterminds of the British Department of Magical Transportation. No idea how this actually got pulled off. I kind of think my dad had something to do with it, but I cannot be sure. I was excited to work in Broom Regulatory Control. I however wasn't as excited for that as I was for my best friend, Daenerys Nowotnik.
Keep in mind, [#username], that I had a major crush on this girl. I've had for years. Even though she had been my best friend for years I was in complete and utter love with her. So, imagine how I felt with the love of my life was giving birth to a child. Her parents didn't show up. Honestly, I don't think I've ever met her parents. It was quite strange. I had to be there for her. There was nobody else there. I went for her. I sat there in the room the entire time with her. I refused to sleep throughout the day. I even missed work the next day because I refused to leave the hospital.
This should already prove to you that I'm loyal to those I love. I'm committed to my friends. I was there the very moment when she delivered the baby. I was asked to leave the room, but, oh. Hah! It's amusing, remembering it to this day. She screamed at them to let me stay there and she squeezed the hell out of my hand. Nutty woman. I loved her. That was my Daenerys. I was there when they first handed her her first son. The moment was surreal. I remember it vividly. I remember sitting on the edge of her bed looking down at the little tyke. He was adorable. She named him Oskar. I thought it was adorable. She gave him his middle name after me of course, Elias. Oh. I probably should've introduced myself, huh? I'm Elias Friedrich Dürer. I grew up being known as Fred, Freddy, or Fritz... Mostly Fritz to my siblings and friends.
I was there as much as I could possibly be for the child and my best friend. I brought them diapers, bottles, and even outfits I thought were adorable. I came from money. Daenerys really struggled and was hard working, so I was willing to help her pay for anything. She had asked me to be Oskar's godfather. I couldn't say to the woman I was in love with and my best friend, so I said yes. I loved the little tyke already. I was the best faux uncle ever. Times changed and I went to take my internship in the United Kingdom. Dad went with me to help me settle in at a nice enough location in Diagon Alley, a small tiny room rented out. It was fine. Different than I was used to at home, but fine.
While I worked my internship I saw a ring in a jewelry shop one day on my way walking across Diagon Alley. I saw the perfect ring. It was the ring I wanted to use to ask my best friend to marry me if I ever got the guts. I just had to go in and make a deal, offering to pay a little bit teach week and get the ring when it was paid off, pretty much and the shopkeeper offered to resize it for me, for free. I worked away hard at my internship. I wasn't able to pay off the ring in time, by the time my three months ended. I offered the shopkeeper to mail the rest if he could mail the ring to him, he agreed.
At the end of my internship I was offered an extension for a while if I'd want one. I said yes. So, I didn't return to Germany after three months as planned. I stayed longer, much longer. I had arrived in March. Three months was up in June. So I basically worked the summer as well, boy... That was a busy season! I got urgent news when I arrived home that night, a friend's face was already booming in the small fireplace in the living room that I crossed to go to my room. Boy, was I surprised. He told me what had happened. Daenerys passed away while working with dragons.
I returned immediately. I was Oskar's godfather. I quit my internship. They were shocked I quit after I was so excited and talking about possibly applying for a non-intern position. I went to Romania to find they already moved her to Germany. So, I went straight to Germany, my home and found Oskar being watched by some lady. I took Oskar and say with a lawyer as they read Daenerys' will. She didn't have much. Everything was left to Oskar. But, to me I was asked to raise Oskar, fulfill my duties as a godfather and there was a letter for me to read. She had apparently meant to tell me something much sooner.
I never got to propose to the love of my life. But, I did get her son. Do you have an idea how hard it is, [#username] to know you paid for a ring... To propose to the love of your life, but she was dead by the time you got there and you spent the entire trip cursing yourself because you forgot to pick it up from the shop? I didn't get to hold her hand in the final moments. All I had was the memory before I left for my internship when she met me at the airport, as I decided to take a plane so I can take my stuff with me. The lawyer was at the hospital and that was strange. Apparently he was called because I was on my way. I took the Floo Network London to the Netherlands. From the Netherlands I took their Floo Network to the border of Germany and apparated straight to the hospital.
I asked where I should go. The receptionist looked at her book and gave me a very strange stare. She told me where to go. I did. I walked across a waiting room and there I heard some crying! I heard my name shouted. It was so very strange to hear myself being called Fritz, despite the fact I've gone by my middle name, Friedrich for years. In London I went by my first name, Elias. I got used to being called Eli there. I reinvented myself in London, exerted myself, got busy in my work, tried to make a life for myself there the best I could.
I crouched down to my knees and grabbed the little tyke that walking about. I wrapped my arms around him and gave him a big hug. I was glad to see that kid. "Hey Oskar," I said. I looked at the person there. I met her before, but I couldn't quite place her and she called me Fritz. She obviously knew me. I asked what was going on. She told me to go into the room and gave me the number. I carried Oskar with me, that little tyke wasn't walking the last time I saw him was a while ago. The little tyke was almost a year. He was cute.
In the room I saw a sheet over the face of somebody. I froze. A woman that was standing there, not the lawyer, a healer or something like that pulled the sheet down. My heart stopped. I fell down to the ground, clutching Oskar as tight as I could without hurting that little fella. I broke out crying on the ground. I remember my sobs so vividly. "I was going to ask your mom to marry me, little man." I sobbed holding Oskar. I don't remember exactly how long I was on the ground, but, eventually the healer nurse touched my shoulder asking if there was anything she could do. I asked her to take Oskar. She smiled and grabbed the child and I stood up. I kissed the lifeless lips of the person that stole my first kiss when I was fifteen.
My heart ached. I felt numb. I must have stood there for an hour staring at her and sobbing until people came in the room and asked me what funeral home to send her to. I froze at that question. I couldn't cry anymore. I just became stiffed faced and grabbed Oskar from the lady sitting in the room. I said I needed to make arrangements. I was going to apparate out of the room, but a person asked me to confirm my identity. I told them to check my pocket as I'm not letting go of Oskar. They took out my wallet to find my passport I used because I was living and working in Britain for a while. "Elias Dürer," I said. The lawyer asked why I was referred to as Fritz by Daenerys. I choked up at her name being mentioned and stared blankly for a moment. "My middle name is Friedrich."
I went straight to talk to my dad. I didn't care there was somebody in his office. I barged in with Oskar in my arms. The look on my face, the pained look across my face must have given it away. I explained what happened, that I was the emergency contact for Daenerys. The thing the lawyer told me while I wasn't paying attention saying she wanted me to take Oskar. I tried my best not to break down in front of my father. He was there when I kissed Daenerys goodbye at the airport on my way to Britain. My dad didn't seem so keen, but later when my mother found out she was thrilled because she loved babies.
My dad paid for the funeral. I was so broke, barely living paycheck to paycheck. It wasn't like my dad couldn't afford it. The lawyer did meet with me and I asked my dad to stay. My mom was playing with Oskar elsewhere in our house later on when the lawyer did come over. I just sat there staring at the envelope I was handed, a letter from Daenerys to me. I refused to open it. He read the will. All the assets were given to Oskar, and custody of Oskar were to be given to me upon her death. So, basically everything went to us. Daenerys didn't have much. I put most of her stuff into a storage and kept Oskar's toys out, her albums in my room, and pictures.
I got a job. It wasn't much. It was working at a small shop. It did allow me to spend time with Oskar. It wasn't easy getting over with wanting to keep Oskar, not finding another home for him. I was just so attached to the little tyke and I asked to adopt him. But, it didn't go over that will because people said I was too young and things like that. I agreed to keep an open mind, when in reality I didn't want to get rid of Oskar. I couldn't part with him. I didn't even know any of Daenerys' family. She told me her parents were dead and I took her word for that. While there were eyes about Oskar, some talk behind my back and some talk to me, I fought to keep Oskar there with me. Even if it's just for a while. He was all I had left of Daenerys.
Damn. I love adrenaline. I'm a junkie. I'll admit that. I love flying brooms fast. I love sharp turns. I love racing. Heck, I even love muggle roller coasters with high speeds, fast jerks that make me feel like I'm going to fall off. I love fast moving things, speed, things like that. If it gives me a thrill, I'd be for it. I'm easily talked into things, trust me. Want me to try something new? Tell me. Think I'm being an idiot and need to stop? Tell me. However, when it came to Oskar I showed off my stubborn side. I refused to give him up at first.
I love animals, I love competition... And games. Competition is a huge thing to be. Like super huge. It also adds into my adrenaline love. I'm quite fond if an English word I learned as a teenager... Damn. I love that word. I probably use that word too much. I do love travel. I'm terrified of it at the same time. My most major trip was a shorter one because it was to England, but, I was moving there for an internship.
When Oskar was around two years old, after I've been back in Germany for a year my parents and my siblings decided to move to the United Kingdom for business reasons. I of course came and took Oskar with me. While there I met up with an old friend, Lucas again and got to actually meet his adorable baby, Eliot for the first time.
Yeah. I don't like change as much. I like my furniture how it is because I'm used to it. It's what I want. I'm a fan of Spartan design. My room was always pretty much neat. My dresser drawers were all pretty much closed. My bed was probably always the messiest part as I hated making it because I'd want to mess it up all over again. In the United Kingdom I got a job again at the Ministry of Magic in the Department of Magical Transportation. My visa was still valid so I had little issue with going to work for the government again.
Damn. I hate stepping on Oskar's toys. Hate it. They're like the sharpest things ever when he leaves them on the ground. I'm serious about broom regulation and games. I grew up a Dürer. I learned to care about brooms, to care about quality and not cutting corners. It was probably why I got my first internship, because I knew how broom regulations held up because we tried to beat the regulations by being better. So yeah. I'm passionate about things I care about, like brooms and games. I love racing, I love quidditch, I love them all... Just the pure action and I can play those games. Not as good as my older brother, but I can hold my ground. I am committed to my work and my responsibilities.
I don't need to prove my commitment to you, [#username]. When my true love died I came back without hesitation without even clearing out my room. I did later ask a British friend, Lucas and his friend India I met a few times that was a complete sweetheart to help me. They packed up my room and put everything into a very affordable storage until I was able to get it to bring it back to Germany. I took Oskar. I raised Oskar. I didn't hesitate taking Oskar. I fought for Oskar. If that's not commitment then you should just turn around and leave instead of questioning me, [#username]!
I hold my emotions in. It's rare when I break down. I am pretty good at holding them in. There are only a few incidents in my history where people had seen me with an emotional breakdown. One such example is when I found Daenerys dead as she died just moments before I made it back, as I was too late... Just too late. Another time was when Daenerys' parents came back. I thought they were dead. This was about a half a year ago. I was looking for a flat finally, so I can leave living with my parents. Oskar was the age to start charm school soon enough, so I didn't need help watching him constantly.
Six months ago I was contacted during a family dinner at my parents' home. I went to the door, someone else answered, smiled and responded "Yes I am Friedrich Dürer I guess?" They handed me an envelope. I walked back in to the table. I opened the envelope, it had German writing on it. It was an order from a court. I blinked as I ripped it open and read the stack of papers. Mom asked me what it was. I gulped and dropped the paperwork. I looked up and whispered, my face pained. "Daenerys' parents. They're alive." I stared at the paperwork. Why did Daenerys lie to me? For, that I knew. She told me stories of how they degraded her, her father talked about her being half-breed because she was the bastard of a veela. I still don't know the exact details, I could only guess. I knew she was half veela, and her parents weren't. So, I'm guessing one of them cheated.
It was the most surprising to me until I said the next words. "I'm being sued for custody of Oskar." I gulped. I looked over at Oskar and forced a smile toward the boy eating his food as if nothing in his world changed. He was my five year old. Mine. I had him for four years than. I dropped the paperwork and grabbed Oskar out of his seat, holding onto him tightly. "They can't have him. I don't want them to have them." I was freaking out and broke down into tears again at the idea of losing someone who had been such a major part of my life. Angela hugged me, tightly. August squeezed my shoulder saying it'd be fine.
I didn't take it well. I didn't want to lose Oskar. I never met Daenerys' parents. I freaked out. Big time. I was found by one of my siblings sobbing in the living room, my legs folded up as I held Oskar, refusing to let him go. My sibling took Oskar from my arms and tried to talk to me. While it was harsh for me to feel Oskar pulled away my family retaliated behind me. We got a lawyer and started playing with the law to keep Daenerys' will in the game. But, they had a rightful claim since I wasn't married to Daenerys and at the time I wasn't the boy's father. I never formally adopted Oskar. I asked if I can formally adopt him, since I was his legal guardian for years. The kid already called me vati, papa, or daddy. I was his dad for all intents and purposes.
The lawyer asked me about the letter that was mentioned in the will. I took him to my room, on my dresser there was a ring box... Remind me to tell you that story, [#username]. Under the ring box was the letter in the envelope from Daenerys. I never read it. I picked up the letter and sat on my bed. I needed to finally read it. I held it up, asking him to read it and not tell me what was on it. I froze and jerked it back and opened it up myself, reading the last words from the woman I was in love with. The letter came to me as a shock. In her hand writing. Daenerys wrote explaining Oskar, who Oskar's father was.
I remember some of the words so vividly, especially this part: Eli, I know you don't like me to call you that, but I promised I'd tell you who Oskar's father was one day. If something happens to me on my work, I want you to know this. His father is you. I lied. There was nobody else around that time. I'm so, so, sorry Elias. Oskar is yours too, please don't hate me. You were so excited about your internship, starting your life, I didn't want to ruin your life. It didn't ruin my life. It made me man up. Take responsibility.
Because of that letter it nipped the custody battle straight to my favor. We would have probably won anyway. But, this... This knowledge. I didn't have to formally adopt Oskar anymore. We got tested, just in case. The test proved I was certainly the father of Oskar. Needless to say my family was pretty shocked I slept with Daenerys when I was still seventeen. Let alone, around Christmas... When she was staying at our house. Oops. Yeah, sorry about that papa. But, they didn't really hold that against me. It was just more surprise when my twin sister, Angela brought that up.
What did you say, [#username]? I talk too much? Oh! You reminded me! It's time to tell you the story of the ring! You see, after we all moved to this country about three years ago one of my mom's bracelet's claps broke and a diamond fell out. So her and Angie was going to take it to a jewelry shop. Oskar was asleep and Emanuel didn't want to go to get lunch with them. I said I would and Emanuel could watch Oskar if he woke up. So, anyways, the jewelry shop they went to I said it looked familiar. Angela nudged me laughing said they all looked the same.
An older man came up to me, tapping me on the shoulder, "Eli?" he asked. I nodded my head. He held his hand, giving me an index finger and scooted off. My mom asked what that was. He came back out from behind a counter and pulled out a wrapped box and handed it over. The wrapped box had my name on it. "I didn't know where to send this to, son." The box, I ripped it open to reveal a smaller box inside of it. It was a ring box. I opened it up to see the ring I picked out for Daenerys. "Is this her?" he asked pointing to Angela.
I laughed and shook my head. "That's my sister," I said. Daenerys had died. The ring was the one I wanted to propose with, even though I was only eighteen. I planned on holding it until I was sure of the moment. The man kept the ring for two years. This was shocking to me. My mom and sister were shocked and I had to explain myself over lunch, telling them what I had done before Daenerys died, telling them what happened at the airport, and that dad saw before the eye accident.
So. Anything else? I have quick reflexes? I'm decisive? I love the heck out of my son, Oskar and even got his last name changed to be mine? I'm a sore loser... I'm stoic. I don't like backing down. Oh um... I'm not the most patient person? I'm bad at romance... Bad at dating. The love of my life died. I'm actually kind of afraid to date other woman. Sitting on my dresser on top of most bittersweet letters of my life stating I'm the father of Oskar is the ring I wanted to propose to her with. I'm so in love with her, even to this day. I don't think anyone could ever replace her. Don't get me wrong, I'm not completely dry sexually. I have tried things with a few women, but nothing really lasts. I serviced a sexually frustrated gay friend once... Never doing that again, definitely straight. I'm just very in love with someone who is no longer with us.
My son's going to be a heartthrob. He's adorable. He has blond hair. He dresses snazzy because everyone in the family buys him the coolest clothes. He's learning so well... He'd learn to play quidditch for sure. Plus, on top of being an awesome Dürer he's a quarter veela. He has a father that works in sports, an uncle that's an awesome sport's player, all kinds of awesome uncles and aunts honestly. Even awesome grandparents. I now work for the Department of Magical Games and Sports, I transferred out of Magical Transporation's Broom Regulation when there was a job higher ranked than mine, I applied for it and got it! I recently joined the Order because a great friend, India introduced me.
The world my son will grow up in will be better than mine.
Okay. Where shall I start? Shall I start in the beginning and explain how I was born to Franz and Johanna Ingrid? Or tell you the stories of my older brothers Axel, August, or Philipp? Or my twin, Angela? Or the lazy brother Emanuel? Or even my sister Heidi? I have six siblings. Four brothers, two sisters. Oh. Right. Um. Right. Oskar! Oskar is who you want to know about, [#username]? Why didn't you say so! Oskar's my son! He's five. He'd be six on September ninth! I quite love my son. I know, I know. I'm a young father and all of that. I'm only twenty-three you know and my birthday is in August... August 23rd to be honest. I was born in the year of the millennium, 2000.
So, yes. This means my son was born in 2018. So, yes I was exactly eighteen years old when he was born. You see, this is actually quite an interesting story when it comes to Oskar. Let's start with how my family all learned about it right? So, I'm a fresh graduate of Durmstrang Institute and was working on internships! I got offered a really awesome one in the spring in the United Kingdom working under some master trainers of flying and at another broom supplies store. I asked my dad and all before I went off because you know... The United Kingdom was a scary and brand spanking new country for me! I'd be off there living alone for the first time in my life.
Anyhow, I worked in a broom shop, selling brooms to people and teaching young kids how to fly. I was really excited for my internship though, and already notified my work that I'd be going to London to take an internship with the British government working under some of the masterminds of the British Department of Magical Transportation. No idea how this actually got pulled off. I kind of think my dad had something to do with it, but I cannot be sure. I was excited to work in Broom Regulatory Control. I however wasn't as excited for that as I was for my best friend, Daenerys Nowotnik.
Keep in mind, [#username], that I had a major crush on this girl. I've had for years. Even though she had been my best friend for years I was in complete and utter love with her. So, imagine how I felt with the love of my life was giving birth to a child. Her parents didn't show up. Honestly, I don't think I've ever met her parents. It was quite strange. I had to be there for her. There was nobody else there. I went for her. I sat there in the room the entire time with her. I refused to sleep throughout the day. I even missed work the next day because I refused to leave the hospital.
This should already prove to you that I'm loyal to those I love. I'm committed to my friends. I was there the very moment when she delivered the baby. I was asked to leave the room, but, oh. Hah! It's amusing, remembering it to this day. She screamed at them to let me stay there and she squeezed the hell out of my hand. Nutty woman. I loved her. That was my Daenerys. I was there when they first handed her her first son. The moment was surreal. I remember it vividly. I remember sitting on the edge of her bed looking down at the little tyke. He was adorable. She named him Oskar. I thought it was adorable. She gave him his middle name after me of course, Elias. Oh. I probably should've introduced myself, huh? I'm Elias Friedrich Dürer. I grew up being known as Fred, Freddy, or Fritz... Mostly Fritz to my siblings and friends.
I was there as much as I could possibly be for the child and my best friend. I brought them diapers, bottles, and even outfits I thought were adorable. I came from money. Daenerys really struggled and was hard working, so I was willing to help her pay for anything. She had asked me to be Oskar's godfather. I couldn't say to the woman I was in love with and my best friend, so I said yes. I loved the little tyke already. I was the best faux uncle ever. Times changed and I went to take my internship in the United Kingdom. Dad went with me to help me settle in at a nice enough location in Diagon Alley, a small tiny room rented out. It was fine. Different than I was used to at home, but fine.
While I worked my internship I saw a ring in a jewelry shop one day on my way walking across Diagon Alley. I saw the perfect ring. It was the ring I wanted to use to ask my best friend to marry me if I ever got the guts. I just had to go in and make a deal, offering to pay a little bit teach week and get the ring when it was paid off, pretty much and the shopkeeper offered to resize it for me, for free. I worked away hard at my internship. I wasn't able to pay off the ring in time, by the time my three months ended. I offered the shopkeeper to mail the rest if he could mail the ring to him, he agreed.
At the end of my internship I was offered an extension for a while if I'd want one. I said yes. So, I didn't return to Germany after three months as planned. I stayed longer, much longer. I had arrived in March. Three months was up in June. So I basically worked the summer as well, boy... That was a busy season! I got urgent news when I arrived home that night, a friend's face was already booming in the small fireplace in the living room that I crossed to go to my room. Boy, was I surprised. He told me what had happened. Daenerys passed away while working with dragons.
I returned immediately. I was Oskar's godfather. I quit my internship. They were shocked I quit after I was so excited and talking about possibly applying for a non-intern position. I went to Romania to find they already moved her to Germany. So, I went straight to Germany, my home and found Oskar being watched by some lady. I took Oskar and say with a lawyer as they read Daenerys' will. She didn't have much. Everything was left to Oskar. But, to me I was asked to raise Oskar, fulfill my duties as a godfather and there was a letter for me to read. She had apparently meant to tell me something much sooner.
I never got to propose to the love of my life. But, I did get her son. Do you have an idea how hard it is, [#username] to know you paid for a ring... To propose to the love of your life, but she was dead by the time you got there and you spent the entire trip cursing yourself because you forgot to pick it up from the shop? I didn't get to hold her hand in the final moments. All I had was the memory before I left for my internship when she met me at the airport, as I decided to take a plane so I can take my stuff with me. The lawyer was at the hospital and that was strange. Apparently he was called because I was on my way. I took the Floo Network London to the Netherlands. From the Netherlands I took their Floo Network to the border of Germany and apparated straight to the hospital.
I asked where I should go. The receptionist looked at her book and gave me a very strange stare. She told me where to go. I did. I walked across a waiting room and there I heard some crying! I heard my name shouted. It was so very strange to hear myself being called Fritz, despite the fact I've gone by my middle name, Friedrich for years. In London I went by my first name, Elias. I got used to being called Eli there. I reinvented myself in London, exerted myself, got busy in my work, tried to make a life for myself there the best I could.
I crouched down to my knees and grabbed the little tyke that walking about. I wrapped my arms around him and gave him a big hug. I was glad to see that kid. "Hey Oskar," I said. I looked at the person there. I met her before, but I couldn't quite place her and she called me Fritz. She obviously knew me. I asked what was going on. She told me to go into the room and gave me the number. I carried Oskar with me, that little tyke wasn't walking the last time I saw him was a while ago. The little tyke was almost a year. He was cute.
In the room I saw a sheet over the face of somebody. I froze. A woman that was standing there, not the lawyer, a healer or something like that pulled the sheet down. My heart stopped. I fell down to the ground, clutching Oskar as tight as I could without hurting that little fella. I broke out crying on the ground. I remember my sobs so vividly. "I was going to ask your mom to marry me, little man." I sobbed holding Oskar. I don't remember exactly how long I was on the ground, but, eventually the healer nurse touched my shoulder asking if there was anything she could do. I asked her to take Oskar. She smiled and grabbed the child and I stood up. I kissed the lifeless lips of the person that stole my first kiss when I was fifteen.
My heart ached. I felt numb. I must have stood there for an hour staring at her and sobbing until people came in the room and asked me what funeral home to send her to. I froze at that question. I couldn't cry anymore. I just became stiffed faced and grabbed Oskar from the lady sitting in the room. I said I needed to make arrangements. I was going to apparate out of the room, but a person asked me to confirm my identity. I told them to check my pocket as I'm not letting go of Oskar. They took out my wallet to find my passport I used because I was living and working in Britain for a while. "Elias Dürer," I said. The lawyer asked why I was referred to as Fritz by Daenerys. I choked up at her name being mentioned and stared blankly for a moment. "My middle name is Friedrich."
I went straight to talk to my dad. I didn't care there was somebody in his office. I barged in with Oskar in my arms. The look on my face, the pained look across my face must have given it away. I explained what happened, that I was the emergency contact for Daenerys. The thing the lawyer told me while I wasn't paying attention saying she wanted me to take Oskar. I tried my best not to break down in front of my father. He was there when I kissed Daenerys goodbye at the airport on my way to Britain. My dad didn't seem so keen, but later when my mother found out she was thrilled because she loved babies.
My dad paid for the funeral. I was so broke, barely living paycheck to paycheck. It wasn't like my dad couldn't afford it. The lawyer did meet with me and I asked my dad to stay. My mom was playing with Oskar elsewhere in our house later on when the lawyer did come over. I just sat there staring at the envelope I was handed, a letter from Daenerys to me. I refused to open it. He read the will. All the assets were given to Oskar, and custody of Oskar were to be given to me upon her death. So, basically everything went to us. Daenerys didn't have much. I put most of her stuff into a storage and kept Oskar's toys out, her albums in my room, and pictures.
I got a job. It wasn't much. It was working at a small shop. It did allow me to spend time with Oskar. It wasn't easy getting over with wanting to keep Oskar, not finding another home for him. I was just so attached to the little tyke and I asked to adopt him. But, it didn't go over that will because people said I was too young and things like that. I agreed to keep an open mind, when in reality I didn't want to get rid of Oskar. I couldn't part with him. I didn't even know any of Daenerys' family. She told me her parents were dead and I took her word for that. While there were eyes about Oskar, some talk behind my back and some talk to me, I fought to keep Oskar there with me. Even if it's just for a while. He was all I had left of Daenerys.
Damn. I love adrenaline. I'm a junkie. I'll admit that. I love flying brooms fast. I love sharp turns. I love racing. Heck, I even love muggle roller coasters with high speeds, fast jerks that make me feel like I'm going to fall off. I love fast moving things, speed, things like that. If it gives me a thrill, I'd be for it. I'm easily talked into things, trust me. Want me to try something new? Tell me. Think I'm being an idiot and need to stop? Tell me. However, when it came to Oskar I showed off my stubborn side. I refused to give him up at first.
I love animals, I love competition... And games. Competition is a huge thing to be. Like super huge. It also adds into my adrenaline love. I'm quite fond if an English word I learned as a teenager... Damn. I love that word. I probably use that word too much. I do love travel. I'm terrified of it at the same time. My most major trip was a shorter one because it was to England, but, I was moving there for an internship.
When Oskar was around two years old, after I've been back in Germany for a year my parents and my siblings decided to move to the United Kingdom for business reasons. I of course came and took Oskar with me. While there I met up with an old friend, Lucas again and got to actually meet his adorable baby, Eliot for the first time.
Yeah. I don't like change as much. I like my furniture how it is because I'm used to it. It's what I want. I'm a fan of Spartan design. My room was always pretty much neat. My dresser drawers were all pretty much closed. My bed was probably always the messiest part as I hated making it because I'd want to mess it up all over again. In the United Kingdom I got a job again at the Ministry of Magic in the Department of Magical Transportation. My visa was still valid so I had little issue with going to work for the government again.
Damn. I hate stepping on Oskar's toys. Hate it. They're like the sharpest things ever when he leaves them on the ground. I'm serious about broom regulation and games. I grew up a Dürer. I learned to care about brooms, to care about quality and not cutting corners. It was probably why I got my first internship, because I knew how broom regulations held up because we tried to beat the regulations by being better. So yeah. I'm passionate about things I care about, like brooms and games. I love racing, I love quidditch, I love them all... Just the pure action and I can play those games. Not as good as my older brother, but I can hold my ground. I am committed to my work and my responsibilities.
I don't need to prove my commitment to you, [#username]. When my true love died I came back without hesitation without even clearing out my room. I did later ask a British friend, Lucas and his friend India I met a few times that was a complete sweetheart to help me. They packed up my room and put everything into a very affordable storage until I was able to get it to bring it back to Germany. I took Oskar. I raised Oskar. I didn't hesitate taking Oskar. I fought for Oskar. If that's not commitment then you should just turn around and leave instead of questioning me, [#username]!
I hold my emotions in. It's rare when I break down. I am pretty good at holding them in. There are only a few incidents in my history where people had seen me with an emotional breakdown. One such example is when I found Daenerys dead as she died just moments before I made it back, as I was too late... Just too late. Another time was when Daenerys' parents came back. I thought they were dead. This was about a half a year ago. I was looking for a flat finally, so I can leave living with my parents. Oskar was the age to start charm school soon enough, so I didn't need help watching him constantly.
Six months ago I was contacted during a family dinner at my parents' home. I went to the door, someone else answered, smiled and responded "Yes I am Friedrich Dürer I guess?" They handed me an envelope. I walked back in to the table. I opened the envelope, it had German writing on it. It was an order from a court. I blinked as I ripped it open and read the stack of papers. Mom asked me what it was. I gulped and dropped the paperwork. I looked up and whispered, my face pained. "Daenerys' parents. They're alive." I stared at the paperwork. Why did Daenerys lie to me? For, that I knew. She told me stories of how they degraded her, her father talked about her being half-breed because she was the bastard of a veela. I still don't know the exact details, I could only guess. I knew she was half veela, and her parents weren't. So, I'm guessing one of them cheated.
It was the most surprising to me until I said the next words. "I'm being sued for custody of Oskar." I gulped. I looked over at Oskar and forced a smile toward the boy eating his food as if nothing in his world changed. He was my five year old. Mine. I had him for four years than. I dropped the paperwork and grabbed Oskar out of his seat, holding onto him tightly. "They can't have him. I don't want them to have them." I was freaking out and broke down into tears again at the idea of losing someone who had been such a major part of my life. Angela hugged me, tightly. August squeezed my shoulder saying it'd be fine.
I didn't take it well. I didn't want to lose Oskar. I never met Daenerys' parents. I freaked out. Big time. I was found by one of my siblings sobbing in the living room, my legs folded up as I held Oskar, refusing to let him go. My sibling took Oskar from my arms and tried to talk to me. While it was harsh for me to feel Oskar pulled away my family retaliated behind me. We got a lawyer and started playing with the law to keep Daenerys' will in the game. But, they had a rightful claim since I wasn't married to Daenerys and at the time I wasn't the boy's father. I never formally adopted Oskar. I asked if I can formally adopt him, since I was his legal guardian for years. The kid already called me vati, papa, or daddy. I was his dad for all intents and purposes.
The lawyer asked me about the letter that was mentioned in the will. I took him to my room, on my dresser there was a ring box... Remind me to tell you that story, [#username]. Under the ring box was the letter in the envelope from Daenerys. I never read it. I picked up the letter and sat on my bed. I needed to finally read it. I held it up, asking him to read it and not tell me what was on it. I froze and jerked it back and opened it up myself, reading the last words from the woman I was in love with. The letter came to me as a shock. In her hand writing. Daenerys wrote explaining Oskar, who Oskar's father was.
I remember some of the words so vividly, especially this part: Eli, I know you don't like me to call you that, but I promised I'd tell you who Oskar's father was one day. If something happens to me on my work, I want you to know this. His father is you. I lied. There was nobody else around that time. I'm so, so, sorry Elias. Oskar is yours too, please don't hate me. You were so excited about your internship, starting your life, I didn't want to ruin your life. It didn't ruin my life. It made me man up. Take responsibility.
Because of that letter it nipped the custody battle straight to my favor. We would have probably won anyway. But, this... This knowledge. I didn't have to formally adopt Oskar anymore. We got tested, just in case. The test proved I was certainly the father of Oskar. Needless to say my family was pretty shocked I slept with Daenerys when I was still seventeen. Let alone, around Christmas... When she was staying at our house. Oops. Yeah, sorry about that papa. But, they didn't really hold that against me. It was just more surprise when my twin sister, Angela brought that up.
What did you say, [#username]? I talk too much? Oh! You reminded me! It's time to tell you the story of the ring! You see, after we all moved to this country about three years ago one of my mom's bracelet's claps broke and a diamond fell out. So her and Angie was going to take it to a jewelry shop. Oskar was asleep and Emanuel didn't want to go to get lunch with them. I said I would and Emanuel could watch Oskar if he woke up. So, anyways, the jewelry shop they went to I said it looked familiar. Angela nudged me laughing said they all looked the same.
An older man came up to me, tapping me on the shoulder, "Eli?" he asked. I nodded my head. He held his hand, giving me an index finger and scooted off. My mom asked what that was. He came back out from behind a counter and pulled out a wrapped box and handed it over. The wrapped box had my name on it. "I didn't know where to send this to, son." The box, I ripped it open to reveal a smaller box inside of it. It was a ring box. I opened it up to see the ring I picked out for Daenerys. "Is this her?" he asked pointing to Angela.
I laughed and shook my head. "That's my sister," I said. Daenerys had died. The ring was the one I wanted to propose with, even though I was only eighteen. I planned on holding it until I was sure of the moment. The man kept the ring for two years. This was shocking to me. My mom and sister were shocked and I had to explain myself over lunch, telling them what I had done before Daenerys died, telling them what happened at the airport, and that dad saw before the eye accident.
So. Anything else? I have quick reflexes? I'm decisive? I love the heck out of my son, Oskar and even got his last name changed to be mine? I'm a sore loser... I'm stoic. I don't like backing down. Oh um... I'm not the most patient person? I'm bad at romance... Bad at dating. The love of my life died. I'm actually kind of afraid to date other woman. Sitting on my dresser on top of most bittersweet letters of my life stating I'm the father of Oskar is the ring I wanted to propose to her with. I'm so in love with her, even to this day. I don't think anyone could ever replace her. Don't get me wrong, I'm not completely dry sexually. I have tried things with a few women, but nothing really lasts. I serviced a sexually frustrated gay friend once... Never doing that again, definitely straight. I'm just very in love with someone who is no longer with us.
My son's going to be a heartthrob. He's adorable. He has blond hair. He dresses snazzy because everyone in the family buys him the coolest clothes. He's learning so well... He'd learn to play quidditch for sure. Plus, on top of being an awesome Dürer he's a quarter veela. He has a father that works in sports, an uncle that's an awesome sport's player, all kinds of awesome uncles and aunts honestly. Even awesome grandparents. I now work for the Department of Magical Games and Sports, I transferred out of Magical Transporation's Broom Regulation when there was a job higher ranked than mine, I applied for it and got it! I recently joined the Order because a great friend, India introduced me.
The world my son will grow up in will be better than mine.
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