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-Flamels' House-
I'm currently sitting in the guest room the Flamels prepared for me, reading Marcel's diary.
I had a very productive day today, as Nick taught me a bit about alchemy, which in his words "It's nothing more than a mixture of all magic and its subjects, be it Potions, Charms, Transfiguration or Astronomy".
I was aware that alchemy blended everything we learned from these subjects, but Nick showed me that learning alchemy also required having learned at least a few muggle subjects, such as chemistry and biology.
Unfortunately in this class I had with Nick he only taught me a few theoretical things, unlike Penny, who taught me a lot of spells for daily use in practice, as I helped her make the food and clean the house from time to time.
Penny told me it was fun to have guests at home as she doesn't have many friends as they all either died or live far away and are busy.
She even said that she liked the fact that I was a child even more, because she always wanted to have children or grandchildren to raise and care for, but one of the negative effects of Elixir of Life is that whoever drinks it for a long time ends up becoming sterile.
Because of that, Nick and Penny never had any heirs, which isn't necessary since they're immortal, but Penny was still happy to be able to teach me, which is why she's not showing me flashy or destructive spells, but simple and basic spells, because those would be the first spells she would teach her children.
Nick even told me that when he accepted Headmaster Dumbledore as a student and partner, Penny tried to pamper him like a child, and she still does to this day.
And this is a scene I really want and need to see.
But going back to the subject of Marcel's diary, I had already read a few pages of the diary earlier this year, but nothing that interesting happened, leading me to believe that my instincts had deceived me.
But currently Marcel is in his last year at Hogwarts, and for some reason, I started to feel that the main event was about to begin.
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-May 19th-
I thought that after more than 6 years at this school, I would have managed to get my classmates to accept me, but it seems that pureblood thinking is so ingrained in their minds that no matter how kind I try to be, they'll still treat me like scum.
The only good thing is that I realized a long time ago that when being nice and polite isn't the answer, cruelty and meanness are.
I can still remember the fear in Morpheus' eyes when I bewitched his Quidditch team uniform to suffocate him.
I knew he could have caused a lot of trouble for me with that, mainly because there were so many witnesses, but he preferred not to get the word out that a disgusting Mudblood had bewitched him.... Idiot.
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-December 25th-
This discovery... I don't know how to react to it.
I should have chosen to remain a Mudblood, that would be so much better than knowing I was abandoned.
All that money I saved for the inheritance test could have been used for better things... In fact, I would rather not have had that money.
Could I be being hasty? Yes, but it doesn't matter anymore.
I don't know what's worse. Knowing that I have a family that abandoned me, or knowing that 'he' is part of my true family.
This goddamn father of mine obviously abandoned me... I can't think of any other reason I lived with those fuckers I had to call family... My father obviously can take care of me... In fact, he could give me the life of a king and there would still be money left over, so why?
But the question that remains in my head is... Who is my mother? I don't recognize her family name... Is she a foreign witch?
Sometimes knowing less is as good as knowing everything.
At least I can be happy to know that I don't have a blood connection to those little Muggle shits... Damn, saying something like that really makes me feel like part of his family.
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'Hmm, so Marcel is the bastard son of some influential wizard... But from what I could tell, not only is his father a rich and probably important wizard, but his whole family is too, so in this case, the Marcel's family might still exist' I thought, scratching my chin.
The more I thought, the more the pieces fell into place.
Marcel's life from the beginning, his life so far at Hogwarts, and the things he discovered.
"I'm starting to get a little suspicious about something," I muttered, going back to reading the diary.
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Hehe... Apparently I should stop trying to discover my origins.
I don't know whether to feel happy or disappointed.
How could I be so dumb? The answer was always in my face.
Were the books that I received and kept so fondly actually a form of silent support?
I knew I'd read that last name before.
I wanted to know who my mother was, and in fact, I always knew... Or at least inside me there was that feeling and desire that she was my mother...
Well now I don't know what I want anymore.
The books I received from that lady were old Hogwarts books, and I always noticed that there was a common name written on all of them... Anabell Treysley.
And one of the two main names in my inheritance and lineage test was Treysley.
I'm that lady's son... She's always been taking care of me... A little time consuming, but she still took care of me more than anyone.
But if she could take care of me from a distance, why didn't she come talk to me? Didn't she want to have connections with me? Is something stopping her?
I feel like when I dreamed of her calling me her son I was happier than now that I know I really am her son.
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"..."
"Damn" I muttered after a while, 'So my suspicions were right and that woman who delivered food and books to Marcel really was his mother'
Just by discovering this I started to realize how bad and messed up Marcel's life is... You could make a Mexican soap opera with so many plots and twists that his life has.
Looking at the diary again, I started to ponder what I would do if I were in Marcel's shoes, and I realized that I would probably act the same way, or maybe even worse.
"Sigh... what a shit life" I muttered, leaning my head against the wall and looking up, "Now I can't even blame Marcel if he wants to become a Dark Lord"
As I thought, I realized that if Marcel's family, both on his mother's and father's side, are still alive through descendants, I can find them using my Magic Vision.
Probably the magic will be very diluted, but even if it had been a thousand years, there will still be that little remnant of an ancient magic, and it will be even easier to find since Marcel's magic is a little unique.
With that in mind, I activated my Magic Vision and memorized every detail and feeling I could feel of Marcel's magic in the diary.
*Knock! Knock!*
As I deeply analyzed Marcel's magic, I heard someone knock on the door, and I could feel Nick's magic on the other side.
"Hey Ethan, your parents and I are planning to visit the Eiffel Tower, would you like to come... with us?" Nick opened the door and started to say, but he stopped at the end of the sentence.
Turning to Nick I saw that he was looking at me with a very shocked face, and that was strange, as even when I showed my skill with wandless levitation, the most I got from him was a satisfied smile and a raised eyebrow.
"Err... Hi?" I said, not knowing what to say.
"Do you have the Magic Insight!?" he exclaimed in surprise.
"Do I have what?" I asked confused.
"The Magic Insight!" Nick repeated, entering the room and closing the door.
"The Magic Insight? I don't even know what the hell it is..." just as I was about to deny it, I realized what Nick was implying.
'Oh damn' I thought.
End.
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(End AN: A short AN just to say that The Boys is the best hero series I've ever seen... and right behind it is Peacemaker and Heroes.
I didn't feel any desire to watch this show until Jensen Ackles joined the cast... I love you Dean Winchester!)