Unknown Black Heir

Moody

"Arg!" I groan when I open my eyes the next morning. Today is the first day of classes and I have to walk by the Gryffindor table to get to the Slytherin one which means I have to see Potter and his friends. Then I have to see Parkinson and deal with all of that. And Remus isn't even here so I can't just go hide with him.

And then there's the new Defence Against The Dark Arts Teacher that we get to meet today.

Big day.

But first things first. Get dressed and quickly run down to the owlery to send my letter to Remus before breakfast.

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Remus,
Someone asked me today what the difference between my world before and now and that made me think about a lot of stuff. Before, when I lived in foster care, I didn't know a whole lot of the things about the wizarding world or my father.

I told them that it's not much different. The two worlds aren't that different. Or at least, the school environment is the same. There's the popular kids who are usually mean. Not always but most of the time. Merlin knows I've dealt with some of that before. Then there's the shy kids. I've seen some of them but haven't spoken to any. Every school has the shy kids. They're usually pretty nice but it takes time to get to know them. Then there's the average popular kids who are nice and have a lot of friends.

I've never been one of those but I think I am now. I have quite a few friends.

The question made me think about a lot of things though... which is why i'm writing to you. I didn't write to you just to rant about the school popularity system.

The only other thing I thought of when they asked me that question, is dad.

When I was in foster care, I thought of him as this great guy who, once he got out, we would be a family. Now that he's out though, it seems he doesn't want that... and it sucks, of course it sucks, but I can't force him.

But at least before, I had hope. Now I'm filled with disappointment and I'm pretty miserable.

I didn't write this to you so I get pity. I don't want pity. I want your advice though. You have good advice and I really look up to you.

So... what do I do about dad? Give him space? Let go of this hope that we might be a family?

I miss you being here already. I would've just come up to your office and told you all of this in person.

I hate writing letters. I'd much rather talk it out but now I have to write it because you went and quit.

Love,
Cameron.

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After I sent the letter, I went back to the common room to see if the guys have changed and are ready to go for breakfast. Draco and Enzo were just about to walk out the door when I entered and we basically ran right into each other.

"Where have you been?" Draco asks me when he collects himself.

"Just out," I reply. "Is everyone else-"

"They're already down there," Draco interrupts me. He seems angry? About what? About me not telling him where I went?

"I was in the owlery, okay? Jeez." I mumble as I turn on my heel and walk out of the common room. What a grumpy asshat. He's not my father, why is he so worried where I was? It's not like I was running around with some Gryffindor. I was sending a letter to Remus.

I didn't say a word to either of them as they called me. I know they're following me, trying to catch up to me and I know they're headed to the same place I am. But I'm going to get there first and I don't want to deal with that right now.