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Lucien shut the door of his dorm room behind him, the familiar creaking sound signaling his temporary escape from the outside world. A sigh of relief escaped his lips as he walked towards his bed, his fingers deftly undoing the knot of his tie. The common room had been unbearable earlier, especially with Malfoy incessantly whining about the perceived injustice of Harry being allowed on the Quidditch team as a seeker.

“SEEKER.” Many shouted in surprise.

James Potter, unable to contain his excitement, leaped to his feet, causing a clatter of utensils around him. "That's my boy! The youngest seeker!" he bellowed, earning cheers and laughter from the other Marauders. Turning towards Harry he whispered, “Youngest seeker, right?” Harry nodded with an embarrassed grin. “The youngest seeker in a century.”

Sirius Black, the ever dramatic, raised his goblet in a toast. "To the next generation of Quidditch legends! May the Snitches tremble in fear."

Remus and Peter chuckled in response.

Lily Potter beamed with pride, eyes glistening with maternal pride. Although, she was also a little worried about her son.

He sighed, dropping onto his bed and contemplating the time he spent at Hogwarts. Was it truly necessary? Lucien wondered if the whole school experience was worth it. His original plans he had before joining Hogwarts seemed more appealing. As far as learning about magic was required, he could hire someone for magical control lessons and pursue a more meaningful path. What was he gaining from this seven-year detour, other than dealing with immature annoying classmates and pointless drama?

The thought lingered as he reflected on the uncertainty that now clouded his once-set path. Everything had been arranged before Hogwarts, but the events at the wizarding school left him questioning. A lot had been transpiring lately that demanded his attention, one of them being his family background. 

Lucien recalled being brought to the orphanage by a white-bearded old man. A hunch lingered within him that he wasn't a mere Muggle-born. Fragmented memories from that time existed in his mind, blurred and elusive.

The idea of delving into his roots and discovering family ties brought conflicting emotions. Did he even desire to know about his lineage?

“Why won’t someone want to learn about their family?” 

Many were confused, especially the Purebloods.

The wizarding society placed great importance on familial heritage. A wizard's family determined their blood status, which, in turn, affected their standing in the magical community. Pure-blood, half-blood, or Muggle-born – these distinctions held sway over how individuals were perceived and treated.

The magical lineage extended beyond mere labels; it dictated the magical abilities and characteristics one might inherit. Magical families often had unique traits, tendencies, and even specific magical affinities passed down through generations. Knowledge of one's family history provided insight into the origin of their magical prowess and the roots of their strengths or weaknesses.

Moreover, familial ties were deeply interwoven with the wizarding world's social structure. Certain families held considerable influence, whether through political connections, economic power, or historical significance. Understanding one's family history allowed individuals to navigate this intricate web of relationships, alliances, and rivalries.

Growing up without anyone to care for him, the concept of family and emotional attachment was foreign to Lucien. Unlike the other children at the orphanage, he never craved those connections, dismissing them as lame.