Angelo Sangueevar, a half-breed wizard who lost his mother a year after his birth, growing up only with his muggle father, most consider him a naive, sweet and even innocent boy, but something changed, at least these three traits diminished in the boy after witnessing the horrors of Azkaban, he still had a good and kind mindset, but now saw that the wizarding world could be cruel and unforgiving.
After the end of the first school year, his routine at home was always to wake up early, do a pre-warm-up, have lunch with his father, and then focus on training boxing, learning series of powerful blows, and in time Free, he decided to read the spell books, receiving some tips from his mother, then have dinner and go to bed, spending a few more hours studying.
"Depulso is what that girl used against you, isn't it my angel?" Moira asks Angelo, who just nods in confirmation.
"What about this one, mom?" He asks on one of the pages.
"This is a spell I learned in my second year, maybe you'll learn it too, the spell to slow something or someone down, the enchantment is Arresto Momentum" She says and he finds the spell intriguing.
"I can imagine how it would be useful" He says, leafing through the book more, yawning slightly with sleep.
"Better go to sleep my dear, we continue tomorrow." She says sweetly, and Angelo agrees, putting the book aside and turning over to sleep.
The next day he wakes up and prepares for the standard routine, with the month having passed with Angelo training physically, his body was slightly more defined than usual, no drastic difference, but he was in better shape than most students in his year.
"Son, today will be a real workout." Timothy says confidently, and gets into his usual boxing pose.
Angelo then puts on the gloves, and positions himself, keeping his body calm and breathing smooth, one leg in front of the other, feet positioned for stability, elbows down and hands up, in front of his face.
"Very good son, you already dominated the posture, now, come." He says, approaching slowly, and Angelo does the same, getting to an acceptable distance.
With a few seconds of both of them facing each other, Angelo tries a hit on his father's shoulder, which he dodge with impressive speed.
"This is how you should do, now let's test it." He says, giving Angelo time to prepare, then launches an attack, which Angelo can't dodge, it didn't hitted him, he stopped an inch away from him.
"It's way too fast dad, how am I going to avoid this?" He asks in disbelief.
"That's natural son, what matters is your dedication, train it an you might be able to face two in the ring at once... if you go to the ring in that case." He says laughing, then prepares the stance again.
Close to the last week of vacation, Angelo already had the ability to dodge attacks perfectly, his father knew that the boy learned quickly, but never that he demonstrated such a surprising ability, now Angelo was resting after intense training with his father.
"Son... did you buy the materials for the second year?" The mother asks, making Angelo uneasy.
"Aren't the books I have enough?" He mentally asks his mother.
"It depends on your schedule, usually one or two subjects are included as the years go by." Moira says, making him even more worried now.
"How do I get to the Diagon Alley? The Knight Bus doesn't work on these hours." He says, walking from side to side thinking.
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Sanguine Secrets
FanfictionIn 1973, a little boy is born with his mother absent, leaving only the mystery of what happened to her, until one day he discovers his magical origin, and the method of both learning magic and witchcraft, and learning more about his deceased mother...
