Was it because Betty would die? Was it because Merula would die? Was it because both would die? These were plausible for what the boy did, but they were not plausible for the way he killed the witch, the more he remembered the scene, the less he saw himself, those weren't acts he would do, at least not with such intensity.
And the worst part is that Timothy notices his son's desolate look, and worries a lot because he avoids telling as much as possible what happened to make him look like this, having spent the beginning of the vacation in his room, with his mother trying to comfort him.
"Son, the whore deserved it, please understand this... I can't stand to see you torturing yourself." Moira says, comforting her son as much as she could.
"Mom... why didn't you stop me? Just like you forced me to read a curse, why didn't you force me to stop?" Angelo asks, his voice sounded lost and confused.
"I don't have the strength, son... And it's not like I want to do something like that again, after seeing how you bad you felt in the library." Moira says, a tone of guilt in her voice.
"Son, come here please." Timothy says, without a tone, he seems serious, and Angelo goes there, still with a discouraged expression.
Angelo's father was well dressed in black, the father looks at his son with slight sadness, and walks outside the house waiting for his son to follow.
"Where are you going dad?" Angelo asks.
"We're going..." He says, and Angelo just accepts, with both of them walking along some roads, until they reach the cemetery, knowing the reason for going there.
The tomb of Moira, one of the greatest witches who ever lived, having a grave dedicated to her in a Muggle cemetery, something that many wizards would repudiate with all their might.
"I don't know what you're feeling son, but it worries me a lot about you... Then I stopped to think, and I realize that the reason for not telling me is shame." Timothy says, looking at the grave, even though she wasn't buried there, for him it felt like a family conversation.
"W-what do you mean dad?" Angelo asks a little scared.
"You've always been honest with me, son, and these last few months you haven't even left your room... so I know you're ashamed of something you did, I don't care of what you did, you are my son..." Timothy says, kneeling down to his height .
"I will always, always love you, because I know you are the best son in the world, no matter what you do or did." He says hugging Angelo.
Even hearing similar words from Dumbledore, Betty and even Merula, these words coming from his own father were enough to calm Angelo's agitated heart, who hugs him too.
"I'm sorry dad, I didn't mean to worry you" Angelo says slightly embarrassed.
"Relax my son, whatever happened is in the past, use it to grow, not to diminish yourself" Timothy says happily again, and takes out from behind his coat what appeared to be a completely carved egg, with a rose surrounding the object.
"W-what's that dad?" Angelo asks curiously.
"Your mother left it before she... anyway, it's your son now." He says smiling.
They both return home, with Angelo analyzing the item curiously, trying to understand what it was, without knowing whether it was a common creature egg or an enchanted object.
Arriving, Angelo runs to the room to ask his mother about it.
"Okay mom... does this take me to Azkaban or somewhere else I don't want to go?" Angelo questions, and Moira laughs lightly.
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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...
