Chapter 3/Why is it always me?

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Lonesome town-Ricky Nelson














Castor who was now 7 years old, was in the garden his great grandma created behind the malfoy manor

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Castor who was now 7 years old, was in the garden his great grandma created behind the malfoy manor.

He always loved the outside, peaceful. Those Sunday mornings waking up to the birds, bright sun, and the wild animals roaming around the gardens.

Castor made friends with these animals, he's nice, they're nice. What else can go wrong.

Picking flowers from the garden, alone. A rose, black and white one.
A lily, pink and white one.
And a daffodil, wrapped into flower crown with other wild flowers. He learned this from a book he saw in the library.

Skipping inside the house, flower crown in hand. A wide Smile on his face.Entering the family room, Draco on the ground playing with cards, his mother and father sitting beside eachother

Castor went to his mother who greeted him. "Hello castor, ooo what do we have here" Narcissa said with a dramatic surprise tone in her voice and look on her face.

"I made this for you, with the flowers in the garden. They were dying so I picked them and they are now brand new!! Just for you mama" Castor rambled with excitement. Narcissa smiled at her son.

Lucius glared but said nothing and continued looking at his other son with a pride smirk on his face, thinking about how Draco with never be like castor, and he wished that.

Narcissa giggled as her son but the flower crown on her head by sitting on her lap.

"Do you like it mommy?" Castor asked with curiosity. Narcissa smiled back at him and said " Why of course, love"

Castor looked at his dad "Father, would you like some flowers too" Luicus sneered at him then ignored him. Then went to go sit with Draco on the ground.

"I will get you some flowers as well then" Castor hopped off his mother's lap and went to go get some more flowers from the big garden. Castor called the garden Persephone 2.0 because that was his favourite goddess from what the story's his mother tells him.

Draco looked at his brother, smirking, then sticking his leg out, making castor trip and his the ground face first into the cold, black wooden floor. Draco looked back at the card innocently like he did nothing.

The blood rushed down from castors nose, fast. He got up and started to feel dizzy but ran back outside before he got blood on the carpet. Last time that happened his father was not to pleased with him.

Looking back and saw that no one was going after him to make sure he was ok. He ran into the forest, not to far from the house and sat at the base of the tree. Crying and sobbing from the pain in his nose and his head started throbbing as well.

Blood covering his hands, shirt, and face. He didn't know what to do.

A few hours went by. No one came looking for him. He was sad, but he couldn't get up. He felt faint.

All of a sudden he heard a branch snap, whipping his head as much as he can towards the sound, he saw, big, black dog. Maybe a wild he wondered. The dog started walking towards him slowly. Looking at the little boy, and recognizing him.

"Hehe, you look like uncle Sirius. Oops, I am not aloud to say that name here." Barely awake, babbling nonsense. The black dog (aka Sirius black), transformed back into his normal human from, with one of Remus hoodies on and just normal brown pants on.

"Castor, are you alright?" He asked the 7 year old. "I don't know, I don't think mommy or daddy like me very much, I fell. I think." He stopped talking and his body went limp into Sirius arms.

"I better get you back, Remus will take care of you." He said lifting the boy into his arms like his own. Carrying him back to the lupin cottage.



















Lupin cottage

Sirius walked into the cottage, Castor in his arms. Laying him on the couch.

"REMUS, come down quick" Sirius shouted to Remus who was upstairs, getting ready for the day.

Reminder, it's only 11 in the morning.

Footsteps from the upstairs floor quickened and then made it to the steps.There was, Remus Lupin,panting and mumbling.

"What, what's going on?" He said slowly catching his breath. He made to were siruis was and saw the little boy in the couch.

"Wait, this is castor malfoy. SIRUIS LUPIN BLACK DID YOU KIDNAP HIM AGAIN?" He shouted in a low voice. And yes, siruis did take him that one time when he was 3. I mean he was left in knockturn ally.

He turned to Remus and looked at him sheepishly "No, no. I found him near the forest around the malfoy manor."Siruis said sitting down near the unconscious white and black haired boy.

"Ok, that's concerning. I will grab some cloths and band-aids , you grab some water, he must of fainted from blood loss. I know what that looks like, and feels like. He will wake up soon. First let's get him cleaned up." Remus said taking off in a rush, Siruis following him.









It's been a couple hours since castor arrived at the lupin black residence,
Castor finally woke, in a panic, mumbling."I am sorry. I didn't mean too." Again, and again. Like in a state of shock.

Remus heard this form the kitchen, and slowly approaching the boy. "Castor, are you okay? What happend little one?"

"Uncle Remus, why am I here. My nose and head hurts. Wait, where am I?" Castor said looking around the room.

"It's just me and Siruis, your at my house, we found you in the forest. What happend?"Remus said gently, sitting beside the boy, calling him down .

"I was picking flowers and talking to the deer when I went to go give the flowers to mommy, i don't know what happend after that. I forgot" he said looking down. Remus went to go put his arms around him. And castor flinched.

Remus froze, he suddenly got flashbacks to when siruis sis that in his school years.

Is this kid okay? He wondered.




















"Why am I always alone, uncle Remus.Is it because I am cursed like daddy said?"



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