Peculiar Pasts (an MPHFPC Fanfic because why not)

'Horace Somnusson and Claire Densmore'

(I wanted these two to have a sibling relationship because THEY BARELY INTERACTED and I think Horace's story is similar to Emma's)

"I had a new dream today, father." I said.

"What kind of dream, Horace?" father asked.

"That we're going on a dinner with the other rich people tonight, and that later you will be informed of this through the radio."

My father snorted. "What do you mean, Horace? We ain't going on any dinner parties."

But we did.

My father was amazed when he heard about the invitation through our radio.

"You, boy, are a wizard," he said.

"Or a gypsy." I said.

He told everyone about it during the dinner party. "My son did this....my son did that..." kind of stuff. Then when I saw another vision, where Albert Bartleport, the rich man of the rich, lost all his money and possessions due to a raid, I told my father about it and he told Albert.

"What kind of visions does your son have?! Is he some kind of witch?!" Albert said insultingly.

A month later, Albert lost his treasures. He immediately accused me.

"This boy is some kind of curse maker! Arrest him, general! He's dangerous!" Albert told the general.

"You are not allowed to take the boy away from me!" father said defensively. I thought it meant he still loved me even though I was branded a curser maker, but I was mistaken. As soon as we got home, father locked me in my room. "Stay in your room, and no lunch or dinner or breakfast for you!" he growled.

I waited until dark. When midnight came, one of the maids, Mel, sneaked in and handed me a tray of food. "Hide the tray between your mattress so that he will not see anything tomorrow," she whispered.

"You are my hero, Miss Mel." I said.

She smiled and put a finger on her lips. "Now, eat quietly and do not drop anything."

~:~:~

One night, I dreamt about a woman in fancy Victorian clothing. Her last name was Peregrine.

My dreams told me that she wanted me to come with her to 'paradise'. What did she mean?

I woke up and saw my father standing under the doorway, with a murderous look on his face. "You are the reason why I no longer am friends with the Head of the town," he growled. "He says you might curse his pretty little daughter."

"Who is the head?"

"Sir Densmore, of course! Only the richest of the richest! And you cursed me!" father said.

"Father, I have no idea why, but once I dreamt about mother leaving you for another man-"

Father grabbed me by the collar. "SHUT YOUR MOUTH AND STOP CURSING PEOPLE!!" he spat. "I didn't do any sins to deserve a demonic child!"

"I'm not a demonic child! My dreams just tell me about-"

"You will stay in the attic, with no food, until a priest dares to exorcise you!"