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Credence Barebone "Imagine"

Credence Barebone was adopted by Mary Lou Barebone as a baby, which left him wondering who he is.

Here credence stood, handing out pamphlets for his 'step-Mother'. Mary Lou Barebone. She was giving a speech about how 'witches live among us.'. Credence thought she was insane, though of course he'd never tell it to her face. Not unless he wanted another whipping. His poor step sister, , was dragged into this. She is only 12.

He could feel the living parasprite inside of him, screaming to take over. And it would've if it weren't for the fact that he was strong enough to control and contain it, surely he would've died if he couldn't.

Enough of that, quietly, he handed out more as some gave him strange looks.

"You, friend!" Called Mary Lou. "What brought you here?" He heard Mary say, he felt sympathy for whoever she had just picked on. "I was just passing through." A quiet voice answered, "Are you a seeker for the truth?" "Actually, I'm more of a chaser really." Looking over, Credence saw a young man with a blue coat and yellow vest, quite skittish looking.

"Heed my warning, laugh if you dare! Witches live among us!" She warned, which Credence found ridiculous. "What do you think of that?" She asked the poor, poor man. He just stood there for a moment, "I-I gotta go." And just like that, he was off the hook.

"Ahem!" Someone cleared their throat impatiently; turning back, Credence apologised and handed the person a pamphlet.

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"Have you found the child?" Mr. Graves apparated to Credence, startling him. Ignoring this, Mr. Graves approached him. "I-I can't." The boy whimpered.

"Shh, shhh." He tried to calm Credence down, taking the whimpering boy's hands in his own. "My boy. The sooner we find this child, the sooner you can put that pain in the past." His voice was no lower than a whisper, healing Credence' hands.

Glancing at Credence. "I want you to have this Credence." Graves decided, handing the boy a necklace. The necklace was took the form of a triangle, with a circle and line inside. The Deathly hallows symbol.

"I trust very few with it." Graves told him, putting the necklace around his neck. "Very few." moving Credence's head to face him, "Look at you." now looking into credence's unsure eyes. "You're different.". Releasing the uncomfortable boy's cheeks he added, "But when you find the child, touch this symbol and then I'll know and I'll come to you.".

"Do this, and you will be honoured. Among wizards, forever." Graves looked into Credence's eyes, a tint of unsureness still there. Hugging him, "The child is dying Credence. Time, is running out." He said, now backing away from the quiet boy. Disapparating away. As he did, he left Credence more confused then when they started.

Credence wanted to know who he really was...

"Credence he knows when you were born, not who you are!" Nagini was frantically trying to stop her friend from joining the madman who goes by the name 'Grindelwald'.

However, Credence's thirst to know who he was clouded his mind; joining Grindelwald.