I saw this idea on Tumblr, and I had to do it. I just had to.
The Magic Trio, other characters, and HP universe don't belong to me, okay?
Arthur Kirkland sighed as he woke up once again in the cupboard under the stairs, also known as his room. It was a bit cramped with dust and spiders, but he got used to it after a while. He took a breath, before the ceiling started to shake and a lot of dust came down. He'd have to clean that up later. He then heard one of the sounds no one should ever hear, his cousin's voice with that annoying French accent.
"Le mouton noir! Réveilles-tu et ne détruisent pas le petit déjeuner!" Arthur grumbled to himself. Francis Bonnefoy. It was a wonder that they were related at all. He opened the door to his room and walked out. When he got into the kitchen, his aunt and uncle were there. Aldrich and Arielle Bonnefoy were a very posh couple that lived in France. His aunt sneered.
"Finalement, Brit." His grandparents raised Mrs. Bonnefoy and his own mummy in different places. His grandfather raised his aunt in Paris, and his grandmother raised his mother in London. She loved England so much, she actually named her mother Britannia. However, with the way his aunt and uncle have said it, the word Brit sounded like an insult... No one ever called him his real name anymore.
He got to working on making breakfast. However, before long, the whole thing blew up in his face. Francis came and pushed him out of the way, before cooking himself. After Francis' parents ate, they praised him for a job well done. Arthur, of course, got nothing but the slightly burt leftovers. No wonder he was as thin as a bone. The next moment, he felt a weight pushing him to the ground. The weight was Aldrich's shoe as he was stepping on him.
"Brit! Notre fils cuit pour nous parce que de la bonté de son cœur parce que votre cuisine était trop horrible exister!" He applied more pressure, and Arthur could have sworn he heard something crack, or maybe it was his imagination. After, Arielle kicked him.
"Retour à votre chambre, Brit. L'anniversaire du Francis est demain et nous allons au zoo. Nous ne voulons pas tu gâcher tout sur cette journée spéciale." Arthur nodded and went to his room. Arthur's birthday was coming up pretty soon, but no one cared. He only remembered his birthday because he wrote a letter to himself every year.
He had to stay in his room the rest of the day.
The next morning, Arthur woke up early, so he waited until the inevitable-
"Brit! C'est l'anniversaire du Francis! Sortez de la chambre maintenant!" Arthur sighed. There was his aunt's got out of his room. He hated speaking French, but nothing else was allowed. So, he just never spoke. His family just assumed he was a mute.
After failing at the cooking again and some persuasion without talking, All of them were going to the zoo.
WE NEED A LOT OF TRANSLATIONS HERE
Le mouton noir! Réveilles-tu et ne détruisent pas le petit déjeuner! = Black sheep! Wake up and don't destroy the breakfast!
Finalement, Brit = Finally, Brit
Brit! Notre fils cuit pour nous parce que de la bonté de son cœur parce que votre cuisine était trop horrible exister = Brit! Our son cooked for us because of the goodness in his heart because your cooking is too horrible to exist
Retour à votre chambre, Brit. L'anniversaire du Francis est demain et nous allons au zoo. Nous ne voulons pas tu gâcher tout sur cette journée spéciale. = Back to your room, Brit. Francis' birthday is tomorrow and we're going to the zoo. We do not want you to ruin everything on this special day.
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