This story is based on Harry Potter written by J.K Rowling

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'- Parseltongue

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Once we finally find the trainer, who had been looking high and low for the trainies, we inform him of the events.

His reaction is immediate and angry as he gives the trainies a verbal lashing, "have you learned nothing? Not a thing from my lessons has sunk into your skulls?"

He continues to scold them for the rest of the trip back to the complex.

And while I tune them out I turn my attention to Tom, who is still sitting on my hip, and I see that he has fallen asleep on my shoulder. Not that I blame him, sleep sounds nice right about now.

I look over at Mathew and remember that we haven't played 20 questions in a while, maybe he'll be interested in playing when we get back.

So I ask Mathew, "want to sit down and have tea after we take care of this mess? We haven't played 20 questions since last week and I remember some questions I wanted to ask."

And as if he had just realized it too he says, "oh, thats right, I had some questions too, how about your room so that tom can sleep."

I nod in confirmation, "of course, now how should we sort out this mess, the training isn't the issue, it's how the trainies take in the information." I then look over at Roland and Baker as I continue speaking, "and it's the fact that they left them woefully uninformed about their task" I bring up my free hand to rub my forehead, "if nothing else, that at least, has to change."

Mathew nods, "sounds about right, maybe make sure that the trainies are accompanied by two trainers so that they can keep a better eye on them."

I hum, "yes two is always better than one."

After that we follow along in a comfortable silence, good thing he agreed, I have been wondering about his family. Though if he doesn't want to answer I won't push the subject. Especially from the few times he mentioned it off handedly, it doesn't sound like a happy subject.

But he is my partner, and knowing what is bothering your partner is important. Besides, if it's something I know I can help him with or maybe offer him moral support for, then I might as well try to ask him about it. If it is within my ability, I will help.

A few minutes later we finally make it to the edge of the treeline and the complex comes into view.

I release a sigh, we are not there yet exactly but at least we only have a 20 minute walk left.

And it did, infact, take 20 minutes to make it back to the complex. During which time I got increasingly annoyed with the trainies. Their loud and obnoxious complaints are not helping anyone.

When we finally made it to the entrance hall of the building Roland interrupted them. "You have caused enough trouble today. You guys should head up to your rooms and rest, you'll be needing it for what we have planned for tomarrow."

Once they leave and he turns from them back to us I raise a brow at him. "Nothing life threatening I hope?"

At this both Baker and Roland release stress filled puffs of air. Baker then proceeds to wave us down the hall, "we can talk about this in our office."

Once all 4 of us are seated around the table Mathew and I start.

Mathew leans back in his chair and says casually, "lets not waste precious time." He scrutinizes them closely. "There are going to be nesasary changes at the very least."

I continue. "The first issue is the trainies forgetting basic knowledge from training once they are actually facing the dragon." I lean forward. "Are they never exposed to a dragon or possible scenarios before they finish training?"

I keep Tom soothed while I wait for an answer, casting Muffliato around us to prevent from waking him up.

Roland nods and says, "we do have them complete practice scenarios. We also have them spectate an encounter between a dragon and more experienced Tamers."

I say with a frown, "yes, I suppose it is normal for trainies to forget things, which is why the trainer supervision is so important." I continue in my most severe tone, "which is why you need to keep your trainies informed. It was their lack of understanding that caused this situation." I narrow my stare, "and if there had been at least two trainers, they never would have snuck away successfully."

Mathew finishes up, "If you wish to continue doing this 'wake up call' for other trainies, fine, you can." He fixes them with a pointed stare, "But they must be aware of what they're doing and what dragon they are dealing with so that they can prepare themselves." He looks at them like they're idiots for missing the obvious. "And for Merlin's sake, supervision by two trainers should be obvious. No one person can take care of the whole group."

And I add on as an afterthought, "better scenarios wouldn't go amiss either."

Since they both look thoroughly chastised, I release the Muffliato spell and stand up, Mathew following close behind, "we'll see you later to talk about where we are going tomarrow. We will have to cover lots of ground to make up for today, hopefully nothing else goes wrong."

We give them a goodbye and head up to our neighboring rooms.

Mathew stops at his room to drop off his things. I head into my room, leaving the door open for Mathew once he finishes putting his stuff away.

I walk into the bedroom and place Tom on top of the covers. I leave him in his clothes since I'm sure he is merely napping for now.

I come out of the bedroom right as Mathew comes into the room. I look over at the kitchen area and see that they don't have a stove, only counter tops. Looks like I'll l have to grab the portable camping stove from my bag. Because really, when it comes to brewing tea, the muggle way is the best way.

I say to Mathew as I grab my bag, "the tea will be ready shortly, would you like to start now or after the tea is finished?"

He sits at the small table, "now is fine, it will give us something to do while we wait." He glances over, "oh good, you brought a stove, I know you have almost everything a person could ever need in that bag. I didn't know if you had one or not."

I give him a sideways glance, "of course I would have one, any self respecting tea drinker would."

He nods, "yes, I always did prefer when tea was brewed the muggle way."

I snap my fingers, "that leads me to my first question." I place the kettle on the burner, "are there any muggles in your family?"

He only looks slightly surprised, as if he expected me to ask the question later instead of right now. "Yes I do actually, my mother is a muggle."

Ah, makes sense of how he knows about muggle things. This does not, however, explain why he has a guarded posture whenever we aren't in our office. Like he has to put on a face in public. Being a Slytherin probably has very little to do with it.

I nod and he asks his first question, "how did you come across Tom?"

I smile, it's too bad I can't tell him the whole truth. "I was looking into adoption when I passed by the orphanage and felt his magic. I decided to watch him for a little while, and by the time the day was over I had made up my mind to go to the ministry to fill out the paper work." I take the tea packets and put them into the teapot before filling it up with the now hot water. Putting the lid back on I continue, "you should have seen how surprised the ministry was to discover his existence. Aparently his record was hidden away by someone." Dumbledore comes to mind. If the ministry had never found record of him, the only other way is with the school registry at Hogwarts, which he has access to.

He roles his eyes, "yes, it's amazing how smart the ministry can be."

I finish putting the teapot, two cups and saucers, along with cream and sugar, all on the try to carry to the table. I set down the tray and sit across from Mathew, "whats with all of those glances Rio gives you when she thinks she's being sneaky?"

He nearly misses putting the sugar in his tea, he's laughing so much, "she is bad at hiding it isn't she?" He puts the spoon down before continuing, "I assume the looks are supposed to mean that she has an eye on me or something." He starts chuckling again, "at least I hope that's what it means, she's most likely watching me as a favor to my father." He shrugs, taking a sip of his tea. "Probably makes her feel important."

I nod, "probably, I feel bad for Nora, having to deal with her everyday."

He thinks about his next question, then seems to remember something, "Just before we came here I heard some people from the auror department mention you or your property, something like that." He sets his cup down, "what happend?"

Ah thats right, I haven't gotten the chance to tell him yet. "Well over the weekend while I was brewing potions, Tom was exploring the forest next to the house." I sip my tea, "after an hour or two, Tom comes across a demiguise. Tom calls him Demi, they became friends and were running through the forest playing when they came across a group of wizards and witches at the edge of our property." I set down my tea and fix Mathew with a stare, "from their conversation we gathered that they were Grindelwald followers looking for an invisibility cloak, since they couldn't find one they were going to find the ingredients to make one."

At this statement Mathew tenses up at the realization that they were poaching Demiguise. I continue, "Demi gave Tom enough time to hide, but even with his invisibility they still found Demi." I frown at the memory, "Tom was scared, rightfully so, and he ended up signaling me through our tattoos right when I finished brewing. I apparated there, grabbed him, then apparated him to Aberforth."

Mathew looks like he's on the edge of his seat waiting for me to continue. "I apparated back to where they were and I took care of them in time for the aurors to show up for cleaning duty. They were all questioned and Demi is just fine."

Mathew deflates with a sigh, "Merlin woman, you nearly gave me a heart attack with that story."

I chuckle and sip my tea, "I didn't realize that I forgot to tell you all about it, oh well, now you know."

He rubs his forhead. "Of all the places to choose from, Grindelwald followers decided your property was the best place."

I smirk. "They won't be making that mistake again."

He pours himself some more tea, putting extra sugar this time. "I'm sure they won't, but if they do, they deserve what's coming to them for being so stupid."

I put some sugar into my fresh cup of tea also. "How did your mom react to your Hogwarts letter?" His lips thin at the memory, I continue saying, "you don't have to answer if you don't want to of course."

He shakes his head. "No, It's alright, she wasn't exactly thrilled, she knew very little about magic but she knew it existed. But she was also upset about my father. He thought it would be fun to cheat on his wife with my mom, not caring if she got pregnant or not. So apparently when I was born my dad made a deal with my mom that, if and when I went to Hogwarts he would get sole custody of me and she wouldn't be able to see me while I was an underage student." He frowns. "The only thing she got on her side of the deal is her memories, if she had refused he would have come to take me away anyway, obliviating her before he left."

He continues, "Once I graduated, the first thing I did was visit her. I stayed with her up until earlier this year when I decided it was probably time to find a job, I didn't want to leach off of the asshole longer than I needed to."

By the time he finished I was red in the face, practically steaming in anger. The only reason Mathew was taken from his mom, was probably because this so called father didn't want a Muggle raising his child. A child that he probably couldn't give a shit about. Oh I am going to punch him out so hard.

I practically growl at Mathew, "you better tell me what his name is right now before I throw a cup at the wall."

He just smiles at me and says, "the Rosier family, I'm sure you can figure the rest out yourself."

I release a calming breath. "Of course I can." I give a teasing grin and say half jokingly, "they won't even suspect it was me, when they discover him dead after his morning tea."

He chuckles, amused, "alright lets move on, what gave you the idea to use tattoos as a communication?"

I smile, remembering the irony of how similar it is to the Dark Mark. "You can never be too careful. I would rather be sure of his safety while allowing him to roam around the property." I shrug. "It did come in handy, didn't it?"

The questions continued like that until a little later when Tom finally woke up.

I look over at him in the doorway, "oh good, you're awake, I was just about to make dinner. What would you like for tonight?"

He climbs into the chair next to me. "What did you mention before? Pot Roast?"

I ruffle his hair, "good thing I started preparing it before hand, I figured you would pick it. It does take a long time to cook after all."

I walk back to the kitchen area and start pulling out the ingredients along with the boiling pot with a no-spill charm on it. I set the pot on the burner and stire the contents before setting the heat to low, and putting the lid back on.

Tom and Mathew start chatting while I prepare the potatos to be boiled.

I sigh, I finally know what has been bothering my partner, infuriating as it is.

And after all the excitement earlier, we are able to have a quiet night. Thank Merlin.