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One Too Many

Family Ties

He sat there stumped at what he had discovered. At least he knew what the hell Hogwarts was; the old man – Professor Dumbledore his mind supplied – just smiled cheerfully, his aged blue eyes hidden behind half-moon spectacles twinkled amiably. Dante was laughing in the background about him having wave a pointy star around saying abracadabra or some shit like that, and he was just seconds away from shot the bastard in the face. That man, Serious (?) was looking angrily at Dante and Remus was just standing there looking like a wallflower.

"Why the hell did I let you stay here?" Beyond annoyed asked rhetorically at Dante who was still laughing his ass off. Earlier Dumbledore suggested that Dante and Kyrie should leave but Nero being the polite one due to not wanting to disappointment Kyrie with his rudeness and for a certain caretaker drilling manner into his skull when he was still diapers (hem Ms. Terrance hem). That woman was practically a hybrid grammar-manner Nazi; he swore he can still feel that paddle smacking his ass raw. Bitch.

"Because," Dante stopped laughing looking at him seriously in the eye, "I wouldn't leave even if you asked; I'm here for a reason kid. I shouldn't have waited this long."

"What are you going on about," he felt nervous at the scrutinizing gaze he getting from him. Part of him was curious as to what he wanted, this was Dante for crying out loud he may be annoying as hell but he was one man worthy of looking up to but…at the same he was scared. Maybe because Nero suspected he knew Dante was here to confirm his suspicions and he wasn't ready for that, especially now that he read his mother's letter.

"We both know that you know why," he flippantly said as he turned back to leaning on his chair with a bored expression on his face.

Nero swallowed before focusing back on the old man, "So Professor Dumbledore, now that you enlightened me on my…genetic inheritance," Dante snickered and Nero promptly kicked the chair he was leaning causing him to almost land flat on his ass if it wasn't for his quick reflexes.

"Why are they here, I mean I know why you're here but who the – are they?" He quickly caught his slip of the tongue before it came out completely.

"Oh, I almost had forgotten it seems my age is starting to get to me. Sirius and Remus used to be close friends of your parents before they passed away," he started in a more somber tone, the twinkle in his eye disappearing for moment. "They want to help induct you into the Wizarding World, I understand that you are older than the traditional first year student but I am willing to make an exception…"

"Woah there back up for a sec, are you saying that you want to go back to school? I already graduated, why would I want to go back? Not only that but I got things to do here, I have a job you know. As the only current highest ranked Holy Knight, I can't just leave when there's no one to lead the other knights. They don't have enough experience!"

"Neither do you kid," Dante quipped.

"No one's talking to you, old man." He snapped back then looked back at Dumbledore and responded with a tone nearing disrespectful by a margin. "Sorry but now isn't the best of times for me to go back to school. I still wouldn't go even if I could."

"I apologize if it's an inconvenient time for you Nero," the twinkle in his eyes had disappeared, an evident frown marring his face. "But your parent had you enrolled before their deaths. By the law of the Ministry of Magic, you must go. If you had been muggleborn or hadn't been enrolled then you wouldn't have to but you are required to go."

"Couldn't Nero do some kind of self-study program or get homeschooled," Kyrie persuaded after noticing Nero's aggravation toward Professor Dumbledore's insistence.

Remus moved to say something but Dumbledore interrupted him before he could even attempt to speak, "I'm sorry there isn't, Ms. Kyrie." His tone held a hint of steel behind it; Kyrie frowned, her brown eyes assessing the situation before backing down.

"Don't talk to Kyrie that way–!" Nero snarled before reigning in his tirade when Kyrie's hand lands on his shoulder, the muscles underneath her hands are tensed but they slowly begin to relax with her touch.

"Thank you for giving us the time of your day for explaining Nero's parentage, but I think you are over staying your welcome. Please, we should finish this some other time," she said softly gesturing to the door while keeping her hand on Nero's shoulder. She had caught Nero's warning growl and it wasn't because she had enhanced hearing (she was pretty sure that everyone had heard that) but she learned that if close enough she could prevent another food market incident.

He hadn't meant to be rude to young Nero's companion, she was really as sweet young lady but he was pressed for time. He would rather leave the young lad alone but the Minister didn't seem to care for the young boy's life besides the political sway the boy will doubt provide for him. Although he never told Remus or Sirius explicitly where the boy he did mention that the boy had recently been adopted with a loving family, and that it wouldn't be fair to take away the boy from those he already considered family. Perhaps when he was older he told them gently and now, he couldn't help but wonder if that was the right choice.

He was a religious knight…a soldier. He could already see Molly getting into a self-righteous mood at the mere thought of what she considered a child as a soldier. No, he had no problem with young Nero knowing how to defend himself – it was the fact that he was a soldier. How damaged was his mentality? Was he even capable communicating amongst his peers without harming them accidentally, is that why Ms. Kyrie was living with him? To help him recover and integrate back into society, he certainly had noticed his arm in a sling and his near violent reaction. Would he even be safe around other children?

The Minister had been pestering for some time; he wouldn't be able to stop the Minister from forcing Nero into going into school, he will pull every trick from the book and would go so far as to try every single underhand move (some even leaning towards the illegal side) to try to get him under his control.

"He…" Sirius started, Dumbledore couldn't even look him in the eye. He should have allowed Sirius to take his godson back. He didn't even have to read his mind to see how much it had hurt him to see a complete stranger and not the godson he had longed to see for such a long time.

"It's been fourteen years Sirius," Remus started. "He was much too young to even remember you. Magic does impossible things but even that cannot hold against time, memories will always fade and be replaced by new ones. You two just need to get to know each other, together we'll see things through."

"You're right," Sirius snorted. "No need for to sound like such a girl though."

"That's very mature," he retorted back dryly.

It was silent after they left, eerily so. Something was looming over them or rather just one person.

"I'll get started with lunch," Kyrie stated abruptly, she gave Nero a soft squeeze on the shoulder before leaving no one bothered to inform her that it is long since passed the time for lunch. Soon the sound pots and pans being moved filled the air.

"Kid you really need to learn how to take a chill pill," Dante stated carelessly all the while blowing a few stray strands out of the way from his face.

"Whatever man, say what ever it is you wanted to say and go away already," his irritation still evident when he roughly removed his arm sling and tossed it not caring where it landed.

Without a word Dante dug into one of his pockets pulling out a folded paper and tossed it to him. Nero caught it looking at him with suspicion before opening it. It was blank, what the hell kind of game was the old man pulling? He turned it and froze. It was a picture, a faded picture of a woman holding a baby, a white-haired baby with blue eyes.

She was smiling…this couldn't be…

"That's your mother," he stated in the same casual tone he would use when speaking with him or any other person. "I'm not your father, if you're wondering. But we are related."

His eyes remained glued on the picture desperately trying to see if there was anything that he had that were once hers. He couldn't really see much of anything though; the picture although well-kept was old and faded. There were signs of some type of fire damage near the corners. Although there were some things he could see, like her red hair and freckles. At least he knew where those came from, he thought dryly.

Ha, guess those little shits where right he was a soulless ginger to the extreme. Well they can still screw themselves!

Not your father…well that's definitely a relief. As much as he admired the man, that would be weird. It would be like, "Hey, I just met you and this is crazy but I'm your father. So hug me, maybe?"

"I'm actually your uncle."

That's even weirder, somehow.

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For those who care to know: Okay, so your probably thinking WTF! Y U NO update when you say you would. I recently went through I big move I had only a limited amount of internet access and NO computer until just recently. And to top it all off I have Research Paper due next week, my whole normal schedule is completely out of whack! So I have this problem little (big-it depends on how one sees it) problem called "Time Management". All of sudden my brother has gone into this weird feeding frenzy, I swear I fed over FIVE times and it wasn't even the afternoon yet. Eh, puberty, speaking of puberty I think I got bruise developing from brother socking in the arm this morning! I will have a revenge, just kidding I won't get him back. :P I understand to a certain extent what he is going through. It seems my brain has been abandoning me lately since I can't seem understand the little nonsensical things like DON'T BITCH you're a pacifist and the good ol' don't stress you're a laid back type of person. So yeah, it's been pretty crazy.