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Author's Note: Sorry it took FOREVER to update but I lost interest for a bit but I'm going to work on it some more! Also I will 100% update faster if I get reviews. I have a total of...one at the moment and even if the review in like "Update please" or "Wow you suck at writing" (which I kinda do) these really do build my confidence up and help me write (some how).
It's been a few months, I think two, sense I learned about magic. We've moved back to England with my grandparents. Dad said once he told his boss about pop's vision he booked Dad a first-class ticket and a five star hotel. Dad refused to go without his family.
It didn't really mater much to me if we moved. I never had any close friends or anything at school. When Dad told Pop he wasn't going to go with out us Pop said he wouldn't go without his parents. So Dad told his boss to book five second-class ticket and to get rid of the five-star hotel because we had an estate there.
When we got on the plain Pop had just started to get morning sickness (it was more like all day sickness) so the got sick every thirty minuets. Grandma doesn't like anything other that first-class and Grandfather refused to pay for that. My grandfather hates plains. I now know that it is because he doesn't understand how they fly. I tried explaining but he didn't understand it.
Dad was, by far, the worst on the plain. When he wasn't comforting Pop he was squeezing my hand to death. Dad says he loves flying but only on a broom. Otherwise he is just a jumble of nerves.
When we touched down it was a madhouse trying to get to the door. Once we were out it got worse. Grandmother's bags got lost so Grandfather had a hissy-fit. When we finally got out stuff we had to board an other plain and the cycle just kept on going.
After we touched down for a second time a limo picked us up. Not just any limo, but a stretch-limo. I asked Dad if his boss payed for in.
"No, here the Malfoy's have more money than you can ever imagine. Just wait until you see the manor." Dad was right, the manor was huge! I asked if pop had lived there and how many rooms there were.
"I don't know." He replied " I lived there from when I was born to when we moved overseas. We only ever lived in the west wing and I know that the west wing has over a hundred bedrooms each with an on suite." My mouth hung open and pop tutted at me. "Now don't go catching flies with that. Besides the one in France is much bigger."
For the next few weeks before summer brake I spent most of my time exploring the house. One time I got lost for over three days. Pop flipped and when they found me he was hysterical. But that was weeks ago now there is only fourteen days left of summer break. Dad was cooped up in his study. His next book was due in three days so he was ether revising it or signing form for the new school I was gong to.
Now, I had just finished signing all of my parts on the forms when I noticed Dad's birthday. July 31st 1980. I frowned and did the math. Dad must have filled out Pop's birthday wrong in his spot because there is no way Dad was born in 1980. That would have made him eleven when I was born.
I picked up the papers and headed towards Dad's office so he could correct them. I opened the door and looked around. He wasn't there but I heard Pop talking to someone down stairs. As I popped in Dad was at the table with papers spread everywhere and Pop was by the counter cutting vegetables. I passed him the papers.
"You filled out your birthday wrong. It says that you were born in 1980." Dad nodded and Pop stopped chopping.
"That's right." I froze in place.
"What do you mean 'it's right'. That doesn't make any sense." My fists tightened.
"I was eleven when you were born."
"I t can't be that would make you and Pop the same age." Pop turned to face us.
"I'm really older that Harry by just under two months. Erick, you are just as much my son as you are Harry's" That made me flip out.
"What! How could you not tell me this? How could you not tell me that you were also my father.? I don't understand how this could happen! You both were eleven? Could you even get pregnant at the time?" Pop wrapped his arms around himself and Dad stood up.
"Erick, you don't understand. I didn't get Draco pregnant . I just made you mine." I gave him a look that reeked of confusion.
"The minute a man becomes pregnant he knows. During the first few months of school I would be sent down to a teacher's room for detention. He would hurt me Erick in ways I don't like to talk about. One day he didn't wait until detention. Harry found me in a hallway crying because I knew I was pregnant. I bagged Harry to talk the baby but he refused. I than asked him to change the baby. He didn't know how but agreed anyway. It took weeks to get the ritual right but nine months later you were born." I didn't speak.
"Erick you have to understand, you were meant to know. We thought you did but we never meant to hurt you. The teacher was excellent at memory charms. Every time he was done he would wipe Draco's memory so he wouldn't tell." I backed up as Pop stepped closer.
"How could I have known? I just found out about magic and how men could have babies! How would I have just assumed that you two were my real fathers?"
"Erick I never meant-"
"No stop it! Saying your sorry isn't going to help! I got over magic. I got over men and babies but I can not just let this slip by!" I stomped out of the room and didn't look back. As I ran up to my room tears started to fall down my face.
Now I finally understood how those kids in movies felt when their parents tell them they are adopted. How could parents do that to their kids? As I cried into my pillow I could hear yelling from downstairs.
I couldn't really hear what was being said but I knew it was Pop. Pop never yells he only ever gets that disapproving frown on his face. The yelling stopped all of a sudden and I thought that Dad hit Pop again until I heard stomping passed my door. It was silent for a moment than there was a soft knock at my door.
"Who is it?" I grumble.
"It's me." Grandmother. Great, just who I wanted to see. Right.
"Come in." I mumble into my pillow. She opened the door and closed it behind her. She always looked really young to me but now I understand. She stood there for a moment before speaking.
"Do you still love you parents?" I lifted my head to look at her.
"Of course I do." I said before flopping back down.
"You know they love you?" I nodded.
"Will you forgive them?" I gave a whimper.
"Yes." I could hear my voice shake and started to cry again. She came over and placed her hand on my back. As she slowly rubbed I started to relax.
"When you Poppy came home saying he was pregnant he would cry for days. Harry came to live with us to help Draco but he wouldn't stop crying. There seemed to be nothing we could do. We called in Doctor after Doctor to help him cope but it never seemed to get any were. One time he broke down at the dinner table. Your Grandfather and Harry just left so it was just him and me. I took him into my lap like I use to when he was small. I would stroke his back and sing to him. From that point on tit was the only way to comb him down." When she was finished talking I was done crying.
"What point are you trying to make." I sat up and squinted at her.
"I was not making a point. Will you forgive them now?" I thought about it. There was no way I could stay mad at Pop or Dad. I nodded and stood up.
"They will both be in their bedroom." I heard her say as I left the room.
When I got to the door I put my ear beside it to listen. At first I thought it was silent but than I hear soft sobbing coming from what sounded like Pop. I opened to door and looked inside.
Pop was on the bed, photo albums all around him. Dad was beside himcircleing him from behind. I knocked on the door frame and watched as their atenchen swong towards me.
"I'm sorry." I whispered. Pop gave a sniff before started to cry, He ran towords me with his arms opened wide. As he huged me I felt tears run down my face.
"Your wrong. I'm sorry, so sorry for not telling you. I should have told you sooner. No you should have known from the start. I'm so sorry Erick." Dad came over and hugged me as well.
"We're so sorry. WE never meant to hurt you."
"I love you." I said crying.
"I love you too." Dad kissed the top of my head. Pop was crying to much to talk. I know he loved me though. He lifted his head and tried to talk but sobs just came out.
"I love you too Pop."