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a/n the conversation Frederick and his friends are written in English but there really speaking in French. This chapter is kinda boring but I had to put it in

"So Sophie, what did you talk about?" Frederick pounced on her the second she sat down.

Sophie and the blonde girl, Charlotte rolled their eyes at him.

"I was right! The girl, Victoire," Sophie cocked her head in Victoire's direction. "Is Fleur Delacour's daughter!"

Charlotte's eyes popped out. "Know w -"

Frederick waved his large hands impatiently and interrupted her. "Did you talk to him at all?"

Though 'him' could have meant a lot of people, Sophie knew who he meant. "Not directly but Victoire asked a question about your mum…" She trailed off, wondering if she could continue but once again he waved his hands, wanting her to go on, "She wanted to know why she wasn't here. So I told them that she had died and…and…just LOOK at him, I really think Roberto didn't know."

Frederick's mouth fell open in shock. How could he not know she died? If this was true, then everything he had ever thought about his twin and father were unfair. He glanced over at Robbie, he was white with shock and he was staring at his dinner blankly. Four people around him, were all watching him with their mouth's open. Robbie must have sensed his gaze on him, as he looked up and they stared at each other for a moment. Then Robbie stood up - he was walking towards them.

He sat on the seat opposite him. Charlotte and Sophie scooted down a couple of places to give them some space.

"Mate, I'm sorry."

Frederick stared at him in a shock, he had expected him to cry, or ask for more details, or accuse him of not telling him but instead he was feeling sorry for him.

"What?"

"I had my dad to bring me up but Olympe died when you were two, a couple of days after I was left with dad. Who brought you up?"

"Oh-oh em mum's friend, she died when I was twelve though, she was pretty old." He emphasized the word 'mum' because he had noticed that he called her Olympe, not mum.

"Merlin! Sounds like you've had a tough life." He sympathised.

Frederick had hated his twin his whole life and his father more for picking him, and then not asking about him when his mum died, so he could not get his head around that, not only was his twin blameless, he was also a genuinely nice person. How could you go from hating someone all your life to not in one night? Frederick tried to push his thoughts away as he focused on his first conversation with his twin.

"I'm fine. Professor Teely has been very kind to me, and has let me stay in Beauxbatons over the summer's when I'm not with friends." He spoke fondly, Wendy Teely was the closest thing to a mother he had.

"Professor Teely?" Robbie asked curiously.

"Our Headmistress. She took over after mum died."

Robbie looked at the top table. The woman-who-hadn't-been-Olympe looked hawk-like and mean with black hair in a bun. This surprised Robbie, Frederick's tone of voice and description of her made her out as a kind, motherly figure. She definitely didn't look either of these things.

"She looks nice," he lied.

"Yeah, she taught me my English."

"Well, it's very good," Robbie smiled at him. He looked at the top table again and this time found Hagrid staring at them anxiously. Robbie motioned with his hands to come over – Hagrid stood up immediately, nearly knocking over his dessert bowl. Frederick noticed him come over, and his face closed over – he still wasn't sure if his father knew or not.

By the time Hagrid had reached them, the whole school was staring at the three of them – most of the Hogwarts and Beauxbatons crowd understood what was going on but the Durmstrang boys were just goggling at the sheer size of Hagrid.

"Frederick." Hagrid whispered. Though his beard obscured most of his face, his beetle-eyes clearly shone with tears and emotion.

Frederick nodded curtly at him.

"Dad, Olympe died on that break she took fifteen years ago."

Hagrid stared at Robbie for a few moments, digesting this. "So that's why she never wrote back." And the tears that had been threatening to overflow, fell from his face and his shoulders hunched over.

This resolved things for Frederick, and he patted him on the shoulder. "Eh…dad?" he asked uncertainly. Hearing his long-lost son call him dad seemed to cease Hagrid's tears and he looked up at him.

"Son. What you must have thought of us. I should have tried harder but when O-olympe didn't return any of my letters, I was just too angry with her…" He trailed off, willing Frederick to understand.

Frederick nodded slowly. "It will be ok. At least we all know the truth."

After that, the mood considerably lightened and the three half-giants had a lengthy conversation finding all about each other, lasting long after the speeches were done and the last person had left.