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Janet Drake frowned at her son, Timothy Jackson Drake at age six was showing signs of magic. A wizard of all things.
Grey blue eyes stared up at her, confused and watery but the raven haired child refused to let the tears slip. Janet tutted, Timothy should know not to show weakness even if that person was someone her son trusted. Surely her teachings weren't going to waste. She’ll have to reinforce them later.
Jack Drake, the fool she married, stared at their son as if he was a monster. Eyes wide and fear shimmering throughly clear as day. Janet narrowed her eyes, her son may be far from perfect but he was no monster.
"Timothy," she beckoned with a simple gaze, "come."
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My name is Timothy, I am six years old and have done something bad. I don't know what but mother and father are staring at me and that’s never good. They only gaze at me when I’m in trouble.
Father stares like I'm a monster, like I've done something bad. I don't believe I have. I've been quiet, I've stayed out the way. I have followed the rules of a child that should be rarely seen and not heard. I have not asked questions or cried, nor have I demanded attention.
"Timothy," mothers calls me with a gaze, "come." She doesn't point, she doesn't yell. It's not even a demand, mother simply states it.
I listen.
Walking over to her side with a lowered gaze, adults are superior they must be listened to, I ignore my father who is fumbling for something in his coat.
"Timothy, gaze up," another statement. I look up at my mother. Tall and pale with dark brown hair tied into a tight bun. Mother may look ordinary but she gets what she wants, one way or another.
Before a word is said father cuts her off. I manage to hold in a winch.
"Yes, yes, I'll be there in a minute." He 'hangs' up. Father wasn't talking before, when father speaks to someone he makes noises of acknowledgement. There also wasn't a sound from the phone, no muffled speaking or a sound when he 'hung' up.
Mother narrows her eyes, he's avoiding a problem that can not be solved. The fool is weak.
"Sorry Janet, Drake industries has a problem." Father is nervous, his fingers are twitching with his lie. Mother isn't happy.
"Wouldn't they need both of us if the situation is that important?" Mother asks challengingly. Mother normally handles the meetings while fathers main focus is on the digs. Father is not a good liar. Mother doesn't like liars.
"Y-yes of course but-" mother cuts him off as she holds up her palm.
"I understand," father looks like a huge weight has been lifted off his shoulders, "but I will require to see the reports on the problem." Mother doesn't like liars so she's making him work for it. Father pales and nods quickly all the while scurrying out the front door.
I stare bitterly after him. Father is avoiding me, I couldn't of done something that bad. Could I have?
"Timothy brown doesn't t suit you." Mother states. I look up at mother, I am not wearing brown. I have black shoes and pants and a white shirt on. I am presentable.
Mother tuts her annoyance and runs her green nails through my hair, the bitterness doesn't leave.
"Come."
I follow.
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Janet watches her son as he sleeps, he is a wizard. A metamorphagus. Janet lets her posture slip. This wouldn't be good.
Despite her parents being pureblooded Janet was a squib. Who married a muggle. This child will be considered a muggleborn, a mudblood to disgraceful children with no manners. There are a lot of disgraceful children theses days.
Running a weary hand to take out the tight bun Janet makes a decision. She needs to call a ....friend. Remus Lupin. A small smile crosses her face.
She remembers those days when the marauders ran around causing a muck. Pranking, yelling, pining after someone. A strange lot they were.
She remembers the stares she got, a squib at the school? Why would professor McGonagall take her in, a squib of all things! Oh she wished she could've hexed them. She didn't need to. Sirius Black, James Potter, Remus Lupin, Peter Pettigrew and Lily Evans did that for her.
Everyone knew her story, pureblooded SLytherins gave birth to a squib of all things. Then they kicked her out and professor McGonagall took her in.
They became friends of sorts and then the war started. Lily and James got married and had a baby, Harry. Janet remembers the play dates Timothy had with his 'cousin' as the adults muttered about the war. Then the notorious Sirius Black betrayed them all. He killed Peter, told the Lord where the Potters were. Janets heart went cold that night. Never trust a soul.
With a frown Janet picks up the phone, she may not trust him like she once did but Timothy deserved this experience, to not be stared at like a freak. Also it was time her son to meet his 'uncle,' once again.
Beep
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Bee-
"Hello?"