Complex emotions or none at all

Words etched themselves on the paper of inheritance. And the result was, surprising to say at least.

'This brings out forgotten memories.'

[ Name - Benedict Draugr Septim Clotho

Father- Erald Septim

Mother- Kirsta Septim nee Laevinus

Guardian- Addam Walkthrow

Bloodline- Septim royalty; Clotho family

Heir to( if any)- Septim royal family; Clotho family

Inheritance- One small house at Hogsemead (Clotho heir), One heir ring (Septim royalty) ]

"May I?" Minerva asked for the results. I passed it to her, not that it would make any difference knowing very well that only I know what the names signified.

What I found interesting was how this found out about the Septims when they are not in this world or are they?

"Do you know about the Septim royalty, Albus?"

"I have not heard of them, but a royal is a royal no matter where they are."

"Do not bother. Septims have perished, they are long gone as for Clotho, that's a private matter of mine, leave it at that." I replied. Something changed in me. I could feel it.

Ah! I understand. It was pride. Pride of being a Septim, and relief that my ancestors in Sovangarde had not cut me out of the family.

In the end, it is I who closed my contact with my family, but somewhere they still had hope in me. I feel conflicted, just not sure of what. I feel empty while being full. Happy while being sad.

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{POV- Mc mother} (no we are not gonna orphan MC to increase his stars)

My boy turned out to be royalty. It does not change things between family, and if wants to meet his old family who am I to stop him?

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I do not want that to happen, call me selfish but Ben is my son, and I cannot lose another son after that.

He made a sad face, full of longing after that test at Gringotts- the Goblin bank of the magic world.

He inherited a house and a ring from a lesser-known wizard family, according to Minerva.

I am happy for him, to get known to his roots, but I hate myself for these thoughts where I am holding him back from reuniting with his family.

I am a bad mother, aren't I?

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"So that's done what is next?"

"Wand, Robes, Cauldron, Books there is a whole lot of things." An owl flaps its wings and drops a letter for Dumbledore.

"Minerva, I would take Mr. and Ms. Walkthrow to their home, you may continue shopping for his school supplies.

"Oh, it's done?"

"He will come home after some time. Some ailments would not prefer muggles to be here. Please try to understand."

"He would be safe, right?"

"He has one witch with him, one of the strong ones. He would be safe in her care. Now if you would excuse me." Dumbledore apparate my parents to home or so Minerva said. This magic is new. I thought most spells would be rip-offs of Alteration and conjuration magic or Thu'um but there is something unique about the magic of this world to remain invisible in my eyes.

"Where to next, prof. McGonagall?"

"Ollivanders', wandmaker." We changed streets. There it was, a shop in the middle. Ollivanders' maker of the finest wands since 382 BC

"The shop is old, sorry, antique."

"Go inside for your first wand."I nodded and opened the door.

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"Done?

"Done.

"Here is the rest of it. Now hold my hand and then we will apparate to your house." Apparate? must be the one that Dumbledore used. I held her hand dear, as unknown magic is more dangerous than a fireball anytime.

The world around me sliced and rotated circled as if to tear the dimension, and when it stopped we were in front of my home.

Minerva threw a glance at me, she had little to no distinguishable emotion on her face, but I could feel the slight surprise in her eyes. Was something supposed to happen?

At the end of the day, we had shopped for school supplies and had a basic idea of how the magic world works, and how they do not use telephones but owls- apparently muggle(no-maj) items did not work in the magic world. I prefer the word no-maj over muggles, as the prior word was self-explanatory, whereas I did not find what muggle meant until I researched lost languages, which I won't be doing much later.

Now we (my family) had a whole month to ourselves, naturally, my mother suggested going for a trip, as afterward I would be too endorsed with my studies.

One thing I got to know was my father, was rich in the muggle world. He spent money without restriction when it came to my mother and me.

So in August 1969, we went to France, Germany, and the United States.

I had given a couple of months for learning French in the past. I was able to talk broken french, relieving the translator from his job most of the time. It was not perfect, but it worked very well.

It was now a whole lot different than England. I had a prejudice that most European countries had nearly the same customer, architecture, and people. Germany was different. The cars here intrigued me. It was a good visit and I had thought to learn German over the next 3-4 years, as my language learning list already had some listings which had to be fulfilled.

The United States was entirely different. They seemed slightly more technologically advanced than their peer English countries. Dual- citizenship had its own pros and cons, on which I would not comment until I had a clear idea of what each state entails.

We also visited the magical society in the States, and it was more hustle than Diagon Alley. Unlike the gloomy Diagon alley, here the streets seemed bright. There was more variety of clothing contrary to Britain, where robes were the preferance.

In one of the shops, I had seen an egg. The shopkeeper said it was a Dragon egg, which was false as this world did not happen to have Dragons, it had wyrms. On this topic, I had a debate with the Ollivanders' shopkeeper.

Another egg was of ACromantula he said, which in the brochure stated was something of XXXXX rating, but I had an interest in this beast as it sparked a feeling of longing in me.

I remember that I once had a pet. When I was about four hundred years old, I had taken a frostbite spider as a pet. And over time I had bonded with it.

I asked if I could take the egg, to which he replied that I can buy the egg, but for taking it as a pet, I need a license. The license test included a questionnaire and recommendation from a mazoologist, both of which I would ask Minerva, I mean prof. McGonagall about in my term at Hogwarts.

I remember when I hesitated to buy the egg. It was expensive, in the magic world and more expensive when the exchange value of the pound to galleon was dirt poor. Its price translated to about 45000 pounds, which was a lot in my eyes. But my father sneaked up on me and bought it for me, saying that money is expendable, while happiness is a rare guest in the world.

We further bought basic accessories, from home decor to magic garden tools and we left the States satisfied from our outing.

Tomorrow my ride was scheduled, I had packed my things and now was ready for what this world had to offer.

{Mc parent are similar to this pic, but with formal suits, because suits are important}