13 DEPARTURE

Kreacher proposes that I go to the Malfoy house where my aunt Narcisa is, along with her husband Lucius and their son, my same age called Draco, he argues that they are people who will teach me how to be a good nobleman, teach me about customs and that they have a spacious mansion to live in.

You may be right, but I'm not going crazy in the house of some crazy blood lovers, thank you, but no, so I would like first of all to live alone or at least away from this kind of nobility that I find repulsive.

I ask kreacher if there are no more properties in the black family, it seems strange to me that he names other magicians' houses, well it does not seem strange at all, rather it seems intentional the way he wants to enroll me in this world, but I refuse to hear it.

I want to be free, I want to live my life, make the most of it while I am a child, get away from that depraved and manipulative thinking.

While reviewing some books on the history of magic, especially the goblin revolutions, it seems to me that this war was very fierce but I do not find much information about it, as if the wizards wanted to forget this war.

Kreacher appears at the door and tells me that among all the old shelves he finally found the properties of the black house, kreacher always wondered why they did not hide the deeds of such valuable houses in Gringotts the great magic bank, but assuming that nobody can find this house, it seems understandable that they are here.

Kreacher passes them to me, I review most of them to tell the truth there are many properties in the name of the black house, many of them oriented to the commercial field, for example, there are 3 stores located in Diagon street, one of the best shopping areas in the magical world of Great Britain, although now they are abandoned.

They also own land in other countries, but we will talk about it when appropriate.

No house convinces me, the land is very far away, locations in other countries such as France, Germany and even in China, but going to those countries is a very complicated subject, since I do not know the language, much less the customs and not to mention the magicians foreigners who, according to what you hear, have different customs.

I started to give up until I found a very old piece of skin, it looks like the leather of a creature that I have never seen, I look at the scriptures and they are written in a language that I do not understand, I am curious about that strange parchment so I pick it up, out of nowhere the strange piece of skin begins to glow and the letters inside it are arranged differently forming words that I can now understand clearly.

It seems the titles of some land, located near a county called Devon in the southwest of England, it seemed to me a very good place since it was far from a big city, almost as if it were the town of my previous life, although not here My family and my neighbors are there, I think I can live in peace and quiet while I'm there, I start to roll up this strange leather but strangely I can't fold it easily, I know I'm a 6-year-old boy but I'm not so weak that I can't fold a simple parchment, when I turn the parchment I realize that it is made of a skin with scales I find it fascinating, this creature must be very rare and extraordinary this world will never stop surprising me, I wonder if in this place I will be able to breed new ones types of creatures.

.................. ...

We are about to leave the ancestral home of the black, I walk through my room where I lived for 6 years and I feel nostalgic.

Since I took my first walk, the painting has not shouted again, kreacher tells me that she is the old mistress of the black house, and that she is one of the people he respects the most.

After packing I actually realized that I did not have many things just a few changes of clothes and a few books, I do not own anything, nothing in this house really feels mine, I do not feel attached to this house, so with a renewed determination I prepare to leave for new adventures, I hope to be free and happy, thinking about that I turn to see the portraits of the house and I stop in front of the painting that screamed every afternoon, she would be my grandmother according to kreacher, I look at her, but We never talked after the little exchange we had before.

I prepare to leave the house, having checked everything, and suddenly a voice comes from the back more specifically of my grandmother's painting, he tells me.

- This is your home, always remember it.

I turn quickly, but the painting no longer moves, it is static as before, but her almost imperceptible smile now shows an increasingly noticeable smile.

- I will return someday.

I open the door of the house and prepare to leave.