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The days in ‘Hjarta skógarins’ passed by in its simple serene flow. Harry had never felt so accepted as he was here, in this place. Theo taught him more about magic, and they got to know each other better.

The moment when Harry told Theo his last name was weird. Apparently, he was famous in the wixen side of Britain, and his parents were not drunkards who died in a car accident. They were killed by a powerful but raging madman, a self-proclaimed Dark Lord. 

Harry still doesn’t know what a Dark Lord is, Theo told him that he would explain it later although he himself doesn’t know much as there are hardly any surviving documents that explain such a matter. 

The accounts of what happened that night is unclear as the only living witness was Harry himself who was a one-year-old baby. But the hypothesis was that the madman tried to kill Harry, but the spell backfired on him, killing him instead. This ended the war with all the adults proclaiming Harry, a baby, a hero.

“Leaving aside the fact that he killed my parents, how dumb was he to not be able to successfully kill a baby. How insane would he be to try and kill a baby? And that idiot is known as the darkest Dark Lord of all times? Is it like some sort of propaganda?”

Theo shrugged, “Mother used to joke that the British wixen exchanged their brains for brawns. Plus, they’re narrow minded.”

Harry made a questioning sound.

“Father is British, but mother was from Scandinavia. Their family followed the olden Norse. She wasn’t like how a “proper woman should be”.” Theo said with full finger quotations. 

“That’s dumb. Your mum sounds like she was awesome.” Harry commented.

“She was,” Theo agreed with great delight, “she loved to see the look in their faces with all her ‘unlady-like behavior’. I miss her”

They lay in Theo’s bed in silence, their feet dangling off the edge. 

Theo said that he probably had books about him somewhere.

They made books about him, including children's books and him somehow fighting dragons and building a harem. 

Harry was about to die out of pure mortification.

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“If my parents were magical, why was I sent to live with my mom’s sister. She always told me so much nonsense about my parents. I hate her.”

Theo looked up from his book. They were sitting in their spot in the library. 

“Your grandparents from your father’s side died before you were born. Your godfather was sent to Azkaban, wixen prison, for being a death eater and aiding in your parent’s murder. Therefore, your closest existing relative was your aunt. I do not know why a distant magical relative did not offer to take you in. These are questions which I do not have the ability to answer.” Theo expressed his regret in not being able to answer his question.

“I have a godfather? Why did he betray my parents then?” Harry didn’t know how to feel. He apparently had a godfather, a godfather who was better off not existing.

Theo shook his head, “I do not know. But they say that the Black family were staunch supporters of the Amlóði.”

“Amlóði?” Harry questioned.

“A weak fool.” Theo smirked as he said.

“Pft-” Harry attempted to smother his giggles. He was ultimately unsuccessful.

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The first major event to occur was Theo’s birthday on the 30th of April.

“An auspicious moment.” Vivian had called it.

The now nine-years-old boy took great joy in comparing his height with Harry, with Harry being the shorter of the two.

They spend the morning playing in the forest and in the small stream just a few paces away.

Vivian and Harry cooked up a great feast along with a cake. Dark chocolate, Theo’s favorite. 

When the boys went upstairs, Harry told Theo to wait in his room, when he himself entered his own room. He carefully picked up a drawing from his drawer and headed to the other room before he could start to feel nervous and back out.

Harry held the drawing with both his hands, “Happy birthday, Theo.”

The drawing was very rudimentary but carefully drawn. It featured the torp and the forest as the background with Vivian, Theo and Harry standing in front of the torp. An angelic figure was featured above them.

“Did you draw this, Harry?” Theo questioned.

“Umm yeah, I really like being here with you and aunt Vivian, and your mother sounds like a guardian angel who is always looking after you.” Harry could feel his face heating up, “and I know that you would like her to be here with you.”  

Theo pulled him into a tight hug. “Thank you, Harry. I will treasure this.”

“You’re welcome.” Harry smiled.