Chapter Two
He felt like he was starting to make sense of what was happening and it wasn’t like he was drowning and half awake at the same time. “que s'est-il passé?” (What happened?) His words slurred as he looked at one of the healers.
One of them sighed and their shoulder dropped. The other two kept working, one casting more spells around him and the other writing down something. “You were completely out of it for a while. But with a head trauma like that, that’s not unheard of. I am surprised you didn’t pass out because of the blow to your head.”
The boy noticed that he was still in Grimaud but in a different room and his clothes had been changed or maybe swapped more likely. “j'ai eu pire.” (I have had worse.) He shrugged, and he had, of course, survived worse. Just maybe not in this time line. Just thinking of that made his head hurt.
“You need to answer some of my questions. I am sure you have question of your own.” The boy nodded and waited for the healer to start asking his questions. “What is your name?”
He shook his head, looked confused at the man.
“That’s alright, do you know where you came from?”
“Une école?” (A school?) New memories were starting to surface again.
The healer stood up. “I am going to get the caseworker from Wixin Child Protection Scheme along with an Auror from Department of Magical Law Enforcement. I will request a translator if both of them don’t know French. It’s normal to be having trouble speaking a language that isn’t your mother one with a head trauma. The caseworker and auror are going to go over some things that are going to be happening in the next few hours and possibly days. They will be asking you questions as well.”
The boy nodded and the Healer left to do just as he had said. A woman who he vaguely remembered and a man he wasn’t expecting to see until he was closer to Hogwarts age came into the room. The boy still couldn’t remember his own name but he did the man almost immediately. “Moony!” He jumped out of his seat and raced towards the man who caught him with such a soft yet firm hug. “Pourquoi es-tu ici?” (Why are you here?) He tried to think of him ever saying he worked with the ministry. Then he looked up scared nearly having a panic attack. “Tout va tellement mal, rien n’est ce qui devrait être. Vous devez aider Padfoot, il est innocent! Je sais aussi où se cache Queudver pour le prouver!” (Everything is so bad. Nothing is what it should be. You must help Padfoot, he is innocent! I also know where Wormtail is hiding to prove it!)
“Amilia, I think you better find a nonbiased caseworker. I know who this is, and all three of us are going to have our work cut out.” Remus looked at the women who nodded in thought. “I have a feeling of that too. Qui pourriez-vous être?” (Who could you be?)
The boy looked between the two adults. “Je suis un peu confus depuis que je suis tombé du toit de l'école.” (I have been a little confused since I fell off the roof of the school.)
Both adult looked horrified at the new information he had told them. “Healer Mikaelson, he says he fell off a school and has been confused?” Amilia stated to the healer.
“Yes, it’s normal for the head injury that he got. It could sort itself out within the week. In some instances, it never is recovered though.” He looked saddened and worried.
“Où vivais-tu? Quelque part en France?” (Where have you been living? Somewhere in France?) Remus was more concerned about something else as he proceeded to ask him questions.
The boy shook his head, “Tante, oncle et cousin ici à Londres.” (Aunt, uncle and cousin here in London.) “All wrong.” He forced out in English but with a French accent.
Amilia shook her head, “it’s fine we will figure out what is going on. Now can you please let me know who he is, Remus? You said earlier I needed to request another social worker.”
The wolf tried to tell her but looked confused as he couldn’t say it. “I suggest we get an inherence test done. I feel there is much more to this than we know.”
Amilia nodded recognition was lighting up her eyes. She dug into her brief case and pulled out a paper and a vile. “As this is technically blood magic, I will be supervising the usage of this rite.” The boy didn’t hide his confusion in this blood magic why did it need to be something that needed to be supervised. His mother didn’t have anyone to supervise what she did, but then again, she didn’t have anything exactly planned out that Halloween.
“So, give me your hand and I will make a small cut. You need three drops into the vile. I will then shake it up and then pour the contents onto the parchment.” Moony then repeated it in French just in case.
The boy did so and once the liquid was poured onto the parchment and it soaked into it, words started to form. He then found himself confused as his name read out: Blaidd Rasalas Black. The boy, Blaidd looked up at Moony and then back to the parchment wanting to know what was going on.
Father: Sirius Arcturus Black III (Bearer)
Father: Remus John Lupin (Sire)
Birthday: 17rd August, 1979
Godmother: Lily Justicia Potter (nee. Potter) (deceased)
Godfather: James Liraz Potter (deceased)
Godbrother: Harold Jadis Potter (deceased)
It was when he saw Harold Jadis Potter with the word deceased next to it did, he start to panic. Everything is wrong. Nothing is what he thought it was to be or could be. He had to many questions. Start with, was what he saw all a lie? Or was that going to happen unless something big changed?
Blaidd looked at to his tad, one of his dads. His dad was in front of him. He wasn’t dead. His other dad wasn’t dead either. He quickly went from panicking to everything was wrong to angry. He watched both of his parents die, and apparently his Godparents too. He was left in a cupboard under the stairs to people who weren’t even related to him. He was seething at his tad in front of him but realized quickly that would be the wrong person as what came out of the man’s mouth again.
Remus stared at the paper and then looked at Ameila. “Find out when Harold died. Because I can’t do this all again. If-” he choked back a sob his eyes overflowing with tears. “If he lied to us. About this, he should and will be scared of me.” Blaidd saw his fathers’ eyes glow into an amber colour.
Amila, to her credit, only widened her eyes. She knew in that moment that: Remus, was a werewolf. “Est-ce contre Sirius que tu es en colère?” (Is it Sirius you're angry with?)
Remus shook his head, “Pas de démoniste en chef.” (No Chief Warlock.) He had gotten close to Amila to whisper this into her ear so no one over heard him. Amila’s was now wearing an emotionless mask.
She hummed in acknowledgement. “Healer Mikaelson, have you had the chance to run a full diagnostic on /Bl/ꞏ/ad/,” she questioned then winced.
Remus chuckled, “/bl/ꞏ/ai/ꞏ/d/ very close, common mispronunciation is usually blade.” He turned to look at the small boy in front of him now eye to eye. “Nawr, efallai y bydd gennym broblem os oes gennych yr un broblem â minnau.” (Now, we might have an issue if you have the same problem that I do.)
Blaidd felt magic envelope him again and it startled him just as much as him understanding the Welsh language at the same time. He started to cry not knowing what else to do. He heard someone talk but couldn’t make out what was going on. But as soon as they stopped talking, he felt himself being picked up and held. He buried his face into his tad’s neck.