Felix Rosier
I've never been one to talk about my past, people think that's suspicious, a Rosier not wanting to talk just after a war? They're right to think so but what gets me is how even when I do try to explain they still find me suspicious.
Now I'd understand if it was still wartime and I'd be able to forgive and forget like I have previously as you have to be safe but it's not and I hate how everyone assumes I'm just like my parents. Like I get that you hate them but so do I, they compare me but when I compared them to their parents they freak! Fucking hypocrites.
I do understand the suspicions when I tell them that I love my brother though, perhaps you've heard of him? Evan Rosier was his name and he ment the world to me my whole childhood and he still does as much as I'd like to move on, though I have gotten better at letting go of him.
I never actually introduced myself, hi I'm Felix Rosier, son of Axel and Adele Rosier, younger brother of Evan Rosier. You've probably at least heard of Bellatrix Lestrange, well her mother Druella was my brother's sister, yeah, she's my cousin, was my cousin, let's all praise Molly Weasley.
My point is my family tree is full of batshit crazy people and so people assume I'm the same, that's a big reason I love dragons so much, they don't judge based on your family or blood status or house, they judge based on how you treat them. I didn't say but I work with dragons in Romania for a living, the problem is people assume I love working with dragons due to vicious intent but in reality it's those assumptions that make me want to leave humans behind.
I've never actually told anyone the reason I chose dragons over any other animal as you could argue that they're all not human so what's the difference. The reason is my brother, or more my brother's creations, he would fold up parchment into little bird like creatures that I'm pretty sure Pandora Lupin taught him how to make and use spells to make them fly calling them dragons. He'd make the dragons whenever I was sad or when my parents were fighting, they were what kept me sane, he was what kept me sane.
Speaking of my brother I guess I should cut to the chase.
Here's my life story based on what I know from what people have told me, diary entries and my memory, sorry if there are any gaps but you can cope.
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I hated school terms, Evan made sure to come home for the holidays but it was never long enough with him, it was never long enough to justify him being away for so long. I didn't know who I was without my brother, he was all I wanted to be and he was all I cared for. It sounds stupid and dramatic but all of the interests I took up where the ones Evan had showed me, he'd tell me to learn how to do things and when he's get back I'd show him.
The year was 1976, it was summer break and I was 5 years old. I woke up at the crack of dawn to get ready, today was the day Evan came home for a whole two months, the day Evan got home from Hogwarts for the summer was my Christmas, we celebrated Christmas but a thousand overly expensive kids toys could never live up to having Evan home with me.
My parents had tried to get me to be friends with their friends kids but I wasn't interested, Evan was the only friend I needed, and oh how I needed him.
My parents told me to calm down and eat breakfast and how even if we were there early that doesn't mean the train will be, you may wonder how I could hate my parents as they sound rather kind and reasonable, they weren't.
The days retrieving Evan from the train station were the four days a year my parents loosened their grips, then they'd be easier the whole time Evan was there, or well they seemed easier as they were never there. I wanted to be taken care of by Evan and he wanted to take care of me and my parents weren't about to refuse free 24/7 babysitting, I don't think they ever wanted kids, or they didn't want us at least.
Could Evan get back on his own? Yes.
Would being at the train station waiting the only way to stop me crying about him? Also yes. They weren't the kind of parents to give you what you want just because you were sad but this was something they couldn't fight me on, I've always been a strange kind of stubborn.
Evan always left the train alone, as I would learn was due to not wanting my parents to judge his friends, but this time was different, Evan left talking to two boys. I ran to him and jumped into his open arms. "Hé gamin, ça va?" (Hey kid, how are you?)
He held me on his hip, looking like he really was my father.
I could hear words but I didn't know what they ment, the only ones I knew where "-Felix Rosier?"
One of the boys was talking, I knew one of them to a degree, Regulus Black, the cousin of my cousins, son of Orion and Walburger Black, I'd seen him at family gathering and my brother had invited him round a couple times, I'd never really cared to listen to anything he said or take in anything about him though.
Regulus wasn't the one talking, it was the other boy, he was a lot taller than Regulus and a noticeablely taller than my brother as well, he had messy brown hair that stuck up all over and wore his tie ridiculously loose with the top button of his shirt undone, my brother clearly didn't like this and put me down to sort out his clothes before my parents could see him. "Félix, voici Barty, dis bonjour." (Felix, this is Barty, say hello.) My brother said as he picked me back up.
I didn't want to talk to this stranger but my brother was telling me to and I wanted his approval too much to disappoint. "Salut Baty." (Hi Baty) I said with little enthusiasm.
My brother laughed. "J'ai dit qu'il s'appelait Barty, Felix, pas Baty." (I said his name is Barty, Felix, not Baty)
"Je suis désolé" (I'm sorry) I said to him with no actual remorse of course, I hadn't meant to mess up, I just didn't care enough to learn his name. They said some more stuff I didn't understand as a five year old who learnt to speak while living in France then moving to England to only speak French to my family and not speak to anyone else, I don't know how my brother spoke such good English by the time he left for Hogwarts as we'd barely moved there but maybe his English tutors back home were pretty good.
"Félix! Arrêtez de vous enfuir!" (Felix! Stop running away!) I heard my mother yell as she and my father approached.
"Dès qu'il est entré en courant, il m'a trouvé maman, ne t'inquiète pas, je l'ai." (As soon as he ran in he found me mother, don't worry I got it.) My brother always defended me even when I was in the wrong, even when it ment he'd get a punishment 10x what mine would've been and I'd still get punished but normally when he does it it takes some attention from me and I'd get off lighter.
"Tu dois vraiment arrêter d'être impertinent, jeune homme" (You really need to stop being sassy, young man) My father said, I didn't and still don't understand how that was sass not just reassurance but my parents never saw things that way.
"Et que fais-tu avec ce traître à ton sang?" (And what are you doing with this blood traitor?) My mother asked, they hated blood traitors, I didn't understand what they even were but I knew they hated them so that ment they were bad and that was good enough for me. I looked at my brother in betrayal.
"Mère s'il te plaît, il n'est pas comme son père, il le déteste." (Mother please, he's not like his father, he hates him.) My brother started to plead.
"Pensez-vous vraiment que c'est le genre de compagnie que vous devriez garder?" (Do you really think this is the kind of company you should keep?) My father asked with far more aggression than he usually showed in public.
"Il a eu douze O.W.L.s!" (He got twelve O.W.L.s!) I didn't understand the significance of these but it seemed to convince my parents on his worth.
"Douze O.W.L.s?" (Twelve O.W.L.s) My mother stared amazed.
"Oui madame." (Yes Mrs.) Barty didn't speak French but he understood what they were talking about and confirmed Evan's claim with a sly smirk on his face.
Everyone tensed as man I later learnt was Barty's father approached speaking some words I once again didn't understand but knew for a fact were not English. Barty spoke some words in return while my parents exchanged annoyed glares and Barty left with him, glancing back longingly at my brother.
I didn't know Barty's father but I didn't like him, he was tense and gave of every wrong vibe, for what I had collected his son had done something amazing and there wasn't an ounce of pride to be found on his face, at least with my parents they would've been proud to show off and brag about to their friends and make them jealous but Barty's father acted as if that was the expected result and my brother clearly cared for this boy if he was willing to talk back to my parents for him so that made me so extremely mad at him I could've ran after and punched him.
Purebloods are amazing at pretending things never happened so that's exactly what they did the moment Barty and his father were out of view.
My parents asked Regulus how his parents and brother were and Regulus tensed at the mention of his brother, my parents seemed amused by his reaction. Regulus said they were fine and made his way to his parents who gave a wave to mine and walked off.