The start of Dadsuma
Xisuma was a normal child growing up. Normal, not ordinary.
He lived together with his twin brother and his parents on their parents' manege where their parents owned a horse riding school. But the school meant that their parents would often be very busy and Xisuma and Evilex would be left to fend for themselves. They were inseparable.
But Xisuma was not ordinary. No, he was far from it.
It started with being able to calm the horses by just looking at them.
He had been out in the meadow where their horses like to graze with Evilex, when the horse closest to Evilex got spooked by a gunshot of the hunters in the woods. The horse buckled and nearly toppled Evilex over in its panic. Ex looked terrified as the horse threatened to run over him, but fortunately was spared the blow as X had simply made eye contact with it, causing it to calm down.
They were seven at that time.
From that moment onwards, strange things seemed to happen to Xisuma; stalls that would clean themselves when he did not want to clean them, missing items were simply replaced and no horse got spooked ever again in his presence.
It did not take long for Ex to pick up on how said strange things seemed to happen when his twin was near and confronted him.
“Look, I don’t know which method you are using to be able to clean the stalls that fast and well, but I want in on it.” Ex said with crossed arms. They had been eating lunch together, without their parents as usual, when Ex had had enough. X looked up panicked.
“I’ve honestly got to say that I have no clue at all,” X said stressed, “These things seem to happen for a while now. First I’m thinking about not wanting to clean the stalls and then the stalls are pristine! It’s scary!”
From there on the twins abused X’s newfound ‘power’ to their best extent; stealing their mothers freshly baked chocolate cookies, not having to clean the stables and instead just having a fun time riding their ponies in the forest.
It was kept as an unspoken thing among the two, something their parents did not know.
But of course the cat came out of the bag when suddenly one morning Mrs McGonagall stood on their front porch.
Their mum and dad were giving lessons as usual and were not near the twins. And so, being told not to open the door to strangers, Mrs McGonagall had to wait at least an hour before apparating in front of the two and giving them quite a scare in the process.
The two immediately ran out of the door (Mrs McGonagall let them) to find their parents. Screaming about how a woman dressed in green had been standing in front of their door for a while and having appeared in the living room.
Safe to say that the riding lesson had been cancelled and that their parents, who despite not being there for them still cared, made their way to the house as quickly as possible.
After attacking the strange lady with an iron poke, which transformed into a ball of thread with only a blink, they stopped to listen to what the woman had to say.
It was quite the change, knowing what he was now. It lifted a lot of worries but also came with lots of concerns. If he wanted to go to the wizard school Hogwarts, he had to leave Ex behind. Who, despite claiming that he would be fine, regretted seeing his brother go. It had led to a few restless nights with the two of them cuddled up into either bed, but they had finally come to the conclusion that it was better for X to go.
He had trouble finding his place in the wizarding world for quite some time. Three years to be exact. But then he met Keralis, a Slytherin a year below him. He wished that he could say that their meeting had been better than it had actually been.
That morning his owl, Derp, had arrived with a letter from Ex and his parents. His father was sick, he had a terminal form of cancer and would not make it to the end of the year.
It had him running up to the astronomy tower for some peace and quiet. It was there that the Slytherin found him.
Keralis said nothing at first, perfectly fine to keep the silence, but spoke up after a while. Needless to say that the two stuck together like glue after that.
He finished his third year with the best grades of his class (having thrown himself at studying to get away from the dread) and gained new aspirations; he was going to be a healer. There was no other option.
He would not let the same fate of his father happen to anybody else, wizarding- and muggle world.
Maybe that is how he, now in his final year, managed to collect the group surrounding him in a little classroom, staring at him expectantly.
But it would be okay, because he had found his place.
To be continued…