• August 2028

    Aiden is nearly three when he has his first memory.
    It's been ten months since his dad send him and his twin to his parents. And if his dad said that earlier, he had a love-hate relationship with Lavender and Seamus Finnigan, it became better when he was fifteen. And now he's twenty-two, he can count on them more.
    Well, but it's not said that the kids will enjoy that.
    Because if the grandparents take care of them by teaching them Irish lifestyle (Because with the name like theirs, they should know about that, Seamus said), how to dress cutely ('Cause Lavender hasn't enjoy very much with his active son) and spoiling Cael, they act like Aiden is undesirable.
    Because he's not enough blonde, not so enthusiast, does not enjoy what they give him, and has more copied behavior.
    They always have something to say behind his back. Aiden feels like jailed and monitored.
    So, Aiden doesn't like times with them, or his grandparents themselves for that matter. It's not like he has choice, they wouldn't give him chance to proof he deserve to be loved.
    His only free time is when they are guarded by the Potter.
    Claire and Albus won't judge him when he says that he will play with ants outside, they won't say anything when he's too quiet and they will give him hug. Well, when he asks for, because the Potter are very talkative family and don't do subtle.
    One August day, when he's outside of the Potter's grange to find dragonfly or other insects, alone because Cael prefers to play with the little Loan who's barely two, a man talks to him.
    He's very gentle, he tells him stories that make him laugh and he even helps him find the little animals, lilliputians he calls them.
    Then, he says that Aiden should come with him, that he has lot of collection of it and he could see by himself.
    "I would love to! But I should tell Claire, she will not be happy if I go without telling her."
    "Don't worry, I will inform her."
    "Then let's go!"
    He stands up and go to take this man's hand when his vision is obstructs by red splashing.
    He falls in his back and looks at the scene in front of him. The man is lying on the floor with thousands pieces of watermelon on him, thus the red spurting. He turns toward the Potter's farm and sees Claire Potter with shakings hands.
    "Hey, Claire!"
    "Aiden. Come here."
    "But the man isn't wake up."
    "Yeah, I know, but I told you to come here," she insists handing out her hand.
    The kid glances one last time on the unconscious man before running toward his guardian. He takes the woman's hand in his tiny fingers and stills. They stay like that without speaking up.
    "Claire?"
    "Yes?"
    "Can I have a hug?"
    "Sure thing," she leans at his level and holds him in her arms.
    They shift slightly for a better spot, then he sniffles quietly against her neck. He feels like they move when Claire walks toward her house.
    "Claire?"
    "Yes, Aiden?"
    "Is it true that you will be mother again?"
    "Yes, it is."
    "But why don't you have a round stomach like all the mother that you show us?"
    "Because I use an incubator."
    "Why? Why don't you keep the baby like all the mother? You don't love him?"
    "Her, it's a girl. And I do love her, but sometimes it's difficult to handle. And I don't want to make the same mistake."
    "Mistake? Like what?"
    He never knew what she'll say because she suddenly jolts and falls like a broken doll. Aiden falls next to her with a yelp and sits up to look at her. Claire isn't moving.
    Aiden eyes the man lying on floor not far away of the house and quickly returns toward Claire, she's still on the floor but is shaking madly.
    "Claire?"
    No response.
    "Claire? What should I do? I- Cl- Adrian! Adrian!"
    He remembers his father telling him to call this name in case of danger and when neither adult is around. Like now. His call encounters nothing except alarming the two others little boys who add more noises.
    Loan kneels close to his mother to rub her arm. " 妈!妈!"
    And does nothing apart calling her helplessly in Chinese because of his distress.
    Confused but aware there is a problem, Cael cries and starts calling too.
    "Mummy! Adrian!"
    Eventually their shoutings calls the seventh son. Adrian DucSiron appears in these snowflakes which is anything but magical in front of these kids. He glances around and at them then leans to bring his former comrade in his arms without question.
    Once inside the grange, he puts the woman on the couch and holds his hands above her chest to heal her. It takes time before anything happens.
    "Where is your father?" Adrian asks Loan.
    "In the shop, he has business to deal," Loan responds with a sniff "What has mummy?"
    The blonde man doesn't know how to answer so he stays silent. At this moment, Claire opens an eye.
    "The incubator," she says weakly.
    Without wasting time, Adrian understands what he has to look for. He gasps when he sees the baby box is broken on the head and deals with that. The healing takes barely two minutes and all the problem is solved.

    Aiden never knew what happens with the baby.

    When Albus comes home, he misses most of the story.
    "Hey, what happen? Why is there a man body in front if our house?"
    Innocent Aiden replies without doubt.
    "Oh, he wanted to bring me in his house to show me his insect collection but then Claire tells me to not go then she walks me inside but she suddenly falls then I call Adrian to help then he comes and makes a miracle-"
    Albus cuts him when he comes to his wife's state.
    "Claire falls?"
    "Yeah, but everything is alright," Adrian says out loud to reassure him.
    "Where is she?"
    "Here, Al, don't worry." Soothes her once they make eye contact. "Albeit we have to deal with the man body thing."
    "Yeah, well, what's going on?" Adrian asks.
    "Not in front of the toddlers."
    Ok, get it. The kids are invited to play in other room.

    The next day, the first article of the local newspaper deals with the arrest of a pedophilia, who's found by the local police, wetted by pieces of watermelon.
    Which is very surprising 'cause even if it's August, Russia isn't the country to cultivate those fruits.

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    (Initially posted : 25 Janvier 2017 à 20:28)


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