HP: Dion the magician who changed everything

"Mr. Alphonse, you always manage to make me laugh with your witticisms," exclaims Amelie as she turns the omelet in the frying pan. 

"I love being witty enough to listen to that melodious laughter that touches my heart and gives it more life and zest for life," says Alphonse as he sits in the dining room sipping a cup of tea in a very classy way. 

Alphonse never disappoints, he was the one who helped me to manage the art of seduction towards a woman, when I was in the academy, we always kept in touch and he advised me on what to do with the girl I liked in order to conquer her. 

"My beautiful lady, I would like to keep talking to you about other things but apparently we have a little visitor now." -Alphonse says as he opens the door that was in front of me leaving me uncovered in this pathetic outfit before the two of them.

"Good morning my lord, it is a pleasure to have you here, your breakfast is almost ready, so please take a seat"- Amélia expresses in a cheerful and polite way. amelia

"Thank you very much, Mrs. Amelia. As usual, you look splendidly beautiful." 

As she says those words she turns her gaze to Alphonse in a quick, quizzical way, her eyes watering and a joy-filled smile on her face. 

"Thank you very much it is quite an honor, my lord." 

Alphonse looks at me and nods his head while smiling as he approaches me.

"Keep it up my lord and they will all fall at your feet."- she whispers in my ear, and moments later she heads to the kitchen and winks at me. 

Now that I really think about it as a child I had almost no approach with any person external to Alphonse and Prik, I usually used to ignore or simply despise the servants for different things, especially Amelia who although she was always a very cheerful woman, I was not interested in the slightest contact with her, to tell the truth, I considered her as an inferior being because even being the daughter of wizards and having magical blood, she did not possess any magical power. 

They are the strangest cases in the magical world, this type of people are called Squib, there are few cases of Squib known, one of them or the best known happened in 1858, Angus Buchanan who despite being the son of magical parents, never received a letter of acceptance from Hogwarts, but without knowing how he managed to get to the Sorting Hat before being exposed as a squib. 

Stories tell that in sheer desperation after gaining entrance to Hogwarts, he threw himself in front of a girl whose name had been called and the Hat was placed on his head. The horror of the moment when the Hat kindly announced that the boy beneath it was a kind-hearted fellow, but not a wizard, will never be forgotten by those who witnessed it. Angus took off his hat and walked out of the room with tears streaming down his face. This had never happened before and never happened again since. The fact that Angus was a squib caused him to become estranged from his family.

"Let me set the table"- Alphonse says as he takes the dishes from the top kitchen drawer.

"As chivalrous and special as always Mr. Alphonse, I see where you learned those chivalrous gifts my lord."- Amélia says with a flirtatious smile to Alphonse. 

"No doubt I learned it from the best."

Alphonse turns to Amelia and whispers something in her ear, which makes them both turn their gaze to me. 

"My lord you have been... different all morning, look me in the eyes and tell me what's wrong?"- Alphonse comes back to me and puts his hand on my shoulder. 

"I'm just happy they're with me after everything that happened"-I say as my eyes tear up a little. 

"It's okay, go get Prik, he must be hungry too, he's been working really hard."

I nod my head and head to the backyard, more specifically to the garden, where my mother spent hours and hours watering her flowers and vegetables, as a child I loved to see how her face glowed with peace and tranquility being in this place. 

Or at least it was like that before, since the day everything changed I did not return to that place, until sometime later when Alphonse asked me to accompany him, I was still afraid that I could not be there without her caressing my head and singing songs that reflected the great love that she had. 

It was a stage of her that very few knew... that day I thought that everything would be lost, withered, rotten, I thought that I would only see death around me of what my mother cared for the most, and that would break my soul, even though I was only a child. 

Alphonse took my hand and without saying a word began to lead me towards that place, I felt my hands sweating and I was panicking, so much so that my breathing started to go faster and my vision was getting a little blurry. 

But something changed that... her voice, her singing, was still heard inside the place, my eyes filled with tears non-stop, my heart was shattered because for a moment I thought she was there... I thought I would see her there again and it shattered even more to realize that it wasn't so. 

As I looked at Alphonse his eyes were tearing up too, a part of me told me that she really wasn't coming back, but both he and I felt at that moment that maybe for an instant we had faith in that. 

As I entered the orchard my eyes lit up again and my mind was calm again. Among the flowers and plants that still retained that beautiful color that overflowed so much life, I managed to appreciate some pointed ears, a being of short stature that teleports from one place to another with a plant waterer, this being was Prik, mother's house elf. 

Prik was quite shy, he has been with us since I can remember but he always avoided contact with anyone but my mother, only until the day of his death that while I cried for hours in my room he appeared in front of me, and without saying anything he stood up on the bed, looked at my red and tired eyes from crying, with his finger he wiped one of my tears, without noticing I had stopped crying and he approached me and hugged me, after that, I slept and I thought it had been a dream. 

But then I saw him again in the garden some time later, taking care of the plants that my mother used to protect, the song came from a special plant that copies people's voices, and although I thought for a moment that he was going to run away, he looked at me and continued watering the plants quietly.

Since that day I started to go more often to the orchard and Prik started to get closer to the point that he would sit next to me and just listen to the plant sing, with time Prik became my confidant, I would tell him my problems and he would even help me with some adventure outside of Beauxbatons Magic Academy. 

"Hey Prik, how long have you been here?"- I say as I push aside a few leaves from the larger plants in an orchard. 

"My-my lord...is it ho-time?" speaks Prik timidly as he points to the letter in my sack. 

"That's right Prik, the letter arrived today, what do you say, do you want to accompany me shopping?"- I tell him while I take the letter out of the bag to show it.

"No! It would not be pru-prudent my lord, a filthy man like me would bring a bad reputation to the ca-casa, if he is seen by your side"- Prik slowly moves away while rubbing his hands due to the anxiety that the thought of that situation must provoke.

"Easy Prik, just kidding, do you think the hydrangeas are for the season?"- I ask as I walk around the orchard a little at a time.

"For sure my lord, I assure you they will be the best, just as the lady liked them"- says Prik while following me with quick steps behind me.

"I'm sure Prik, my mother would be very happy to see how you have this place, you are amazing." 

"...I only follow the guidelines left by the lady my lord, I would not dare to carry a merit of which I am not worthy"- explains Prik while making a kind of hard paste diary appear with a Gardenia in its center. 

"You always do the same thing Prik, you avoid any compliments, even though my mother decided to trust you from the first day you came to her." 

Prik is silent and teleports near the Gardenias, one of the most difficult plants to care for, my mother's favorite. That meant that our talk was over, as always so fruitful.

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