2 Back in the distant past
Chapter 2 The Past
Back in the distant past
Oliver sprinted towards a shop, Door No.13. B, can be found in the streets of Knockturn Alley.
It was where his mother worked at the Borgin and Burkes, for a meager salary of 5 Knuts a Week, in-order to feed him and herself.
He had a locket shaped like an "S" that he had been given to deliver to Mr. Borgin by a customer.
He came to a full stop at the door of 'Borgin and Burkes' and ran inside.
He spotted his mother with a broom in her hand, while Mr. Borgin was standing at the counter, flipping through some books.
"The customer requested that you be given this, Mr. Borgin." And Oliver handed over the small locket shaped object to Mr. Borgin.
He was an elderly man with greasy hair, yet, when his mother and he were searching for a place to stay, Mr. Borgin kindly offered them shelter as well as employment.
Later he'd come to know that this was a shady place, One that sold Dark Artifacts and bought them, but still it gave them food and shelter, and he too ran errands for Mr. Borgin for some sickles, so that he could buy himself a candy or two.
His Mother, Merlin bless her soul, was a kind woman. She was cast from her family for falling in love with a Blood Traitor and such was cast aside from her family.
He simply has to wait until he is 11 and obtain his Hogwarts letter, then his mother will reveal details about her family and his father.
From the other end of the store, his mother's voice could be heard, "Oliver, come here!"
He rushed over to his mother and embraced her in a tight hug.
"Oliver, was there a chance that you went to Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour before you arrived here?", His mother's gaze narrowed as she planted her hands firmly on her hips.
"Eh." Oliver desperately tried to remember if he'd left any evidence, "No Mother, definitively not Mother." Oliver shook his head fiercely.
His mother then smiled sweetly and then said, "At least wipe the ice cream smudge from your lips."
Oliver blenched at that and frantically wiped the smudge from his lips.
And then she narrowed her eyes at him and said, "It seems I should have a talk with Florean about giving free ice creams to my son."
"Mother, it's not free. I gave him the sickles."
His mother approached him, softly caressing his head, and said, "We just can't afford anything at his shop. Even if you give him some sickles, he's practically giving them away. "
Oliver scratched his head at that. He didn't know that ice cream from Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour was that expensive.
"Remember, even if our family is extinct, we never accept charity." His mother said in a stern voice.
"Yes, mother." Oliver's voice toned down from his usual cheerfulness, but remembered something. "But you never said our family name?"
"Whats our family name, mother?, Tell me, Tell me," Oliver pestered his mother.
"I have already told you," his mother smiled kindly at him. "When you reach age 11 and if, only if you get Hogwarts letter, will I tell you our family name".
Oliver was saddened by that, but he put it out of his mind and spoke with great excitement to his mother about what he encountered while he was outside.
After ten minutes Oliver ran outside to play.
His mother smiled sadly at that.
Mr. Borgin, who was watching all this happen, slowly approached her and asked politely, "Do you regret leaving your clan, Miss."
"Never, Borgin. Never." She had a crazed look in her eyes.
"Everything that is occurring to them at this very moment is a result of their own actions."
"I will laugh in their graves, for what they did to my poor husband." Her eyes hardened when thinking about her husband.
"Its been seven years. Seven whole years since that fateful day. When You-Know-Who fell, everyone in the wizarding world celebrated, but you were the one who suffered the most at that day." Mr. Borgin's voiced was tinged with nostalgia.
"Even though they'd cast me out of the family, I have almost succeeded in killing all of them" she had a crazed look in her when she said that.
"You know killing them won't bring back your husband, right?" Mr. Borgin gently asked her.
"Cut the crap Borgin, Don't talk like you're an advocate for forgiveness. You are not Dumbledore and never will be. "
Mr. Borgin laughed at that, "You speak as if you hold high regards for Dumbledore, but we both know that he could have helped your husband, but he didn't help, even when he was in last breath."
Her eyes lightly glimmered with tears. "Yes, I will destroy them all."
"Dumbledore, The Malfoy's, Parkinson's, Nott, Yaxley, Greyback and finally the House of Black" she'd practically spat the word 'Black' as if it was a curse.
Mr. Borgin was silent at that.
"We have to prepare, Miss"
She nodded at that.
"We both know what happened when You-Know-Who fell." Her eyes glazed at that.
"He will be back." Her breathing quickened.
"He will be stronger than ever." She clenched her hand so hard that her nails pierced her palm and bled.
"Not even Dumbledore is capable of stopping him at his full power. We don't know how the Potters did him in, even if they had cast the killing curse at You-Know-Who, he would never die."
"Yes, he wouldn't." She nodded at that.
"We have much to do in the upcoming years, Miss." Mr. Borgin politely reminded her.
"Yes."
"How old is Young Master now?" he asked cautiosly.
"He is Seven years now. Same age as Harry Potter." Her eyes softened at that.
"Dumbledore did him a favor by not raising him in the wizarding world, you know?" she lightly laughed at that.
"Why would you say that." Mr. Borgin was baffled by that. "He should be perceived as a symbol of hope for future generations."
"That's where you are wrong, Borgin. If he was raised like that in our world, he will just be another Malfoy or worse, Gilderoy Lockhart,". She
laughed at that.
"He should be in both the worlds, Wizarding and the Muggle world, and bring the best in both of them to help advance our world." She muttered lightly.
"We all know that Grindelwald was right, even though his methods were wrong."
"Miss, speak softly, even the walls have ears." Mr. Borgin gently reminded her.
"Its only a matter of time before the Muggles find us and declare war on us or worse, experiment on us. You remember that Crazy Nazi who experimented on our elderly people living in the Muggle world to attain our power."
Mr. Borgin lightly nodded at that, "yes Miss, But that is a fight for another day, we should focus on You-Know-Who for now."
"Yes, lets."
They both made their way to the far side of the store and sealed themselves inside.
Unbeknownst to them, Oliver had heard their entire speech. He had come back to the entrance of the store to ask his mother something, which he forgot after all the conversation happening around him.
Oliver was looking pale.
'You-Know-Who is alive?'
'Father, may or may not be dead?'
'Mr. Borgin and Mom were friends or at least has good impression of his mother.'
'What in the World' Oliver looked absolutely confused.
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Present Time
Oliver gently opened his eyes. He had a crazed look in his eyes.
"I will destroy them all, Mother."
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Who is Oliver's Father??
Try to guess in comments below!
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HP Wiki:
When Harry spent three weeks staying at the Leaky Cauldron and hanging around Diagon Alley in August of 1993, he spent a lot of time at the Parlour doing his homework. Mr Fortescue offered advice about medieval witchcraft for a report Harry was writing and served him free ice cream sundaes every half-hour.
