To Nathan party was as usual boring and had a kind of blandness to it. But he obediently listened to whatever the Oldmen and ladies talked while staying around answering them when they asked some questions. And when the time came to cut the cake Thomas told him to personally serve them a piece and listen to whatever they have to say and thank them for their blessings.

You had to expect Nathan's grandpa to let Zeffy or other house elfs for such a menial task. In fact even Nathan was a little surprised by this move. As he like certain ferret considered similar status to them, how would he know what his grandpa was thinking?

As far as he was aware pure bloods would look down on such a servile behavior and attitude. Then again he saw no one so much as twitch their face in disapproval as far as he could tell. When he looked at his grandpa who was urging this all he got was some more chidding.

" This is our tradition Nathan, just because we settled here for few generations that doesn't mean we totally forgot our origin so stop looking at me like a lost lamb " Thomas smiled " I'm sure, you parents and grandparents would be proud of you just like I am"

Nathan internally rolled his eyes and curtly drawled out an " yeah,sure " Nathan thought it burdensome he wasn't against it unlike Thomas he lived a life in the said country before getting killed so he wasn't completely against such an idea.

Though he still hate to serve dumbbells a plate, he discreetly adds sour green apple syrup but immediately regrets his impulsiveness when his courage and pettiness left him.

' OH God, this childish mentality must be because I'm a child now ' he imagined himself face palming for his stupidity. He was partly afraid of getting exposed although it would be easy to play it as a prank that would make Dumbledore pay more attention to him if he was displeased or even find it amusing not to mention Nathan had to deal with an angry Thomas afterwards.

Fortunately nothing like that happened, Dumbledore was a weirdo as he remembered. As he seemed rather like it, he even commented about the taste much to the bewilderment of poor Thomas who felt out of depth " Thomas my boy, you wouldn't mind giving me the cake recipe would you? You see I'm somewhat collector of delicacy "

Which simply made Nathan frustrated to facepalm himself inwardly. He hated to do dumbbells any favors even accidently like now; if he could help found it horrible. ' Sigh! My bad I momentarily forget this old coot had a thing for unpleasant delicacy of both world which ranged from reeking blood pops to cringing lemon drops '

While fearing his underhand tricks at some point might get exposed. He was once again instructed to go around and interact with his overenthusiastic guests. Though he finds it tolerable and annoying, nothing unmanageable so far.

He also found out the perks of having an older sibling of some sort. Lizzy was nothing short of blessings; she alone managed to take half of the cranky old over enthusiastic peoples.

Okay Nathan might shyly admit he was handsome and charming that doesn't mean he was okay with all those pinching and ruffling. He felt like they were treating like a house pet.

Nathan might have still found it bearable if it was just old ladies but why the **** Does this dude with a missing tooth interested in stretching his cheek? This gave him chills when he saw the spark. From then on he took a detour wherever he caught the sight of that old man or anyone suspicious enough.

Truth to be told it feels like he was forced to attend some ministry gala or his grandpa's guild gala rather than his own party. He politely bowed to another disappointed looking old lady whom he rejected for the dance shamelessly faking his feets were sore and swollen mind you this was a wizarding world it can be treated in jiffy.

He doubted it, this old lady couldn't tell his face was flushed in embarrassment or just a lighting arrangement. Yes Nathon taught how to dance for a couple of years and had decent skills but that doesn't mean he could accept it if every old lady asked his hand for a dance.

They are either too talky or too slow for him to enjoy the actual dancing, besides he was embarrassed with their praise. Which made him inwardly scream ' I GOT THAT, ALRIGHT I GET IT, I'M HANDSOME AND CHARMING NO NEED TO SAY IT IN MY FACE '

With a gloom he sat alone eating his plate of cake, he had reason to be this bored and scolded this old people for being dumb. It's not that he was being rude, he was wondering what was going on with the heads of these old gentlemen...and ladies.

Seriously what were they thinking, who would attend a eleven years old birthday party without bringing out any kids. I mean if they are peers of his grandpa then they should have a grandson or granddaughter around Nathan's age if a little older Lizzy's age.

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Why the hell no one had thought about it. Note here he once in blue moon was forced to attend new year or Yule gala or some kind of retirement party and meet up kids around his age even the kids attending Hogwarts or other magic school occasionally.

But here he was in his own birthday party kind of neglected by this audacious bunch even his cousin Lizzy seemed enjoying some nonsense talk with a group of old women ' Was that.... The hell- wow! that's a pretty necklace '

Nathan momentarily stunned by the new discovery, someone gave Lizzy that glittering necklace. which slightly irritated him of course this wasn't jealousy definitely wasn't jealousy. Just because it's pretty that's not mean he can wear it can he? Nathan wasn't a girl.

Nathan shook his head and knew deep down this kind of emotions weren't Normal. The nervousness and frustration must have messed with his mind. He had this great plan when the party was over thinking about it. He was impatiently waiting for the God damn party to come to an end.

Which was unnaturally dragging longer and longer. He at least expected Dumbledore to return to Hogwarts, what he is doing here this late today was school day. Tomorrow was also a school day. shouldn't he suppose looking over ledgers, replying letters, meeting with his staff.

If he remembered correctly in this period of time he and Fudge were very chummy, according to Hagrid the minister pestered dumbbells for his guidance and advice three times a day or something.

'Oh great, here grandpa even poured him a glass of wine... ' he grumbled to himself, as he watched how Dumbledore was surrounded by people merrily talking and laughing.

Now Nathan even started to doubt himself, whether this was his birthday party or they threw this party to honor dumbbells ' shameless old coot ' he scolded Dumbledore in his mind for a couple of minutes.

During this forty something minutes he even comes up with a bunch of disturbing speculations that somehow make sense. which was slightly biased and funny even to himself but oddly they did make sense for himself at least now he slowly started to put everything into its place like puzzles.

According to him this party was a cover for this bunch of people gathered somewhere and to meet up, as for whether they were some secret society or Dumbledore worshiping cult he didn't care about, doesn't matter to him even less care about the details.

It's not like he could snoop around their head, though he was strong on mind magic he never came across Genuine Legilimens or Occlumens for the last few years. Sure Thomas practiced occlumency but it was rusty Nathan can easily read his mind.

When he got his telepathic powers from the wheel, the first few weeks adjusting to it was terrible and kind of embarrassing for him. As he had no control over the psychic spike as he named them at least he had intuitive understanding over how his power works which took him three weeks to fully rein it.

If Nathan was honest with himself he knew it was far fetched but he prefers it to one of his most plausible speculations which made his stomach sink with queasiness.

No, no he didn't out right speculate Dumbledore was secretly a dark lord and try to take control over both muggle and wizarding world and all this bunch here secretly his lieutenant and second in commands Nathan could completely live with it.

As he didn't think Dumbledore would make a move against him or his family any time soon. Dumbledore wasn't Voldemort who doesn't understand and value the worth of paw- ahem people around him.

Old Coot seen the rise and fall of the two dark lords and takes the path of fear and terror to rule the world. The old thing was cunning, at least that's what his opinion of him of course. As a person from the twenty-first century he knew assumptions could be misleading.

In fact he read a few funny otherwise horrifying fan fiction portraying dumbbells as a villain. Ranging from moderately gray from full on filthy old evil bone. For example in one of the fanfic he secretly manipulates from behind the scenes while secretly researching about resurrecting his dead family by collecting hollows.

In some disturbing fictions after the death of his sister in his anger he built an alchemical candy factory where he mass produced menacing lemon drop cavalry to some other candy soldiers. Who somehow manages to enslave the whole world also successfully taking control of the development of science and technology.

In one story he became a necromancer and had developed two personas because of his past traumas. Boldly terrorizing his whole world and keeping his dead family literally in his cupboard... In that story Poor faux was the first sacrifice to some outer dimensional deity who was probably desperate for some chicken soup Nathan assumed.

Nathan's eccentric mind thought up another plausible theory here. Which made him extremely uncomfortable and unsettled. Here is the theory from observing this bunch for the whole three hours, especially the last forty-five minutes of idling.

Each and everyone of them know Dumbledore to a certain extent with this level of closeness could place them in a friend zone. Nathan knew none of them was members of the international wizarding council or someone famous aside from dumbbells so he could assume from this comradery.

They were either supporting him against Grindelwald or voldy physically or financially. Nathan believes they are loaded either from old money or they had blooming business in the wizarding world or invested in the muggle side.

This made him wonder whether dumbbells dug his claws on Reed's family fortune. As a leader of a famous vigilante group fried chickens he might have gotten a lot of sponsors from the 'good sorts' ; he wouldn't be surprised if his family funded the useless group of martyrs.

It's not the potential loss of money that bothers him but the implications from his observation that only in this universe his family exists that is to give him an identity and background.

His family held a close relationship with Dumbledore because of his late great grandfather Williams who was Dumbledore's school mate and good friend only that he was a couple of years above Dumbledore.

Their friendship continued till Williams' death, but because of Williams influence Nathan's grandfather and Thomas had a good relationship with Dumbledore even before he got famous which continues to this day. Dumbledore attending this party and spending this much time testament to this truth.

His question is how could Dumbledore not use the resources close at hands. Nathan's own parents died in the fight against death eaters wasn't this kind of ring the bell. Though this could be a coincidence but a whisper in his mind telling him they might have been lured into the order of Phoenix as a sacrificial lambs.

Even though he doesn't know them personally they were his parents in this life, he couldn't bear it if their death was the cause of this pacifist fault Nathan couldn't stomach it. If they were alive wouldn't he be able to get to know them and be brought up by them?

Despite his unique situation he is still attached to his parents to a certain extent. If they really members of the useless group he would make Dumbledore pay for his sin no reason or greater good bulls*** going to stop him from that.

He didn't for a second believe Dumbledore was innocent in all this no one would heartlessly place an innocent child in petty couple's doorstep and say " That's that" or " Good luck Harry " what a e***** greater good.

He had more respect for Petunia than this old goat, it was the latter who did Harry dirty. Sigh! James and Lily both placed their trust on the worst despicable people out there.