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16 August 2010.

The magical world was at peace after 14 years. Thomas Riddle, son of Tom Riddle, was defeated in the Second Wizarding War in 1996. Still, it didn't mean criminality was gone. Autumn was approaching is was getting cold, though London is always known for its chilly temperatures.

"You should rest, Anael," said his fiancée, watching putting his jacket to go out.

"I can't love, this is important, this is my chance," he finally put on his jacket and prepared himself with his briefcase. I managed to get valuable information for my investigation," Catherine walked towards him and hugged him, putting her arms around his neck. "Everything will be fine," he smiled at her and placed his hand on her cheek.

"I understand that it's important to you to publish a book about the absurd ideologies of the purebloods..." she sighed, and Anael pressed a chaste kiss on her lips.

"Except the Weasleys," he smiled at her, "I interviewed them, they told me that they didn't agree with those ideologies. Their children married half-blood and Muggle-Borns. Also, one of their children is married to a pureblood, didn't tell me who and, I'll try to find out."

"Can't you just use them as an example?" Anael listened to his fiancée. "I mean, you already have enough material to make your report and book with the Weasleys' testimony."

"It's a good testimony. But, through the years, people had been discrediting them all this time by calling them blood traitors for not following the pureblood regime," he argued. "I need one pureblood family, who believed in the superiority of the blood superiority before, and I know someone that can help me."

"Love, our Minister for Magic is Muggle-born, and she's a great example," Catherine said. "Isn't that enough?" she spoke rhetorically and tried to talk some sense into him. "She's doing a good job since the Ministry gave her the job, and you could prove to those who believe in the blood superiority that Muggle-borns are far more effective."

"She may be Muggle-born, and she's a great example, but racism still exists," he said.

"Society will have their opinion," she walks away from him to began to clear the table.

"You're right," he agreed, "Which is why I also have a voice. I have the right to be heard. They are books and reports that emphasize that Muggle-borns should be extinguished," he paused. "I can also write about why purebloods ideologies of blood superiority are absurd and that we are all magical."

Anael sighed. His whole life had been based on being prejudiced and criticized for being a child of Muggle's parents. To the point where some narrow-minded pureblood racists accused him of "stealing" magic. He had always believed he was unique, for being a son of Muggle's parents.

He looked at his watch and realized he was running late. He said goodbye to his fiancée and apologized to her for showing himself that way because he felt somehow he argued with her. Catherine denied and told him that whatever he wanted to propose, she would support him. That he the right to be heard, and without further, he left his home. Anael lifted his head and noticed that the day was cloudy.

He closed his eyes and skillfully focused on his destination.

He transported himself through the apparition. He could admire the mansion that was in front of him. He followed the path that led to the entrance of the giant house. There was a monument with a plaque before reaching the doors. It was a giant snake with a sword entangled in its body. The snake had a plaque above with a Latin phrase that read: Ambitio nobis prospere.

"Ambition will lead us to success," he murmured as he read.

He continued on his way and finally reached the door. Knocked several times and waited a few seconds with nervousness, and clutched his briefcase to calm himself. The door had opened, revealing an old elf.

"Good morning. How may Arwen serve you?" The elf greeted very kindly, giving a pleasant feeling.

"I am Anael White," he introduced himself, "I'm looking for Y/N L/N. I hope he is available."

"Come in," the elf said. "I'll announce that you're here." Arwen gestured and allowed him to pass, stepping aside.

Anael entered and admired the elegance of the mansion. A large chandelier hung from the ceiling when he entered. It was the first thing he noticed while ahead. There were a stair and many windows; each one had emerald curtains. Being separated through for the light could enter, illuminating every part of the mansion with dark walls—walking a little further and looking at the paintings, statues, and sculptures. He encounters an interesting wall. The wall was covered in cloth and had a large tree painted with people and identifying them. Above the artwork, it said it was the L/N generations.

"The L/N family tree," the elf spoke.

"Is someone still painting it as more people join in?" he asked curiously.

"It's magical. The painting is connected with every member of the family," he explained calmly. "If someone of the L/N family gets married. The new person is added to their side, and a sort of limb is formed. And when someone is born, they are added below the two members and so on."

He looked at the big tree and noticed that Y/N had not formed a limb as he had no one beside him and no son or daughter. On the same line, there was a person in grey and, further up, there were more people in grey.

"Why are they in gray?" he looked at every detail.

"When someone in the tree dies, they turn gray, while those in color are alive," he answered kindly.

"What about him? "He pointed to a gray boy in the same line as Y/N and a blonde girl who was in color and had a branch implying that she was married and had a family.

"Mr. Tristan James, Miss Carla's and Y/N brother," he answered his question.

"Arwen, would you be so kind as to let the visitor in and say what he wants to say," a voice was heard, causing Anael to look away from the tree and search for that voice.

"They are waiting for you; follow me." Arwen walked towards the big office and, Anael followed the elf, surprised because the elf looked old and was in healthy conditions, was not slow at all.

They reached the office; Anael saw a person looking out the window and stood there waiting for him to turn around or say something. Arwen poured some fire whiskey on the small table. He asked one last time if they needed anything else. The elf received a negative answer causing him to nod with a curtsy before leaving.

"Who are you?" asked the person looking through the window.

"Anael White," he answered.

"What does Anael White want?" he turned to look at him.

The journalist met the E/C that Y/N possessed. Anael noticed that Y/N have a long scar on his right cheek. He was wearing a suit, a black button-down shirt and, shirt collar up-fitted with a grey silk cravat, gray vest, and a long black coat along with black elegant pants and shoes.

"I need to ask you a few questions," Anael answered his question.

"If it's my point of view of how I defeated Thomas Riddle, there's a lot of news and, I published a point of view," he argued. "It's even in the history of magic books, updated version," he took a sip of his firewhiskey.

"I'm afraid that's not what I,m looking for," Anael kept looking at him.

"So?" he asked, not showing any interest.

"I need you to tell me your point of view about sharing the magical world with Muggle-borns," he took out his notebook to write down.

"What is your purpose with my reply?" he looked haughtily.

"I'm just trying to make the racism stop for once and, I think your opinion would break the society scheme," the journalist argued.

"You can't change other people's perspectives. I think that's something you should have learned a long time ago," he scoffed as he took a sip.

"People should learn to respect and, I understand your opinion, but I won't stop fighting for my people. I'm just trying to be a voice holder," he looked at him.

"Sit down," he offered and, Anael sat down on the comfortable leather sofa. "What makes you think my opinion has any influence? They would not believe you for the lack of evidence about your presence here questioning me." Y/N approached the other sofa in front of where the journalist was on to look at his face.

"I think you're playing the fool," he arched his lips. "Never underestimate a journalist...

"I can't help you." He got up from the sofa quickly, but the journalist was much quicker. "Scamander confirmed that you would help me," he spat, and Y/N froze after hearing that name.

"I don't know what you're talking about," he turned and smiled at Anael. "I think you should leave because I have to go."

"Newt Scamander told me what you did," Anael confessed. "Please, I need you to tell me what happened during that time, at least do it for her," he pleaded, but he ignored him.

"I'm sorry, you must go." He snapped coldly.

Anael wasn't clingy, so he just nodded and gathered up all his belongings to leave the office.

Y/N waved his wand, causing the radio to turn on. The station was on a pureblood radio station. They were criticizing Muggle-born people, even saying how they were going to die. Saying horrible things and the worst part was that they were badmouthing the Minister of Magic and that the position didn't belong to her because she wasn't 'superior' blood. He sighed, quickly waved his wand to turn off the radio, and left the office, noticing that the journalist was at the entrance door.

"Wait," he stopped him and, Anael looked at him. "All right, I'll help you, but I only have one condition," he said and, Anael nodded.

"You say," Anael replied.

"Her name..." he sighed "can't be revealed to in any media," he said.

"Done," he agreed.

They were in the office again. Y/N walked to one part of the office and muttered a spell that caused a shelf to open. Revealing a glass case full of glass tubes with a piece of parchment identifying them, a Pensieve had come out. A magical object that its use was to review memories. Y/N reached into the cabinet and grabbed a glass tube, which inside it contained a glowing bluish-blue liquid to a gaseous substance. It was a memory extracted from his mind.

"Ready?" he asked, and Anael nodded.

He opened the tube and poured the liquid into the Pensieve. Anael put his head into it and watched as the environment and the place where the memory came from formed around him.

"What year is it?" asked Anael, watching around, experiencing the memory.

"September, 1st 1996," Y/N answered as they looked at the Hogwarts Express.

"Oh, it's you," Anael pointed to Y/N, he was 16 years old, "With short hair and young," Y/N gave him an irritated look.

"You have to accept that it is true," he sneered.

They followed Y/N and his little group of Slytherins to a compartment far away. They bumped into the golden trio walking in the opposite direction.

"Well, well... here's poor little Weasley, the orphan, and the dirty blood," sneered Y/N, and the group laughed at his mockeries.

"Hey, that's Hermione Granger, the Minister of Magic along with the Aurors Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley." Anael smiled at the sight of them and continued to listen to the discussion. He expected them to defend themselves.

"Shut up L/N!," Ron yelled, and Y/N's reaction and his group were an "uhh..."

"Learn how to swear Weasley it's pathetic." Draco spatted.

"Well, Malfoy," Harry starts to talk," Ron doesn't care about your opinion just like your father, since he doesn't care about you in the slightest," he countered.

Draco's face changed to one of anger, and he pulled out his wand. Y/N didn't want any trouble, though he didn't want to pass up a duel either. However, they stopped by the presence of a tall blonde with emerald eyes.

"I hope you're greeting each other and going to the compartment," the girl with authority figure spoke.

"We were only joking," Y/N said.

"Get settled and, prefects in 25 minutes must go to the prefects' compartment. We have a meeting," she ordered and, they all left without taking their menacing eyes off each other.

Y/N from the present watched as Hermione moved away from the presence of his past self, he let out a soft sigh, and that caught Anael's attention.

"Wait..." Surprised, he paused, "You with the Minister of Magic?"

Yes, Y/N YS/N YT/N L/N fell in love with a Muggle-born, a dirty-blood.

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