||Norway, Oslo - 21 Years Ago||

//Paul's Point of View//

"Tord?! God DAMMIT... Pat where is the kid?!"

"I'm doing his hair honey!"

"Oh for- Fine I'll get his lunch ready!"

Paul scrambled around in the kitchen, getting his son's lunch box together. It was Tord's first day of school, and he was hoping for the best.

Tord didn't know he was adopted - Not yet at least. If he went around saying he had two dads well - Kid's would make fun of him. He took a heavy breath, setting his lunch bag on the table.

Pat walked into the kitchen, a small Tord waddling behind him. "Thanks, Dad!" Tiny Tord cooed, picking up his lunch box. Pat gave Paul a quick kiss on the cheek, before leading Tord out the door.

Paul grimaced, but forced a smile on his face. Grabbing the keys, he headed out as well.

||Present Time||

//Tord's Point of View//

Tom brewed up some coffee for Irene and I, as we waited patiently at the table. Instead of taking care of business with Irene, my gaze was lost on Tom's a-

"Tord will you stop being so vulgar?"

I snapped my head back, in slight shock.

"You're looking at Tom as if he is a meal."

A very tasty one at that.

I thought to myself, smirking.

"You damned horny - Whatever." Irene shook her head in disappointment. "Tord, do you know who the black leader is?" She asked softly, biting her lip as her eyebrow furrowed.

I nodded, looking at her tensed. "Yes, No, Kinda...." I winced, seeing her eyes light up with disappointment.

"I only know of his battle tactics and war history! Not his damn personal life." I scoffed, folding my arms.

"Ach, You little brat. His name is Jørgen, a man who's been in the mental hospital more than I can count."

I chuckled darkly, curling my upper lip. "You sure know how to pick 'em mom."

"Who said I choose him?" Irene's face fell dark, pain spreading over every muscle of her face. I went tense, realizing what she said.

"I'm sorry."

"No, It's... It's okay... Tord, I think it's time you learned about what happened..."

I went tensed, glancing over a Tom. There were cups of coffee on the counter but he wasn't in the kitchen. I would assume he was in the bathroom OR was making a call to Paul and Pat. I looked back at Irene and nodded for her to continue.

----Irene's Story----

I had just graduated high school and had enrolled into a college in Oslo. Your father was one of the students there. He was VERY attractive, but... There was something off about him.

I'd avoid him most of the time, hanging out with my friends. I couldn't help but notice anywhere I went, he was there.

I shrugged it off as a coincidence, but the more often I saw him... The more I got concerned. One afternoon I was walking from the campus to the library which was not too far away.

Your father had been following me, and... He made his advances towards me. Well, tried to at least. He had confessed he was "in love" with me and that he'd have me one way or the other.

I had managed to flee, and I immediately dropped out of that college. I made plans to come back to my hometown in Sweden, where I'd continue college there.

On the drive there, my car broke down... Jørgen had hijacked my car and was tailing me. In the middle of nowhere, he took me.

I woke up god knows where, but it was someplace dark and cold. He raped me continuously until I submitted to him.

We were wedded on a gloomy winter day. Months turned to years with him... I was 25 when I became pregnant.

(A/N: Irene was 19 when she was kidnapped meaning she had been missing for 6 years. And yes, she developed Stockholm syndrome.)

It was a blessing for me, I could've never been happier. Jørgen was happy too - Well, at first.

By my second trimester he... changed. He began to throw bottles at me - which was out of the norm since he used to beat and abuse me anyway - but he would aim at my stomach. Of course, I'd always be able to dodge them in time but... I was always scared of what was around the corner.

By my third trimester, he... He pushed me. I went into labor early. Jørgen refused to help me or have help for me. He just sat there and watched as I went through the pain of labor.

I gave birth to a baby boy at 3 in the morning on September 6. From the moment he was born, Jørgen ripped him from my arms and stormed out of the house.

He was gone for 6 hours, and then he came back. I hadn't even recovered from the pain of birth when he began to beat and assault me all over again.

2 Years later, the police raided the place and 'saved me'. I spent 4 years in a mental hospital recollecting my dignity and sanity. Jørgen had gotten away, but I seemed to be in the clear.

Years later, I noticed a wanted sign... It- You. Your hair, your face... At first, I thought it was Jørgen, but... You had my eyes(You have yer mothers eyes, Harry).

I thought to myself maybe, JUST MAYBE, Jørgen hadn't finished the job when disposing of you.

I began to do my research on you - Little was known, but all that there was to you was that you were dangerous and the leader of the Red Army.

Now, I had two choices. Stay far away from you, or join the army with a 50/50 chance of you being a sadistic psychopath like your father.

I took my second option.

I had enough medical skills, so I was taken as a nurse. The rest was history...

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Irene took a heavy breath, looking at her feet. She was shaking, fresh tears dribbling down her cheeks. I cupped her soft cheeks, wiping away her tears.

"Dearest mother, please do not cry.."

I cooed, rubbing her right cheek with my thumb. She pursed her lips sourly, biting back another wave of cries.

There was a tense moment between us until she threw herself into my chest bawling. The small feeling of sorrow began to grow for every tear drop that hit my chest. I held Irene close to me, muffling her cries.

"What the f-?" I jerked my head up, seeing Tom giving me a cold and confused look. I took a heavy sigh, mouthing to him it was a long story.

Taking note of Irene, Tom nodded backing away slowly from the kitchen leaving us be.

I had a feeling I was gonna get chewed out my by mate when I returned to the room.