(Blaise POV)
I look at Paris after he told me his story and I hugged him. "I will never think differently about you, no matter what happened to you in your past." I said, looking at him. "I was just really worried that you would say that you wouldn't want to be mates with me." Paris said, hugging me back. "I love you too much to do that to you. But before I tell you my story I want to sit with the others and tell them the story too." I said, looking a little scared. "Hey, it is going to be okay, I think that my friends are sitting with your friends." Paris said, hugging me and then grabbing my hand and walking me to the compartment where all of our friends were at. "Hey Natasha, I guess you found your other twin." Paris said, looking at Nat and then at everyone else. "Did you tell him Paris?" Viktor asked, looking at his best friend, smiling. "Yep, and he said that he will tell me his story when he tells everyone else." Paris said, looking at me. "Are you sure about that Blaise." Kovus asked, looking at me. "Yeah, I think I can handle telling them." I said, looking at them and smiling. "Well my story starts with my mum. She likes to get with the most expensive men and then kill them after they would write in there will that she would get everything and then she would get with the next man. But she got with this current man and she put a spell on the both of us after she figured out that we were getting closer than she wanted us to. But that spell made us abuse each other to the point where we would bleed harder than ever. The only reason that we got out of the spell is because I invited the Malfoy's over when I knew she would use the spell against us and they knocked her out and got us out of the spell." I said, crying a little bit. "Oh baby, that was worse than mine." Paris said, hugging me, and kissing the top of my head. "Do you mind if I ask what your story is Paris?" Draco asked, looking nervous. "No I don't mind. Thanks you guys for not telling them yet." Paris said, looking at his friends. "No problem mate. We know that you would of wanted us to wait." Viktor says. "Ok, my story is that I grew up in an orphanage, but once I did get adopted it wasn't to the best family. They were both wizard's and only one of them was truly rude, the other one was rather nice. The one that was mean just happened to be the dominant so the submissive couldn't do anything to stop him. When I met Viktor, Natasha, and Gellert, I realized that I had to tell them the truth, I also figured out that Sebastian, the dominant, was not Sherlock's mate, the submissive, he had pretended to be just to kill Sherlock and his mate John. So one day I had all 4 of them come over and I showed them what I meant, and when we got Sebastian away from Sherlock, we knocked him out and got the spell off of Sherlock, the spell was already off of me, and then Sherlock and John got together and are my father's. Sherlock works as a detective, well a consulting detective, and John is an old Army solider and doctor, also Sherlock's assistant." Paris said, crying a little. "That is horrible, but what is a consulting detective?" Kovus asked, looking at Karus as he came over and sat in my lap. "He basically helps, or 'consults', the police with some cases that they have problems with, which is basically every case, after they blood adopted me I got Sherlocks weird ability to tell things about people just by looking at them. John writes about in his blog, and says that it is better than Dad's (Sherlock) website." Paris explained. "I think that I have read your father's work, I think one of them was the Speckled Blond or something like that." Kovus and Draco said, laughing at each other. "And I have the same ability, like I can tell that you play Quidditch, Chaser or Keeper, you love your father's very much, but get annoyed when they get into arguments about John's blog. You also sleep on the right side of bed, which is good, because Blaise sleeps on the left side, also you like Dragons, training and playing with them, also you like to do outdoor work." Kovus said, looking at Paris. "Whoa, you do have the same ability, but how did you figure that out?" Paris asked, looking intrigued. "You have scars on your right hand, that are either dragon bites, most likely a Hungarian Horntail, nasty things, or you picking weeds, also your look like you play Quidditch with Viktor, Gellert, and my sister. Also you have the body of a chaser, tall, but agile. Also your hair looks only wrinkled on the right side, which shows which side of the bed you sleep on, and the whole thing with your parents, I saw it on your Father's blog, oh and the recent little help that they received on their last case from me, I picked up on something that you nor your dad picked up on." Kovus said, laughing at all of our expressions.