Chapter 415 - A.P.D. Ⅱ (2/2)

Mrs. D'Eath's hard face softens as she runs her hand gently across the silky-smooth locks of her son's hair. ”Go on, Lorcan, and take these clothes inside,” Mrs. D'Eath said. ”I want them neatly folded, now get!”

Lorcan looks at his mum with worry, but a stern glare from her has him grabbing the clothes basket and trotting on inside to do as he was told. It was difficult habit to break. And especially, when it came to being obedient to one's parents.

Once the door shut behind her son, Mrs. D'Eath pulled herself up to her full height, despite being much shorter than the two men, and marched over to them. ”Listen here, busters, I don't care who you are, and I don't care if you're no longer mangy werewolves. But I will not have my son being afraid of wolves, you hear! If this happens again, I'll won't be reporting you to your department superiors, but straight to the Auror office!”

”Yes, Ma'am,” both men said.

”Now that we understand, each other, go,” Mrs. D'Eath huffed.

However, Smythe wasn't one to be pushed around. ”He's only half-vampire, is he not?” Smythe pointedly asked.

”I don't see how this is any of your business,” Mrs. D'Eath crossly said as she folded her arms over her chest.”

”It isn't Ma'am,” Smythe confessed. ”However, since we will be the regular officers patrolling this area, I'd rather we be prepared should a similar situation arise in the future to better protect your son.”

Mrs. D'Eath purses her lips in dislike, before sighing and looking away into the distant. ”His father was a vampire by the name of Lazarus D'Eath,” Mrs. D'Eath explained. ”I'd never much liked vampires, but he had been born a muggle before being turned. He was well-read, soft-spoken, and a good man.”

Mrs. D'Eath unconsciously rubs the wedding ring with her thumb that she still wears on her right hand. ”We fell in love, but vampires aren't supposed to marry witches, so we eloped. We were happy for a bit, but then they came for my husband, and took him away. I never saw him again.”

”And your son?” Smythe further questioned.

”I didn't think, it was possible,” Mrs. D'Eath confessed. ”It is very difficult for a witch and a vampire to create a child. I don't know how I did not notice, but I was already pregnant when they came and took him away. I didn't truly realize until I felt began to feel sick and was craving to eat blood rare meat all the time. But there I was all alone and with a babe on the way.”

Mrs. D'Eath turned to look at them in the eye. ”But I love my son, half-vampire or not, he's mine. And if luck should have it, he's got my side of magic too. We won't truly know until the summer when the Hogwarts letters start to go out.”

Smythe nods his head and says, ”Well, if it all works out, he will.”

Mrs. D'Eath sniffs and says, ”I don't trust in fate or luck. Now scat.”

”Yes, Ma'am,” Smythe obediently said, before leading his partner away.

Once the two men were out of earshot, Timothy heads hangs down in shame as he says, ”I'm sorry, Smythe. I don't know what came over me, but I just growled.”

”I know,” Smythe said. ”But that is just a boy, and now you've possibly scarred him for life. He'll begin to fear the rest of us that were once werewolves. You saw him, he didn't react until you growled at him.”

Timothy's head ducks even lower as Smythe adds, 'Though I must admit, I never really thought all about the hate between vampires and werewolves might affect a child like that.”

”Yes, sir,” Timothy woefully said.

Smythe turns an eye towards Timothy and pats him on the back. ”But don't worry, kid. I'll make sure it all works out in the end.” Timothy doesn't reply, before being side-apparated away and back to the Ministry. They still had filing to do, their work was far from being done.