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adipucey (adipucey) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Her imaging the worst was, honestly, probably less than what he was about to say. It wasn't as if his father had been a Deatheater, but he might as well have been. Adrian swallowed thickly and decided to just say it, the knots in his stomach making him feel like he might just throw up.

With a deep breath, he began, "My family is very old. There was a time when the Puceys believed in the Old ways and prescribed to very different social norms than we do now. I've never known that sort of my family, my Grandfather keeps himself well hidden from us since Sera married Will and even before that, because he's paranoid and doesn't want the wizarding world having anything to do with the muggles. My father was raised in that, the paranoia and the fear and strong... belief." He swallowed again, his breath getting shallow with nerves. "When I was at Hogwarts, I showed... promise... in Potions. Promise like my family always had. We were sought out for generations for our work, mostly by old Pureblood families who believed the same sort of things. But I hadn't been part of that, and my mother in particular wanted to keep me from it. She didn't want Father teaching me anything of the family business but I was obsessed with his books and his lab from a young age. I loved it, and I still do. But when Voldemort rose again, my father was shocked to receive a message of sorts from the Deatheaters." He wanted to be sure he made the distinction clear but worried it wouldn't matter anyway.

Adrian's gaze went down, to their hands, and he gripped hers more tightly. "They wanted me." His voice choked up a bit now. "They wanted me the way they wanted all the kids of the old families... In service." His heart was truly in his throat now.

"My father decided to run, when I finished my NEWTs, but they found us, and threatened to take us, me, by force if they needed. They wanted me to do potions work for them, and my parents didn't know how to stop them. So my father made a deal." He looked back up into her eyes. "He did minor potions work for them, for Voldemort, to keep them from taking me. They agreed that if he did the work, without complaint or noise, during the war, they would wait. If Voldemort won, they would come for me and put me into their employ, but by then it wouldn't matter because he would have won. I don't the sort of potions he did for them, he's never said and we've never asked, but it lasted the length of the war and he did it to protect me. I can't stress that part enough." He looked away again, afraid of the look in her eyes. "When Harry won, we were so overjoyed, relieved, and the family never spoke of it again. We stayed hidden. Sera married Will. Things were so good. But I came back, and I met you, and I have to be honest because you are the most incredible and most scary thing to ever happen to me. I want to be honest with you and Father told me never to say anything, to keep it the family secret, but you're family now as far as I'm concerned and I just..." He lost his train and looked back up at her, his heart sinking.