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[implicatedbyprophecy]

@dyingphoenix continued from here

Leta groaned and looked over to her little brother. She couldn’t help but smile slightly. She would be lost without him. He had been the only thing that kept her sane in their family. 

“I’d much rather be asleep. 4am is for sleeping time.” She laughed a little. “5am isn’t much better than 4am.”

[teapotauror]

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Tina recognised him from afar. She had been looking out for him for years, she would have known him from anywhere. She approached him carefully and held out a hand. “I’m not going to hurt you Credence. I want to help you.” She spoke softly as she offered a small smile. “I promise you that I’m not going to hurt you.”

[amagizoologistscase]

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send 🛑 to clean blood off of my muse after they protected yours. add + to reverse so receiver is the one cleaning blood off sender.

“I can heal the wound quicker if you allow me to use my wand on you,” Newt said kindly. He was ever so gentle as he cleaned the blood around the wound on the young man’s temple. He knew better than to point his wand at people unexpectedly and even more so with Aurelius. 

[regretismyconstantcompanion]

Albus had expected this to come, even though the apology wasn't necessary. The boy had been poisoned against him, fed lies to make him angry and vengeful against those that would have done anything and everything to protect him. Gellert had known exactly what he was doing and Albus was so angry at him For knowingly using his nephew to further his own movement.

"It wasn't your fault Credence. You were acting on the information that you had been given and for that, I could never hold that against you." Albus assured him with a soft smile. "I'm sorry too. I didn't want to fight you and I hope I didn't hurt you." All Albus had really wanted to do was talk to Credence but he had known they'd been a long way from that, that afternoon.

Home At Last

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[roodbaardtatsandart]

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[witchoflegends]

@dyingphoenix​ sent: “ i always expect people to hurt me.  because they usually do.” (for Albus)

“People aren’t always kind,” he admitted softly, “but we are not going to hurt you. We’re family, Credence. It may have taken a while, but we’re here for you now, and we’re not going anywhere. You can trust us. All we want to do is help.”

[thatsecondsalemboy-a]

So i finally remembered the log in for this blog. I'm planning to archive it, and you can find me over on @dyingphoenix

That being said I might steal back this url

[implicatedbyprophecy]

dyingphoenix​:

Their father was not the sort to help people, not unless it were himself, or of some other benefit to him to do so. Corvus had had more than one argument with him around his future course of action already. Money was no object, the senior Lestrange would say, so he could get him some cushy Ministry position that looked good for the family. Except Corvus didn’t give a damn about looking good for the family, which their father did not appreciate. As he’d gotten older, their father had slowly become less absent if controlling, and more domineering with him, crueller and more vindictive.

“If father even lets me get that far,” he muttered with a sad smile. He wouldn’t put it past the man to exert some sort of influence to try and stop him, to force his hand, he certainly wasn’t beneath such backhanded tactics.

Leta hated what their father had done to Corvus. She didn’t care about the fact that she’d been ignored throughout her childhood and teenage years. Even into adulthood, she just didn’t care that much about what their father even thought of her. Of course people heard the last name and just assumed the worst. There were a select few who seemed to not care about her family name though. Those were the people she appreciated. 

“Our father is the worst person Corvus.” She sighed and ran a hand through her hair. “If I could have you live here and never have to go back to him then I would. You know that I would.”

@implicatedbyprophecy | continued

Corvus ducked his head as she took his hand, dark curls falling across his face. It wasn't uncommon for the sixteen year old to end up at his sister's home during the school holidays, preferring that greatly to being in the family home with their father. The Lestrange manor was too cold, too empty, just like the man at the head of it, and as he got older it got more and more difficult to be the son his father wanted. Not when he didn't want to be that sort of person, and when the pressure was piling on.

"He keeps going on about what my OWL results should be. As if I'm not nervous enough," he muttered. Any day now the results would come and the thought made him queasy.

[implicatedbyprophecy]

i’m terrified that if i try my hardest, i still won’t be good enough.

@dyingphoenix

Leta frowned and looked to him. She reached out a hand and squeezed it gently. She was concerned about him, and didn't want anything else to happen to him that might be bad. Especially with the way that their family was.

"You're always going to be good enough for me."

[implicatedbyprophecy]

"You must think that I'm crazy."

@dyingphoenix

Leta shook her head. She knew that others had always thought certain things about her. So, she never wanted to think badly of others. Especially those who didn't have an easy upbringing like herself. She smiled softly at him.

"No. I don't think that you're crazy."

[inflamedphoenix]

Albus too needed answers.

He had come to face the Obscurial, to face the inevitable battle he knew his ex lover had set up for him. Never for one moment had he suspected he would be confronted with a grave realization. Never had he expected to find a family in Credence Barebone.

The other man’s voice put his steps to a stop. Albus turned his head by a mere fraction, his heart heavy with the desperation in Credence’s voice and the weight of the new secret of his family. He knew it was unwise to leave the young Dumbledore like this, but it was infinitely more dangerous to take him away at this point. Both for Credence’s sake and the sake of his allies.

“Credence,” Albus turned to face him, and his features displayed sadness and sympathy. “I know how confused and tormented you are right now. But I think it’s not safe for you to come with me just yet.”

@inflamedphoenix | starter call (Secrets of Dumbledore spoilers)

For a moment, the dark haired man was silent. His mind was still processing what had just happened as his anger leaked away, overtaken by despair. So many lies. And yet, it seemed, it was true that he was a Dumbledore. But not in the way Grindelwald had said? It felt like his head was spinning, the back of his coat was damp from the melted snow on the ground.

He needed answers.

Spinning on his heel, dark eyes sought out the direction the older Dumbledore had walked off in, spotting him after a moment and beginning to stumble after him.

“W-Wait!” he called out, voice tinged with desperation.

[thatsecondsalemboy]

dyingphoenix >>> thatsecondsalemboy

[thatsecondsalemboy]

So I finally remembered the log in for my original Credence blog (thatsecondsalemboy) and now the question:

Should I stick with dyingphoenix as my url or switch back to thatsecondsalemboy?

[witchoflegends]

@dyingphoenix​ liked for a Newt starter

“Credence, stop. You don’t have to do this.” It was just an innocent creature. One that didn’t deserve to be hunted down. They were such magnificent and rare creatures. “It doesn’t have to go down like this.”

[regretismyconstantcompanion]

Albus noticed how timid the boy was. His heart ached for him, wanting him to be comfortable here but he knew it would likely take time. He had been through so much and while he hoped Credence would eventually come to think of this as home, he knew it wouldn't happen quickly.

"Of course." Albus took a clean goblet off the tray near the door, removing his wand from his pocket. He didn't want Credence to see it as an act of aggression, after their last meeting. He held no animosity for him. The boy had been working on what Gellert had told him.

"Aguamenti." He waved his wand gently, tapping the side of the cup before it filled with water. He could have done it without the wand but he also didn't want to feel he was showing off. Credence had been denied his magic for so long and who knew just what Gellert had taught him.

"Here you are." he handed Credence the goblet, making a mental note to ensure there was plenty of water around.

@regretismyconstantcompanion | starter

His head was spinning, pounding in his skull, even as he was eased down into a chair of some sort, limbs heavy and reluctant to obey what few commands he could focus hard enough to give them.

Aurelius…Credence…what even was his name? Did he even have one? In a fell swoop he’d gotten both answers and yet even more questions. Yes, he was a Dumbledore, if not in the way he had previously been told. But what else? Who was his mother? Where had she gone? Had he been on that ship that Leta Lestrange had spoken about, or had that been another unrelated tale?

Dark eyes blinked before focusing on his surroundings finally. Some sort of…ale house? The place looked a little shabby, a little rough around the edges, but already there was something comforting about that. 

[witchoflegends]

@dyingphoenix​ sent: “I just…need to close my eyes for a moment.” (for Gellert?)

“Take your time,” he encouraged. Regardless of if he was getting impatient with Credence’s progress, he needed to play the part of supportive teacher. “You’ve come a long way in a short amount of time, but your power isn’t perfect. It still drains you the more you use it, the more emotion you put into it.