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The beginnings of my life were relatively boring and very repetitive. I attended the schools for the kids. I went everyday and saw very little of my father. My father never seemed like he had even cared about my brother and I during the first ten years of my life. We would be alone...he never said goodnight, hugged us, or anything for that matter. The only person who cared for us was our butler Chalmes, who I came to regard as my real father, despite not being of the same ancestry. He made sure that he was always there for us and really became the only fatherly figure in my life. Soon enough, my mother became ill with some kind of mysterious sickness that hasn't really been seen in the Wizarding Era at that time. Of course...they have the cure now, but not then. She suffered for two years and died when I was ten years old. That's really the only time when my father started to find his way back into my life again. He knew that we all grieved for the same thing and soon enough, he found a relating point with his kids. My father always acted like the smartest person in the world, but he truly was not. He was just was some pure blood elitist...yes...the stereotypical one we all hear about. He truly started to change for the better once mother died however.

I left for school the fall after my mother died and found the place rather...refreshing. I loved everything about that place. The decorations on the walls, the beautiful marble floors, the intricate design of the castle itself and everything it...all of it I loved. Some of the best memories of my life happened within the confines of those walls, behind meeting my wife of course. I had great friends at Hogwarts, but none of them ever really kept in contact, and I've never felt obligated to stay in touch; so I lost them to father time.

A year after I left Hogwarts, I had made a trip to Barcelona in Spain. Who would've guessed that I would have stayed there for three years before I would come back to England? About one and a half years into my stay, I found one of the most beautiful girls I have ever seen, getting pushed around by some men. I immediately stepped in, pushing them away from her, only to get knocked out by one of the bigger followers of this man. I was actually knocked out from hitting my head on the pavement. All I remembered was everyone laughing, even the woman that I had tried to save from these men.

The next day, I awoke to a nurse caring for my wounds. Fortunate enough for me, she spoke a little bit of English...very little, but enough to have a conversation. She told me what I had done, because of course I had forgotten. I must've hit the ground hard enough to knock me out for a couple days. I remembered my name at least. That's about it.

I stayed at the hospital for a couple days and the nurse came to see me every night, always a smile on her face. I was such an awkward individual back then. I never even asked her name until I went to leave the hospital a couple days later. I started to like the nurse during the time. She told me her name was Jéssica Alexandré. I told her I loved the name and left the hospital, only to find myself stopping once I reached my car (yes, I bought a muggle car). I ran back into the hospital. Panting, I asked the nurse if she wanted to have dinner with me that evening, only to get the 'I have to work a double shift' excuse...well, I thought it was an excuse, but I later found out it wasn't. I went back at night to see if she was actually working and she was. She had actually walked out of the hospital as soon as I had gotten there. We met at the door and she smiled. I remember what she told me then. First she asked me why I was there. Of course, thinking on my toes, I devised a lie that had been believable. I had told her that I believed I had left my father's ring, that I shoved in my pocket by that point, in my hospital room. She granted me access of course and I acted like I found it.

We walked out of the hospital together...she was all smiles...and me...I was just about a nervous wreck. I had never been confident around women and this one stumped me even more than the rest. She looked at me...and she did the work for me...she said, "Okay...I do want to go to dinner with you, but pero es tan...how you say...late. I can...uh...cook for you at...my...uhm...mi casa." I smiled of course. I had picked up on some Spanish and understood her. She struggled staying in English, but she got her point across. I instantly agreed and off we went to her home and she cooked a wonderful dinner for us. We shared a few laughs and great conversation. She taught me a bit of Spanish and I just instantly loved her.

Of course...this single event started our relationship. Over this year period I even found out that she herself was a wizard. She beat around the bush when she tried to tell me, until I told her I was one and she softened up. She was even a pureblood. Here they were both thinking the other were muggles and introducing to each other's parents as such. He had brought her back to England to meet his father, who at first wasn't keen on the idea of a muggle. This was before I learned she was a wizard. We were always together after this. Over the next year and a half, we really connected. I solidly loved her at this point and she seemed to love me too.

Sub-Story: The Proposal

I took her out to dinner one night, to her favorite restaurant of course. I brought mi amigo Pedro with me, who carried the ring with him. I had money at this point. My father had given me money, now overjoyed because he found out the girl was a Pureblood. He started to like her, but this made his father like her even more. I had bought one of the most beautiful rings I could find and I also asked her father if I could ask her to marry me. With his blessings, I made sure he was there too. I took a kneel down to one knee and popped the question. She said yes without any thought. That was that. We then decided that we would move back to England so I can get a solid job. And once I did, we settled down until we were both thirty years old.

Iñigo
After settling down, Jéssica and I decided we wanted a child in our lives. And that's what happened. After nine months, our child was born. We named him Iñigo, after the birth name of St. Ignatius. The baby had my skin tone and that's where it seemed to stop with me. The rest was her...a pretty accurate description. As we grew, we made sure we were always there for him, supporting any decisions he made, making sure to have some consequence to bad decision. We seemed to raising him perfectly, but I could not do it without her. My father had passed during this time and left his huge estate to me and his winter home to my brother. I did not live there, for my wife wanted to stay in the house, but I decided to make sure I spent time there, bi-monthly mini vacations.

The Death
The day had seemed to be fine. I had just gotten home from work, happy to see my wife, son, and my brother, who had been visiting for the weekend. I came in and everyone seemed happy as ever. Night had fallen. My son had been reluctant, waking up to a screen. I ran into his room with Jéssica and he said he was just having a nightmare. I nodded to him, but Jéssica stayed in there with him. I do not know what the little boy told her, but it seemed to make his wife reluctant the next day. When I asked her what the matter was, she said nothing and went on her way.

About a week after, I came home...to find the most horrifying thing I've ever seen. My wife...dead...my brother...dead. My son had been on the floor and I thought he to be dead too, but he unconscious, not dead. Tears in my eyes...I couldn't even fathom why this happened. I then looked to the walls...and there it was...written on the walls...in blood.

You brought this on yourself. You shouldn't have tampered in my business

I called the police and nine-one-one...anybody that could help. The doctors pronounced my wife and brother dead that night. They were dead at the scene, but my son lived...all though he was left by the killer with a head laceration. He still has the scar even today, but it is covered by hair now. After questioning by the police...MI-6...anyone who could get their hands on the case...even the Aurors. The case was left unsolved and the killer roamed the streets...free as ever.