Not squibs, just quarter-squibs! [Damsey + Fuzzy + Dory]

If he had to be honest, it had been a surprise that Fuzzy and Damsey actually had magic. He had had the feeling that they weren't squibs, but he hadn't been sure if they could be wizards like Preffy and him, with their kind of magic. Everyone in the family had their own kind of magic, after all. Witchy had his own spells (some of Witchy's spells, he couldn't even begin to understand them), and Angel had, well, angel magic. But now Damsey and Fuzzy were able to learn his kind of magic! And that meant that he could teach them everything he learned at Hogwarts!

They had just stepped out of Ollivanders -a reliable shop, you could always get a good wand there, so of course he would take his sons to that shop- and now both of them had their wands. It could probably take a bit more of time, considering they had no magic base at all, they'd have to learn from zero, just like new wizards that had both muggle parents.

It was fine for him though! Teaching wasn't his fort, but he'd try to do his best for his kids.

"Sooo we have the wands, now we can get the rest of stuff! We'll need some cauldrons, and things for your potions, maybe you could get your own owls or cats!" He was excited. Everything reminded him like the first time he went to the Diagon Alley. "But if you want to get the robes and all of that, we can get it too! Just tell me what you would like!" He grinned at Damsey and Fuzzy.

Damsey couldn't believe it. He had never expected himself to be able to do magic! Well, he hasn't done any magic yet but his papa said that he had potential to do so! This was great! Now, he wouldn't feel so left out in the family, with his elder brothers being so strong and dependable. Maybe, this was his chance. A chance to prove to others that he wasn't just a weak and defenseless damsel in distress.

Damsey stared up excitedly at his papa when the other talked about all the things they could get for him and his big bro. But, Damsey really didn't want to be a burden. Yes, he did want to learn magic but he didn't want his papa to spend so much money, time and effort on him because they might find out that it was just a mistake and he couldn't really perform magic. He didn't want to disappoint anyone.

"Papa.. We're not even sure if I could really use magic well.." He held his want tightly, not sure if this was all really meant for him. "I don't want you to waste your money on me..."

Fuzzy stared down at his new wand in wonder. After all this time believing that he was a squib in a family of magic-users… he couldn’t quite believe that this wand had chosen him. He couldn’t believe that any wand had chosen him. It seemed too good to be true, but here was the proof, smooth and reassuringly solid in his hands. He fought down a wide, silly smile and cradled the wand to his chest. Papa was going to teach him magic now! He and baby bro were going to learn real magic!

He bit his lip to try and hide his excitement. He couldn’t wait to start learning! Of course, he’d probably have to keep his new wand safe from his children, who would no doubt wreak havoc that would make manly bro proud if they ever got their hands on it. There was the small problem of explaining this to Poofy… his husband didn’t seem to believe in magic and he wondered if it would be better to keep quiet about all of this.

Fuzzy tuned back into the conversation in time to hear papa gushing about things he could buy. But were those things really necessary? A pet was definitely a bad idea, with two small plushie-children in the house, but a cauldron and potion supplies… they sounded expensive. And papa had already spent enough on their wands. Baby bro had the right idea.

“Papa,” he said quietly, tugging on the sleeve of papa’s robe, “do you think that we really need to buy all of those things? Can’t you just teach us to use our wands?”

"But it's not wasting money!" Seriously, he would be glad to being able to give them all of the things he used to learn magic. Some things were necessary, even, considering that people needed cauldrons to make potions, and brooms to fly (at least with his kind of magic). But if they didn't want to 'waste' money, he could always look for his own old stuff. He already gave one of his brooms to Angel, so it wouldn't be a problem. "Let's only get the necessary things then~ You can use my old stuff."

Dory looked at Fuzzy when he tugged the sleeve of his robe and tilted his head. Well, surely some things were not necessary (the robe and the broom could wait), but some others were. "Mmm... we do need to get the ingredients for potions, the ones we're lacking at least, but I think we have some cauldrons back at home." He made a pause. "Let's only buy the ingredients then, we can come here again anytime~"

Diagon Alley wasn't as lively as usual. He was used to going there when everyone was buying things for the beginning of the school year. There were some people walking around though, just not the big crowds that he was used to see. "Come on, we have to go back, the store is the first one~" He guided them to the Potage's Cauldron Shop. "I still think we could get you both a pet or so though... owls are really loyal, or maybe a cat if you want something easier~!"

“Yes, papa.. we could get new things when we’ve already mastered using those things as to not break them and waste your money…” Damsey sighed in relief as his big bro thought the same as he did about their papa spending way too much money on things that they already have at home. Damsey would often sneak into his parents’ room and look around just to amuse himself but that’s something that he would never admit to doing. It would get him into a lot of trouble.

Damsey followed his papa and big bro, looking around at the different shops in that place. When they had entered at Potage’s Cauldron Shop, Damsey’s eyes widened at all the different ingredients found in it. He was a bit scared at some of the things found in it because they looked disgusting. He stayed close to his family as they went on and gathered everything that they needed from the shop.

He gave a confused look at his papa when had started to talk about getting pets. Damsey had always wanted to have a pet! Maybe, his papa could get him a little puppy, or a little bird, or even better, a unicorn! “Papa! Papa! I want a unicorn! May I pleeease have a unicorn?” Damsey stared at his papa with big emerald eyes, in hopes that his father might consider getting him a unicorn. “Pleease! I promise I’ll take really really reaaaally good care of it!”

The gruesome things in the store didn't disgust him; after all, he'd worked on gory, horrifying murder cases in the past. What did bother him though, was wondering... Were those human eyeballs? They were the same size and shape and seemed to have the same structure... And they reminded him of that bizarre case he'd been assigned in the past, the one with the jars of pickled human body parts.  No, he told himself firmly. No, that was ridiculous -- papa would never use human body parts in his potions! Papa was a good man!

Pets? Fuzzy bit his lip and wiggled indecisively. He'd always wanted a pet, but... He couldn't risk it. Sir Poofy the Second and Fuzfuz were so little, and he could never forgive himself if an owl or cat mistook them for chew toys. Besides, could they even afford to keep a pet? Policemen didn't exactly have a huge salary... That didn't mean he didn't bite his lip enviously when baby bro requested a unicorn, though. 

"I... Don't think I can have a pet," Fuzzy muttered eventually, wringing his hands. "I haven't asked Poofy, and well, the kids..." he trailed off desolately. All proper wizards had pets, right? And he couldn't have one... He sighed and tried to hide how upset he was. 

There was no way that he could ever become a proper wizard, was there? Baby bro would learn and flourish and Fuzzy would remain a squib forever. 

Dory was now used to all of the ingredients and things that you could find in the store. The first time he went there though, he thought some of the ingredients were weird. He was sure he would find something like human eyes or those things you see in horror movies, but there was nothing like that... that he knew about, at least. The most you could find was parts from different magical creatures. He expected Damsey and Fuzzy to be surprised, and he thought they would ask questions, but they didn't. Well, they had always been quiet. He would explain them one day, anyway, when he had to give them their first Potions class.

After looking around, he grabbed all the necessary ingredients for the first year Potions class. The whole visit to the store and the Alley in general made Dory a bit nostalgic. Sometimes, he missed his years in Hogwarts, but now he'd be able to go through that again (as a sort of professor, not a student), but it was something.

For a moment, he really thought that Fuzzy or Damsey would just say no to the pets, and that he wouldn't be able to buy them not even a tiny cat (it didn't even have to be a magical one!). But then he heard Damsey calling him.

"So you finally decided...!" He trailed off when he heard exactly what Damsey wanted. A unicorn. A living unicorn. Of course they would as for a unicorn. Not like he would say no to him! He would never say no to his kids, but a unicorn... that meant they would need to go to the Forbidden Forest, and god damn it, there were ghost and huge spiders, and other scary stuff there. "O-oh..." He gulped. "I-I'm sure you would take care of him, Damsey..." Looking between Fuzzy and Damsey, he realized once again, that he couldn't say no to them. "Right... a unicorn, maybe we can get unicorns for both of you! If you want, Fuzzy, I don't think it'd be bad for the kids."

The problem wouldn't be getting them, the problem would be going to the Forbidden Forest. Maybe he could ask Preffy to go with them, he was way better with magical creatures, but that would mean admitting that he's scared! And heroes don't get scared! There was no way he was doing that. Well, his only option was going there alone. He could do it. Oh yeah, he could. There was nothing to be scared of after all... right?

Damsey's face a bit fell when he saw the worried look on his father's face. It was then that he realized that he was asking for too much. He had already asked to be taught some magic and now, he’s asking for too much. But if his father was too worried about him getting a unicorn.. why not just say no? Damsey would have understood.

“I’m sorry, papa..” Damsey gave an understanding smile to his papa and chuckled. “I was only joking! I don’t want a pet anyway!” Well, it wasn’t entirely a lie. He knew that it would be a lot of work to take care of a magical pet. Well, actually, he doesn’t know but it sounded really hard! And maybe, they could always come back here if they needed pets for their training. So, it wasn’t all that bad.“Let’s just get what we came for!”

Damsey looked over the things that his papa had picked up and stared at the ingredients. They had some weird names that he could not pronounce. He wondered what effects these do and if they could eat them. Some looked delicious and he wondered if he could try and use that in his cooking. He was sure that people would like to eat magical food! But, he’d have to use them without his papa knowing, or else he’d scold him for sure!

Damsey then looked around for his big brother and wondered what he was up to. When he spotted him, he tackled him, careful so that they don’t bump into anything. He then covered his eyes and deepened his voice. “Guess who?”

Fuzzy sulked as he peered at the strange ingredients. A unicorn. Papa was going to get baby bro a pet unicorn. It wasn't fair! Even though papa had offered to get him one too, Fuzzy knew that he had to be a good mummy and put his children first. Even if the unicorn somehow didn't eat the boys, how would Sir Poofy, a unicorn plushie, feel when confronted by a real unicorn? Granted, he was probably a bit young to think of things like that... But having a pet was a long-term commitment! What would happen when Sir Poofy finally hit his teenage years? Would he feel inadequate when compared to the pet unicorn, and run away from home?! 

His panicked thoughts were suddenly interrupted by someone tackling him from behind. Fuzzy let out a surprised squeak as his eyes were covered and an unfamiliar voice spoke into his ear. Instantly, his training took over and before he knew it, he had the person cuffed and pressed against the countertop with his taser pressing heavily against the man's back. But there was something familiar about that guy... Fuzzy put on his very best policeman scowl and flipped the man over to get a look at his face. 

"B-baby bro!" he squeaked, panicked. He'd just cuffed his baby bro! Luckily he hadn't powered up the taser, but still! What kind of big bro was he?! "Baby bro, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to! I just-- you surprised me-- I'm so sorry!"

He quickly unlocked the cuffs and rubbed at his baby bro's wrists remorsefully. "I'm sorry," he said again desperately, clinging to baby bro. "I'm really sorry!"

Suddenly he remembered that he'd just almost assaulted his baby bro in front of their papa. Fuzzy glanced at papa fearfully, his bottom lip trembling. "I didn't mean to!" he said again, "honestly, I didn't!" Papa was going to punish him now, right? He was going to punish Fuzzy for bullying his baby bro. Maybe papa would refuse to teach him magic now! The thought made his eyes well up with tears and he sniffled pathetically. 

It must had been the fact that he was their papa that made him notice that Damsey was obviously lying when he said he didn't want a pet. It had been clear that he had been excited over the thought of owning a unicorn, and now Dory just felt a bit disappointed on himself, because he basically crushed that dream. But! That wouldn't stay like that. He'd make sure to get a unicorn for Damsey. Maybe, if he was lucky enough, he could ask those magical creatures lovers if they had one and he could buy it. There must be someone who owned at least one unicorn, right? He'd surprise Damsey with that gift, one day, when he got it, and everything should be fine after that.

"Don't worry, Damsey! There must be something I can do, just don't worry about that~" He said, smiling at his baby son. "But you're right, we must get what we came here for." He looked around again, to see if he was forgetting something. The list was too little, and Dory had the feeling that he was forgetting something, but he wasn't sure of what. Or maybe it was just the feeling, because he had got used to work with a lot of ingredients, instead of working with just a few.

But then he forgot everything he was thinking about, because, suddenly, Fuzzy had cuffed Damsey, and he was holding him against the countertop. Dory didn't really notice how, or more importantly, why that happened, but it wasn't the moment for explanations.

"Fuzzy! Damsey!" He called them, more worried than upset (he wasn't upset anyway, just very surprised), and walked towards them. "W-what..." He was going to ask what happened, but Fuzzy had started crying, and he was worried about Damsey as well so he shaked his head and tried to focus on what was more important. "Are you two okay?" After checking for injuries or anything similar, he felt relieved when he saw none.

"Oh, Fuzzy, I know you didn't mean to..." He wasn't so good at reassuring people, but he was trying his best. "I'm sure Damsey knows that too." Looking at Damsey, he hoped that everything would be fine.

Damsey was surprised at his big bro's reaction. He hadn't expected for his big bro to cuff him and press his taser against his back. "B-big bro! It's me, Damsey!" He panicked, not wanting to get tasered. He hasn't experienced being tasered before but he didn't want to try. Based from what he had seen from the television shows and from his big brother's work, being tasered is very painful.

When his big brother flipped him over, he whimpered as he saw his big brother's scary face. The face that his big brother uses to threaten criminals, the face that he uses against Poofy-in-law when he's upset, the face that he uses to threaten potential love interests of his brothers and the face that he uses against him when he refuses to sleep on time. "I-I'm sorry! I-I was only playing around, big bro! I didn't mean anything bad by it! I... I won't sneak up behind you and pretend to be someone else ever again!" He said, explaining himself. Hopefully, his big brother would forgive him and set him free.

It didn't take a while for his big bro to finally forgive him and set him free. Damsey was surprised when he found his big bro panickin and apologizing! Damsey was the one who was wrong, right? So, why is his big bro the one apologizing? He then tried to comfort his big bro by pulling him into a hug. "Big bro, I'm all right.. Please don't cry anymore.."

He then saw their father walk over towards them. He gulped and expected the other to scold him for making his big br cry. "Yes, papa.. I'm all right.. But, I think I broke big bro.." He said, biting his lips, feeling guilty for being so childish. "I'm sorry, papa.. It's all my fault.."

Damsey felt really bad. First, he was asking too much from his father and now, he made his big brother cry. Why couldn't he do anything right? Damsey stood up and helped his brother to stand up as well. "I'm sorry.." He looked at his feet, feeling ashamed. He decided that he would not move or say anything unless it was needed. That way, he couldn't mess up anymore, right?

Fuzzy continued to cling to baby bro, sniffling. "I didn't mean to," he said again weakly as papa led the way out of the potions store. "I won't ever do it again, honestly!" He hadn't meant to do that; it had been completely instinctive! But still, it was his fault that he'd spoiled their day out. Fuzzy sniffled and stared at the ground as they made their way towards the next shop. 

He perked up a bit at the sight of the bookshop, 'Flourish and Blotts', with shelves upon shelves filled with thick, knowledge-filled tomes, but deflated again as papa continued on past that store. Yes, he'd asked papa not to buy too much for them, but that didn't mean that he didn't want to go and take a look... But he'd hurt baby bro. He didn't deserve to take a look anyway, right?

He dutifully followed papa and baby bro into the next shop, and only looked up when he was suddenly assaulted with all manner of hisses, hoots and meows. Fuzzy peeked at the cages and was surprised to find that... Some of the animals actually were quite cute. He pressed his face against the glass as he watched three adorably sleepy kittens yawn and stretch before settling down for another nap. They were so cute...

The sound of fluttering wings distracted him and Fuzzy glanced up at the rows of owls in cages, hooting softly as they preened themselves. They were so... Elegant. But they could eat his children, and besides... Who would he write to? Even mama and papa had a modern telephone installed in their house.  And they were expensive, too!

He didn't much like the look of the toads and snakes, though. Fuzzy kept well away from that area of the store and loitered in the doorway, where the most adorable of kittens were being housed. 

"Papa," he finally whispered meekly, "... Why are we in this store?"

"I'm sure you both didn't mean to." Said Dory, trying to calm them down. If he had to admit it, he really disliked when any of his kids started to blame themselves for things that weren't their fault. Surely things got out of control, but it hadn't been so bad. The important thing was that none of them had injuries or something else. He didn't hold anything against them though. He just wished he was better at soothing them or making them feel better, but he never found the right things to say.

"Everything will be fine, it's okay." He kept repeating, and will keep doing it, until they understood that it hadn't been their fault. They were out of that store now, anyway, and considering that Dory and Preffy were usual customers of that shop, it shouldn't be a problem. There were a lot of stores to visit too. Diagon Alley was a huge place, even if it didn't look like.

They passed through the book store, and he couldn't ignore the way Fuzzy almost stared at that store. He didn't like the bookshop so much, too many books for him. The only times he had gone there willingly (Preffy draging him there didn't count) were the times he was looking for the newest Quidditch books. And that's because it was Quidditch, because he loved it, not because he actually enjoyed reading. They'd need to go there later though, because knowing Fuzzy and Damsey, they'd both like to see and pick some books that looked interesting for them.

That was later though. Because first there was something more important to do. The pet shop! He'd get a pet for each one, even if they had denied wanting one, because he was sure they wanted one, but thought it was too much.

"Because!" Dory grinned at them. "It's time for you to choose one of these~ They'll be your companions." He said, still grinning. They'd get a loyal and nice pet, just like he had Eagle. "There must be one that you like, or that could suit you better. They're mostly well behaved, unless you treat them wrong, but I'm sure that won't happen." He proded them when he noticed that they weren't really looking for a pet yet. "Come on! Check the whole store and pick one!"

It was nice that his father always tried to tell them that everything that they did was okay and that it wasn't their fault but he knew that it was his fault. As much as he loved being spoiled by his family, he also wanted them to scold him whenever he did something wrong. He didn't want to always be seen as the stupid and immature baby who can't do anything right.

He kept his mouth shut and followed his father and his big brother into the other shops. He was starting to feel a bit dizzy as he never really liked crowded places but decided to keep his mouth shut. After all, he didn't want to be a burden. He just made sure to hold on to his father's robe so that he won't get lost.

When his father suddenly stopped, Damsey bumped into him. "Oof!" It was a good thing that his father was chubby so he wasn't hurt when he bumped into him but it did hurt when he fell to the ground. But, since he didn't want his father and brother to worry, he stood up immediately, ignoring the pain that he was feeling. It was good that his father was distracted by giving them the introductory speech about pets and all of that so he didn't notice.

"A pet.." Damsey didn't bother to object anymore since his father had that look that says 'I won't take no for an answer' and since his father looked so excited. He just had to make sure that he wouldn't get something too expensive.

He looked around the shop for something that he could get but, he realized, that he had a big problem. He was never really good at choosing. He stopped at the aisle where they sold different kinds of cats. And they were all too cute! He wanted them all! But, he knew that he can't have that. After all, it would be a lot of trouble if he kept more than one pet and that they can't afford it right now.

But then, in the corner of his eyes, he saw a cat with hazel eyes and black fur. It was both cute and manly. It was perfect. He then checked the price of the cat and was glad to know that it wasn't that expensive. He then reported back to his father with a small smile on his face. "Papa, I want a black cat!"

Fuzzy hovered anxiously as baby bro dusted himself off, but decided that baby bro didn’t seem to want to make a big deal out of falling over. He discreetly eyed baby bro to make sure that he wasn’t hurt before nodding meekly at papa. “Yes, papa… I don’t know what to choose, though.” He did another lap through the store, peering into all of the cages and tanks, before reaching his papa once again. “I don’t know…” he bit his lip and looked at the cat baby bro had picked. It was really cute…

What could he choose? He really couldn’t see any way he could have a pet, not with Sir Poofy and Fuzfuz in the house. But he’d already told papa that he was going to choose a pet, so he had to. Maybe he could pick the cheapest possible animal? But no matter what it was, he’d have to look after it. He couldn’t just let papa buy him a pet for the sake of buying something. He had to choose something that he would be able to love, or it wouldn’t be fair to papa or the pet. Fuzzy chewed his bottom lip and did another lap, spending twice as long peering at all of the different animals.

It was no use. He could picture every animal in the store eating his children in one way or another.

Wibbling slightly, he made his way back over to papa. “I…” he stared down at his feet, wondering if papa was going to be mad at him for wasting papa’s time. “Which one won’t eat my children?”

An owl was definitely out of the question. A toad was no good, either. A cat… he’d always wanted a cat, but… could a cat be taught to not eat small, moving plushies? Probably. But could he risk it? Probably not.

“I’m sorry for taking so long,” he mumbled guiltily. He really was wasting everyone’s time, wasn’t he? Maybe he should just go home and leave papa and baby bro to their shopping. He wasn’t cut out to be a wizard, anyway.