Do the Hippogriff (Alex)

[Elle Callahan]

Elle Callahan couldn't believe she was standing on the edge of a scottish moore with Alex Kameren looking down at thousands of witches and wizards around the world for a music festival. The high of course was the Weird Sisters, a wizard rockband who's claim to fame was that they played at the Yule Ball Harry Potter attended in the 1990's. The band was still mostly together after over a half century of playing together. Elle liked them. She'd planned on going to see them 17 years ago at the celebration of the defeat of the masked lady but she hadn't gotten the chance. When she found out they were playing again Elle had snatched up tickets and asked Alex Kameren. She'd been surprised when he said yes. A concert in a field didn't really seem his cup of tea.

Elle clapped her hands in excitement as she turned to Alex. "Alright lets find some fire whiskey and snacks before we go find our viewing area," She said grabbing Alex's hand and dragging him down the hill.

"Thanks for coming with me," Elle said giving him a huge grin. Elle was wearing a black tee shirt with the sleeves cut off that had a picture of the band when their beards weren't gray. It had belonged to her mother when she'd been a teenager. It had been in a box of belongings her grandfather had packed up and given to her dad. Elle had written him an owl when she'd returned. They had lunch and he brought her the box of her stuff. The lunch hadn't really ended well and Elle had pushed it from her memory.

[Alecsander]

"Alright lets find some fire whiskey and snacks before we go find our viewing area," She said grabbing Alex's hand and dragging him down the hill.

"I see a booth over there." He could easily see over the crowd, and steered his girlfriend in the right direction. Some Irish themed band was currently rocking on the stage, amping the crowd up for the main event. As they collected their snacks and alcohol, he smiled down at Elle. They had gotten a few odd looks, but he ignored them.

"Thanks for coming with me,"

"Thanks for inviting me," Alex tapped his plastic cup against hers, raising it in a toast. "To the Weird Sisters." He looked around, more and more people were flooding in. "Where do you want to stand? Close to the stage? Or up on a hill?" She might be better able to see on the hill. Unless they were directly against the stage, she would be lost in the crowd, short as she was. He finished his whisky and ordered another.

[Elle Callahan]

Elle followed, letting Alex lead the way. She was no good in finding anything in a crowd. Now, going through legs and tight spots was more up her alley. Elle was practically vibrating with energy as she swayed to the music while they waited in line. She hadn't noticed the stares. Okay so maybe the hair on the back of her neck prickled a bit but she ignored the sensation of being watched. Alex was a handsome man and women would be pissed that she was claiming the attention of a almost middle aged hottie.

Elle took her plastic cup and clinked it against Alex's before taking a long sip. "To loud music," Elle said not wanting to echo him.

"Where do you want to stand? Close to the stage? Or up on a hill?" She might be better able to see on the hill. Unless they were directly against the stage, she would be lost in the crowd, short as she was. He finished his whisky and ordered another.

"Hmmm maybe that hill over there? It's closer to the stage than here and I might actually see above people's backs." Elle said with a wry smile at her size. There was only one backside she wanted to stare at. "Unless you want to get close up and hoist me on your shoulders," She said laughing.

[Alecsander]

"Hmmm maybe that hill over there? It's closer to the stage than here and I might actually see above people's backs." Elle said with a wry smile at her size. There was only one backside she wanted to stare at. "Unless you want to get close up and hoist me on your shoulders," She said laughing.

Alex laughed, taking her hand and leading her through the crowd. It wouldn't do to lose her in the masses, and more people were coming by portkey and apparation every minute. He should have realized there would be so many. In truth Alex didn't attend too many concerts, especially outdoor ones. He enjoyed music but attending concerts like this weren't quite his scene.

He ducked past a group arguing over who the blankets stretched out in that spot belonged to. They were approaching the top of the hill when a drunk man was pushed down the hill at Alex. He stumbled, knocking over a short boy who was weaving through the crowd.

Crkk! Crkk! The boy's scream of pain was echoed, Alex letting out an involuntary noise as he caught himself on both hands.

[Elle Callahan]

It was getting crazy. Elle liked people but she didn't think it would be this crowded. Not for a band of old rockers. The size of the crowd amazed Elle. She tried to keep up with Alex. She'd been bumped a few times because people just didn't see her. She wished for the millionth time she was just a few inches taller. She'd still be short at 5 feet ish but people tended to see people who were five feet more than people under it.

Elle jumped to the side as Alex swerved right into a boy with bright hair. The clumsy boy from Hogsmeade. That boy had a bad habit of bumping into people. Elle wondered if he was going to blame the incident entirely on Alex like he had with Nuri.

Elle winced at his cry of pain. She quickly pulled out her wand and leaned over the boy. He was clutching his wrist. "Can you move your wrist?" She asked, wondering if it was broken. The boy screamed like it was but then again he could be easily susceptible to pain. Elle glanced over at Alex who was on his hands and knees. "You okay?" She asked, frowning at Alex. He had a scrape just below his wrist that was bleeding. Did they both fall on a rock? Elle wondered as she noticed the same scrape on the boy's hand.

"It seems we meet again my flame haired friend, we really should stop meeting like this," Elle joked. "What's your name?" She asked as she gently grabbed his wrist, rubbing a her thumb lightly over it, feeling for a slight difference in the bone. Sometimes one could feel the break in a wrist.

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[Alecsander]

Alex got carefully to his knees, then stood, cradling his wrist. That was a familiar feeling. Somehow the reciprocating injury always hurt more than the original. He frowned at the boy, whose head was bowed over his wrist. He held it close to his body. Alex cast a repelling charm around them, splitting the crowd and giving the little group a little breathing room.

"You okay?"

"Fine," Alex said, still looking at the boy. It couldn't be. Of all places! He stopped the bleeding from his wrist with an episkey.

"It seems we meet again my flame haired friend, we really should stop meeting like this," Elle joked. "What's your name?"

He looked up finally, grudgingly letting the woman look at his wrist. He tried not to cry out in pain, seeing the large man standing next to the woman. He didn't want to be seen as a crybaby. He couldn't help but jerk the wrist away from her when she hit the broken spot. "J-jamie."

[Elle Callahan]

Alex's movement caught Elle's attention. She glanced up to see him standing cradling his wrist. Elle's brows knitted together. That was odd. Both Alex and the boy who called himself Jamie had the same injuries. How did they break the same wrist? Get the same scrape? What a coincidence.

"Hold still, I'm a healer.My name is Elle " She said as she steadied his arm as she did a quick episkey to heal the scrape. Elle then mended the bone with a quick spell. She then gently sprayed the arm with a tiny jet of water to wash off the blood.

"Don't move your wrist for five minutes. Sit there and be still. It'll hurt like the bloody dickons and might damage some nerves," She said, exaggerating a bit but she didn't want the kid to leave. Elle had noticed his emerald green eyes. The Kameren eyes. It was all there. The green eyes, the cheek bones, the same injuries. Elle remembered hearing stories about the Kameren blood curse. A Kameren couldn't hurt another Kameren without getting the same injury. So the picture of the red headed toddler hadn't been a young Violet after all. Who was this boy? Did Curse have another love child no one knew about? Did Cedric Kameren spawn another bastard that had procreated without anyone's knowledge?

Elle looked at Alex dread forming in the pit of her stomach. "Is your wrist broken Alex?" Elle said more of an accusation than a question.

[Alecsander]

"Don't move your wrist for five minutes. Sit there and be still. It'll hurt like the bloody dickons and might damage some nerves,"

"Y-yes ma'am." Jamie said, feeling intimidated by the short woman with the attitude.

The boy looked up, and Alex knew. Those familiar green eyes flashed up at him, resentful. It was his fault after all, that the boy had fallen. He should have been able to avoid getting knocked down by a drunk.

"Is your wrist broken Alex?"

Alex recognized that voice. It was dangerous. So much for a nice evening out. And the boy's name was Jamie. He had to be the one. "Yes." He admitted cautiously. Shit. He hadn't admitted the boy's existence, and now he was caught. He had said no more secrets, but here was the big one. He was afraid. He knew what the Kameren name meant and he could mostly be glad that Morag had insisted on keeping him out of the picture. He knew she didn't want to be involved in any more wars, and he knew that one was coming. She hadn't wanted that danger for her son.

"What's your full name?" He asked, praying he was wrong.

[Elle Callahan]

That one simple yes shot straight through Elle's heart. She closed her eyes briefly in pain before snapping them open and pointing her wand at Alex's wrist. She shot the healing spell at him, not bothering to stabilize his wrist. The impact of the spell would jar the broken bone a bit causing him a tiny bit of pain. Elle saw it in Alex's eyes. He knows the boy. He knows who he is. Looking back and forth between the boy and Alex. Elle knew. Jamie did not belong to a forgotten offshoot of the family line.

There was a reason Alex wasn't meeting her gaze. He had said there were no more secrets. He had said nothing like that when she asked if there were an ex wife or a love child in his past. He lied.

"He's yours isn't he?" Elle asked staring at Alex, hoping he'd say no.

[Alecsander]

"James..MacDougal?" Jamie looked with confusion between the two adults. He was still sitting on the ground, so the witch loomed over him and the man...the man was a giant. He grumbled to himself at the unfairness of it all. When was he going to get his growth spurt? Sure, he didn't know his father but his mother was a tall woman. Taller than he was. Some of that height had to be in him, right?

"He's yours isn't he?"

The boy confirmed it. He was Morag's. Not that Alex hadn't wanted him, but that he'd known being a MacDougal was safer than being a Kameren. That Morag had blocked any communication attempt he'd made, but taken his money. The little manor on Culloden moor wasn't cheap to keep up, and neither was Jamie to raise. Alex took the pain quietly, letting Elle take hers out on him with her healing. He could feel the pain in his heart, the old pain that he mostly tried to ignore, knowing he had a son he did not know.

"Yes."

Jamie's head snapped up at this, stopping mid-grumble to stare at the man. What did he mean, yes?!

[Elle Callahan]

That one simple word tore Elle's heart apart. A numbness washed over Elle. Alex Kameren had a son. A son that had to be at least 16 years old. He had kept that from her deliberately. She'd asked point blank if he had anything to share. She didn't have to meet him until Alex was ready but it would have been nice to know that he had a child. Alex had said he hadn't had a serious relationship. Lies. It was all lies. Even if Jamie had been created by a one night stand, a child made any relationship serious.

Elle straightened to her full height, nodded at Alex and spun on her heel wand out. She was gone with a pop.

Elle made it to her apartment. She managed to open the door without dropping her wand and stumbled inside, tears rolling down her face. Alex had a son. A child he didn't want her to know about. He didn't trust her with his son. He probably thought she was too young. She was what ten years older than the boy? Maybe less. Was the boy older than he looked? Had Alex fathered the boy while they had dated? They'd only gone out on a few dates, nothing serious when she'd disappeared but still. Had he slept with another woman when she gave him a kiss? Elle slumped to the floor, not even making it to her bed. She just sat there leaning against the wall next to her door.

[Alecsander]

That one simple word tore Elle's heart apart. A numbness washed over Elle. Alex Kameren had a son. A son that had to be at least 16 years old. He had kept that from her deliberately. She'd asked point blank if he had anything to share. She didn't have to meet him until Alex was ready but it would have been nice to know that he had a child. Alex had said he hadn't had a serious relationship. Lies. It was all lies. Even if Jamie had been created by a one night stand, a child made any relationship serious.

Elle straightened to her full height, nodded at Alex and spun on her heel wand out. She was gone with a pop.

Alex winced. That could have gone better. Well, it never would have. It was a big secret. And it wasn't a lie of omission, like with Cain. His thoughts were interrupted by Jamie, who shot to his feet.

"What do you mean, yes?!" He shouted, caught between a glare and an incredulous look. This giant was his father? He was so old! All those scars and lines really didn't help his looks. "Who are you! And where have you been??"

Alex sighed. This was really not how he'd imagined meeting Jamie. Or for that matter, how he'd imagined Elle finding out. "I mean, yes, you're my son. My name is Alex. Alex Kameren. And your mother never wanted us to meet. I'm sorry." He wasn't sure if he was sorry for being gone for the last fifteen years or for Jamie finding out this way. Jamie was still staring at him.

Jamie's thoughts were muddled. According to this man, his mother had known his father! Probably for his entire life! Why had she lied? Where had he been? Hang on! Alex Kameren? As in, the Kamerens? He choked on the words he'd been about to say. What did one say when you found out Alex bloody Kameren, bloody head auror, hero of the war, was your father? Or was claiming to be. He looked the man over again, recognizing now certain features, the way his hair lay, the startling green eyes. Even the underlying bones in his face, though it was badly battered.

"Hold on, shouldn't you be at Hogwarts?" Damn! Jamie groaned, darting away but being caught by the elbow before he could escape. They popped silently into being in front of the school gates, Alex letting the boy's elbow go. "Now that you know, send me an owl. I'll answer any of your questions." Jamie nodded numbly, still absorbing this information. Alex watched him walk up to the school before disapparating.

He could have apparated inside her flat, but paid her the courtesy of appearing outside and knocking. He had to face the music.

[Elle Callahan]

Elle hadn't bothered to shut her door problem. At Alex's knock it swung forward. Elle didn't have to look sideways to know it was him. She could smell him or sense his presence. Something told her that the shadow in her doorway was him.

Elle thought about slamming the door on his foot, or his face or any available body part but then that would have prolonged the matter. Elle wanted answers. She had a good twenty minutes or so to brood. Her boyfriend had a son and didn't think to tell her. They' been dating well over a month. Hell was it nearly three? Elle was bad with time. Maybe two. She wasn't entirely sure but Alex should have mentioned the word kid by now. He didn't trust her with the knowledge. Did he think her too young to help him with a teenager? Too immature for children? Did he even want children since he already had a son? Would she be able to be with him if that were the case? Elle had never asked his opinion about kids. It had been too soon. She thought he might want a family, especially now that he was older but now Elle wasn't sure. She wasn't sure of anything.

"Who's the mother?" Elle asked getting off the floor and lighting a lap with her wand.

[Alecsander]

"Who's the mother?" Elle asked getting off the floor and lighting a lap with her wand.

The door swung open. Alex stepped inside, cautiously looking over at Elle. She was mad. No, she was more likely furious. "Morag MacDougal. We met in a pub. He's just turned fifteen, if I remember right." He remembered. He secretly celebrated every single birthday. He usually sent Morag extra money too, for a gift. He had no idea if that's how she used it.

"This was the first time I met him." He admitted, staying near the door. Best to give her space. "Morag doesn't want me involved." He didn't apologize. He knew apologizing was not what she wanted to hear right now. Or maybe it was. He didn't know, not really. "Ask me anything." He said instead.

[Elle Callahan]

Elle didn't really want to know the answer to her question. It really didn't matter who the mother was. The deed was done. Alex had kept his teenage son from her. Anger and hurt mingles with fear to create a lump lodged just below her heart. She felt a little sick as she listened to him. A tiny bit of relief loosened the ball when she didn't recognize the name. She wasn't someone they went to school with. At least no one she knew. It could have been worse. Still, Elle was curious about who tempted Alex Kameren. Has she been his first? Elle remembered the hesitant feel of his touch when they first started dating before the flux. That Alex had been hesitant. Had appeared to have just.l noticed what else a woman was for. Maybe she was in a different time loop after all? Had she jumped demensions when she suddenly disappeared? Was that why she hadn't aged? Was she really only 25 and this was not her Alex? The thought sounded like a muggle science fiction story.

Elle's eyes narrowed when Alex said he wasn't involved in his sons life. He obviously knew who he was but had only just met him? How long had Alex known about him? Had he only just found out? Hope flared in Elle. She could understand why he didn't know his son if he just found out. He wouldn't be like her father the .

"When did you learn of Jamie?" She asked, wondering if he had known all along and just didn't care. The mother didn't want him involved. That was sad but still not an excuse. If Alex wanted to be in his son's life he would have found a way such as legal action.