For Freedom'sTollBells, I hope you like it!

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glimpse of the truth

Whenever Dean Thomas told anyone that he did not know who his father was, he lied. He still told the truth when he said his father had left before he was born, but that did not matter. It wasn't by choice.

He had always known exactly who his father was, but it simply wasn't something you could just tell anyone you met. It wasn't like they would believe him, because honestly, who would not think he was lying when he said that his father none other than the Greek god Hephaestus?

Not many who, that's for sure. Most of them would probably either laugh or make sure that there was a comfy room waiting for him somewhere.

But it was the truth. Dean was a son of Hephaestus. There was no doubt about it; he was claimed, been to Camp Half-Blood and everything.

On a side note: It was very funny that both secret worlds Dean was a part of used the term half-blood and yet he only was one in one case.

Not to forget the fact that Dean loved to tinker on something and if he couldn't his hands were itching to do so. He always brought a couple of bolts, other parts and a toolbox to Hogwarts, because how he could he not?

The only thing he could do against the urge was to draw. Designs for machines, people, dreams, or anything else, really. What he drew didn't matter at all. The point was to keep his hands busy, nothing else, even if his sketches did get quite good over the years.

Dean never stopped drawing cars, because they were awesome and he never got tired of explaining what they were. They needed to know.

One day he would get to be a mechanic and work on real cars. Because that was his dream, combining magic and his god-given talent to be the best mechanic possible. That was the best possible thing in his future and the most awesome thing was that it wasn't even unlikely.

Also, his mother approved. That was good, too.

Then there was his fascination with fire—of course—that may or may not have played a major role in his friendship with Seamus. Maybe, just maybe he had first spoken to his best friend after he had set his feather on fire in that charms lesson in their first year.

So what? Ron, Harry, and Hermione had become friends by fighting a troll; it wasn't like he was the only odd one.

And Harry had enough problems following him that he had to be Dean's relative, somehow, because no one else attracted trouble like that. At least he hoped so, because otherwise... he didn't even want to think about it, if he was honest.

Let's just say that it would not bode well for the future and leave it like that.

Anyways, Dean really looked forward to today's lesson, because they would finally be learning the second best spell, after Reparo. The spell that creates fire, Incendio. Today was going to be the best lesson in the entire history of lessons.

And it would be starting any second!

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~Marvelgeek42