Fleamont hasn’t been the same since his wife passed away, so he took a step back and went back to his old job. Where he was able to help people as a therapist, he had a peculiar kid.

A snape, the meeting are mandatory and he’s often surprised to even see the kid even show up.

He knows he shouldn’t get personal attachments to his client, but this one is personal. He knows the kid since they were young, the bruises often found on the delicate skin from an abusive father…he felt bad. So Fleamont often took them out to places to eat but he made sure to still check up on them.

But there’s a gap, a gap the kid doesn’t want to fill. Fleamont knows they gets bullied at school he just wasn’t expecting to it to be his son.

The son that Fleamont had been raising, the son that was loved so dearly.

He supposed it was his fault for asking the young Snape to share about who had been bullying them so violently. For once in his life he felt a sense of disgust and anger to James, his own son.