"Has he eaten anything?" Fleamont asked his wife.
"Not that I know of." She shook her head.
Both of them stood by the window as they looked out at the teen sitting outside. The breeze ruffled his hair as he just sat there as he stared at his hands slowly stitching a hat together. In his hand, the hat wasn't anything special, but it had begun taking on the shape of a jester hat. Alongside the hat were a few large bells he had attached to it with long strands.
"Still, I wish the boy would get a break." Fleamont sighed. "Life hasn't been kind to him lately."
"It hasn't, but the world is cruel and doesn't owe anyone anything." Euphemia replied. "So what are his plans going forward?"
"Who knows. He hasn't really said much since the funeral a couple days ago." Fleamont shrugged. "Angel do you know?"
"Right now? I think he said something about finding a place to live. Other than that, he hasn't said much." Angel shook her head. "My best guess though, is he will continue to tinker with magic items."
Outside, Felix, who was stitching together the hat, just tried to focus on it. The hat serves no other purpose besides trying to take his mind off of things. For after taking care of Voldemort's Horecruxes, he almost rushed back to St. Mungo to find out William was dead.
Upon learning that, Felix collapsed to his knees as he felt his mind just go blank. After that, the world seemed to blur as he was taken in by the Potter's. So he stayed with them for a short while and tried to get himself and everything sorted out. Granted, everyday, he would leave for a while to visit William grave for a while.
One of his biggest battles is to resist the urge to use magic to bring William back. While it is a taboo to do so, thanks to his ability to look at paths, he has various options to do so. However, William wouldn't want that and deep down neither did he.
"What should I do now?" Felix asked himself.
He has a dream of becoming a professor at Hogwarts, but right now he has little interest in continuing his schooling. Since day one, he has been treated differently there and could do excellent on the OWL and NEWT exams. Besides most of the time, he not so much learning but writing books on the core subjects.
"Why not travel." Dumbledore appeared with a soft pop.
"Travel?" Felix rolled it over in his head for a moment.
He didn't really have that much interest in traveling, well it's more like he didn't hold much interest in anything at the moment. Even if he did hold an interest, it's not like he could travel since he was only thirteen, almost fourteen.
"Why are you here?" Felix asked after a moment of thought.
"I came to chat with the Potter's about something. I also wanted to congratulate James and Lily on their upcoming marriage." Dumbledore smiled. "It's always nice to see couples come together."
Felix just nodded, since shortly after graduating from Hogwarts, James did propose to Lily. Neither of them has set a date, but knew it would either be in the fall of this year or at the latest next. Right now both were in their own world or honeymoon phase as Fleamont put it.
"Well, I shouldn't keep you. Both of them are inside the house." Felix said, refocusing on the hat before him.
While Dumbledore moved towards the door, Felix on the other hand, began to think about traveling. He wanted a goal if he is going to travel, but nothing really came to mind. Then he began to think of treasure hunting.
The thought of tracking down lost or rumored artifacts seemed interesting. Maybe he would even grab a whip and a brown fedora-style hat. With the help of magic, he could do it pretty well.
'Strangely, my magic books sell pretty well, so funding won't be an issue to travel tracking down these artifacts.' Felix thought to himself. 'Felix Grindelwald, the renowned treasure hunter.'
While Felix was thinking of a title to fuel his imagination, he began to walk out of his previous state of mind.
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"Felix, it's time to eat." Angel called.
Studying the hat in his hands, after working nearly nonstop for a few days, he has finally completed it. Felix placed it on his head and walked towards the house, as the bells jingled as they trailed behind him.
"What is with the hat?" James asked.
Kicking her brother shin, Angel replied. "I think it's a nice hat."
"I think you would say that about anything he wears." James muttered, rubbing his shin.
"What did you say?" Angel raised an eyebrow.
"Nothing." James held up his hand and surrendered.