Warnings: mature themes and explicit language. Also, there will be lots of OCs. Though I don't intend to dedicate the whole story to them. So you were warned. I will try to avoid OOCness as much as possible, as I am mostly interested in dynamics of existing characters in the new situation. The first several chapters are quite filled with action, however with the story following I will pay more attention to a psychological line. Hope, you will enjoy it. =)

Disclaimer: that's clear as day, I do not own Harry Potter.)

I have no beta.

Chapter 1

The woman had never thought that she would see this once marvelous mansion in such a pitiable condition. From her early childhood, she remembered ancient beautiful tapestries with scenes of magical middle-aged times lining bright marble corridors and huge silk carpets decorating spacious halls. Then she could feel magic seeping through the walls, swirling around every tiny thing in the room and dissolving into the air, making the little child shivering with exquisite delight. Now she couldn't feel anything. It looked like the place which was constantly besieged by dementors who left there only chilling winds and oppressive silence.

That's what became of a house whose owner was a muggleborn. Frowning she pushed this thought away. It wasn't the time to ponder on things like this and regret her mother's choices. If she wouldn't be faster, he could die. It didn't matter how much she despised him; after all, he was her father. And family for her meant more than herself.

Just as her lungs felt like they would burst at any second, the woman saw the right door. Not stopping for a second she rushed into the lit room, only to freeze to the spot. In three inches to her boots, there was a mess of innards covered in congealed blood. A small stream went down to a huge pool, in the center of which was laying mutilated piece of meat. The place smelled up with nauseating fetid stench, but she didn't even notice it. The woman stood there, breathless, staring at the familiar distorted face.

She was late… She… no, it couldn't be like this. Who…

"He was a disgusting person, so I made sure that he'd had an appropriate death."

A shiver ran down her spine as she heard the voice. There was no way in the world that it belonged to her sister. It was too calm, too icy. However, it was true. Nobody could get past those wards apart from them. Afraid of what she will see behind the woman turned her head slowly and looked at the girl in front of her. She stood there casually with slightly amused expression.

Something in those azure eyes made her snap out of stupor and she furrowed her brows in confusion.

"What's happened? Why are you here?" she cast a sidelong glance at a corpse. "I can sense magic…"

"I've asked my friend and he killed him for me," the girl said simply, sauntering into the room and coming over to the body apparently not bothered by the gore. The woman grimaced when the other poked a head with a tip of her shoe.

"Filthy creature," the girl growled angrily and kicked the head away.

"He was our father, Aveza, how could you even think of doing… this… to him!" her temper won over the bewilderment and horror. That was just too much seeing her sister express such a sheer malice towards their parent.

"Don't call me that!" her sister turned round abruptly and pointed a finger at her chest. "My name is Avis, Avis, do you hear me?! I'm done with all your patriotic stuff! Maybe you've forgotten who our original predecessor is?!"

For a second she thought that the girl would hit her. The thought was incredible in itself, so she quickly regained her composure.

"She was from Scotland, and your stupid Latin nickname doesn't bring you closer to our heritage. Answer me, sister" the woman stepped up closer to the girl, "Why did you ask someone to kill our father? I thought we had already solved this issue. He begged for your forgiveness, what else did you need? Why didn't you talk to me in the first place?" she stopped several inches from the other and looked at her with a mixture of reproach and sorrow. "You know that I would do anything for you."

Something shattered in girl's glacial blue eyes and she shoved the woman back with full force so the other fell on the muddy floor.

"Expelliarmus!"

With a shock, the woman stared at her sister holding her own wand and aiming at her heart. The enraged expression on the other's face changed into the smug one and the girl let out a cackle of laughter.

"Oh, darling, are you surprised? I can do magic!" she spoke in a sing-song voice, "Isn't it wonderful?"

"How? You're not…" her voice came out weak and hoarse as she stared unbelievingly at her beloved sibling.

"Oh yes, I'm a squib! Thank you, my dear, for reminding me of this obvious fact each bloody second of my life!" the tip of the wand trembled slightly, "And yet you've insisted for me to grow in this fucking magical world. Do you even imagine what's it like for a squib to watch others relish in something she could have never get? Moreover, each shameful wizard took it for his duty to remind me of what a piteous thing I was and how I should have worshiped my brilliant sister!"

The woman couldn't move feeling like all her insides doused with freezing water. Meanwhile the other continued.

"But of course, my Oh-fuck-I-am-such-a-genius sister couldn't care less! She was always so busy saving other peoples' lives. Then why didn't you save mine?!"

There was nothing the woman could say. Everything she could come up with were just lame excuses because eventually all of it was true. Of course, she did her best to support and protect her little sister even if it meant that she would tie her to the magical world and at that time it seemed to be the best choice. However, work, intrigues and powerplays took away almost all of her time. It was difficult after Grindelwald's defeat to try and bring German wizardry politics in order while keeping it away from Dumbledore's growing influence on their country. Considering that her family, one of the most authoritative pureblood clan in the region, was practically a hostage in the clutches of the old coot, it was indeed a tough job. So she was drawn into British society's life and consequently into the war against the newborn Dark Lord. She had never paid much attention to her sister's mental wellbeing thinking that providing her with a custody and anything she could give would be enough. Now it seemed to be one of the most disastrous mistake in her life.

As if sensing a train of her thoughts, Avis sneered at her and continued.

"Oh, how could I forget? You preferred to run around that slithery team instead. Tell me, how was it to betray our Lord in the middle of the war? Indeed, they can be very… arousing, but really? You should have done better than getting laid right under your husband's nose, don't you think so?"

The woman blanched at her sister's suggestive tone.

"I don't know what you are talking about," her gaze went distant and the girl could tell by the lack of usual "I'm serving no one" that her sister became really nervous. Grinning broader the girl leaned forward until they were on the same eye level.

"I'm pretty sure you know what I'm talking about. After all, that was his child."

The woman shivered slightly and with a derisive glint in her eyes the other straightened.

"I think it's for the best that he was sent away."

The phrase made the woman inhale sharply as if something pierced through her chest. Her eyes filled with horror as she tried to comprehend what the other had just said.

Her sister made a surprised face and covered her mouth with a hand, though malicious gleam in her eyes grew even brighter.

"Oh, sorry, I shouldn't have said that. Though… you are going to die now. What a pity you won't have a chance to see him."

Huge hot tears rolled down her cheeks. Betrayal was more painful than any torture could ever be. Her sister… The only person in this world she truly loved just stabbed her in the back. Her sweet boy whose death she had been mourning for years now was actually alive and she knew about it. And she mocked her with that. She rubbed her loss at her face as something worthy to laugh at. Dumbfounded the woman locked her gaze on the wand trying to pull herself together and find any strength to get out of it. She couldn't break, she wouldn't. Her lips trembled slightly and an uncontrollable sob escaped her open mouth.

"Though, if it will help you I guess that he will make you company quite soon…" the girl twirled a wand watching with joy as her sister crumpled into million tiny pieces.

The woman tried paying no attention to her sister's words but they just drilled through her mind echoing again and again until she could think of nothing more. Unable to help herself she lifted her gaze and was met with a gleeful sadistic glint in those crystal blue eyes.

"I think it's time for you to meet with our dear father, don't you think so?" the girl raised her wand to the woman's eye level.

"Bye-bye, Heidy," and grinning manically she swished a wand.

"Avada Kedavra!"

A loud thump echoed through the deserted corridors.

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