February 14th, 7:32 p.m. 1978
"What are we going to do?!" said a female voice quivering in restrained pain.
"They seem to be looking for someone else, probably that boy you've been helping" said another female voice more assertive and slightly angry.
In a dark alley, stood two women, both standing as close to the darkness as possibly while people in dark robes and strange masks passed by. One woman, who had faded grey-red hair, bright green eyes, and a faint of splash of freckles across her nose, was standing tall supporting the other woman as best she could, considering her old age of eighty-five, yet she only looked in her early fifties. Cedrella Black Weasley, was the woman's name, mother of three sons, and considered blood traitor, proving who she was stood at the ready for anything.
"We need to find somewhere for you to rest, deary" spoke Cedrella quietly looking over at her companion with soft eyes.
For the woman Cedrella Weasley looked at was a pretty young woman barely at the age of 17, she had dark chocolate brown eyes, creamy dark skin, and curly dark brown hair that looked almost black. She was heavily pregnant and trying her best to hold on for she was in the middle of labor and at any moment could start giving birth. Her name, Niki Kyria, married, and soon-to-be mother of one, hiding from the followers of the one and only dark lord himself, Voldemort.
"I need to go soon, the pains are coming sooner and sooner" Niki spoke in constrained breathes holding her swollen belly. She wore a simple faded black gown that just barely touched the grounded, with a warm overcoat on, and holding a bag with the bare necessities. Cedrella nods to Niki before looking back out to the street it seemed empty enough, and all you could hear was the sounds of Voldemort's followers chanting and marching.
"Quickly!" Cedrella holds tightly to Niki's arm pulling out onto the street and across it, without being seen. Breathing hard, Niki follows as quickly as she can. Running to a little house hidden behind the building they both just crossed, the was simple and blended in well with the monotone and dreary wet day, perfect for the the followers of Voldemort. Running up to the door, Cedrella struggled to find which key was which on the chain of keys she had.
A sound was heard, the chanting voices of the Dark Lord's followers sounded closer. Niki shivered profusely, visibly frightened. "They're getting c-c-closer Ced-drella" Niki shivered out in stuttering words, pulling out her wand from the bag. Cedrella ignores Niki's comment and moves as fast as her cold fingers could move, Stomp! Stomp! Stomp! Stomp!
Closer the sound came. Tink! Ching! Tink! The keys changing resounded quietly as Cedrella finally found the correct key. Quickly, Cedrella pulls Niki in turns and locks the door behind them, standing very quietly, just listening as the stomping of the Dark Lord's followers turned the corner and marched away.
Sighing, Cedrella turns to see Niki completely laying down on the ground. Running quickly Cedrella enters the bathroom turns the bath on quickly. Letting the bath fill, Cedrella turns and runs back to help Niki to the bathroom. Groaning, Niki sat down in the tub, raising her arm for support on the side of the tub.
"Deary, I need you to be as quiet as possible, put this rag in your mouth" Cedrella spoke as she pulled out a rag for Niki. Niki places the rag in her mouth, nodding for Cedrella to begin.
