EmberRose: NEW STORY! I'm going to finish the prequel soon, so check it out if you are a person that reads these things.
Alice: Yup. You should update that story soon. People are gonna hunt you down.
EmberRose: Yeaaahh...I'll work on that. ON WITH THE STORY!
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EmberRose: Oh, yeah.
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Many years ago, there was a innocent, Slytherin girl named June Welsh. In her 6th year, she caught the eye of the mysterious Tom Riddle, and in a series of events, she eventually became a Horcrux. She has a dark past though. Her mother was killed by Grindelwald, and she has a secret that has been carried down her family for years. A simple necklace with what looks like fire dances inside of the family heirloom that June acquired right before her mother died. This crystal lets the wearer to have the power to control animals, and only a descendant of Tabitha Welsh can use this power. Well, it turns out, when Tom Riddle becomes your eventual husband, it is extremely hard to keep things like that a secret. When he finds out, he plans to use June as a pawn in his plan to become Lord Voldemort. He finds out years after they graduated school, so June doesn't have the protection of Dumbledore anymore.
She is with child, and runs away from her dark lover, hoping and praying that he won't find her and her unborn child. Voldemort does everything he can to get June back, for multiple reasons. Firstly, the power she possesses, secondly, she is his Horcrux, and must be protected at all times in his mind. And then there is the matter with the child. He wants to train his heir right away, and brand him/her with the Dark Mark. And the final reason, one that he would never admit to anyone, is that he truly loved his wife. Seeking refuge, June goes to her best friend, Azalea Potter's, now Black's, house, hoping that her basically sister and her husband could protect her and her child. They managed to stay safe for long enough for June to have her child there.
But something went wrong.
A scream pieced the room, making the petite blond beside the bed flinch.
"It's going to be okay, June." Azalea Potter soothed, running a cold cloth over the poor girls head. "We'll get through this."
"It hurts." June moaned, her caramel brown ringlets sticking to her forehead from the sweat. Her silver grey eyes squeezed shut for a moment, and breathed in, then out deeply.
"We could try a spell." Azalea suggested desperately.
"No." June gasped, coughing for a moment. "I don't want to hurt the baby."
"How is she?" Thomas Black asked, coming into the bedroom.
"'She' is in pain." June snapped, then smiled weakly at him. "But thanks anyway."
"No problem." Thomas responded, grinning at the girl. He then eyed her bulging stomach wearily.
"Its not going to eat you or anything." Azalea sighed, rolling her eyes. "It's a baby. You know that's what I looked like when I was pregnant."
"That reminds me." Thomas suddenly said, snapping his fingers. "We need to go see your brother's kids, James and Lily soon. Harry is going to be a month old soon."
"A grandson." Azalea breathed, shaking her head. "They're only in their forties! He's making them old at a young age."
"And this is only my first child." June said, snorting. "They work fast."
"Well he isn't as busy." Azalea pointed out, smiling.
"Yeah, mine is always busy making up weird names to call himself, and attempting to take over the wizarding world." June laughed, then winced when the baby kicked. Her mood suddenly got serious. "Will you take care of him or her?"
"You will be the one taking care of it." Azalea said firmly, gripping her best friend's arm tightly. "You will."
"Just incase, if its a girl, Juliett, because I love Shakespeare, and if it's a boy, Max. No reason, I just like that name." June informed them, rubbing her belly. "Thanks for doing all this by the way. I just hope your not in too much danger."
"Danger?" Azalea giggled. "You relies your talking to two Aurors?"
"Just try not to die or anything." She sighed, shaking her head. Suddenly, she froze and let out a blood curling scream. The baby was coming
"Keep her calm." Azalea roared at her husband. He nodded and ran to June's side and started to mutter soothing words and brush her hair gently.
"Shh." He murmured, looking into her pained silver eyes. "It's okay. Shh."
"Here it comes." Azalea muttered, as the baby's head appeared. After an hour of pushing, and pain, the deed was done and baby was out. But they weren't out of the woods yet.
"Take the baby, clean it up. There are clothes in the attic." Azalea commanded, gently putting the baby into her husband's arms. "Something's wrong. I think June got sick."
"It's a girl right?" Thomas asked, looking at the baby.
"Yes." Azalea said softly, looking at the infant fondly. "Now go!"
"Azalea." June whispered weakly. "Is it...okay?"
"Yes." She said, quickly going to her side. "You'll see her soon."
"Her?" June breathed, then smiled. "Juliett. So beautiful."
"Your going to see her, June." Azalea said firmly, getting close to tears. "You're going to be-"
"Don't say fine." She whispered, closing her eyes. "We both know damn well that I won't be."
"Yes you will!" Azalea growled. "We just need some potion, I have some downstairs. I'll just go-"
"No, Az." June said, grabbing her arm. "It's too late."
"Why? Why is it too late?" Azalea asked, choking on her tears. June held out her hand, and next to her wedding band was a simple golden ring with a black stone in the middle.
"I stole it from him." June whispered. "It's a Horcrux. You need to put it somewhere. At the Gaunt house. You know where it is correct?"
Azalea nodded mutely before slowly slipping the ring off of her finger, and putting it into a box nearby. The tears suddenly flowed out of her eyes and over her cheeks. A mix between a moan and a sob strangled its way out of her throat, and June did the same. The two friends cried for the life that they shared together, and the future they would never spend together. June got paler and paler, and they cried for a long time. Right before June died, she started to sing. She didn't know why though. Maybe she was going mad. Maybe she need comfort. But the next thing she knew she started to sing a song that her mother used to sing to her at night.
Mmm, I want to linger Mmm, a little longer Mmm, a little longer here with you
Mmm, its such a perfect night Mmm, it doesn't seem quite right Mmm, that this should be my last with you
Mmm, and come September Mmm, I will remember Mmm, our happy days and sad ones too.
and as the years go by Mmm, I'll think of you inside Mmm, This is good night and not good bye
Mmm
And after that, June Welsh took her last breath. Azalea looked at her friend, tears silently falling off her face.
"You twit." She moaned, hugging June's body. "You bloody fool. You always had to be the hero."
"Is she...?" Thomas asked, walking into the room with the infant. Azalea looked up and nodded solemnly, then bit her trembling lip. Thomas looked away, shedding a few tears of his own. The baby, sensing something was wrong, started to cry.
"Juliett." Azalea murmured, looking at the girl. The baby's silver grey eyes were filled with tears, and she started to tremble in the blanket she was wrapped in.
"Oh," Thomas said suddenly, nervously fingering the blanket. "There's something you need to see."
"What is it? Is something wrong with her?" She asked, suddenly alert. She rushed over to the baby, and Thomas slowly unwrapped the blanket around her stomach. And there, already branded, was the Dark Mark. Juliett, unaware of the seriousness of the situation, sniffled, then sneezed. Azalea looked suddenly stony. "It doesn't change anything. We're going to take care of her."
"We have work." Thomas said, wrapping the girl up again.
"The Weasleys." Azalea suddenly said. "They can take her in."
"Good idea." He agreed, leaving the room. "We'll go by Floo Powder."
And a few hours later, they were in the living room of the Weasleys, explaining the story.
"Of course we'll take her." Molly Weasley said, talking the baby from Azalea's arms. "I just had one. Ron, that's his name. And of course my older boys will watch over her. I won't tell them who her father is though, but she'll be safe here. I've always wanted a daughter too."
"Can she keep her last name though?" Azalea pleaded, not wanting June to be forgotten. Mrs. Weasley looked up, shocked.
"Why, of course! People are going to know she's not a Weasley right away with those caramel colored hair." She exclaimed, smiling gently at Azalea. "Juliett Riddle it will be."
"Not Riddle, Welsh." Azalea breathed, fastening her cloak around her. "Thank you Molly. For everything."
"No problem, dear." Mrs. Weasley assured her. "Good night."
"Goodnight." Azalea said. She then walked outside and sighed before singing. "This is goodnight its not goodbye, Mmm."