Hermione Jean Weasley (née Granger) was sitting on a loveseat with her two children, Hugo and Rose, on her lap reading the siblings a copy of Muggle children fairy tales with her husband, Ronald Bilius "Ron" Weasley. Her husband was commenting on how stereo-typical it was of Muggles to be accusing witches of evil and loudly saying that Cinderella STILL sounded like a disease. All of a sudden; Rose interrupted her father's rant with a question that surprised both parents.
"Mummy?" Rose began, "What's that on your arm?"
Both parents froze simultaneously and Ron looked down at Hermione's arm with barely controlled anger. Hermione winced slightly and adjusted her arm so that the word that Bellatrix Lestrange had carved into her arm was hidden from sight.
"Rosie," Hermione began," what is on my arm is a horrible word that a horrible woman carved onto me. I know that you're ready to hear the story, but I'm not ready to tell it yet. Just give me a bit of time, alright?"
"O-okay, "Rose stammered before taking on a determined look, "I'm going to hold you to that mum!"
Hermione let out a small laugh "I'm sure you will dear. But for now, how about we get back to the story? Your father needs to let out the rest of his rant."
Rose nodded. Hugo turned his head to face his father. "Am I ready to hear the story yet, dad?"
Ron gave a long look to his son and said, "You heard your mother. Whether or not you and your sister are ready to hear your mother's story; she's not. She'll tell you both when she believes that all three of you are ready to hear it."
"But I wanna know now! "Hugo whined.
"You'll find out when you find out. Until then, you can wait. Now, I believe your mum's waiting on us."
Hugo crossed his arms, but turned back to his mother. Hermione gave a small smile to her husband and began to read again. Hugo and Rose exchanged a glance, and when their parents had gotten up for a drink, they quickly whispered to each other.
"Let's get to the bottom of this."
"Agreed."