A/N: Okay, Thanks for following this story, for those who have already read. But I felt like the original chapter 2 was rushed and it really was. I wasn't really putting much thought into the story. So, I deleted the original chapter 2 and made a new one that feel like it's at a better pace. Also note that if there's mistakes I don't have a beta and I'm writing at a slower pace is because of the lack of motivation.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and i'm pretty sure everyone knows who owns it, I only own my Oc's thank you very much!
Chapter 1
Motherhood: the only place
you can experience Heaven and Hell a
At the same time
-Unknown
I stared at the child that now laid in my apartment. bringing Harry home was much more different than I ever thought. I could barely handle taking care of my nephew Dudley, how was I supposed to be take care of Harry? I was now a pemanent care taker of my nephew.
I really wished now that I had given in on Regulus advise and took that vacation to New York under the name Sally. But that wouldn't change the fact that my nephew was a orphan.
Though I really was glad that I had taken Regulus adivce and moved out of my old apartment and into a house with a backyard. At least I wouldn't be confined into a small area for the rest of my life, until Harry's 17 years old.
Regulus, that prat only took one look at Harry; the moment I arrived, gaining an odd look and said, blankly "At least he looks like an actual baby than that baby walrus you called your nephew." I just stuck my tongue at him as he went towards his room, shaking his head, before yelling. "I'll help make a baby room later, but I'm not changing diapers!"
He shut the door, leaving me alone to stare dumbfounded at Harry, who fell asleep a while ago in his basket.
I doubt Lily would be happy, to know YOU are in charge of her baby. A smooth silky voice spoke, making my breath hitch, as my eyes widened. It had been a long time; since I heard that voice in my head.
Hello Nala, I spoke back, coldly. I had named that voice Nala a long time ago. Back when Lily had first left me alone, to go to, Hogwarts; back when I naivley believed I could take on a lot more stress with out endangering myself.
Still mad? Nala mocked. Gritting my teeth I looked at the ceilling. No. I spoke back. I just thought you were locked into the asylum, just like how you almost did to me.
I could feel Nala scoff. Like you could ever have enough power to do such a thing. Nala said, smugly said, so assured of herself. Your weak, you always have been, and now your letting a little brat come into your life. One that I may incline is of Lily~ Nala practically purred out Lily's name.
I felt queasy, I knew Lily had met Nala a couple of the times, when I had been out. Lily, had been practically gleeful at first; before Nala had almost left her to die.
Shut up Nala, you have no right to say her name, and so what if I did!? I snarled at her.
I could feel her smirk. Lily would have never left her child to be in the care of YOU My eyebrow began to twitch. Nor would she ever put the child in Petunia's care. Nala said, saying Petunia's name spitefully.
And your point is? I asked, not really seeing her point, still looking at the ceiling before giving Harry a brief look. Good, he was still sleeping, I thought.
Nala, I could hear and feel, was scoffing in disgust. Oh for the love of! Your supposed to be the smart one! Lily would be and is literally rolling in her grave! She would have put Harry to be in the care of his godparents! if I remember correctly, which we do, after all we have photographic memory. That Hames, I believe.
James. I instantly corrected her.
Yes him, Nala said, dismissively. would appoint that playboy mutt Sirsus Black as the brat's, godfather. While Lily, Nala sneered at the name. Would appoint, a girl named, Alice to be his godmother.
I frowned, before breifly remembering meeting Lily's maid of honor and silently agreed. It was odd that Harry was in our care instead of theirs.
Also, Nala said. bringing back my attention to her, once again. Its odd that they'll be no money sent to help take care of their so called "Saviour."
Once again frowning, I was sure I had read through Lily's Wizard laws, until I knew it like the back of my hand. I could remember page 224 had said only a certain amount of money would be sent to help take care of the child, if the kid was to be sent to muggle relatives.
I silently seethed, I had always hated the word muggle. In fact I still hate the word.
In fact since there not sending any money to help you. Nala said, bored. Isn't it weird that they sent Harry to Petunia's one that every single person, who was invited to Lily's wedding hated anything and everything to do with magic?
I paused, my thinking. To look over memories, to realize to my horror that Nala was right. The headmaster of Hogwarts had been at the wedding and had seen the breakdown that had happened. Yet he still sent Harry to Petunia's.
Now think of what would have happened If Harry had stayed with her, Nala said.I felt a turning in my stomach, suddenly feeling sick.
Vernon was not a kind man, I had seen the way he stared at both Lily and I with his disgusting pudgey eyes. I knew he two jobs, one legal and the other... Best not to think or talk about really.
I only knew about the second one, after hiring a privet Detective. I had tried to tell Tunia.
But she wouldn't listen, she prefers to be blind to the fact Vernon was a criminal, she would rather be death than to hear he was cheating on her.
Petunia, I could barely believe that she was the same sister. Who once claimed she would work in her majesty army, as a doctor, not nurse, doctor.
Once upon a time Petunia was a girly girl, beautiful in her own way, funny and spunky. When Lily and I were five she claimed she would be a housewife like mom. A year later, she yelled out proudly and determined; that she would be in the army as a Doctor, not a nurse, Doctor.
She had stuck to that dream even after Lily and she, began to grow apart. It wasn't until her last year of high school when she first met Vernon. That she dropped her dream.
In one day she was a whole different person, one I was quite sure that was a fake and that Vernon had done something to her.
The old Petunia wouldn't have cared, she was bitter at Lily, she would have taken in Harry without a second thought; of course she would have tried to pursue Harry, to never love magic as much as a normal Wizard did, or be excited as a muggleborn would be. She would be determined that Harry would grow a brain.
This Petunia though, ever since she met Vernon. Who encouraged her bitterness, it was best not to think about it.
Now who leaves a child at a doorstep? I'm pretty sure pg 500 said if a child was a halfblood with a pureblood father or mother they would be in the custody of the aurors until they could be placed to the proper relative or guardian of parents will or natural blood linage. Nala added
I paled, aurors would never leave a halfblood with muggle relatives of blood relatives in the wizarding world were around. That meant the Headmaster had put Harry illegal under the care of Petunia and I.
I was going to be sick to my stomach now realizing that implications this could make if any wizards found out where Harry was.
in fact... "bathroom!"
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Regulus, could not remember his past. In fact the minute he opened his eyes, was to a white room with odd machines hooked to him.
A man with what looked to be a white trench coat, had been the first person he met.
He had completely ignored what was said that day, the only thing interesting was that was the very first time he met her.
Azalea Evens, had blond slightly curled hair, with sea green eyes, though on that day he would swear up in down that her eyes was sky blue eyes. She was petite, with a figure that most women would kill for.
But that wasn't what drew him towards her, it wasn't why he let himself be in the care of a complete stranger. No, if anything what drew him in, was the way she held herself. The air around her was warm and welcoming, she was a bit wrecked, but completely open. Somewhat like a sky, that accepted all, but not all there.
When he first moved into her apartment the first thing he scrunch his face and dryly said. "Are you sure you weren't robbed? This place looks absolutely horrid."
"Well my taste had never been the best, but then again, you should look at Tunia places it looks like some of the farmers animals made a mess." And that was that, Months had passed, and nothing could jog his memory. But then again he certainly wasn't complaining, nor looking 100%. Two in half years have passed since coming into the care of Azalea Evans, and life is...interesting to say...In
That is if you expect what looks like a rather wealthy and sophisticated women, to laugh sadistically rubbing her hands every time she made plans on what and how to teach her students. The first time he encounter her in that stage was when she was deprived of coffee and tea, nearly giving him a heart attack. Or if you expect the women to wear a dress or a skirt and you give something like that as a present, she'll literally throw those things into a fire in front of you face before somehow getting you drunk and the next thing you know your in a female outfit in public. On a side note, At least he knew what to avoid and laughed at the bastards who were the ones to make such mistakes. Azalea was one of a kind and somewhat fitted her name. She was passionate, she had elegance and she could be a threat when she wants to be.
So imagine his surprise, that she literally ran out the door after her older sister told her something in the phone. After she had run out, she texted him to fill him in on why, to give him a few hours to adjust with living with a soon to be new roommate; he really had no clue she had a twin sister, Then again it would explain the lack of childhood photos. It would also explain her reluctance of speaking anything about her family, espicaily her siblings.
He secretly wondered if the twin had anything to due with Nala. Yes, he knew about Nala and had been rather worried and confused as to who was the real person and who wan't at the time. But Nala had only showed up one time and never reared her head again after that one time, Azalea had been mortified and timid about speaking about Nala as well, but at least she briefly explained Nala.
The minute she creaked the door opened, he had been prepared to confront her about the twin situation wanting answers, and thoroughly object to the new roommate, when he saw the baby. The baby had brown tuffs of hair, he could tell that baby was was 1 years old, and still had pinkish skin, that would soon turn to a richly pale skin in the future. Now usually this wouldn't have alarmed him and he would have ranted on how they couldn't exactly afford to keep the child. When a bunch of memories began.
That baby looked exactly like his father, He saw enough baby photos when he secretly meet the Potters behind his big brother's back.
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It had been raining, it was cold and windy and he didn't exactly wear the right robs to come visit. But it would be the only time he could and he needed to know. He needed to know if running away had been worth it for his brother, he needed to know if he was happy; he could feel his stomach turning at the thought of his brother happy that was no where near him or there family. It was the holiday week and he knew that both James potter and his brother stayed at Hogwarts.
He knew his brother had become brothers with James potter, he knew Sirius considered James as his real brother. No longer caring over the fact he really did have a brother. But then again why should Regulus care? He was the one to finally break the fragile bond they had left.
Then again his brother really was blind wasn't he? To not know that his parents magic was more gently with because of being more magic sensitive, to have nightmares everyday and was slowly drifting off to his own, meaning that he couldn't always pay attention to what was going on in his brothers life. Orion, there father was the first to note what was happening faster. It wasn't because Regulus was their parents favorite, it wasn't because he followed the rules, or clever, cunning ans ambitious. No, Regulus was a seer. He had to note down faster what he saw or else he would forget what he saw or what he heard.
Seers, were and are extremely valuable.
Orion told Regulus to never tell anyone not even to his mother, or his brother. He had been nine years old at the time; Sirius had never spent much time with their father and had grown envious to the fact Orion seemed to spend more time with Regulus than with him; the eldest son, the first born.
But What Sirius didn't was that he really was the more pampered one, Regulus had always been ignored, had and was considered the spare, the replacement and not even a good one at that, by their father, Orion. When he had found out about him being a seer. He had been overjoyed, and that had been the end of being ignored, but also the end of childhood. He wasn't allowed to interact with his brother anymore, or at least not in the way he used too. That put a strain in their relationship, but only a little. When Sirius had enter Hogwarts...
He silently broke inside when he overheard Sirius tell his friends that he could easily use him as a way to get into the good graces of their parents. Snape had been the one to snap out of his funk, had been the one to care for him after that, in fact Snape had been the one to replace Sirius as his older brother in a way.
But even if both Sirius and he replaced each other to fill in the role as their brothers. He needed to know what they were like, and he did.
The Potters... Were everything that their parents weren't. Kind, happy and love-able parents, Sure they were far more older than their parents, but they warm. He had only been there for at least an hour before leaving. It wouldn't due if he left his sick mother all alone. Then again, she only had a month left and Orion had died, doing a good deed for the first time in his life, leaving the black family absolutely now the heir and Lord of the black family needed a way to gain it all back.
Good thing the elder Blacks still had kicks in their lives and could help him still.
Before he left, he paused briefly to look at a photo, That had the Potters with a young baby boy.
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That had been years ago, He wasn't exactly sure what he said, but when he snapped out of it he was in his room. laying down on his bed, looking at the ceiling. He could be wrong he could have misinterpted the baby's looks to someone else. But he wasn't he knew, he could feel his magic slowly wrapping him into a welcome back hug, and he could feel the unknown and wild magic downstairs. That baby boy was non other than James Potter son, he had the feeling the minute the baby would open his eyes he would have Lily Evans eyes.
He knew who she was, Lily Evans had been Snape's best friend in a once upon a time. He had spent time with her as a result, with Snape being only his only friend in Slytherin that he could rely on at the time. Zabini and Malfoy being a close second. But that wasn't important right now, or what he did in the past; at one point in his amnesia life, he had wished to know what his life before was like. Now though he wished he hadn't remembered, not remembering was better than to know your family had never wanted you in their lives, it was better to forget all the pain he was forced to endure, better to forget how he was forced to bow, forced to do things he knew was wrong.
He shouldn't be alive.
But he was.
He should be dead rotting away, in the bottom of a lake, from poison.
But he wasn't.
Lily Evans, younger twin sister Azalea Evans had saved his life, had taken him in when he no memory. She had shown him Life in the two years of amnesia ,how to live without magic. How to live with no obligations, no expectations or politics. Had shown him something he only received from one person at Hogwarts from Snape, , friendship.
He wondered, if she knew, he finally remembered his past, would she kick him out? Would she hate him for having magic? Magic, was that the reason why she never mentioned having a twin? Because the twin had magic and she didn't? Or was it something more? Did something put a strain on their relationship?
There was so many questions to be asked,and only a few would not get him kicked out of the house. He paused for a moment, he was a noble a pureblood, and he didn't want to be kicked out? He grew fondly of Azalea, he could admit that. He could also admit she was more interesting than all the witch's in the wizarding world, he could also grudgingly admit that muggles had a more efficient way of life. Far more interesting variety of books, jobs and food. Muggle government also seemed more... efficient.
Education, on the other hand... He could admit, seven years in Hogwarts was not enough education, there needed more time to properly prepare students for the wizarding world, especially muggleborns. Perhaps, if both purebloods, halfbloods and muggleorns had more clue of the others culture then there wouldn't have been a war. It would have given the muggleborns more respect if they had known their culture. Education, in the muggle world seemed... much more organized and logical.
He heard running up the stairs in a hurry, Azalea had slammed the door opened, and quite loudly. "URG, *cough* ...ERGH... IH."
Regulus, stood up and and walked out of his room, uncertain what to do he took a peek into the bathroom. Azalea was on her knees puking her guts out. Frowning he knocked gently on the inside of the door.
"You alright?" He asked, uncertainty cursing through his body, as he slowly moved to pull the hair out of face, as she continued to puke. He waited patiently for her to stop, before looking to her weary face. He slowly cursed himself as he heard him rashly say. "Alright, I know you have to take care of a baby now. But i'm quite sure that you haven't found any luck with men, and you monthly debut was last week. Meaning, this cannot be morning sickness, in fact your not allowed to have it."
Azalea, kicked him in the shin, hard. "GAH,"
"effing arse." she muttered, lips slowly twitching upwards, before her face slowly turns red from anger or horror. "And how the bloody hell do you know when (cough) month is." She demanded. Much to Regulus amusement.
He spoke, rather dryly and amused. "You watch Korean drama while eating Ben and Jerry's chocolate fudge brownie ice cream, with a box of tissues right next to you in the living room. Your student's always come by on those day's begging on their knees asking you to let them have a chance to redo the assignment or for you to cut back on homework."
Azalea, looks back before reaching the handle to flush the vomit away. Blankly saying. "And the man problem?"
Regulus, the bloody prat that he was. Looked rather proudly and downright gleeful. "The usually run for the hills the minute they see you."
"I influenced you a bit too much with my sadistic tendencies, didn't I" She asked, dryly.
He just smiled. a moment of silence ran as the stood there enjoying each others company even if Azalea had just been puking her guts out a while ago. They were sure nothing would ruin the moment. "BAAAHHHH!" it was ruined.
"Noo!" Azalea, whined. Slowly standing up head down as she walked downstairs to reach for her nephew. Regulus amused and walking right behind her. He casually asked. "So, we are going to buy stuff at the store right? I'm absolutely sure we have nothing for the kid."
"Your helping me." Was Azalea's instant response.
Regulus, halted for a moment taking a long good stare at Azalea as she gently lifted harry and began to soothe him. He gently mumbled. "Yea, i'll help." The sight of her acting like a mother, made him smile softly. "It's not like I have anywhere to go or miss this for the world."
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