Aaaaannnd here you go! Just as I promised, the 2nd chapter! I hope you all enjoy!

Her eyes flew open and she took great heaving breaths. Her body felt impossibly weak and cold and she couldn't move a muscle even if she tried.

All around her there were voices exclaiming in relief and more severe tones. She couldn't make any of them out, all of them blurred together. It felt as though she was underwater, and while she could make out bits and pieces of sentences, it was never coherent enough for her to comprehend fully.

Her hearing was a tiny bit better than her eyesight though, but not by much. She could make out vague, large looming figures towering over her, moving about all around her. A large pair of hands snaked towards her and lifted her up and she allowed it without complaint. She was still bemused by the situation that she had found herself in.

Slowly, gently, the giant's hands gripped her weak form and cradled it towards its chest. She let out a soft sigh of relief as she finally got the warmth she so desired. Instinctively, she cuddled towards the person. She didn't know why, but something about the person screamed safety. Perhaps it was how the person's magic wrapped protectively around her form. It twirled and writhed, comfortingly brushing against her at steady intervals, as if to reassure her that he was still there watching over her.

Dully, her thoughts wandered. Was this what she had missed out on in her previous life? This wonderful feeling of safety, security, home? As far as she could recollect, she had never felt this… safe before.

Gently, a large hand brushed across her head, tangling in her corn silk-fine baby hair. Blearily, she blinked her eyes open and tried to focus them.

It was still a little blurry around the edges, but she could vaguely make out the form of an extremely handsome, familiar-looking man. He looked down at her in affection as he continued to stroke her head.

The words were slurred, at least to her ears, but she could vaguely make out a few words from a tired, female voice.

"Is she alright, Arcturus? How is she?"

The man hummed noncommittally, still admiring the tiny form in his arms. His hands never stopped gently petting his new daughter.

"She's absolutely beautiful, Melania." His voice was barely more than a deep rumble.

A tired chuckle. "Well, of course she is. She's your daughter, after all."

Arcturus smiled as well. "Yes, it seems so. She will be my daughter as much as Lucretia is yours."

"Oh?" A curious tone. "You can already tell?"

Arcturus nodded. "Her magic reacted to mine just like you described Lucretia's reacting to yours. Already I can feel it reaching out to mine. Yes Melania, this one is mine."

Another chuckle. "You and your possessiveness. Well, I don't care if she's your daughter or not, she's mine too, so hand her over to me."

Arcturus walked over to her bed-ridden side, never taking his eyes off his yawning daughter once. He was visibly reluctant to let her go. The woman had her arms stretched out, in position to receive her daughter, but after the wait continued and her hands remained empty, she huffed and narrowed her eyes at him.

"Oh, don't make a scene, Arcturus! Give her to me, I want to hold her!"

The barest hints of a pout on his face, he unwillingly handed the tiny form of his new daughter over to his wife.

Gorgeous strawberry blonde curls filled the little infant's vision. When her eyes adjusted a little bit better, she was able to glimpse the form of a beautiful, worn-out woman drenched in sweat smiling radiantly at her.

"You're right, Arcturus. She is beautiful. And to think, we almost lost her…"

The baby girl froze, processing the words, wondering if she heard them correctly.

Lost her? Did that mean what she thought it meant? Was it possible that she almost died-?

Then, she felt the barest hints of a familiar chill brush up against her senses.

Without turning to look, she relaxed. Death was in the vicinity. Her old friend was still there, and his presence was enough to clear the confusion she had about her situation.

Suddenly, she recalled her last conversation with Death.

His offer.

She had accepted it.

She had accepted his offer for a new life with the opportunity to achieve everything she had wanted, but simply wasn't able to have in her previous life.

As all aspects of death fell under his domain, he must have transferred her soul into an infant who was born without one. A stillborn.

Then, unbidden, tears filled her eyes as she processed this revelation.

She was reborn.

She wasn't Violet Potter anymore.

That man…

This woman…

They… they were her parents.

The warmth that she had felt…

The affection with which the pair touched her with…

She had a family.

Slowly, softly, she broke into quiet sobs. Immediately, the man's magic reacted and wrapped around her as the woman cuddled her into her chest, rocking back and forth, murmuring soothing words to calm her down.

"Shhhh, shhhh, darling. It's alright. Mummy's here now. It's alright."

She softly hummed, and the baby's consciousness slowly faded into nothingness, soothed by the sound of her new mother's voice and her new father's magic.

Titania Cassiopeia Black was a strange child.

None knew better than Arcturus Black.

Physically, she was the embodiment of a classic Black. She sported black silky straight hair, piercing grey eyes and had a delicate, noble facial structure. All features that she inherited from him, obviously. She barely inherited anything from Melania, neither through her looks nor her magic.

But that wasn't unusual. Black blood is known to run strong. Lucretia is an anomaly, in that way, taking so much after her mother.

No, physically, there was nothing abnormal about his second daughter.

Psychologically, it was a different story.

Though Titania did well to hide it, it was clear that she was much smarter than she let on. It would probably have been much harder to spot if she was their firstborn instead, but with Lucretia's development as a measuring stick, it was clear that Titania was much different.

For one, Lucretia was an extremely giggly, social baby. Although, it didn't detract from the fact that she fussed almost incessantly. She could barely bear to leave Melania's presence and demanded attention from everyone around her. All in all, she was a very normal, if high maintenance baby, according to St. Mungo's.

Now Titania, on the other hand… couldn't be more different. From the moment she could sit up, she observed the world with sharp, observant eyes. It seemed that nothing escaped her scrutiny.

She rarely cried, and if she did, it wasn't her mother that could calm her down. No, it was his magic. Anytime she was agitated, although those instances were rare enough, a single brush of his magic was enough to settle her.

She also seemed to understand a great deal of what was being said as well, if how she reacted to the Macmillan's visit was any indication.

Melania's parents had never liked him much. In contrast to the Blacks, who were mostly Dark, with a generous smattering of darker Grey magic users, the Macmillans were a Light family, with maybe the faintest touches of Grey here and there. So, obviously, they weren't exactly thrilled to hear about the courtship between him and their only daughter.

Well, Miranda Macmillan was reasonable enough. She only displayed the slightest hints of distaste towards him. It was Cameron Macmillan who had a bone to pick with him. His resentment and loathing of Arcturus knew no bounds. It was understandable, the Black Family Head supposed. He did take his precious daughter away from him.

Well, it may have also been because of the fact that her father had walked in on them snogging with Melania's hands under his shirt in the Macmillan Manor's library. He was barred from ever using the Macmillan archives again.

But semantics. Cameron hated him even before that incident. That only solidified and exponentiated his animosity towards him.

When the Macmillans arrived at Grimmauld Place, they immediately greeted Melania and Lucretia with wide smiles. The small blonde toddler was grinning madly and skittering from side to side, trying to catch her grandparents' attention while Melania happily embraced her parents.

Arcturus stood off to the side, clutching Titania. The duo awkwardly watched the reunion in silence as they waited for their guests to notice them.

And notice them they did. Before long, Miranda's eyes wandered over to the black-haired duo as Cameron happily swung Lucretia around, the strawberry blonde toddler giggling madly.

The woman made her way over to them, eyeing the infant in Arcturus' arms, ignoring the man in question completely. She cooed and held her arms out expectantly.

Arcturus mentally sighed and prepared to hand Titania over, but a tightening on his robes stopped him. He looked down to see Titania's tiny hands tightly fisted in his robes as she eyed at his mother-in-law suspiciously.

Mentally, he cheered. At least one of his children had sense. How could anybody be happy to see the Macmillans? Clearly, Lucretia had inherited the Black Madness. A tragedy.

The woman tutted impatiently. "Melaina, dear, she's adorable. What's her name again?"

Arcturus' lovely wife smiled. "Titania Cassiopeia Black."

Miranda hummed and snatched Titania out of Arcturus' arms. The infant valiantly tried to hold on to him, but in the end the persistent woman pried her off and held her. A whine left the little girl's throat as she looked longingly back at her father.

Arcturus scowled. His daughter didn't like to be separated from him, and frankly, he didn't like to be separated from her either. She was just so small and delicate, and he could never quite forget the fact that she was almost a stillborn. Only by Mother Magic's blessing did her little lungs draw breath.

Titania was a very low-maintenance baby, easy enough to handle that he would regularly take her with him to his study as he worked. She was silent most of the time and she snoozed quite often, though when she was awake, she never kicked up a fuss. She simply watched him wordlessly. Sometimes, she would just stare into space with a look of focus on her face, lips barely moving, as though she was making up words and talking to someone imaginary. And no matter how curious her behavior was, it never bothered him, so he left her to it.

Miranda bounced the baby and Titania looked on with a sour face all the while. "Titania Cassiopeia Black? That's very… Black, isn't it?"

Arcturus' eyes narrowed slightly. What was she trying to imply?

Cameron put Lucretia down and turned to his wife. He bent down to examine the baby.

Titania examined him back, her grey eyes sharp and studying.

The Macmillan Head drew back and glared at Arcturus. "Titania Cassiopeia? I s that really her name? All a load of Black nonsense. Why do you insist on naming these girls so? Especially Lucretia. She should have had a Macmillan name. Lucretia Andromeda is an ill-suited name for a Macmillan. They both deserve proper Scottish names."

Arcturus' face turned to stone. Cameron Macmillan had gone too far.

"Whether you like it or not, Lord Macmillan, they are Blacks, not Macmillans."

The large man narrowed as he stared Arcturus down. "Oh? Is that so?" He smirked down at him. "Lucretia's inherited more Macmillan Magic from my daughter than she has Black Magic from you, hasn't she? Who's to say that this little one wouldn't as well?"

Arcturus gritted his teeth and his eyes narrowed further. "Titania. Her name is Titania."

Cameron scoffed at him. "Titania? What star is that? Is it even a star? Come to think of it, Lucretia's not a star name either. What's wrong, Black? You run out of stars to name your children after?" He asked mockingly.

Arcturus was just beginning to lose his control on his magic. It roiled threateningly, rising up against Cameron. The Macmillan's own magic rose up to counter it.

The Black Lord was not amused. He could tolerate slights against his own person, if it was for the sake of Melania. But his daughters, on the other hand… If anyone dared to slander them, even his own wife's parents, he would release the wrath of the Black Family Magic upon them.

Nobody disgraced the Black Family. Nobody.

Both of the Family Heads wives hurried over to their husbands' sides, ready to stop whatever upcoming conflict that was about to occur, but before either one of the wizards could cast the first spell, there was a bright blue light and a startled yelp from Cameron.

There, glaring as best as she could from Miranda's arms, was Titania, a finger pointed towards Cameron with a few small tendrils of lighting sparking off the end.

Everybody stared down at the little girl in silence, surprised at the bout of accidental magic that had just occurred.

When no one continued to react, Titania squirmed around until she was facing her father, then she reached her hands out in a clear grabbing motion that was unmistakable.

"Papa."

Arcturus' eyes widened in surprise and Melania squealed in pleasure. "Ohhh, her first word! She just said her first word, Arcturus!"

Arcturus nodded and moved to take his daughter back from a stunned Miranda. Immediately Titania wrapped her arms around his neck and cuddled into him, letting out another quiet "Papa…" as she did so.

Melania turned to her parents and frowned sternly. He placed her hands on her hips and turned to her father.

"Father, how many times do I have to tell you not to antagonize Arcturus! I love him and he's my husband, that fact's not going to change no matter how much you hate it! You crossed the line when you questioned the Black Family customs and Arcturus' decisions, both as a Family Head and as a father!"

Cameron visibly wilted in the face of his daughter's ire. "But Melania, dear-"

Melania was having none of it. She stomped her foot angrily and her father cringed back even further. "No! Apologize immediately, father! Arcturus was polite enough to ignore anything you had to say about him, but even I won't tolerate you questioning our decisions about our daughters! Now apologize, otherwise you won't get dinner!"

Arcturus was suddenly reminded why he fell in love with this witch. Even though she was a sweet Hufflepuff most of the time, she had a spine of steel that couldn't be bent by anyone.

Miranda put a hand on her husband's shoulder. "You did go a little overboard there, dear. You know what they say about Blacks and their prides. I was surprised when the boy let us give him a hard time for Melania's sake, so it's no surprise that he would strike back now. Apologize so that we can go eat dinner. I'm sure that Galby made your favorite apple pie for our visit."

In the corner stood a tiny house elf who preened at the mention of his cooking. He snapped his fingers and disappeared, presumably to prepare the meal for everyone.

At the bribe of his favorite treat, Cameron looked visibly torn. Eventually, after a noticeable struggle, he petulantly glared at Arcturus, who raised an eyebrow.

Slowly he ground out, "I beg your pardon, Lord Black. I crossed the line."

Arcturus eyed him for a tense moment, then nodded, turned and headed to the dining room. The rest followed after him, but Lucretia happily bounded up in front to overtake her father as she rushed to their destination.

As they went, Melania joined her father's side. "You're wrong, you know?"

Cameron looked at her with a start. "Wrong? Me? About what?"

Melania smiled. "You're wrong about Titania. Lucretia may have inherited the Macmillan ability from me, but Titania isn't Macmillan in the slightest."

Miranda piped in, intrigued by the conversation. "Oh? Well, how do you suppose that? Isn't it too early to tell? She isn't even a year old yet."

Melania shook her head. "Her Magic bonded to his, not mine. It barely reacts to mine." She paused for a second, then continued. "For a child's Magic to bond to their father's immediately after birth and not even react to their mother's… they must really take after him, no?"

The Lady Black walked ahead of her parents to rejoin her husband, leaving her parents to ponder that thought.

Lucretia Black was the happiest person in the world.

She had the bestest Mummy and Daddy ever, and now she had the cutest little sister!

Well, she wasn't happy before. She didn't want a sister. She didn't want to share Mummy with anybody else. Already Daddy took too much of her time away from Lucretia. But Titania always stayed with Daddy, so it was alright. She never tried to take Mummy away from her.

She always liked playing with her baby sister. And that's what Titania was. A baby. Titania was a little baby and Lucretia had to be a big girl and look after her sister, just like Daddy told her.

"Lucretia, honey, we're going to leave to the Avery's, alright?" Mummy bent down and hugged her. Lucretia hugged her back tightly. She wasn't happy that her and Daddy were leaving for a party without her, but they said that they couldn't take her no matter how much she asked.

But oh well. At least she could play with Titania now!

"Ok, Mummy. Come home soon, ok?"

Daddy paused in putting his coat on and eyes her suspiciously. Lucretia smiled at him innocently and hugged his leg.

"What, Lucretia, you're not going to be mad that we're not taking you? That's awfully strange behavior for you."

She looked up at him with an adorable pout on her lips. "Daddy, I'm a big guwl now. I can't cry whenever you and Mummy leave. I have to be wespawspable and look after Titania now."

He chuckled and ruffled her bouncy strawberry-blonde curls. "You mean 'responsible', love."

Lucretia nodded sagely. "Yes. That."

He examined her a moment longer before he sighed and gently pushed her off his leg. "Alright then. If you say you're ready."

He turned to the house elf standing diligently to the side. "Galby. Take care of the children. We'll return in a few hours."

The tiny elf snapped into a salute. "Of course, Masters Black, sirs! Galby will do a fine job in watching the little Black misses!"

Mummy smiled down at it. "Thank you, Galby. We'll be on our way then. Contact us if anything happens."

"Of course, Lady Black, Ma'ams!"

Daddy held his hand out and Mummy took it before they walked into the Floo together. They nodded at her before disappearing in brilliant green flames.

Lucretia grinned at the sight. After briefly waving to Galby, she ran all the way to Titania's room.

There, snoozing in her cradle, was her little baby sister.

Lucretia grinned gleefully and peeked through the bars. Her baby sister was so tiny and chubby! She was curled up in a small ball with a fluffy blanket on top. The only part of her that was visible was her head. Her hair was getting a little long now and fluttered with every breath the baby took.

The eldest daughter of the Black family silently watched her sister sleep before she decided to wake her. She stuck her arm through the bars of the cradle and softly patted her.

It didn't take much to rouse the infant. Slowly, eyelids fluttered open and bleary grey eyes met Lucretia's own mercurial orbs. Titania blinked a few times before her face scrunched up in a tiny yawn.

Lucretia cooed. Her baby sister was the absolute cutest!

She slid her a finger into Titania's hand and smiled when it tightened around the digit.

Softly, making sure that she wouldn't startle the baby, because Mummy said that they didn't like loud noises, she said, "Hello, sister! It's me, big sis Lucretia!"

Titania blinked at her and gurgled out a response. "Lukiiiiii ta ta."

Lucretia grinned brilliantly and nodded. "That's right! Lucretia!" Her brows furrowed a hint. "But you can call me big sis if you want."

Titania's nose scrunched up. "Sissy?"

Lucretia beamed. "That's right! I'm yowe sissy! And yow're my baby sissy." She leaned in close, as if to divulge a secret. "Don't tell Mummy and Daddy, but I think I wuv you the most! Even more than Mummy! Because yow're so cute!" She drew back and puffed out her chest confidently. "And so I'm gonna be the best big sissy there ewa was! I'll pwotect you from evewything, just like Daddy said! My little sis 'Tanya!"

Slowly, the infant's eyes filled with tears and she silently tried to wipe them away.

Lucretia panicked at the sudden turn of events. What happened? Was she too loud like Mummy warned? Was Titania upset? Did she want Daddy again?

Before she could call Galby in her panic, Titania reached out again and grabbed her finger. Her baby sister smiled blindingly bright at her. "Lucy sissy."

Lucretia beamed, all her previous worries forgotten. Of course, her sister was the cutest! There was no one cuter!

She eyed the doorway pensively. She wondered if…

She smiled down at a bemused Titania. "Little sis 'Tanya, do you want to pway wif me?"

Slowly, the infant nodded.

Wasting no time, Lucretia unbolted the side of the cradle so that it fell outwards. She was quite adept in handling the cradle, as it had been hers before she had gotten a brand new big girl bed.

She held her hands out for her little sister to take. "Come, Tanya! Let's go pway!"

The infant eyed her for a long moment before she nodded and wriggled around, twisting her tiny body until it was positioned in such a way that she could easily slide out of the side of the cradle.

Lucretia helped her sister as much as she could, but she couldn't do very much. Titania was heavy, and she was only three, no matter how much of a big girl she was.

Eventually, after much maneuvering, Titania was able to make it safely to the ground.

The two eyed each other in triumph before Lucretia turned on her heel and ran out of the nursery. "Come on, Titania! Let's go to my room!" She ignored her sister's startled cry and continued to make her way over to her bedroom.

Lucretia was so excited. She had never played with Titania like this before. Her parents were always here, which was boring. And Titania was always with Daddy when he was here. She never left his side, which meant that she would never see her because he would disappear into his study with her for hours at a time.

But now they could play! They'd have so much fun together! They could play with dolls and try on pretty new dresses and read Beetle the Bard!

She arrived at her room and turned to the doorway, expectantly waiting for her sister to arrive.

After a minute, she got tired of waiting and decided to find her sister herself. She should have known. Babies are always slow. Only big girls are fast. She would need to help her sister be faster otherwise they would never get to playing before their parents got home!

"Titania? Little sis? Where are you?"

She trotted back in the direction of the nursery, looking around in case her sister was lurking somewhere in a corner.

Finally she spotted her sister, and when she saw what Titania was doing, her eyes widened and she squealed in glee.

There, off to the side, was her sister standing on wobbly legs. She was tightly clutching a nearby stand that had a handful of ornate candlesticks resting on the surface. Slowly she turned around and stared Lucretia down with a grumpy look on her face. "Lucy."

"Tanya! You're standing! You're standing!"

Lucretia rushed forward to get a better look, but then the unthinkable happened.

As Lucretia ran forward to stop suddenly at Titania's unsteady side, the rug shifted under the force of Lucretia's sudden halt. That in turn made the stand that was standing on the rug tilt threateningly. Titania swayed with the stand she was heavily leaning on.

Lucretia's eyes widened in panic and she shot a hand out to steady the stand. However, while the stand may have stayed upright, the heavy gold candlestick resting at the edge didn't.

It tilted and toppled as if in slow motion towards Titania's surprised form.

THUNK

Titania blinked very slowly before she brought her hand up to her forehead. It came back stained red. Her eyes filled with realization and she glared mutinously at a spot above her for a split second before turning away.

Lucretia's heart stopped as she watched deep red liquid flow down her sister's forehead into her eyes. Her eyes filled with tears and her lips trembled violently. Her chest tightened painfully in fear.

"Oh no, oh no oh no oh no- GALBY! HELP!"

Lucretia rushed forward and pressed her hand into her sister's head, trying to get the red liquid to stop staining her sister's face.

A split second later, their diminutive house-elf appeared before them. "You called, Miss Lucretia, Ma'am?" The moment after he posed the question he took in the situation his two mistresses had gotten themselves into.

Lucretia looked at him with teary, beseeching eyes, hands stained with blood, embracing her sister tightly. Titania, on the other hand, looked confused by the entire situation and had a hand up to her wound in a futile effort to staunch the blood.

"G-Galby, I-I'm so sowwy, I didn't know… Tanya, she's hurt! She has so many bloods! Pwease help her! Pwease!"

Galby snapped his fingers and vanished, only to reappear a moment later with a bottle clutched firmly in his hands. He removed Titania's tiny form from Lucretia's hands and carefully poured the Murtlap Essence onto the wound.

Ever so slowly, the skin began to knit together, leaving only a faint scar in the shape of a lightning bolt.

Lucretia sobbed in relief. This was all her fault. If she had never taken Titania out of her crib, if she hadn't left her alone, if she hadn't run, her baby sister wouldn't have gotten hurt. It was all her fault! She stepped forward and hugged her sister tightly, burying her face in Titania's baby fine black locks.

Galby drew back and informed them curtly, "I is going to retrieve Lord and Lady Black, Miss Lucretia, Ma'am. Galby will be back soon."

He snapped his fingers once more and faded into nothingness.

"I'm so sowwy, Tanya! I didn't mean to hurt you! I'm sowwy!"

She felt a small hand patting her own and looked down. Titania had a small smile on her face as she gazed up at Lucretia. "'S ok, Lucy. Fine. I fine."

Lucretia broke into even louder tears. Even though her baby sister was hurt, she said that she was fine! She wasn't even crying! She was supposed to be the big girl here, not Titania!

Before she could respond, Mummy and Daddy arrived in the room alongside Galby with a sharp crack.

As soon as Daddy saw Titania's blood-stained form, his face darkened with absolute fury and the pictures around them rattled threateningly. He swooped down and grabbed Titania from Lucretia's trembling arms and looked down at his eldest.

"What. Happened?"

Lucretia's knees trembled and a large ball was struck in her throat. Daddy was really mad at her. What should she-

Mummy knelt down next to her and ran her fingers through her curls soothingly. The familiar gesture calmed Lucretia down enough to pay attention to what was happening in front of her.

"It's ok, darling. Just tell Daddy what happened."

Lucretia took a deep breath before everything came spilling out. "I… I'm so sowwy, Daddy! I wanted to pway wif Tanya and so I took her out of her cradle, and we were going to my room, then, then, Tanya was slow so I went to get her and she was standing up wif the table and the mat swipped and the thing fwell and- Daddy, It's all my fault, I'M SO SOWWY! WAAAHHHHHH!"

She burst into tears and sprung herself into her mother's arms. Mummy muttered that it was ok and patted her back.

Daddy angrily turned to Galby. "And you weren't there to prevent this?"

Galby's lip trembled and his ears shuddered. "Noes, Master Black, sirs, Galby was not! Galby was tending to the young Misses dinners, sirs! Galby will punish himself thoroughly, Master Black, sirs!" The house elf picked up the bloodied candlestick that had rolled off to the side in the commotion. "Galby will punish himself with the same candlestick that hurt Miss Titania, Ma'am until Galby getses a scar too!"

Daddy's eyes widened as he turned back to Titania. He wiped as much of the drying blood off of her as he could and examined her. "A scar? She got a scar?"

Galby sobbed pitifully as he wacked himself with the candlestick repeatedly. "Yes, Master Black, sirs, a scar! On her forehead! The Murtlap Essence couldn't remove it, sirs!"

Daddy pushed Titania's sticky hair back and examined her forehead for a scar. But before he could do anything about it, Titania's tiny, insistent hands pushed his away from her. Surprised, he looked down to meet her stern gaze.

"I's fine. Papa. I's fine."

She turned to the self-abusing house elf. "Gabby. Stap. I's fine. Stap."

The house elf miserably ceased his self-punishment and turned to his young mistress. "Miss Black, Ma'am?"

The infant defiantly shook her head and pointed to the candlestick, then to the ground, her meaning clear. "Stap."

The elf reluctantly put the candlestick to the ground, but with one more look at his little mistress' bloody visage, he wailed loudly and disapparated.

Daddy angrily sighed and shook his head before he looked at Titania. She smiled t him and wrapped her tiny hand around his large finger. "Papa."

All the anger melted out of him and he pulled her close to his chest to hug her. He turned with tired eyes to Mummy, who was still hugging Lucretia. The eldest heiress of the Black House was still sniffling miserably in her mother's arms.

"Lucretia, honey, it wasn't your fault Titania got hurt, alright? Accidents happen sometimes. It wasn't your fault."

Lucretia didn't believe her, but she sniffed and nodded. "Ok. Is Tanya going to be ok?"

Daddy nodded. "Yes. She'll be fine. Just…" He sighed and shut his eyes for a moment. "Just don't let Titania out of her crib again, alright? If you want to play with her, just tell us and we'll help you so that accidents like this don't happen again."

Lucretia nodded vigorously. She didn't want anything like this to happen ever again. Because of her carelessness, her baby sister had gotten hurt. That was unacceptable. She was the big sister. She couldn't let anything happen to her little sister ever again. It was her duty to protect her, and by the Black name, she would swear to protect her.

She would become the best big sister ever.

And that was a promise.

Aaaannndd that's a wrap! I hope you all enjoyed! Have an epically awesomesauce day and I'll see you all later! Peace out!