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A/N:
This is my first fanfic so please review and read. All reviews that are helpful are greatly appreciated. Leave a review with the title of your story and I'll gladly return the review/read favor.
BTW: It is around mid-November, 1981
Late October, 1981: "End of 1WW"
Characters:
Jonathon Avery: February 30, 1972 (10)
Carina Lestrange: November 19, 1974 (7)
Caelum Lestrange: January 28, 1979 (3)
Draco Malfoy: June 5, 1980 (1)
Neville Longbottom: July 30, 1980 (1)
Susan Bones: October 5, 1979 (2)
Emma McKinnon: May 29, 1978 (3)
Harry Potter: July 31, 1980 (1)
Ginny Weasley: August 11, 1981 (3 months)
Ron Weasley: March 1, 1980 (1)
Weasley Twins: April 1, 1977 (4)
Percy Weasley: August 22, 1976 (5)
Charlie Weasley: December 12, 1973 (7)
William (Bill) Weasley: November 29, 1971 (9)
Nymphadora Tonks: September 9, 1973 (8)
Pyxis Alexandra Black: March 9, 1980 (1)
Arcturus Orion Black (born 7 minutes earlier): March 9, 1980 (1)
Lucretia Black nee Weasley, wife of Regulus, only sister of Arthur (Arthur, brother, Lucretia, brother)
Anyway, let the story continue!
Chapter 3: Meeting the Weasleys
Molly looked down at her husband's limp form and was frightened, "Arthur? Arthur!? Arthur!" she began to yell before catching herself. She bent over and checked his pulse. She breathed a heavy sigh of relief. He was just asleep. She Quickly turned her attention back to the matter at hand, the child currently wading through the Weasley wards. Quickly muttering the countercourse to the standard sleeping charm, Molly leveled her wand at her husband ready to perform the basic legilimancy she knew.
-JAJAJA- (Italics: Jonathon's thoughts; Bold+italics: Letter)
Meanwhile, a ten year-old boy was waking up to the sound of crying, "What is sleep? Sleep is necessary. Oh, to hell." With that he urged his body into motion. Sighing, he threw back his covers and fell out of his bed with a light thud. He pushed himself up and dragged his body towards the crying child. Peering into the crib, he saw it was Neville. Jonathon sighed, "Why? Carina, dear, sweet cousin, why!?" He continued muttering and picked up the meowling child. The child quickly stopped crying and instead peered at Jon curiously. This only resulted in more sighing from Jon. He put Neville in his arm and carefully tread down the steps to the kitchen, maybe Neville was hungry? He hastily found some "baby food" and shuffled around for a spoon before setting the baby down in a chair. He retrieved a bib, put the bib on Neville and began spoon-feeding the baby. He sighed and hoped things were different in the girls' rooms.
After feeding Neville, he looked around for something to wipe the child's mouth with. He sighed and caught sight of a piece of parchment on the coffee table. He strode to it and cursed aloud while reading. Of course she just had to be a rash Gryffindor. He sighed and continued, tearing it apart with sass.
"Dear Jonathon," the letter began.
"Uh oh, using anyone's full name was a bad sign." He thought right off the bat.
"I couldn't sleep, sorry."
"Why would you be sorry, not being able to sleep makes perfect, rational sense given the circumstances." He shook his head.
"I am going to go to the Weasleys' now."
"If you weren't I would be worried. I am like where else would you go...The Malfoys? They are currently under investigation. Besides..." He interrupted his own musings and turned his attention back to the letter.
"Sorry I did not say bye."
"Yes, I am actually mildly offended to be completely honest."
"Good luck."
"Awww, thank you. I wish you luck as well!"
"I will find Madam Bones."
"I hope you do, but you may want to be more warm in your approach in person. Good thing I'm writing the letter." He smiled to himself and cast a quick glance at the...what in the name of Atlantis was Neville doing?! He reluctantly left the letter behind and picked up some cleaning cloths from the kitchen. Sure, the simple cleaning charm would have been easier, but... He sighed quickly finished the letter and retuned to his task of cleaning up after Neville and feeding him his breakfast.
-MWMWMW-
Molly Weasley strode out of the home to the surprised-looking child, "Hello child, what's wrong? Why are you here? Who are you?" Molly Weasly said as she slyly angled her wand into a more beneficial position fearing a trap, the war may be over, but there were still death eaters on the loose and even if this girl had no ill intentions to her or her family. Now she was just sounding like Mad-eye. She sighed as the girl ordered her thoughts.
"Well, first of all, my name is Carina and I'm a seven-year-old girl. My mother said to come here, she said you were nice and could help me. Then she left." Carina replied, "It's okay, I won't hurt you. It's not like I can, well, I could, umm..." Carina trailed off and stared determinedly at the ground beneath her feet.
Molly chuckled, "It's fine and I'm sorry." She tucked her wand away and held out her hand, "Well, I am Molly Weasley, you have found us." Carina noticeably cheered up and wilted at the same time. "Here child, come inside, would you like some food?" Molly's motherly nature took over and she naturally felt sorry for the poor girl. Also, what type of mother left their child and in the middle of Devonshire? Oh well, she also could see the child had no wand and sensed no grave threat or danger; besides, she had passed through the wards so far. She walked the girl, Carina, the rest of the way to the Weasley home. She smiled at her surprised and apprehensive face, "It's perfectly safe dear, magic has its limits, but this house is safe and secure. She took out her wand cast a charm at the door and then pressed firmly. "Here, please. I assure you, all will be well." Carina entered and gasped at the truly magical, very complex home before her eyes. "Umm, wow..." Carina's eyes darted back and worth between the sweeping brooms and bright green pipes that crisscrossed across the walls. Her period of observation was interrupted by a new voice.
"Who is that?!" Molly's husband, Arthur asked, his voice surprised and slightly angry.
"A little girl, Carina. She merely requests our help. Its fine, she poses no threat. But I do believe she needs some food and rest." Molly said to Arthur, "What types of foods do you like, Carina?" Arthur content with that answer turned away and went back into wherever he came from.
"Oh, any food is good, but I don't really like eggs or spinach." Carina said truthfully with a grimace, "But I just ate, less than an hour ago, today."
"Of course" Molly says as she smiled a little, "But I expect you at breakfast nonetheless. Here, I'll show you your room, follow me please." Molly started up the stairs with the little girl following behind with her backpack in tow.
"My mother said you guys would be nice, and you really are. Thank you for helping me!" Carina said appreciatively. As they head up the stairs.
"Of course, your welcome Carina, here this is your room, I'm truly sorry about the size." Molly Weasley said warmly.
"Oh, it's okay." The child happily replied as she sat down, on her new bed? Her face contorted with confusion. No wait, sofa! Ha! The feeling of triumph flood though her veins.
"Anything I can help you with?" Molly asked, catching the confusion and hesitance evident on Carina's face.
"Oh, umm, could you please, uh, change the sofa into a bed? Please Mrs. Weasley?" Carina requested politely.
"Of course." Molly smiled and a transfiguration charm and long-lasting charm ensued, "That should be good. Well can I please ask you a personal question."
"Umm, sure?" Carina replied, hesitant.
Molly smiled comfortingly, "Who is your mother, child?" Molly asked, overcome with curiosity.
"Oh, I don't actually know her name, sorry. She was always "mum or mother" to me. Sorry, for not really answering." Carina said thinking about what her mother's name might be. She knew her mother must have a sister, how else would she have an "Auntie Cissy". Hmm... Carina wasn't in the loop about current events and other information about the crrent state of the nation concerning the war and the people in it. Her mother decided that was the best course of action. Narcissa Malfoy and the other Malfoys honored Carina's mother's and tried not to mention other information concerning current events that Carina might notice, "Though I wish I knew. Hmm, I wonder..." She trailed off, deep in thought.
"Its okay, soon, we'll have a family meeting, which will be during dinner about what to do with you, little one. But, I still expect you at breakfast." Molly declared sternly as she turned around about to head back down before casting a quick charm and yelling, "Percy, Charlie, Bill, Fred, George!"
"Yes mum!?" they answered. The had learned not to test the matron Weasley. The sound of thudding feet echoed throughout the house.
Molly winked to Carina and the two of them waited, Molly disapprovingly and Carina anxiously. Meanwhile, Molly elaborated on the house and the Weasleys. When the gaggle arrived, Molly glared sternly and said, loudly, "Come up and say hello to our new guest, Carina she is staying here for a while. I hope you guys are nice to her and respect her privacy!" This last part was aimed at Fred and George, "Now come on!" Molly then introduced her children to the timid Carina before ordering her children to disperse. She looked at Carina and reminded her to go take a shower, "Carina, please, the bathroom connected to our room should be sufficiently stocked. She then went downstairs to finish cooking breakfast. The other children had already quickly scattered and Carina followed. She scampered away to her new room.
"Bill?!" Molly Weasley yelled.
"Yes?!" Her eldest son called back.
"Keep an eye on the little ones for me please!" she called
"Of course mum!" He called back.
"Thanks!" Molly finished before finally removing the stasis charm and starting to cook.
Carina went through her room to a nearby bathroom a shower and changing into new clothes Carina found in her backpack. Molly's voice magically filled the house demanding their presence and Carina hastily complied with a smile.
"Good morning Carina. I'm glad to see you could find the bathroom" Molly said as she saw Carina coming down the stairs with damp hair.
"Good morning Mrs. Weasley." Carina answered as she took the empty seat next to two redheads who were having a staring competition. She didn't notice the pitying glances cast toward her at her misfortune.
Almost immediately after she sat down a loud male voice interrupted, "Hello!" One of the boys said. "I'm Forge and this is Gred," Forge said as he gestured to an identical replica of himself beside him. Carina merely nodded and tilted her head. "That's Percy..." Gred continued, "he's no fun!" Forge complained as the two twins nodded in his glaring brother's direction.
"Umm, okay." Carina said as she looked at her plate.
"Boys, be nice." Molly instructed, "the twins are actually named Fred and George." she finished to Carina. She the passed some of the food to Carina who gratefully took it and serve herself before realizing something.
"Wait, which one is George and why do they do this?" Carina asked obviously confused.
"What?" one of the twins asked innocently.
"No idea." Charlie grumbled with a smile in her direction, "To both."
"Really you call yourselves our brothers", Fred? said with a shake of his head. Many of the people at the table just shook their heads, face-palmed, and/or continued to eat with indifference. Carina just slowly enjoyed the delicious food.
"Wait, do you guys have an owl? I want to send a letter to my Auntie Cissy." Carina asked after a long period (for the Weasleys) of healthy silence from everyone, even the twins who seemed to be enjoying their food.
"Of course, you can. Have the letter ready by lunch and we can send it." Molly said with a smile.
"Thank you!" Carina gushed.
"Of course. Perhaps we could invite her over?" Molly suggested fondly.
"That sounds great, I'll ask in my letter!" Carina promised.
"Of course!" Molly said affectionately. Perhaps Ginny would be like this too, a nice break from all her awful boys.
"Hey, she's our mom!" George? said innoceontly.
"I love you all, and I don't know why." Molly said with sigh. The rest of dinner was filled with polite coversation, fart jokes, pranks, and crying. Just typical mealtime with the Weasleys. Carina was exhausted and sped off to her room after breakfast finished. So she went upstairs to her room and flopped onto her bed.
-BLBLBL-
Meanwhile in a cell in Azkaban, a mother was thinking of her daughter all alone in the wide, dark world. What would happen to her? Her happy memories already been sucked away, the love was leaving her. She could only remember her daughter out of fear of what would happe to her. Out of anger due to her creation. She sighed. Dementation occured after 40 seconds of exposure. She had been here since... She couldn't remember. Her passion for the Dark Lord also remained, after all, he did not care for her in return. His most loyal servant. She was merely a puppet, a fierce warrior, prodigy, best in her generation but still merely a puppet. She knew the dark lord would come back and rescue her, eventually; if he thought her loyal. That wasn't really a happy thought so it remained. She also knew she would receive life sentence, also not a very happy thought. I mean, her trial was scheduled for "soon," but she and everyone else knew it was just a façade. She would be stuck here for life. This meant that even after she died her body would remain in this cell. Her bones would turn to dust or they would need to use this cell, then her body or whatever was left would be thrown into the dementor pit. Besides she knew what the others did not. The Dark Lord would return for he had not truly died, so she waited and bided her time. All the while she suffered under the dementors' wraths. And so, she fell and slowly her state of mind deterioated while she further descended into madness; however, she never forgot the little girl she left behind to fend for herself in the real world. So when her sister came to visit her a little while later she reminded dear Cissy before that memory was gone too.
-NMNMNM-
"Bella! What has happened to you?!" A fearful Narcissa asked once the gaurd retreated to a corner. Well at least the Malfoy funds were good for something, and with Sirius locked up in here with Bellatrix and Andromeda kicked out of the family, a sizeable amount of wealth had been given to her. Wow, the Black family was disappearing and it had once been so large and powerful. There were no heirs left. Regulus, dead; Cygnus, dead; Orion, also dead. Walburga, insane and probably dead. Andromeda kicked out for marrying that mudblood, Alphard dead without issue, and now Bellatrix and Sirius locked up in Azkaban for life. It was just her and Arcturus and his wife was too old to have children. Oh wait, the little twins. She really hope they survived past the age of five. Narcissa sighed and nearly missed the sound of her sister's drawling voice.
"I got locked in Azkaban full of demons that suck the happiness from your soul, Cissy." Bellatrix Lestrange growled bluntly. Narcissa snapped her focus back onto the withering form of her once beautiful sister and barely resisted the temptation to wince.
"I've got to do something for you, here at least have some chocolate." Narcissa took some chocolate out of her pocket and tried to hand her sister a piece.
"Oi! What's that?" The guard in the corner yelled. Narcissa rolled her eyes.
"Some chocolate it helps people cope with the effect of the dementors. What were you guys thinking! You lock people in here accused of being mentally unstable, well guess what?Locking them in here for even a week with soul-sucking dementors is going to seal the deal on their "madness"! They also should have basic neccesities, clean beds, a toilet, not mold on their floor!" Narcissa ranted. She took a deep breath, "We had a deal, do you really want to renegade on that promise... Auror Lee?" Her voice was an eerie calm and the Auror sighed and waved a hand. None of the guards nor Aurors actually wanted to be here. The pay was just much better and the bribes paid out from friends and family to visit their incarcerated loved ones certainly acted as an incentive. With that Narcissa Malfoy, formerly Narcissa Black handed the entire bar of chocolate to Bellatrix.
"Thank you Cissy" Bellatrix began, reaching for the chocolate. She tore off a piece and devoured it before continuing, "Now remember my daughter, Carina?" Narcissa nodded, "She should be with the Weasleys, please try to retrieve her and raise her like your own." Bellatrix paused and quickly gobbled up another piece of chocolate, "Please, ensure the safety of all the others, Madam Bones would be willing to help I'm sure. She's very... fair and her niece is still there. No need to waste magical blood. At least she gave me a trial! Ha!" Bellatrix cackled, "I must say, your Patronus matches you sister."
Narcissa smiled, but her face soon turned grave, "Of course, Bella. I would always. And that is a good suggestion." Narcissa assured her. She quickly leaned forward and whispered, "If you are an Animagus just turn into your animal if the dementors come. They do not like to feed off of those who are less than human." She took a step back and she blinked away the thin film of water that was spreading over her eyes, "Now I'm very sorry sweet sister, but I most go, I love you and will come again soon, if possible... Here read this book, and add to it. It as magical additional pages. All you have to do is will it and your words will appear in the book. It was once yours and I think you might need it and should have it again. Even if you lose your memories, you can keep these words. Here's some more chocolate too." She removed a journal and another bar of chocolate. "Goodbye."
"Take care Cissy." A harsh voice whispered, "I love you too. Please, check on Sirius.'
"Of course" Narcissa answered, she smiled to her sister and walked towards the guard. "Thank you for your time." she said, "Now please, bring me to Sirius Black."
"Madam..." Lee began.
"Here are an additional fifty galleons, Auror Lee. I hope your daughter makes a swift recovery." Narcissa removed a pouch from her robes and waited.
"Of course. Two minutes, Madam Malfoy." The Auror took the pouch and led the way down, to a cell even colder than Bella's.
When had things gone so wrong? Why had things gone so wrong. She prayed Lucius would be saved from this hell. She couldn't take it. She had already lost so much to this pointless war. Narcissa sighed and followed, her Patronus not so far behind. Jesus this place was awful. When she had first entered the labyrinth of cells she could even hear the screams as the dementors got drunk on new inmates. A quick charm had blocked out the sound and no matter how many other charms she had cast, the cold feeling of dread still lingered around didn't have to travel too far and soon they were upon his cell. Like with Bellatrix the Auror retreated to a reasonable distance and Narcissa leaned forward to the bars, "Sirius?" she called. How long had he been her already? Poor man, true he had murdered his best friends and blown up at least twelve Muggles. Alas, he was still family.
"I didn't do it." a shaky male voice answered her, then it grew in strength, "I know that's what you're thinking. Well, I hate to disappoint, but I didn't do it. I didn't even get a trial."
"What?!" Narcissa exploded.
A cold chuckle reached her ears, "You of all people should know that money is power and our government is corrupt. After all you married, Malfoy." Sirius ended with a sneer.
"We've already been through this many times, and I am aware of our Ministry's," she paused, "ineptitude. Anyway, many did not get a trial, I'm working on that right now, but you have already been sentenced. It was all over the news. There's not much I can do. For that to happen Fudge, Crouch, and Dumbledore would have had to work together. You know I can't do anything about that."
"I know." Sirius sighed and Narcissa heard a thud, "Well, I am quite touched that you came and visited me. Tell me Cissy, how is dearest Bella doing?"
"She's..." Narcissa trailed off, how to describe Bellatrix now?
"Mmhmm. Still clinically insane?" Sirius asked innocently, mirth in his eyes.
"Sirius!"
"Yes, yes. Well? Why else are you here, besides to see my handsome, chiseled face?"
"Sirius, here is some chocolate. It's not much but it should help. Also here is a journal. If you will it, it will write it. She looked back at the Auror who was starting to look quite peaky. Now, I must depart. I'm sorry Sirius. I can't do much, but I shall try." She could have called in an elf to apparated them all away. Alas, she knew deep down that that would not help anyone at this point in time.
"Cissy, I know." Sirius sighed, "I also know I should say you shouldn't have come, but I am glad you did." he gave a slight smile, "I wish you the best of luck, cousin." He slumped away from the bars and huddled into a corner. Narcissa wiped away a tear and headed back to the Auror.
"Auror Lee, please contact whoever is your superior. Madam Bones still runs the Auror Department correct? Or have they found a replacement? Here is another two galleons."
"No, Madam Bones still serves, They say Crouch will serve till things quiet down a bit, but everyone knows Bones pretty much runs Law Enforcement and the Aurors."
"Well then, please tell her that Narcissa Malfoy would like to talk to her about the conditions in Azkaban and little Miss Susan Bones, Amelia's niece. I think she would be very interested in this. Of course I will be stopping by her office soon, but this early information would probably make this all a little easier."
"I'd be delighted to." Lee responded.
"What is your daughter's name, Auror Lee?"
"Rachel. She was always so sweet and lively. She would always be secretly awake when I came home and would "surprise" me as she leapt from her pretend sleep."
"She sounds like a sweet girl, here, take these galleons. If anything happened to my son I would be devastated, I hope nothing too serious happens to little Rachel Lee."
"Thank you, Madam Malfoy."
"Narcissa is fine."
"Well, thank you Narcissa. I will never understand we people say the Malfoys are evil and cold. Well, I don't know why everyone hates you for sure."
Narcissa raised an eyebrow, "Probably due to the fact that my family aren't really the best of people. Still, they are family. Oh, did you know Sirius Black never got a trial?"
"What!"
"Exactly! Well please pass along the message to Director Bones. And thank you for all your help." By this point they had made it make to the top of the prison.
"Thank you for yours." Narcissa responded in turn. She bowed then accio'd a broomstick which she carefully climbed onto before heading out over that dreadful dark lake to solid land.
The ride was actually surprisingly peaceful, but once she felt herself passing through the prison's wards she hastily tilted her broomstick down, landed in the marsh, and apparated away.
End of Chapter 3
PLEASE ANSWER:
Should I kind of keep mentioning whose point of view a section is in in the beginning of each section per section? Was that too confusing?
Damn, writing at 2 am is just glorious...
And this is the longest chapter yet at 4, 282 words! Wow...
Thank you for reading... I mean if you got this far I must be doing something right-ish.
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