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Bowie strained her ears to hear the voices, coming from above the basement she was being held in. She was unable to make out any words. She flinched once the door burst open to reveal a familiar brat of a Slytherin, standing in the doorway.
A mixture of emotions were in his green eyes; consisting of concern, anger, and sadness on her behalf. "Frost, what has that idiot done to you?"
"Malfoy," sneered a broken Bowie. "Of all people, you're working for my dumb half-brother."
Malfoy frowned. "I didn't know he was even holding let alone torturing you."
"So? What does it matter?" Bowie asked, scowling at the fearful boy whose eyes snapped to the book Rome had been reading from.
An idea formed in his mind. He picked up the book, walking over to Bowie. "This is for the best as it's the only way I can help you."
Bowie felt her nostrils flaring. What was he about to do? "Um, what are you-"
"I'm going to help you learn the truth of what really happened to your parents, but you can't tell anyone. And, I might be snogging your cousin in secret." Malfoy smirked, causing Bowie to scrunch her face up in disgust.
It was information she did not need. Cringing, she asked anyway. "Millicent Bulstrode? Her and I are hardly family."
Pursing his pale pink lips into a thin line of aggravation he shook his head. "You're gonna learn eventually, but NOW isn't the time. I have five minutes to do this for you."
Bowie sighed, grimacing. She was stiff due to the everlasting pain in her limbs. "What exactly are you doing?"
Closing his eyes, Malfoy held up his wand to her forehead. He concentrated on the book, mumbling a small spell. "Giving you the memories in the book as if they were your own. It will help you in more ways than one."
Bowie watched a tiny blue light, extract the memories. She held her breath as everything played out in her mind.
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Small cries of the infant child could be heard, causing the mother to beam with pride.
"And, what pray tell shall you name this child?" a shaggy haired, gaunt, bone thin man softly asked the woman. His eyes held joy at seeing the bundle of joy.
The woman and her husband traveled to a home known as Grimmauld Place.
"We haven't a name," confessed Tristan, slinging an arm around Freya's shoulders.
"What about a Guardian?" Sirius Black asked, curiously.
"Found the perfect one. His name is Roman Vela." Hades appeared, accompanied by a young man, clutching his shoulder.
"Please do call me, Rome." He spoke, revealing a tiny portion of a hispanic background.
"What about a godparent for the child?" Sirius Black wondered, lifting an eyebrow at the happy couple. He didn't trust the likes of Roman Vela, considering something was off with the guy.
Freya gathered her thoughts. She couldn't believe her eyes at the sight of this Rome character. He looked like the spitting image of her dead uncle from her mother's side of the family.
"We opted for Lily Potter to be the godmother. We'd go with James Potter for the godfather, but we're willing to make an exception." Tristan informed the man.
"They're a trustworthy family, but I wouldn't mind looking after your little one if ever the dark lord does rise to power one day." Sirius eagerly noted, asking to hold the baby.
The infant giggled, reaching up to tug on his long raven hair whilst gurgling.
"We'd be happy to have you as well, Sirius." Freya kindly smiled at the man. She could sense the overwhelming dread of their days being numbered. She had to create a plan to protect her baby at all costs.
"Freya, I need a word in private." Hades motioned her over.
Freya quickened her pace over to her father. A tug at her heartstrings. A frown etched onto her face. "Yes, father?"
"Remember to produce one more offspring in case this plan goes south," Hades spoke, rubbing his chin. He wasn't kidding or cutting up like he usually did. His sense of humor was dried up at the prospect.
"I will." Freya agreed. She already loved her infant daughter so she could imagine having two to three children. If not more.
No more than a year passed when the unthinkable took place.
Freya sat bouncing her one year old on her knee; the toddler squealing with delight.
Tristan was in the process of making dinner when the worst occurred.
Rome zapped into the kitchen, startling the man. He pulled a dagger from his belt, sticking it deep into the rising chest of Tristan. A smirk evident on his face. He tugged on his hood of the black robe he wore to shield his face from the woman, and child. He slowly made his way into the cozy, tiny living room where they sat near a fireplace. He'd already obliterated Hades.
The toddler was the first to release a frustrated cry, able to sense danger nearby.
Freya whipped around to find a dark figure looming close to them. She remembered her pact to her father, and husband. Both were different. She promised her husband that if ever danger stepped onto their doorstep that she would take their child, apparate, go into hiding, and never look back. She scooped up her daughter apparating to a dark yet cozy home.
"Freya, what in Merlin's beard-?" Sirius Black started to ask until his eyes caught the tears trailing down her face. He immediately stopped himself, pulling the mother-daughter duo further into his home. "Was it the dark lord, Freya?"
Freya nodded, sniffling. She let Sirius pull her into a long, comforting embrace. She didn't know what else to do. "Now, what will I do to save my daughter? There's no one to extract one of two powers from the girl."
"The only way possible is to have a set of twins. Where's Tristan?" Sirius asked, missing the bigger picture.
"Dead. It twas the doing of the dark lord." Freya sobbed harder. Her toddler, releasing shrieks of pain due to her mother's pain, and bitterness.
"How about we put your daughter to bed, and get you a cup of tea to relax your nerves, sweetheart." Sirius lightly suggested. He slowly retrieved the baby girl from the mother, soothing the child to where she instantly fell asleep in his arms.
Freya watched him scurry up the stairs with the girl. A glow of warmth, melting her heart in dark times.
Though, a terrible night; it would be one she would forever remember. It'd be the night she'd end up falling for Sirius without realizing it. Another year would pass, bringing twins of theirs into the world to hopefully save the oldest daughter of Freya.
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Bowie tasted, a metallic copper in her mouth. She licked her lips to find it was somehow busted, and bleeding. Her eyes slowly creaked open to find sunlight, flitting into the room.
Rome clapped his hands, unchaining the girl. "Bowie, we are to have company over. You are to shower, and change into something decent."
Bowie blinked, failing to go against her tormentor. "How can I-?"
Rome made a tub appear. He also conjured up some clothing, laying it on the rail of the stairs. "Don't make me bathe you. Be ready in fifteen."
Bowie struggled against the chains, keeping her in place. "Shouldn't you release me?"
"Right." Rome snapped his fingers as the weakened, broken girl dropped to her knees. He stopped at the door, turning to add a jerky remark. "Act like a lady, will you?"
Bowie had trouble standing. Her legs were wobbly, and gave way a few times. She didn't want Rome touching any part of her body. Regardless, of the fact that she was, now, aware that he was not family. The girl was also aware of Rome being a murderer.
Rome had made it seem like the work of the dark lord so no blame could be pinned on him.
"Listen to me, Bowie Antoinette Frost, you will get through this travesty." The voice of Professor Bennington echoed in her mind to show she wasn't alone.
"How?" Bowie croaked, attempting to climb into the bathtub to wash up.
"Your family is coming for you." The voice of her Professor reassured her.
Those few words alone were enough to motivate the girl into action before Rome stuck to his dark promise.