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The Mudbloods Daughter II: The Kings are Back!
"YOU DID WHAT!?" Hermione yelled at Charissa, as she looked guiltily into the orange juice she had been drinking. The 30 weeks pregnant woman, who was the size of basketball, had only came by to tell Hermione that she wouldn't be able to go with her to get Narca-Jane from the station, because Esmeralda had chicken Pox and she had inadvertently told her about the argument with Jean a little over a month ago. "Why did you yell at her? Charissa!"
Charissa sighed, and shrugged. "I don't know... I was mad at her..." Charissa said, before looking at Hermione. "But do we really have to talk about this now? You still have to pick up Narca-Jane, and my daughter has chicken pox," Charissa stated, and Hermione nodded. When Hermione had turned round, Charissa stuck her tongue out. "Not like i didn't say anything that wasn't true," she mumbled and Hermione groaned in exasperation, looking at her cousin.
"True or not, you shouldn't have yelled at her like that!" Hermione snapped, and Charissa rolled her eyes. "Charissa... she's really fragile at the moment..." Hermione said, quietly, and Charissa turned to give Hermione the once-over curiously. Hermione looked into her cup of coffee, her expression almost completely blank, her skin going pale. 'What do you mean,' Charissa's voice reached her ears, and Hermione bit her lip, before peering at Charissa. "Mom's got cancer. Leukemia, and she... she is refusing treatment."
"Oh Merlin... Hermione... why didn't you tell me?" Charissa said softly, setting down her glass, and Hermione shrugged, sniffing. "Oh sweetie..." Charissa sighed, pulling her into her arms for a tight hug, and Hermione sobbed. "You should have told me sweetie..."
"I didn't want you to know... It would just stress you out," Hermione said, and Charissa looked her in the eyes, sadly. "So I tried to keep it to myself, you know, stay strong like you did," Hermione whispered, and Charissa laughed curtly, and humorlessly.
"Miona, I didn't stay strong... I blocked it out, refused to accept it. I was in denial, for very long time. I wasn't strong," Charissa told Hermione morosely, "You can't keep it bottled up like I did, it's not good for you," Charissa said, her voice soft, and Hermione gulped, before the clock above the cooker chimed. Hermione looked at it, biting her lip.
"I have to go meet Narca-Jane at the station," she said, wiping her eyes, and Charissa nodded.
"Yeah, and I have to get back to Essie," Charissa said, before hugging Hermione again, and then vanishing with a crack. Hermione stared at the spot where Charissa had been, before sighing to herself, and grabbing her car keys and leaving the Cottage, slamming the door shut behind her. She had to get her daughter.
"Can you believe it!? It's finally OVER!" Riley shouted gleefully, spinning on her spot on the station. Students running to their parent's, being crushed by one another, and trying to get as far as possible away from the train shoved and pushed past the Honours, who were all standing together, grinning at one another, Prongs holding Lily's hand, Padfoot with his arm lazily around Narca-Jane's shoulders, and Stella happily cussing her long time boyfriend Timothy for the first time since Christmas.
Moony laughed, and Adalyn groaned trying to get back to the train, while Raine held her back. "No! Let me go! I don't wanna go home!" Adalyn yelled, but Raine laughed, shaking her head, just as Jon walked past. Their eyes met, and he smirked at her winking. Raine blushed, and her grip on Adalyn loosened, causing her to fall into Narca-Jane, who was quickly pulled out the way by Padfoot.
Narca-Jane winced, and gripped her head from the sudden movement. Padfoot looked at her worried, and she just smiled weakly at him, before helping Adalyn up from the floor. "What are you doing, Periwinkle!" Riley's voice shrieked, and Narca-Jane looked over to see Raine blushing madly, Jon standing over her, his hand on her cheek and a smirk on his handsome face. Raine stuttered, and then looked from Jon, to them, before going fire engine red.
Jon shook his head in amusement, and handed her a small piece of parchment. "Owl me sometime," he ordered, and then he vanished. Raine swallowed heavily, and clenched her fist around the parchment, shoving it into her jeans pockets.
"What was that about?" Riley snapped, and Raine shrugged, before she searched over the crowds of people for her parent's who still weren't there yet. She did however, spot Hermione looking around the platform for them.
"Hey Narca-Jane, your mother is here," she said, and Narca-Jane looked around, before waving at her mother, then turning to the Marauders and Lily with a grin on her face.
"Are you four ready to go?" she asked, and they nodded, lifting their trunks and saying their goodbyes to the rest of the group. Sudden screams erupted from the lower half of the station, as darkness caked cover it like a thick black fog. Then, as soon as it appeared, it began to disperse, revealing several tall, black cloaked figures, and a short, rat featured one. Immediately, they had their wands out, firing hexes at everyone, while frantic parents tried to protect their children.
"MOM!" Narca-Jane screeched, trying to shove through the crowd towards Hermione, who had already started to whip protective shields around a couple who were under fire. She felt Padfoot grab her, try to pull her back, but in sheer desperation, she slammed her heel into his foot, causing him to bark in agony, and let her go. Narca-Jane ran through the crowds, swerving past them.
"Kill her! Don't let the girl live!" a harsh hiss erupted from one of the cloaked figures, and Narca-Jane's eyes widened when they started to bombard her with curses. She tried to cast a shield, panicking, and then her head sent a pulse of agony throughout her body. She gripped it, just as Hermione reflected an Avada Kedavra, and started to sink to the ground.
"Narca-Jane! NARCA-JANE!" Hermione called, and the rat faced boy rose his wand at Narca-Jane. Hermione gasped, and then her wand was shot out her hand, and she was pulled back into the crowd, screaming her daughters name.
"AVADA KEDAVRA!" the boy yelled over the din, and Narca-Jane's eyes snapped up, blinding with agony, just as the green blast smacked her right in the centre, and sent her flying into the wall, her head crashing against the stone wall.
"NO!" Padfoot and Teddy howled, while the girls screamed. They both whipped out their wands, and Teddy growled, firing an expelliamus at the boy. "AVADA KEDAVRA!" Padfoot exploded, and the boys eyes widened, before he was sent flying by the sheer surge of the blast of the platform and into the Hogwarts Express. There were several more shouts of orders being given, but it was all a blur, as Teddy ran to where Narca-Jane lay, his hair bright red.
"No, no, no... wake up, Narca-Jane, wake up," he begged, and she stayed deadly still, her entire body limp. He shook her. "WAKE UP! Dammit!" he roared, his eyes filling with tears, and he clutched her broken form close, as the black fog coated the platform again. Adalyn soared over to them, her face streaming with tears.
"Teddy! Teddy, stop!" she pleaded, trying to get him to loosen his grip on Narca-Jane, as Stella wailed, screaming at Teddy to let her go. Lily buried her nose into Prongs shirt, as he cried silently, holding her tight. Riley's cool demeanor cracked, and she fell to her knees, beside them, praying for Narca-Jane to wake up, while Raine bawled, hugging herself tightly. Padfoot stood over them, disbelief written on his features, while Moony stared, tears filling his own eyes.
Teddy looked at Narca-Jane's face, looking like she was asleep, her eyes closed gently and her mouth slightly open. "Come on, Paws... you gotta wake up..." he wavered, as Hermione pushed through the growing crowd around them, before her hands flew to her mouth.
"No! Narca-Jane!" she broke down, next Teddy, grabbing Narca-Jane's hand. The entire world slipped away, the crowd, and soon it was as if they were the only people on the platform, even as the Aurors began to arrive, and search out the scene.
Narca-Jane groaned, sitting up. Where ever the hell she was, it was really foggy. "Hello?" she called out, into the empty, foggy grey that surrounded her, and suddenly, everything was clear, and she saw she was in a room, with lavish furniture, and deep, rich colours. Sitting in a chair behind a desk, sat someone Narca-Jane thought she would never see. Looking at her, with sparking, bright blue eyes, behind half-moon glasses that balanced on a long, crooked nose, was Albus Dumbledore. "Oh my god..."
The old man chuckled, and stood, rounding the desk to look at Narca-Jane. He wore a heavy, rich purple cloak, over bright green robes, with heeled buckled boots. His silver hair fell to the floor, shining, and his beard was long, and bound by a green cord. Narca-Jane felt very under dressed, when she looked at her own plain jeans and a blue halterneck t-shirt with blue flip flops.
"Ah, my dear... it's a pleasure to finally meet you," Dumbledore said, and Narca-Jane blinked, with misty white eyes. "Oh, you have the Hallows eyes. Magnificent things, aren't they? Incredibly confusing to understand, but I myself have managed to develop a certain understanding for them. By the colour of yours, I would say you are most likely very confused, correct?" he asked, and Narca-Jane nodded. "Ah... well it's certainly understandable."
"Am I dead?" Narca-Jane asked, her eyes going ice-blue as fear filled her. Dumbledore smiled calmly at her.
"No, dear. You aren't. But your child unfortunately, is," he said, and Narca-Jane was filled with an instantaneous despair, her hand's goingto her stomach, and she asked him 'how'. "She saved your life, Miss Hallows. She absorbed the force of the Avada Kedavra for you."
Narca-Jane gaped at him. "How is that even possible!? She was the size of a bean!" Narca-Jane argued, and Dumbledore looked at her over his glasses.
"A child is a miraculous thing, and to understand the power of its magic is impossible, Miss Hallows," he said, cryptically, and Narca-Jane sat in a very large, very plush chair, her head spinning.
"So... what happened to her?" Narca-Jane asked, quietly, and Dumbledore placed an old, withered hand on her shoulder, smiling at her gently. Narca-Jane looked at him with peridot coloured eyes, uneasy with the knowledge that her child was dead.
"She will most likely grow up in the spirit form. There is the possibility that she will be reborn, but for now, she will remain here with us, as a spirit," Dumbledore told Narca-Jane, who nodded, not looking at him.
"Can I see her? Or at least... what she could have been?" Narca-Jane questioned hopefully, and Dumbledore looked at her, almost sadly, before nodding, and handing her a gleaming silver mirror. She looked into it, and the reflection began to morph, until it was a little girl, running around, holding a Quaffle. She had bright purple curls, that floated around her pale face like a halo, and a slightly pointed nose. She grinned up at a distant figure, waving, before running away. Narca-Jane smiled, sadly, before handing the mirror back to Dumbledore.
"She was beautiful," Narca-Jane sniffed, wiping her eyes, and Dumbledore nodded, before sitting on the arm of the chair next to her.
"I always find, though, it is better to look to the future, than to live in the past, do you not?" he asked, his voice gentle and wise, and Narca-Jane looked at him, before nodding softly. "Very good, Miss Hallows. Now I do believe it should be time to go home, don't you as well? I am sure your family are pretty worried, including Mr Lupin," Dumbledore said, his eyes glinting as he looked at her with an infinite knowledge.
"Wait! Before I go back. There has to be another reason I am here. Something you are not telling me. What is it?" she asked, and Dumbledore looked at her mysteriously.
"All in good time, Miss Hallows," he said, before her world went black.
Hermione sobbed, clutching her daughter freezing hand, when the sound of choking suddenly erupted from her. Teddy dropped her like a bomb, and Narca-Jane gasped for air, her eyes opening wide and a light lavender colour. "Narca-Jane? How... oh, who cares how! Your alive! Thank Merlin!" Hermione shouted, as Narca-Jane tried to sit up, gripping her head. Teddy placed a hand on her back, helping her sit up.
"But... you were hit with a killing curse! We all saw it! You died!" Adalyn ranted, completely confused, and Narca-Jane looked at her, before mouthing 'I'll explain it later', and letting Teddy help her to her feet. Narca-Jane looked at her mother, who was deathly pale, as she stood, wobbling. Then, pain filled her from her lower stomach, shooting up her body and straight to her head. Narca-Jane howled, falling, and Teddy grabbed her around the waist, preventing her from hitting the ground, as blood started to colour her light denim jeans.
"Mom... help me..." Narca-Jane pleaded, and Hermione nodded, before grabbing Narca-Jane, and apparating to the only place she could think of. The Weasley's.