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The Mudbloods Daughter II: The Kings are Back!
Charissa swallowed heavily, and rubbed her temples as a headache started to form in her head. She was sitting in the living room of the Burrow, surround by complete chaos as she tried to do her work. It was a Saturday, so the house was full of children, all ten years old and under, Jay and Lilyanna, who Charissa knew was pregnant without a doubt, Molly, Bill and Fleur and Hermione because Draco was at work. "Would you just SHUT UP!" she yelled, and Elizabeth and Esmeralda looked at her with wide eyes.
"Sorry, mom," they squeaked, before running away, and Charissa took a deep breath, her head sinking into her hands. Something was wrong... everything was going haywire in her head. Thoughts that weren't hers kept slipping through her defences, cruel, harsh thoughts. Having twelve children, and trying to balance the Empire was just spreading her too thin, and her husband was just.... he was just wearing her out. And then there was that bloody toad Umbridgeaccusing her of corrupting the Ministry. Blaming the faults entirely on her, and her family. She was so tired, of everything.
Sighing, she grabbed her jumper from beside her and pulled it over her head, walking towards the garden, feeling the need to breath. Cassali stopped her, grabbing her hand and looking up at her. "Momma, I can't find Lucien! He said he was going to play with me and I can't find him!" she wailed, tugging on Charissa hand as the exhausted woman sighed, before pulling her hand from Cassali's, and bending down to look Cassali in the eyes. They were still the same green splashed grey they had always been.
"Ali, Lucien is playing with Bilius. Leave him alone, okay. Go play with Claria-Jane," Charissa ordered, and Cassali frowned, before nodding, and running off. Charissa was suddenly knocked over by Charlotte as she ran past, yelling at Albus, while Callaria laughed, following Charlotte. Charissa groaned, and looked at her knee which was now bleeding. "Brilliant, just brilliant," she mumbled, pushing herself to her feet, before walking into the garden, leaning against the wall.
"Charissa, can I talk to you," she heard Harry's voice, and closing her eyes, she pursed her lips, before relaxing her expression, and pasting a smile on her face, looking at Harry brightly. Saying 'Of course' she let him lead her to a small table and chairs at the end of the garden. He looked at her, searching her features. "Are you alright? You look sort of pale," he said, and she just smiled, saying 'I'm fine'. "Good... so I wanted to talk to you about your sister."
"What? Why?" Charissa asked, and Harry smiled at her, handsomly and sweetly. Charissa blinked, and then frowned. "Seriously Harry, why?"
"I want to know if you know what she has planned," he asked, and Charissa sighed, saying 'why would I know'. "I heard about the sibling bond, Charissa. And we need to know if you know anything," he said, gravely, looking at Charisse with stern emerald green eyes. She goes to say that he knows nothing, that she has no idea what her sister is up to, or has planned, when her mouth closes, and her eyes go glassy, as she remembers something, a stray thought that had entered her mind while she was looking through a History of Magic.
Harry notices the look, as she suddenly stands upright, muttering something about 'Cissady' and 'Voldemort's plan', before rushing into the house, and up the stairs, her knee protesting as blood tumbled down her leg. Harry is hot on her heels, and he finds her digging through an old trunk, searching for something with panic etched onto her features, her eyes wide, and her mouth opened slightly. She drags things out of the box, until steadily a pile of her belongings are surrounding her, before she stopped, leaning back onto her feet.
"It's not there. I knew it wouldn't be," she whispered, furrowing her eyebrows, and Harry looked at her confused, walking over to her and sitting beside her, looking into the empty trunk. Charissa looked at him, out the corner of her eye, before frowning. "My mom's necklace. It's been in the family since Sarina. I didn't like it, I thought it was too... to garish, more Cissady's sort of thing, you know? But I always kept it in this trunk, in my room. Now... it's gone. My guess is she has it."
"Why would she take it, Charissa?" he asked, almost urgently, yet fearing what she was going to say. Charissa looked at her hands, fiddling with them, before looking at Harry, biting her lip. "Why, Charissa. What is she planning?"
"Horcruxes, Harry. She's making horcruxes," she whispered, and Harry's eyes looked at her sharply, as she stared into the empty box, her knee bleeding out onto the carpet.
Scorpius was bored. He was really, really bored. Shaking Narca-Jane, who was asleep on the couch, she stirred, before rolling over onto her side so her back was to him, still sleeping. Pouting in frustration, he looked at the television. He had already seen this episode of Spongebob, it was boring. He looked around for something to do, and stood, going towards the kitchen, when he noticed Narca-Jane's wand peeking from on top of a table. A slow smirk appeared on his innocent face.
He move a chair, and stood on it, going to pull the wand from the table. Stalling, he debated on whether or not he should take it, before he thought that Narca-Jane wouldn't mind, and it was something she would probably do anyway. Grinning, he snatched it, and hopped down from the chair, grinning sneakily. Then, Patches came into the kitchen through the open french doors to the kitchen, mewing loudly. Patches, was a Hallows cat.
The Hallows family had eleven cats. One for every child. The oldest two, both ten years old, where Mr Muffles, and Socks. Mr Muffles was owned by Cassie, and was a pure white, flat-nosed Persian cat, with one green eye and one blue one. Ironically enough, Mr Muffles, was a sadly, a female cat. Cassie had refused to rename her when she had found out. To be fair, she was only two years old at the time. Socks was also a female cat. She was a fluffy cat, with dark brown fur, and white socks on all her paws. One of her ears was also white. She was Cleo's cat, and also a very snooty, dirt fearing animal, unlike Mr Muffles who loved dirt and making mess.
Then you had Kathleen's sleek furred grey Egyptian Mau, named Aristocrat, who was nine years old, and a very posh, regal animal, and he hated going outside. Charlotte's eight year old cat, Patches was next. Patches was originally named Patches, because of the black patches against his tabby brown fur. Now he was named Patches because of the number of patches missing on his body, thanks to his constant fighting with other animals.
Esmeralda and Elizabeth's cats, Blackie and Tabs, were both seven years old. Blackie was a pure black cat, with bright green eyes, and Tabs was a tabby ginger cat. Surprisingly enough, both the male cats from the same house, but they were very different. Blackie was a very aggressive cat, who would only let Essie hold him, and Tabs was incredibly affectionate, and loved everyone. Then Bilius had Smelly-pops. Smelly-pops was a fluffy, short haired grey cat, who always had an odd stench about him. He was also incredibly shy, and only came out at meals, or when he was alone with Bilius.
Lucien had Pickles, who was five years old, and loved to eat pickles, weirdly enough. Pickles was a pure white cat, with blue eyes, and a strange green stain around his mouth. Then there was Cassali's cat Woof, named so because he had a distinct habit of barking. Woof was three, and very playful. Cassali liked to dress the poor tortoiseshell tom in pink dresses. Then finally, you had Claria-Jane's cat Tippers who was one year old, and Corvine's kitten Bubbles. Tippers was a muddy little cat, who was big eyed, and a fluffy brown colour, who constantly stuck his tongue out. Bubbles was still a tiny kitten, a Siamese cat, who had the most peculiar habit of producing bubbles from his nose when he breathed.
But it was Patches, who had the unfortunate timing to come into the kitchen when Scorpius had a wand. And it was Patches who was turned into a rather furry teapot, while Scorpius laughed happily. He quickly shushed, casting a quick look at Narca-Jane, who moaned in her sleep, but didn't wake. Patches fell onto his side, causing Scorpius to snicker, before he felt slightly pitiful. "Sorry, Patches," he muttered, trying to remember the spell that reversed spells. He had heard Narca-Jane use it.
Scorpius rubbed his chin, thinking as hard as a five year old boy could, when Patches was suddenly on his four paws, hissing at Scorpius furiously before bounding out the door. Scorpius blinked in shock, before whooping and punching the air with his fists. "I did it! I di-" he chanted, until he saw Narca-Jane standing over him, arms crossed and a stern expression on her face as she shook her head. Scorpius looked at her. "I didn't do it."
Narca-Jane smirked at him. "You keep going at that rate Scorpy, and one day, you'll be just like me," she said, and he grinned widely.
"Really? Awesome!" he cheered, and Narca-Jane ruffled his hair, silently hoping that her little brother never actually became just like her.
