IT'S NOT THE STRANGEST THING MAE'S HEARD Aurelia say ("A baby snake thought I was bitable so it bited me then I fainteded." takes the cake on that one) but, it's just not something she thought she'd hear Aurelia say straight after leaving her therapist's office.
"Really now?" Mae says, it's not the worst thing Aurelia could say she's related to.
"I met an American Malfoy today. She's an Animagus. A white cat."
"Oh."
Mae thinks for a moment, Atticus did say he spent most of his childhood in America with his adoptive parents. His adoptive parents must've been Purebloods and he must've met the Malfoys through them. They're probably friends or something like that.
Getting into the car, Mae asks: "Well, were they nice?"
Putting on her seatbelt, Aurelia shrugs "Could've been nicer."
They drive down the road while Aurelia sips on her strawberry milkshake and ABBA plays softly through the stereo.
"Still want to get yer nose pierced?" Mae asks.
Aurelia nods her head so they pull up to the piercing and tattoo parlour. Mae tells her that she's not getting a Muggle tattoo before Aurelia can even ask the question.
There's no complications with the piercing, it doesn't even hurt. Well, it stings at most but, it's not as bad as Aurelia thought it would be; she was kind of disappointed of how weak the pain was. Then again, no pain would ever come close to that — there's a flash of green light behind her eyes and she cringes.
A chill runs down her back, Aurelia reaches for the mirror again and focuses on her slightly swollen, and very red nose.
"So, do you like it?" Mae asks.
Aurelia nods, inspecting the gold stud with a little ruby implanted in it. Mae had picked it out, telling Aurelia in passing as they looked at piercing, that ruby is her birthstone. Which means Aurelia was born sometime in July. Before she could look at any of the other options, Aurelia chose the one Mae picked.
"Aye, it looks wicked — uh, by the way, when is my birthday?" Aurelia says, looking away from the piercing to glance at Mae.
"Didn't I tell ye?" Mae asks to which Aurelia shakes her head, "Oh, well . . Ye were born on July the third, weeks earlier than you should've been. But, You-Know-Who and the Death-Eaters think ye were born on August the twenty-seventh."
"But — I — what? That doesn't make any sense! That's more than a month later."
"Aye, I know. Ye were supposed to be born some time around July twenty-seventh to the twenty-ninth. But, You-Know-Who . . . He was lookin' for babies born 'round that time and he wouldn't not have taken kindly to ye if ye had been born then."
Aurelia frowns "That still makes no sense! Why not tell him I was born at the beginning of the month instead of hiding me for a whole other month?"
"'Cause that's what yer mother chose to do." Mae says shortly.
"It makes no sense!" Aurelia insists, something didn't feel right about this story, she wonders if she's being lied to again. She narrows her eyes at Mae, suspiciously, she's not about to let people lie to her again.
"Nothin' Bellatrix did made sense when it came to ye. Well, it made sense to her, o' course . . . She thought that you would be in danger unless everyone thought you were born at the end of August, so she lied to You-Know-Who."
Aurelia's heart swells, she tries her best repress the smile growing on her face "She lied to Voldemort to keep — to keep me safe?"
Mae nods and Aurelia knows she shouldn't but, she feels so indescribably happy with this information. Had Bellatrix really cared about her that much?
"There was one time I thought she was goin' to kill him for ye."
Aurelia's eyes widen "Really?"
Mae nods again "Aye, wee moon, there isn't anythin' Trix wouldn't do for ye. She loves ye more than anythin'."
"She was going to kill — to actually kill Voldemort for me?" Aurelia whispers in awe, "Do you think she could've succeeded?"
Mae smiles slightly "Aye . . . In a way, I do. He trusts her too much, he'd never see it comin'. But, she wouldn't have been able to succeed with magic, even though he's trained her rather well, his skills are superior. She'd have to o' done it in a mundane way. She told me she thought of poisonin' him once. Then there was the time I saw her holdin' a butterknife and ready to attack him. He didn't realise what she was thinkin' of doin'. I walked in on it and I barely knew what was goin' on but he must've said somethin' related to ye and sent her into panic mode. Ye weren't even in the room but, Merlin, was she ready to defend ye like ye were in the line o' danger."
"She chose me over Voldemort once?"
"She always chose ye over You-Know-Who. She was never truly loyal to him, she hasn't been since she found out he hated Squibs and wanted to include me and my kind in the list of people he was goin' kill one day. When she was a child, she thought the world of him but, it didn't last long . . . No matter what, she always chose ye over You-Know-Who. Everythin' that she's done has been to protect, ye, me, and Ellie. She only cares about keepin' us alive."
Then why did she attack Alice and Frank after Voldemort was gone? Aurelia frowns and decides she best not think about that right now as it will only confuse and upset her.
To escape that thought, Aurelia blurts out: "Atticus is Voldemort's son!"
It's not her best idea, Mae seems to think the same thing as she slams on her brakes.
"WHAT?" Mae exclaims, her eyes going wide with absolute terror.
Aurelia goes into a full explanation of what happened after her therapy session, finishing with: "I trust him, I don't think he's up to anything shady. Dumbledore has more shady vibes than he does!"
Mae shakes her head "I can't believe your therapist is his son! I can't believe I — Oh, Merlin! If yer mother knew —"
"It's not your fault mum, it's alright! I'm rather certain he won't hurt me. Do you know what diadem he's talking about?"
Mae nods uncertainly "I do . . . I don't think we should give it to him just yet —"
"But —"
"I am not givin' him that diadem 'til I know that he's a trustworthy therapist for ye . . . I need to have a wee chat with Remus as well. Do ye understand me, Aurelia, don't say anythin' more about that diadem to Atticus."
"I — oh, alright." Aurelia says, perhaps Mae is right. This diadem can wait if Atticus is really a good person through and through.
Mae continues driving, there's silence save for 'Voulez-Vous' which playing quietly through the stereo. Aurelia sips on her milkshake, wondering if it had been a good idea to tell Mae about Atticus being a Riddle.
Then finally gathering up the courage awhile later, Aurelia asks: "How many kids did Voldemort have?"
Mae tenses "Why do you want to know? What did Atticus tell you?"
"Nothing." Aurelia says, furrowing her eyebrows, "I was, well, — uh, well, I thought you would know since, uh, well . . . You were in the inner circle, or at least Bellatrix was. I thought — I thought maybe, she might've told you?"
"He had six children. Trix and I thought they were all dead before today. He always killed his children. I never understood it, Trix never understood it. It mortified us, it mortified all his followers but, they never said anything. Not after Tybalt."
Tapping her steering wheel, Mae sighs: "He wanted an heir. I remember him tellin' that to Cygnus just after he killed his second son but, he couldn't risk it. His wife, Esrom, had once predicted that a baby would be his downfall —"
Aurelia sucks in a sharp breath "She meant Harry did — didn't she?"
"I believe so. I recall him tellin' Cygnus that he could only make out some words. He said it was one of Esrom's most incoherent predictions. He assumed she meant his own baby because she was pregnant with Tybalt at the time. Her prediction was made years before Harry's parent were born, but . . . She could've very well meant him. Bellatrix thought that too . . . He had six children all their mothers, save for Atticus', were Death-Eaters. Atticus mother had something Voldemort thought he needed — the diadem."
She pauses "Six poor children including Atticus. Two were from his wife . . . Tybalt the eldest in nineteen-fifty-four, he was the only Riddle child to make it out the womb with You-Know-Who's knowledge before he was killed then little Alaric, what Esrom wanted to call him, would've been born sometime 'round nineteen-sixty-five. Then, o' course, ye have heard of Callisto's daughter, the one she wanted to call Cressida. And then Gwendoline Goyle, Trix told me that Gwendoline had named it despite not being able to learn of it's gender. Grey for a boy or Griselda for a girl. They're all dead, I know most of them weren't sentient but, they should've got a chance . . . Their mothers wanted them, that's the worst part of it all, they were all wanted but, their mothers wouldn't dare say otherwise to You-Know-Who."
Aurelia feels sick to her stomach, she felt the same way as Mae did but, she didn't expect her to feel that way. She had a terrible feeling about the way Mae got so passionate about it all and so suddenly too. Swallowing thickly as her mind races with a hundred different theories, all of them horrible, of course.
"Was Bellatrix one of them?" Aurelia asks hesitantly, "The mothers, I mean."
Once again, Mae slams on the brakes, her face turns an unnatural, vivid red colour. When she turns to her Aurelia, her green eyes are burning like acid "NO! Of course not!"
Her tone is sharper than a knife and filled with rage. Never before had Mae spoke to Aurelia like this, it sends her brain whirling, it's a yes, of course it's a yes! Mae wouldn't have reacted like this otherwise. Oh, it's a yes.
Tears threaten to spill, caused by both the fact Mae had yelled at her and Bellatrix had definitely lost a baby to Voldemort.
That must've destroyed her.
Perhaps, that's why Bellatrix cares so much about her despite the fact Aurelia is a Half-Blood — the daughter of a werewolf. Bellatrix probably sees Aurelia as a replacement, she might even think that Aurelia is the daughter she lost depending on how far apart the pregnancies were and how badly Azkaban had addled with her brain. It explains how nice Bellatrix acted towards her in Azkaban; it might even explain why she chose to take part in Greyback's plan.
She blinks away tears, nothing is said the rest of the way back to Grimmauld Place. The silence is awkward and Aurelia is left hoping Mae isn't that mad at her.
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A fight breaks out mere minutes after they arrive at Grimmauld Place and it's not between Aurelia and Mae but Molly, Lyra, and Mae.
It starts when Molly finds out about Aurelia's pierced nose when Nym points it out and says 'it's cool' and the fight quickly snowballed out of control before anyone could even blink. Every single action Mae has done for Aurelia and Elliot, no matter how long ago they happened, is questioned.
Molly tells Mae that she thinks therapy is a horrible idea for Aurelia and Lyra tears the mickey out of Aurelia for having to go to therapy.
And, of course, it wouldn't be a true Molly and Mae fight if Molly doesn't throw "You're not their real mother, Maeve!" in her face.
That saying has been said to Mae one too many times and she's had enough of it. She fixes Molly with a heated glare and fights back.
"Actually, ye wee bitch, I am Aurelia's biological mother! However, I fail to see how that would make me more of mother than the fact that I raised her since birth, took her in when her guardians threw her out, supported her through everythin'! Which is everythin' I have done for Elliot since he was a wee babe and we're not biologically related. I took him in without an ounce of hesitation. He is my son just as Aurelia is my daughter and I am their mother whether we share blood or not!"
Mae is screaming, her face is vividly red like it had been in the car. The portrait of Walburga Black is screaming too, Nym who had been caught in the middle of the fight, rushes out of the kitchen to shut the portrait up.
Casting a glance that's both a bit disgusted and mortified at Aurelia, Molly pales "You did that ritual with Bellatrix Lestrange?! You — you actually had a child with that woman?!"
"Don't ye look at her like that, Weasley! An' so what if I did?" Mae says, "So what? Now ye can't tell me I'm not a 'real' mother and that makes you o' so sad? Havin' my own biological kids, doesn't make me a real mother! The fact that I love and cherish them, support them, protect them, and can actually tell the damned difference between the two of them makes me a real bloody mother."
Lyra lets out a bark-like laugh, looking directly at Aurelia "You're even more of an abomination than I thought. Ha, I've always known you weren't really Remus' daughter. Bellatrix would never fuck him, turns out I was right, she lied to him! Ha, wait until he finds out!"
Aurelia frowns, except she is. Remus is her father, Mae is also her biological mother alongside Bellatrix. Her genes are split between three people which is probably why the book on Donum Vitaes say that it messes with genes. Molly and Lyra are only assuming that Mae and Bellatrix did the ritual to have a child sharing genes between only the two of them.
Mae fixes with Lyra with the coldest stare "I don't think Remus will take kindly to ye callin' his daughter an abomination. Aurelia is in fact his daughter. Voldemort did order Bellatrix to have Remus' kid for Greyback. Bellatrix and I, with Remus' permission, o' course, decided to use the older version of the ritual. The one where the child must be conceived between a man and a woman first. We thought it would lower her chances of picking up Remus' Lycanthropy."
The lie comes out smoothly, still, Lyra looks absolutely pissed.
"Give it up, Macleod!" Lyra hisses, "Remus is not her father! It's obvious, Bellatrix would never touch Remus with a ten foot pole! There's no way, none — it's all a lie and you must know it! Don't you feel bad for lying to him? I mean look at the brat, she looks just like her!"
Blinking back tears, Aurelia steps forward "Who are you talking about? Mum, is she telling the truth! Who do I look like?"
Mae shakes her head, soothingly patting Aurelia's back "She's not tellin' the truth. She's just very protective of Remus and she's in denial of everythin'."
Lyra growls "Codswallop!"
"Lyra, I would never lie to Remus. He knows the truth, there is nothin' that he doesn't know about Aurelia. Aurelia's takin' after the Howells for the most part. Hope and Remus do look similar to her but, it's not what ye think it is. It can't be what ye think it is. If it was Aurelia would be dead." Mae says cooly.
"You're lying and I'm going to prove it!" Lyra snarls, "Just you bloody wait! I know she's not Remus'! And, I know she's dangerous! She's a danger to Remus, to Neville, and to everyone around her! You'd do best to listen to me before it's too late."
With that, Lyra's stomps out of kitchen. Looking so angry that steam might come out of ears like it does in Muggle cartoons. Mae turns to Molly, raising an eyebrow.
"Anythin' else ye would like to say, Weasley?"
"Oh!" Molly says shrilly, "There are many things I would like to say to you. None of which should be said in front of children. Aurelia, I think it's best you go upstairs so I can finish this discussion with Maeve."
Aurelia blinks back tears at the slightly disgusted look Molly is giving her, it takes a lot but, Aurelia gives her a blank stare. Still, as hard as she tries, her lower lip trembles slightly.
"You're not my mum, you can't tell me what to do." Aurelia says cooly, "Mae is my mum."
Aurelia doesn't want to leave Mae, she doesn't want Molly to hurt Mae's feelings anymore than she already has.
"It's alright, wee moon." Mae says, "Go on upstairs for now."
Aurelia shakes her head, tears slipping down her flushed cheeks. She wants to stay and defend Mae.
"Do your children ever listen to you, Maeve, or do you always let them run wild?" Molly questions disdainfully.
Aurelia blinks in surprise, this is the worst Molly has ever spoken to Mae. She knew that Molly could be a right bitch to Mae sometimes but, she didn't think that Molly could ever be that much of a bitch.
Mae rolls her eyes "My children listen to me plenty. I am their mother after all, they know when to listen to me. Aurelia will listen to me but, she wants to be stubborn right now because she's tryin' to defend me from ye. Which she wouldn't have to do if ye weren't such a prejudiced bitch. There is nothin' more that ye have to actually say to me, all your problems with me are really just deeply rooted prejudiced. I'm a Squib and ye don't like that so ye have to nitpick everythin' I do even if ye have done those things yerself."
"I —"
"For example, take Harry Potter in as yer own. How is that any different then me takin' in Elliot or Aurelia?" Mae pauses, "It's not, Molly. I am a mother, I have been since I took Elliot in. I don't need to have my own children to qualify as one. And, if I wasn't a Squib, ye wouldn't be sayin' anythin' about it."
"But you — but, I — you — it's unnatural!" Molly says, gesturing wildly at Aurelia.
She hears the sound, it's sickeningly loud and — SMACK! before she can even process the fact Mae had moved swiftly forward and backhanded Molly across the face.
Mae guides Aurelia out of the room, seething in rage, she calls over her shoulder "Go fuck yourself, Molly!"
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It's almost a month later, nearing the end of July and everything has gone to shit. The next full moon is closely approaching and Aurelia feels like shit, worse than the last month. Then again, her health had been on a rapid decline since that fight so no wonder the amount of discomfort, nausea, and migraines had doubled this time around.
The only decent things, Aurelia had outside Elliot and the twins, who weren't much help when she locked herself away in her room and stayed in bed on most days, were the ghosts that visited her in her dreamless sleep and her therapy sessions.
Mae had yet to get that diadem for him but, Atticus has made no mention of it since. He's truly there to help her. In the past few sessions, Aurelia likes to think they've made progress, Atticus told her more about depression which she showed many signs of and he advised her to go to a Muggle doctor. The Muggle doctor prescribed her some pills which he called 'Anti-Depressants' and Aurelia had thought they were working rather well up until the point they went missing a few days ago.
She's pretty sure Kreacher stole them, recognising they were Muggle objects and wanted to dispose of them but, she hadn't seen Kreacher around. Which is why part of the reason why she's cleaning now, waiting for him to show up to yell at her not to touch a certain object, so far she's had no luck.
So here Aurelia stands in the far corner of a dusty room that had yet to be cleaned, dusting away at a dresser. Molly had forced all the kids to clean this very large room while she made dinner for the night. And, technically Molly hadn't asked Aurelia to clean, it seems now that Molly knew about Mae being her biological mother, she was determined to avoid Aurelia. Aurelia had heard a few passing thoughts from Molly's mind and now she sort of thought that Aurelia was now an abomination.
To each their fucking own, Aurelia thinks. Although it hurts, Aurelia tries her best not to be all that bothered by what Molly thinks. At least Arthur is intrigued by it, the past few weeks, he's been asking Mae questions about it a lot, Mae is more than happy to answer them. Of course, Arthurs think that Aurelia is just biologically Mae and Bellatrix's daughter, they don't realise that Mae's only biologically related to her because of Blood Magic, he had assumed that Mae and Bellatrix did the magical ritual to have their own kid together. Neither Mae or Aurelia correct him on it, Aurelia would much rather him think that than know the real story.
She's not in the mood to clean (if she was being honest she would much rather be dead) but, Aurelia wanted to find Kreacher (he never answered when she called him) and she had thought it would be a great way for her to get her mind off things. It had been working fairly well, that was until Hermione and the others came over to her.
"Aurelia?" Hermione says, eyeing Aurelia who had begun to aggressively dust the dresser in front of her, trying to ignore the others that had gathered around her.
"Aurelia, are you alright?"
Aurelia looks down at Hermione and glares "I'm fine."
"You don't need to be short with us, we just wanted to make sure you're alright."
Aurelia grinds her teeth, it's a kind gesture and Aurelia shouldn't feel as though it isn't but, she does.
"I said I'm fine!" Aurelia snaps, irritation bubbles under her skin, feeling like prickly ants. Why can't they just leave her the hell alone?!
"Hey! Don't snap at her! She was only asking asking a bloody question!" Ron shouts which summons Molly, who comes bursting through the door with an annoyed expression.
"What's with all this shouting?!" Molly demands to know looking over everyone in the room with the exception of Aurelia, just how long was this behaviour going to last?
"Nothing." Ginny says idly, looking at her mother and the others "We're just telling jokes." at the mention of jokes Molly gives the twins a stern look, then proceeds to leave the room as she realises nothing serious had happened.
"Sooo." George says, looking around the room.
"Why don't we actually tell some jokes." Fred suggests, clearly trying to diffuse the tension in the room, there's a moment of silence as no one is in the mood to actually joke around.
Elliot rolls his eyes at the twins the plays along by sarcastically asking: "Why did the chicken cross the road?"
Aurelia rolls her eyes at him, deciding to amuse him as she continues to dust the dresser, which was still not be getting any cleaner "Why did the chicken cross the road, Ellie?"
Elliot smiles sarcastically "To escape the impending doom of his daddy issues that have haunted him since early childhood."
George gives him a look that reads 'how the bloody hell was that a joke, Ellie?'.
Once again, Aurelia rolls her eyes, laughing softly "Okay there, El, it looks like you need therapy too."
"It looks like you're right!"
Aurelia looks at the others, she rubs her arms feeling a chill of cold air wash over her "Er, well, not to sound rude but, uh, could you please leave me alone. I just want to be alone."
They all nod their heads, although Hermione doesn't look at too thrilled about it. Elliot stares at Aurelia, with narrowed eyes before pushing Ron and Hermione out of the way.
He leans up against the dresser a frown evident on his face. And, once again he stares at her closely before saying: "Blue, you should go lay down. You look like hell."
Aurelia scoffs, looking up at him "Well, duh, I just got back." she retorts and Elliot rolls his eyes at her.
"Did your lame ass just fucking quote Heathers to me?" He says as he shakes his head, "Sweet Merlin, what has Newton done to you?!"
"Showed me some fucking awesome movies."
Elliot sighs, rolling his eyes and shaking of his head "While you make a valid point, Blue, so do I, go lay down. You look like you're going to pass out any second now." he chides her, taking the cloth she had been using to dust out of her hands, "Go lie down!"
"I'm feeling just fine." Aurelia whines, trying to reach for the dusting cloth and take it back from Elliot, who raises his eyebrow as he holds the cloth up higher.
"Oh, really, Blue." Elliot says amusedly causing Aurelia to narrow her eyes at him. But, she doesn't say anything as she continues to reach for the dusting cloth, just barely out of her reach.
"You literally look like death, Blue, you're paler than usual and you're fucking sweating, it's god damn freezing in this room! You are sick, Blue! S-I-C-K. You are sick and you need sleep!"
Aurelia rolls her eyes at Elliot and the Weasley twins snickers "You know —" Fred begins quietly.
"For someone who just reeks 'daddy issues' he can be such a dad sometimes." George finishes, shaking his head as Elliot places his free hand on Aurelia's forehead.
"You are burning up!" Elliot says, "That's it, I'm putting you to bed, no ifs, ands, or buts about it!" he grabs ahold of Aurelia's wrist and pulls her out of the room, "You need to tell someone when you're not feeling well! You could be seriously sick! I mean, you have a fever and those are never good, once you're in bed, I'll see if I can make you some soup for when you wake up —" Elliot scolds, dragging her away to her room, rambling away as he does so. The Weasley children shudder to themselves as Elliot sounds eerily similar to Molly Weasley.
"I take that back." George says as he shudders once more, "He's definitely a mum."
Despite Aurelia's meek protests, Elliot drags her all the way to her room where he forces her to lie in her bed. He begins to wrap blanket upon blanket over top of the squirming girl "Salazar's socks! Blue, how many blankets do you have? You can't be this cold."
"I like blankets!" Aurelia says defensively, "And, I'm not always cold, I was just cold last night and today and maybe this whole week. Still, leave me and my ten blankets alone!"
"Ten?! You have ten blankets on here?!" Elliot exclaims, "You know what, you're right, I'll save my judgement for later, right now look like you're about to drop dead!"
Aurelia sighs softly "Dying sounds nice right about now — I mean, I'm fine, Ellie, It's just a headache, I get them monthly, you know why, I'm seriously fine."
Elliot shakes his head "No, you're not, Blue. You have a fever, and you're not gonna be able to sweat it out —"
"Am I really that sweaty — I am — oh, shit." Aurelia says, sounding dreamy as she touches her hand to her forehead to find that it soaked with sweat.
Aurelia frowns, pulling the covers up to her chin "Hey, Ellie, you think Remus loves me, you know, despite the fact that well, you know . . ."
Elliot frowns at the randomness of the question "Of course he loves you, Blue. Now get some rest."
With that he wastes no time in leaving the room so Aurelia can get some rest. Elliot would have to tell Hermione and Ginny to be quiet while entering the room since she would more than likely be sleeping if they went in there.
Aurelia sniffles.
Well, fuck! Aurelia thinks, crying again!
The fight between Molly, Mae, and Lyra had left her with much to think about. Things she doesn't want to think about, the women were clearly against her existence, and they made that clear to Mae without even caring that Aurelia was right there. Lyra had said things that Aurelia couldn't get out of her mind about Remus and Neville.
Everything was changing and quite frankly, Aurelia wanted nothing more than for it to stop. First it was the return of Voldemort, then it was the fact her entire fucking life which happened to be one huge fucking lie! It's probably still a fucking lie, now that Lyra's got Aurelia doubting the fact Remus is truly her father — and Neville!
Their friendship would never be the same once he knew. Would they even be friends after he found out — no! Don't think about that now! Aurelia closes her eyes and tries to stop her racing thoughts.
Nothing would ever be the same again.
Aurelia frowns at that thought but with it, her brain seems to quiet down. Although she quickly starts to wish it hadn't because now all she feels is numbness. Aurelia buries her her head under the covers and slowly but surely she's dragged into the depths of unconsciousness only to be brutally awaken not even fifteen minutes later to:
"SO YOU HAVEN'T BEEN IN THE MEETINGS, BIG DEAL! YOU'VE STILL BEEN HERE, HAVEN'T YOU? YOU'VE STILL BEEN TOGETHER! ME, I'VE BEEN STUCK AT THE DURSLEYS' FOR A MONTH! AND I'VE HANDLED MORE THAN YOU TWO'VE EVER MANAGED AND DUMBLEDORE KNOWS IT - WHO SAVED THE SORCERER'S STONE? WHO GOT RID OF RIDDLE? WHO SAVED BOTH YOUR SKINS FROM THE DEMENTORS?"
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AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Don't know why I'm bothering posting this since no one ever reviews this story or adds it to their follows/favorites but I hope you enjoyed Mae tearing the fuck out of Molly and Lyra! And oop finally, Harry's here and it's going to be low-key tension filled because Aurelia is going to be a bitter baby! Also about two chapter left before Nevari™ reunites, it was supposed to be one but, I decided it was best to split the next chapter into two parts! Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed the chapter, I would really appreciate it if you could let me know what you thought of it!
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