Scorpious POV:
"You don't love me anymore?"
"Slytheryn!"
"This is your new baby brother."
"You can't catch me!"
I barely glance at any of my baby sister's memories as I try to search for the memory I need. Although I would like to see what that bastard said to Lestia when he left her, but this is more important. For now.
Blurs of images pass my vision leaving me disoriented, colors blurring together with a whirlwind of conversation fragments.
"Wait here while your mother and I look for your grandmother's ring." This is it, I concentrate on the memory until the rest of the memory follows. The blurs of color meet at a central point until a complete memory forms.
"Of course, Papa." I turn around and I see my father's back as he crouched down. Over his head, I can barely make out two silvery heads that I know to be my sister and me. I look around and I gasp at the sheer amount of precious metals and gems that catch my eye. The room is huge, covered floor to ceiling in gold, art, jewelry, and who knows what. It hits me at this moment how different I have become. As a child, I knew we were wealthier than others but I never realized what this meant. Coming into one of these vaults that belonged to my parents was not worth more than an impressed glance because of all the shiny objects.
As my father turns around and walks away I look and see a miniature version of myself and my siblings. Between myself and my twin, a little tiny Draco is holding our hands. He's looking up at us in awe as my twin and I talk, gray eyes bright and full of happiness. His chubby cheeks pulled back in a large smile.
"What should we do?" Lestia asks me as she pulls her silvery blond hair out of her face. I quickly deduce that mother must have let father in charge of us this day. Mum always had to have Lestia's long hair braided or in some complicated hairstyle. In this memory, her hair is haphazardly pulled ack from her face with some silver headband. Obviously, the work of a father not used to taking care of a young girl. Not to mention mum would have never let the three of us alone in one of the vaults.
"Chasers?" I ask, and the case is settled when the youngest Malfoy screeches in delight and takes off running. I watch fondly as my twin and I run after Drake, pretending to have difficulty catching up with him.
Suddenly Lestia stops as she comes across an area of the vault full overflowing with books. There are various bookshelves overflowing with books as well as various stacks all over the floor. Being the bookworm that she is, she starts to look at the titles of the books before one catches her eye. It's underneath a pile of jewelry, gold, and a golden cup and plate. The book itself seems to be ancient, covered in some material I would rather not speculate on, and encrusted in gold, silver, and precious gems.
Celestia grabs either side of the book and pulls, causing the books and treasures on top to crash to the ground. But she pays it no mind, as she looks at the book in wonder.
My eyebrows furrow wondering why she is so entranced by the book in front of her. But I get my answer when I walk behind her and look down.
"Here it is." She whispers. And indeed, the book is the Black family grimoire. The cover is set in an intricate metal design. She tries to open the book to no avail. And then takes off her gloves and tries again to forcefully pry open the ancient text. The book falls open to the ground as she pulls a bleeding finger into her mouth. Blood magic.
Her unsurprised expression tells me that this memory occurred after mom found her reading this grimoire in the Malfoy library and hid it.
"Bloody hell." She whispers as she bends down to read what's on the opened page. It's information about bonding rituals, and unimportant based on my sisters scrunched up nose. She turns the pages, skipping over information about wolves, Veela's, recipes for pepper up potion, and stops when she comes to an unfamiliar potion. While many of the pages she had passed seemed to be newer and added on, this page was worn with age and magic. It seems to be one of the original pages of the book. Across the top written in beautiful calligraphy.
"Celestia! Boys! It's time to go!" Celestia looks up startled at our father's yell. She looks at the book sadly, putting it back where she found it.
Father looks at us in question when we return to him, swinging out baby brother between us.
"I was under the belief you two wanted to buy a broom today while we are in Diagon Alley?" My twin and I look at each other sheepishly, we had completely forgotten why we had begged father to bring us along into the vault.
I watch as my younger self reaches over and picks up a handful of galleons and pours them into the small pouch we each received when our parents deemed us responsible enough to carry around gold
"Done!" I smile before leaving the memory, getting what I needed to see.
My lungs beg for air as soon as I return to the present. It has been much too long since I've tried to get inside someone's memories.
"Well?" My baby sister asks. I look at her warm brown eyes and smile. Her bastard boyfriend is by her side and looks at me worryingly. Well he was until he hears what I called him in my head.
I chuckle. Just you wait.
"Good news: there is a cure. Bad news: You only got a glimpse of the potion. In other words, the ingredients." Celestia groans.
"Why is that a problem? Can't you just put it all into a cauldron and mix it up?" Austin asks. I look at him and laugh as I see him helping himself to another helping of an English breakfast.
"Ah. No. Magic, even potions, is unpredictable. Ingredients must be added in the correct order. The temperature can vary throughout the process. Even the number of stirs and their direction can determine the outcome of a potion. Not to mention the potion could take anywhere from an hour to a couple of months to complete. There are too many factors, we need that book." Sirius looks at Austin in confusion at his question, along with most other residents. Apart from the vampires that is. Guess they don't realize he's a muggle.
"So, what do we do?" Edward asks me.
"We break into my parent's vault."