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The Mudblood's Daughter

Charlie Weasley glowered at Cissady, who looked at him furiously, before apparating with a crack out of the room. Her followers quickly followed her lead, and Charlie ran over to his wife, releasing the binding on her. Charissa sat up, and looked at Charlie, before taking in a large gulp of air, and sobbing. Charlie swooped down, and pulled her into a tight hug, resting his chin on top of her head. Charissa slid her arm around his neck, and gripped his t-shirt, burying her face into his neck.

Kingsley looked around the room, and assessed the damages. The podium was broken, some scorch marks stained the white marble, but other than that the room was fine. Three of his Aurors were injured, but luckily none of the reporters or photographers were. Civilians hurt would be terrible. Kingsley was glad to see that the Order had arrived, including Harry, who was the Head of the Auror department. Harry looked at Charlie and Charissa before looking at Kingsley, who nodded solemnly.

"All right, let's get these people out of here," Harry ordered, and the Order nodded, before setting about helping the shaken reporters up and to their feet. Rita Skeeter just pushed them away, and sauntered from the hall, her photographer following her out. Harry walked over to Charlie, and bent down to look at Charissa. "Take her home, Charlie. She needs to rest," he told him, and Charlie sighed, before nodding, and lifting Charissa. "Take the Floo network."

Charlie nods, and leaves the room, while Ginny comes up behind Harry, and rested her freckled forehead on his back, wrapping her arms around his waist. Harry placed his large hands over hers and sighed. "Harry... it's going to be alright..."

"No. It's really not, Ginny," Harry sighed, and Ginny gave a huff of breath, before closing her eyes. Harry turned in her arms, and hugged her tightly, before pulling away, and looking around the room. "Merlin... someone could have really got hurt."

"Someone did, Harry, or did you forget? The very person who launched this attack, was Charissa's sister herself. That's gotta hurt, having your sister try to kill you," Ginny stated. Harry looked at her, sadly, concern in his emerald eyes, before nodding.


Charissa slowly walked through the Mansion, towards the nursery, a blank, expressionless look on her face. She walked up the grand staircase, over the white marble steps, and her footsteps slowed, before coming to a stop, as her eyes landed on the family tree. Thirteen generations... 300 hundred years of pure blood and good witches and wizards. And of course, the occasional bad one, squib and even muggleborn child. There were eighty two people that were directly Hallows blood, straight from the beginner of her family, Sarina Hallows. Portraits of every one were hung onto the wall, a plate with their details on it.

But the one that caught her attention, was Cissady. The young girl, only six year old, looked so different from the other portraits, who all talked happily to one another, and smiled down at Charissa gently. The six year old looked positivly evil, a sneer on her lips, and her eyes steely grey. Charissa furrowed her eyebrows, and Cissady quirked an eyebrow down at her. "Hello, again," Cissady said, waving at Charissa. The sneer never left her lips, but it did soften. "How have you been?"

"I... I wanted to ask you something," Charissa said, looking up at the portrait. Cissady smirked.

"Obviously, my intelligence always was greater than yours," Cissady said, and both portrait Charissa and actual Charissa glared at her. Cissady rolled her eyes, and looked at Charissa. "So, what did you want, big sis?"

Charissa opened her mouth to say something, before closing it again and shaking her head. 'Nothing' she murmured, walking over to the golden cord at the end of the Tree, and tugging on it hard. A thick, white curtain fell to the ground, with a heavy thud, and Charissa felt the satin, before looking at the Hallows family crest at the centre of it. "Nothing at all," she whispered, before continuing her journey to the Nursery Wing.

She walked into the playroom, and sighed, when she saw her children all playing together, apart from Cassali, who was being rocked gently by Charlie. He smiled at her, with a softness that didn't suit his gruff, manly features, and Charissa looked away, her eyes fluttering closed. Taking a deep breath, she walked over to her children, and crouched down beside them.

"So what are you guys doing?" she asked, looking at them, and Cassie smiled, her one of her front teeth missing. Elizabeth stumbled over to Charissa, and placed a big wet kiss on her nose.

"We're going to catch the tooth fairy!" she said giggling, and Charissa blinked, before looking at Charlie, an eyebrow raised. He just shrugged, and looked down at Cassali, who was sucking on his finger. Charissa looked at Elizabeth, before ruffling her curls. She went 'Really!?' in an astonished tone, and the children eagerly nodded, other than Lucien who was now tugging on Charlie's pants, wanting to be held. Charlie suddenly winced, and pulled his finger out of Cassali's mouth.

"Hey, Charissa... Cassali just bit me," he said, and Charissa looked at him confused, before standing, and brushing of her trousers. She walked over to him, picking up Lucien and kissing his forehead, before looking into Cassali's mouth as she opened and closed it again. At the back of her mouth was a small white tooth, that looked fairly strong and firm in her gums. Charissa shook her head, rolling her eyes, and rubbed noses with Lucien.

"Wanna see," he said, and Charlie looked at Charissa, who nodded. Shifting Cassali, so she was sitting up in his arms, and he was still supporting her head, he let Lucien look at her. Lucien furrowed his eyebrows, and looked at Charissa and Charlie curiously, before reached out to touch Cassali. His eyes widened and he grinned when she grabbed his fingers and looked at him with big eyes, her mouth open in an 'o' shape.

"She mine?" he questionned, and Charlie chuckled, nodding. Charissa kissed Lucien's cheek. Lucien giggled, and looked at Cassali again, beaming.

"Hey, mamma! Why are rocks hard? Where does magic come from? Why is the sky blue?" Esmeredla suddenly piped up, grabbing Charissa's leg, and suddenly the two were ombarded with questions.


Ron sat on the couch at the Order Headquaters, looking at his hands miserably, when the sound of crashing in the hallway caused him to jerk his head up, and look up to see shadows moving about. Gripping his wand, he stood slowly, before he heard the familiar groan of Pansy, and then a crashing sound, followed by Blaise yelling Pansy's name in worry. Ron's eyes widened, and he called out Pansy's name, rushing into the hallway.

"Ron? Ron... where are you?" Pansy called, and Ron looked at his wife, fearfully, as she felt along the walls, before her hands finally stopped on his chest. "Ron!" she said happily, her eyes shooting open, and Ron gasped at her eyes. She felt him tense under her hands, and frowned. "Ron... what's wrong?"

"Pansy... you're blind..." he whispered, and he looked for Blaise, who had vanished the minute Pansy had distracted Ron. Pansy frowned, and rose her hand to Ron's lips, looking over his shoulder. Slowly, she stood on her tip-toes and kissed him gently, before falling back on her heels. "How... when... what happened to you?" Ron choked, and Pansy bowed her head, before walking into the living room, just barely missing the door phrame.

Ron followed her, guiding her to the couch, and helping her sit. "I'll get you a drink of water, and some food. Just... wait here..." he quickly said, and she grabbed his hands, looking up in his direction pleadingly.

"Just hold me, please, Ron. Don't leave me alone," she whispered, her bottom lip trembling, and Ron nodded, before sitting beside her, and pulling her into a tigh hug. "Don't ever leave... please... I can't be alone. Not after that..."

"Shhh... shh... I'm not going anywhere, I promise. I'll never leave you," Ron soothed her, rocking her gently, and Pansy let out a choked sob, before bursting into tears, rubbing her nose into his t-shirt and clinging to him like a baby.

"Never. I will never let you go again," Ron stated, his tone determined, and loving, before he kissed her forehead, closing his eyes and holding her tight as he could without feeling like he was going to break her. She cried into him, both thankful to be back with him, and terrified of what was to come.

"It's a good thing... I don't love you... for your looks... isn't it..." she tried to joke, but it came out in more broken stammers. Ron chuckled humorlessly, and she smiled weakly into his Chudley Cannons shirt. "I love you."

"I love you too, Pansy. I love you too."