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It was dark. Close to midnight, as she tied her long dirty blonde hair behind her head. Their bags where already packed and shrunk into her pocket. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath saying a silent prayer that they would all escape unharmed. Pulling her robe closer to her body she turned and walked off her balcony into her bedroom.
She loved her home. Her marriage may not have been one of love but it was comfortable. Henry was her best friend and had bought her a beautiful mansion on a high mountain in maine. They created three beautiful children there and so many happy memories there. But like all good things, it came to an end.
They were the black sheep of the famous Estrados family. They didn't feed into the pureblood propaganda. Aria had many freedoms that most pureblood witches didn't have in America and they children were taught to be kind and loving to everyone. Magical or not. Henry was a kind, loving soul and it angered many pureblood men. Complaining others wives would want the same Iuxuries that Aria was given. Like access to the main vault instead of their own small vault filled with a weekly allowance. Aria was treated like an equal, a partner, not just a wife who should listen and do as told. And because Henry was so kind, so different, it has gotten him killed.
They knew it was coming. They had been planning on leaving America for years. Planning on moving to England where Aria had family. Where they could raise their family right and not be crucified for it.
Aria shook the memories off and headed down the hall to the Nursery. She opened the door to the soft pink room. Smiling thinking of being pregnant with her older daughter Adaline. They were so happy to be having a girl, they painted the room themselves without magic. Laughing as her swollen belly kept getting in the way. Her brother in-law Matthew was appalled when he arrived and saw him.
Adaline was four now. With hair the same shade as her mothers. She was her mother's image except for her eyes. She had her father's light brown eyes that looked gold when the sun hit them. Her sister Annie came just 16 months later. She was too early. Three months too early. Weighing only two pounds. Even now at three years old, she only looked to be a little over a year. Aria quietly woke Adeline as she lifted Annie into her arms.
"Time to go love." She whispered as her young daughter rubbed sleep from her eyes. Nothing else was said as she took her mother's hand. They reached the door at the end of the hall. To the room that held her oldest and only son. Darin was 9 and was exactly like his father in every way. Aria was so very proud of him.
" Its time. " she said. Darin nodded and lifted his bag into his back
"Alright mom. Together" he whispered
"Forever" Aria said. Holding out the shoe that would whisk them all away.