In Fond Remembrance by BibliophileAnya

Summary:

In Fond Remembrance- viz. viz. (namely) In the language of flowers; symbolism of culmination of different types of Pansies. Featuring a snarky SI Pansy Parkinson dealing with an intrigued besotted Harry with the full approval of his Dogfather, long-suffering Hermione and Ron and Slytherins being Slytherins but with a chance at redemption. The rest just fall in and Pansy would blame the butterfly effect.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything nor I am making any profit.

Character Index: SI-OC as Pansy Parkinson, Pansy Parkinson's mother, father and younger sister(not canon as her family was never specified), Parkinson family house-elf, Lady Greengrass and Lady Carrow, Daphne and Astoria Grenngrass, Hestia and Flora Carrow. Draco Malfoy, Narcissa Malfoy, Blaise Zabini, Theodore Nott. Mentions of Sirius and Regulus Black, Harry Potter, Crabbe and Goyle.

"You could not remove a single grain of sand from its place without thereby … changing something throughout all parts of the immeasurable whole."

— Fichte, The Vocation of Man (1800)

Pre-Hogwarts Arc
Chapter 2: Butterfly effect? No; Dragon effect.

I sighed as I stared into the mirror. I nodded at the elegant blue robes that I had persuaded my egg donor to purchase for me. Oh if she had her way she would have bought those stupid frilly ones with disgusting overwhelming colours. No wonder the original Pansy wore frilly pink robes in the Yule Ball, I thought shuddering.

I was done admiring myself in the mirror. I made a cute kid if I do say so myself.

Yeah I was a pretty vain creature. Afterall besides my intellect my looks were the the only thing I considered mine in this topsy turvy world. They were different but they still belonged to me. So I held them to a zealous possessiveness. Besides I was a teenager when I died, give me a break! On top of that one of those 'highlighted' girls in the spotlight. I really needed to stop wallowing in the 'what if's'...

There might've existed a different Pansy, but here and now I am. Everything about her is mine, because I am the one here. Her looks, attitude, magic.

I gently kept the brush that had styled my hair into a soft perm. It zoomed around and settled in its original place on the dressing table.

I glanced at the action, enamoured still with the wonders of magic.

Magic was wonderful the only thing that kept me from jumping off from the multiple balconies in our manor. If only they weren't warded...

Well before Peony happened.

One glance at her her baby blues and I was lost.

Seeing how most of my care was left to a house elf I vowed myself to be there for her every step of the way.

I glanced from the corner of my eyes at a giggling Peony who was all dressed up in light blue robes to complement her eyes and my elf was staring at her adoringly.

I couldn't hold back a smile.

Flopsy was a tiny thing, with large green eyes. Shy, hesitant. Treating her with whatever kindness I could muster was enough to make her burst in tears. Her devotion left a bad taste in my mouth. I wasn't capable of much, but the meagre care I showed her was enough to make her overwhelmed.

I could understand why Hermione Granger was so pro House-elf liberation. And to think that my original namesake was supposed to be the Anti-Hermione, the epitome of mean girl. I don't have enough energy to bother with cliques or cliches anymore. Been there, done that. Besides people aren't black and white, I think J.K. Rowling often forgot that. Or perhaps she couldn't care less about minor characters, I frowned darkly.

I shook my head to clear off unwanted thoughts.

"Sisi do I look good?" Peony grinned, twirling, her brown curls bobbing and baby blues shining.

I melted. Resisting the urge to smother her in hugs and kisses I smiled gently, "You are adorable."

Flopsy was eyeing me amusedly her expression all but screaming that I hadn't fooled her. Seriously what a sassy little thing she had turned out to be with some proper care and affection, I mused fondly and rolled my eyes.

So we were heading to the Malfoy Manor.

I bit back a grimace. I have been pretty out of it for the last week, too absorbed in previous memories and it was proven correct as Peony glanced at me worriedly. Afterall it was the week closest to my death. I died today in my previous world on the night of Samhain, 31st October, oh the world loves it's irony.

Sighing I knelt down in front of her ignoring Flopsy's squawks of, "Mistress dirties her dress!"

Peony stayed still as I laid my hand on her cheek, tugging it gently in affection.

Peony all but trembled in relief as she babbled, "I was worried! Sisi was silent!"

"I am sorry, my soul." I murmured gently.

Was it weird to call her my soul? I certainly couldn't call her my heart. The heart was a physical construct whereas a soul was eternal. I especially could attest to that. And knowing about Voldemort and Dementors there wasn't an ounce of doubt regarding the existence of souls in this world.

But she was my entire soul. I had wondered often how would it be to have a child, now I think, hugging her, perhaps something like this. I was a responsible teenager when I died, so I didn't really have that experience. Though I took over her upbringing, regardless of my wishes, she is still my sister, despite everything. A hybrid of daughter-sister perhaps?

I felt the presence of Petra Parkinson approaching and I let Peony go nodding at Flopsy as she took my silent command and snapped her fingers. Both Peony's and my dresses were refreshed back to perfection with nary a sight of wrinkle.

Peony the smart child took the cue and tried to mask her face.

As Petra opened the door she glanced at my cold immaculate form and Peony's silent one she nodded in satisfaction.

She was dressed to the nines, the dress robes a dark green laying homage to her Hogwarts House and dark rouge on her lips, hair pulled in an intricate bun and deep blues glittering.

She spoke coldly, "You will behave in a manner befitting to your station. I do not want you to bring shame to our House."

I could feel Peony's magic constrict as if shrinking into itself and my own swirled angrily in response. I did not let anything show on my face, Occlumency working wonders.

I didn't deign to respond to her and after a moment of thorough scrutiny she led us. I kept Peony slightly ahead of me and let my face soften as Flopsy gazed at us nervously just as the doors closed.

Perseus looked striking in matching green robes his wife wore, his hazel eyes dispassionate as they regarded us.

He nodded and put a hand on my shoulder as Petra did the same to Peony.

The feeling of apparition is something I would never be used to. The squeezing suffocating feeling and the moment of sheer nothingness scared the crap out of me.

I mentally sighed in relief as we apparated into a grand foyer.

I could feel the magic of the wards wash over me. If Parkinson manor seemed like a sexy assassin lady out to seduce and entrap you, Malfoy Manor was an ostentatiously bejewelled, haughty princess. No wait, Queen. The hidden depths are there after all. At least the Manors ambient magic are a different classification unto its own, very unlike people.

It was not a grand celebration merely a small get together of sorts. The ones with the closest ties to the Malfoys. I am pretty sure if the Lestranges hadn't been arrested they would have been here.

That was when I first met most of the Slytherins that would encompass my year at Hogwarts.

Looking at a confident cherub with slicked blonde hair and an arrogant smile my lips twitched. I was quick to reign myself as a beautiful austere lady with bright blue eyes and long blonde hair dressed in clearly high end light blue dress robes nodded to the boy and he puffed immediately, "Heir Draco Malfoy of Ancient and Noble House of Malfoy."

I greeted back immaculately with Peony following in a courtesy. These greetings got tedious. Narcissa Malfoy glanced at me appraisingly and then turned to her son's eager grey eyes and she motioned him away.

Draco led us to a corner near the buffet, I could see Daphne looking pretty in her light green robes and Astoria bright in her pale blue ones and they both greeted us relieved to have a known acquaintance.

I came in to stand beside Daphne and Peony did the same with Astoria as the two other boys looked up.

Astoria ushered Peony who took one glance at my reassuring expression and they headed off towards Hestia and Flora who were near the buffet wearing frilly pink and blue robes respectively and looking clearly displeased.

I looked amusedly at them from the corner of my eyes and stifled a smile seeing Daphne do the same.

Draco motioned towards a dark skinned amber eyed boy wearing dark robes, "This is Heir Blaise Zabini."

He dipped his head, eyes curious, as I curtsied in return and the dirty blonde with greenish-blue eyes glanced at me before he reacted uninterestedly, "Heir Theodore Nott of the Ancient and Noble House of Nott."

It was getting tiresome these greetings, while at first my inner princess found it delightful now it just felt stuffy.

Thankfully Draco continued talking, motioning to a chubby pair of dark haired boys at the end of the buffet. I couldn't make out their features but it was pretty obvious even before Draco informed me that they were Crabbe and Goyle.

Satisfied with the introduction and sharing his contacts Draco elaborated the Malfoy Family, Manor and it's opulence and I saw Blaise rolling his eyes and Nott closing his eyes as if asking for patience. Daphne had pursed her lips and I raised an amused eyebrow at all three of them.

Nott perked up, second glancing at me and Zabini had a wry grin at a newfound sympathizer. Daphne hid her smile with a small sparkling glass of fruit juice.

Draco as a kid was adorable. With self confidence and arrogance mixing up in a tiny package without being distasteful. I couldn't be bothered to be offended at him. He was a tiny diva in the making. He could be tolerated in small doses when I felt like indulging him.

But I think I would definitely enjoy the two other boys company as Daphne and I responded to their varied facial expressions in kind, as Draco continued talking.

They were pretty mature like Daphne, for their age.

As Draco left to bring Crabbe and Goyle and I glanced at Peony and the others clearly enjoying themselves an amused voice spoke, "You clearly are a good big sister. I didn't think we would get another Daphne."

It was a smirking Blaise who spoke bluntly much to my surprise and Daphne replied annoyed, "Isn't that you being overly formal and obtuse Heir Zabini?"

He had accomplished his goal though and he knew it, as his cat like eyes scrunched up in a pleased manner looking at an amused me.

"I don't think the lady minds." He grinned.

Theodore chuckled much to Daphne's surprise as she continued sputtering and I let out a low laugh at the adorable snarky comments that passed.

These kids were being awfully open than what I assumed but then again they were just kids, I should have not read that much fanfiction. But if I hadn't, I wouldn't even know their names I mused.

This time it was Theodore who spoke, "Thank Merlin, I thought you would have turned out to be a female version of Draco."

His relief was clear as day and I smirked.

Daphne and Blaise had stopped squabbling and Daphne sniffed a last remark, "I am glad you wouldn't be going to Hogwarts with us."

"Oh and why do you presume that?" Blaise replied haughtily and Theodore replied long sufferingly, "Indeed he will be in the same house as us probably, we will have to suffer the entirety together."

Blaise pouted in betrayal at Theodore, "Traitor. After all we have been through?" He remarked dramatically.

"Yes." Theodore deadpanned.

Daphne lost her offended expression but seemed still miffed as she asked, "Really? That means all of us will be in the same year?"

"You mean you didn't realise that the last we met?" Theodore asked her looking annoyed.

"You know each other well then?" I interrupted.

Daphne sighed, "This is my second time meeting them."

Theodore nodded, "Blaise and I have been friends since young. We both have suffered Draco for years together."

Blaise agreed, "Well there were Crabbe and Goyle but they don't speak much."

"Really I thought that it was your first time in Britain, when we met." Daphne asked surprised.

"Of course not, whilst my Madre is Italian my Father was a Shafiq." Blaise remarked.

There was a terse silence. His mother had already remarried a third time, everyone in the Upper Society was aware. While not frowned upon it was still uncommon for people, especially females to remarry in the Noble Society.

And that clearly showed in Daphne's bewildered countenance. She clearly was only aware that he had a pureblood father but didn't know who it was. 'Shafiqs' were a part of the Sacred Twenty Eight' after all.

Before things could get more awkward I asked, "Does that mean you are bilingual and learning another language?"

"Indeed, I am, bilingual. Not learning any other language. Why are you interested in learning? I would be happy to help." Blaise asked flirtatiously but that coming from a seven year old made him seem nothing but cute.

I smothered a laugh before admitting, "I like languages well enough but they aren't my forte."

"Really? I heard accolades of your intelligence." Theodore asked genuinely surprised.

I waved my hand around delicately, "Over exaggerated."

"You give yourself too less credit." Daphne said disapprovingly.

It was a taken that each Pureblood knew at least two languages. The Pureblood Heirs, or even the children of the Sacred Twenty Eight were taught another language being given the option to choose as they turned four. I felt for the kids who didn't know any better and chose a difficult language right off the bat. We shared a commiserating glance at that. Though Blaise seemed lucky in that regard.

I chose the language which seemed the most advantageous to me.

"What about you Daphne, Theodore, which languages are you learning?" I changed the conversation.

Blaise side eyed me clearly noticing the deflection but Theodore and Daphne had already perked up.

"I am learning German." Theodore said as Daphne replied, "French."

"Oh? Are you interested in Runes Theodore? Hoping to learn Elder Futhark?" I asked inquisitively continuing, "Are you keeping your options open about Beauxbatons, Daphne?"

Daphne looked pleased at me remembering her off handed comment when we last met. She nodded in agreement as Theodore spoke delightedly, "Very few people recognize that Elder Futhark is an ancient German alphabet."

Blaise huffed a laugh, "You got a fellow bookworm there. What about you Pansy, which language your tutor has been teaching you?" He continued raising a curious eyebrow at me.

"Latin." I replied simply.

"It's a dead language, why would you learn that?" Daphne asked confused.

Theodore and Blaise shared a glance. I looked at them calculatively. These kids were sharp.

"The language of magic." Blaise muttered softly.

"Do you have an interest in Magical Theory? But that means you will be aiming for DoM..." Theodore asked tentatively.

I turned to him calmly, "Why do you ask that?"

"Your intellect is well known so I thought..." He floundered and Blaise came to his rescue, "Ignore him, he is a bookworm he was hoping for a fellow Ravenclaw in case he gets sorted in there. He also has a bad habit of entering restricted places in his manor's library."

Theodore squawked, "No I will be a Slytherin!"

But he quieted looking at me nervously as I stayed silent.

Magical Theory was not really a taboo but it was considered a very ambitious field, most people who studied it or planned to study it ended up scouted by the Department of Mysteries, especially in Britain.

Daphne looked confused but sensed that there was an underlying divergence to the conversation that she didn't follow but stayed quite listening keenly.

I raised an eyebrow, "Well I have the same habit to be honest. But I doubt I would make Ravenclaw, I am bad at Riddles."

Department of Mysteries was a hushed topic even among Hogwarts children, one never simply comes out and speaks about working there considering their identities are supposed to be a secret. It's considered faux pass to talk about getting in DoM in front of acquaintances, there needs to be a semblance of trust, which was rare especially among Slytherins. From what I read even Fifth year aspiring Unspeakables were told to divert interest in other fields so nobody can pin point them, after their counselling session.

The Head of the Houses aren't aware, the student gets a letter specifically addressed to them, also they need to have a cover job which is provided in the different departments of the Ministry arranged by the DoM. A few Parkinsons had been Unspeakables in the past and they had left codes and journals, somehow diverting around the iron clad oaths of DoM.

What surprised me that Blaise and Theodore were aware of that unspoken rule. Especially when even Pureblood Parents only warn their children before they leave for Hogwarts. These children had better social awareness and knowledge than many Hogwarts teenagers. Besides I only knew because of Petra's old journals.

Blaise nodded catching that I had ignored their probing queries. Theodore though looked at me quizzically, "Why do you need to be good at Riddles?"

I shrugged, "I read in one of Mother's old books that we need to solve Riddles to get into the Ravenclaw common room unlike the password system in Slytherin." And that was true to an extent, Mother scribbled some things in her private journals whenever she felt like it, her school ones were left in the trunk; though she had been an inconsistent writer, little information was better than nothing so I had Flopsy break the minor charms that protected them. They contained a surprising amount of information.

That caught their attention. Honestly these were still kids, I thought fondly as they continued their discussion about different common rooms.

Blaise was perhaps the most mature of them, Theodore seemed like a complete bibliophile and researcher and Daphne had a keen social sense.

Blaise being mature was not surprising, considering from what I have heard from the pure blood grapevine; I.e. overhearing my gossipy mother that his father a 'Shafiq' was killed by light wizards, better known as blood traitors in these circles, in the height of the war after he proposed a law enabling a certain section of dark magic. Blaise's mother then re-married a rich neutral wizard cementing their neutral status. He died a few years back and his mother had again remarried; this time a rich Italian Pureblood.

I had read the law that got Blaise's father killed asking Flopsy for old Wizengamot papers of Perseus Parkinson. It wasn't really all that bad. Just the allowance of a section ritual magic. That too the greyer rituals.

I thought grimly recalling a specific line in the sixth Harry Potter book of Blaise replying in disgust that he would never even consider being attracted to a blood traitor.

Things just weren't black and white unlike how J.K. Rowling portrayed. There was a wide grey field in between.

From the corner of my eye I could see Draco returning with his two stooges.

If the original Pansy was introduced to Draco in the same way I was, it was no wonder that she was enamoured with him.

I could imagine why the original Pansy turned out the way she did. Parents not paying attention, growing up with only an house-elf, meeting with other confident heiresses she probably thought that like her mother her only goal would be to marry up, looking at the Malfoy Manor's ostentatiousness and Draco's adorable confidence she likely projected what she wanted and lo behold she started trailing Draco like a puppy, especially if Daphne, Blaise and Theodore behaved the way they did. She would have been even more insecure with them.

I wondered did she hate Peony then? For being more pretty, more sociable than her, did it cause her to have a toxic personality being compared to her younger sister? The pure bloods we met at luncheons often remarked at her adorableness and vivaciousness as they did on my intelligence but the original Pansy did not have an adult brain.

Peony and the others reached us before Draco and his bodyguards did.

Peony was tugging at my robes, "You got lost in your head again Pansy." She pouted cutely. Astoria gently touched Daphne's palm in greeting as the Carrow twins greeted me cheerily as I came back to attention.

Blaise had a cheshire grin on his face, "Oh does she do that often?"

"She does. She reads so much that there are a lot of words in her head all the time, so she has to sort them." Peony explained her theory earnestly.

Blaise chuckled and Theodore smiled. Daphne's eyes danced in amusement.

An arrogant childish voice spoke, "What are you talking about?"

Draco had arrived.

Before he could speak anymore though I felt a shift in the magic of the adults and I found the parents approach us.

I finally noticed that we were in a warded corner; the entire mini buffet was included in that. I needed to work on my spatial awareness.

Perhaps the Malfoys had specially warded it for the children for the numerous parties they hosted, also so that people didn't mess with the starters and desserts usually present there. The main course would of course be chartered by house-elves directly on their assigned tables, the buffet table was for snacks. But I am getting sidetracked.

Wards meant that while not much magic could get in, unfortunately it was same for the reverse situation. I had read about it but never experienced it. Also the Malfoy Manor's ambient magic was new and so were the signatures of the multiple children. So I was pretty distracted despite numbing down my sensing.

To be honest I wasn't focusing on sensing magic as I had no idea whether I would get overwhelmed by the number.

So unless a major shift occurred outside the wards I wouldn't have felt it.

I glanced from the furrowed eyebrows of Theodore to a wary Blaise to an alert Daphne until my eyes landed on the confused Peony.

I clasped her hand just as Petra approached us.

We couldn't even say a goodbye before we were ushered back to the manor.

As soon as we landed into the welcoming embrace of Parkinson Manor after the unpleasant sensation of apparating I asked Petra clutching into a trembling Peony, "Mother what has happened?"

She looked at me, pursing her lips before she evaluated me and spoke, "Your father and most of the others have been called for an emergency Wizengamot Meeting."

I was shocked, "On Samhain? Who called it?"

One could not openly discuss the meetings before they occurred, especially the ones that were classified as 'emergency' because no one was actually aware of what the meeting would be about. The person who called it needed to be either a Head of a major Department, the Minister of Magic, the Chief Warlock or one of the Heads of Sacred Twenty Eight. So an identifying seal was required in order to call for it.

So the person who called for the meeting could be identified whereas the topic couldn't.

"Indeed. That's the mystifying thing. It was by the Lord Black." She whispered clearly intrigued by the new piece of gossip.

"I mean after the acquittal of Sirius Black last week by his assumed dead younger brother nonetheless, I didn't think anything else would surprise me." She mused.

"What?" I whispered.

She frowned, "Honestly child, do you not keep up with the latest news? Do not bring upon the shame upon House Parkinson; Sirius Black was exonerated for his crimes, considering he wasn't a traitor, proved by the veritaserum."

My mind felt muddled, "By his brother? I thought he was dead."

"So did we. But he came up out of nowhere, claimed the mantle of Lord Black and called for an emergency meeting last week everything in one go. I thought that was the most shaking thing of this year but apparently the Blacks still have their dramatic flair." She tittered.

Looking at my flabbergasted expression she leaned down to me conspiratorially, "I think it's all strange considering old Walburga died last year and all this happens soon after."

She shook her head as she realised whom she was talking to, "Never you mind. Elf. Take them to their chambers."

She strode away as Flopsy appeared with a crack.

"Sisi what's wrong?" Peony asked her deep blue eyes wide with fear.

I focused on my Occlumency and pushed the overwhelming thoughts to the back of my mind where they lingered omniously.

I comforted her, "Nothing. Father just had an emergency at work. Let's get you out of these robes and into the bed."

She nodded looking tired. Today's eventful day and worry for me for the past week must have tired her out.

I was working on autopilot till I placed her in the bed, kissed her forehead and waited her to drift off to sleep.

I gently closed the adjacent door and headed off to my own bedroom. Changing and heading for lilac silk bed covers I squeezed a fluffy pillow.

"Mistress?" A hesitant Flopsy asked from the foot of me bed.

I almost jumped in surprise before I apologized, "I am sorry Flopsy I wasn't paying attention."

"Mistress worries?" She asked hesitantly nudging beside my bed.

I simply patted beside me and she tearfully sat there eyes grateful and worshiping aware of my stubborn mentality of treating house-elves as equal.

There was something wrong. This wasn't the original world. An alternate universe? Or if it was the original one, what had I done to cause the Butterfly Effect of Regulus Black being alive and Sirius Black being freed years early?

My head pounded and I was aware I was breathing deeply, close to a panic attack. I had only one advantage of knowing a certain future if even that was taken away, how was I meant to protect Peony?

"Black. Why is Regulus Black alive?" I muttered focusing on my metal barriers to not loose control.

I looked at Flopsy as she flinched, "Mistress asks something?"

That uncharacteristic flinch that she had stopped in front of me years ago made me pause.

My eyes narrowed as she evaded my eyes. Whilst Flopsy was a turning out to be a bold, sassy being she still felt tremendously guilty whilst lying to me or if she was hiding something. Like that one time she made a huge birthday cake or messed with Petra as a prank because she made me upset but couldn't lie to me successfully.

"Flopsy..." I spoke slowly.

"Mistress." She spoke carefully.

"What do you know?" I asked.

"Flopsy doesn't knows what Mistress asks." She evaded futilely.

"Flopsy please, I am going out of my mind here." I begged.

Flopsy looked wide eyed at me, "Mistress shouldn't beg Flopsy. Flopsy doesn't deserves."

I pleaded once again, "Please tell me."

Flopsy slumped defeated, "Why Mistress be different? If Mistress ordered Flopsy would hesitates but Mistress gentle, pleads unworthy Flopsy."

My voice turned sharp, "You won't punish yourself."

She looked at me wryly, "Of course not, Flopsy's Mistress be displeased when Flopsy punishes herself."

I nodded as she took a careful breath explaining, "Mistress was born silent. Bad older Mistress disappointed and left care to Nanny Flopsy. Mistress didn't cry Flopsy worried. Flopsy asked help to Flopsy's grand uncle Kreacher. Kreacher be Black family House elf since decades."

I felt a trickle of trepidation flow in me. Of course I wasn't in an alternate universe, the butterfly effect was caused due to me. It both unnerved me and soothed me that I was the common denominator. But how many things had changed just because of my birth?

"Kreacher badly injured due to Dark Lord's task, asks Flopsy for help for healing and Kreachers Master catches us. Regulus Black kind wizard. After treating Kreacher he thanks Flopsy for helping Kreacher and asks why Flopsy visited Kreacher."

She took a deep breath as I listened in stunned silence.

"Flopsy tells about Mistress. Regulus Black reads books and guides Flopsy to take care of Mistress Pansy as Kreacher is unstable and in return Flopsy does Black household work without Kreachers Mistress Walburga noticing."

"But Regulus Black died in 1979 Yule." I spoke aloud as my thoughts raced.

That's right I was born on September 21st 1979. Similar to Hermione Granger I would start Hogwarts term an year late because I didn't turn eleven before the start of new Hogwarts Term. So Regulus Black had a role in my continued survival I thought hysterically. But what role did I have in him being alive?

Flopsy hesitated looking at my bewildered expression but I waved a hand for her to continue.

So she does, "Regulus not dies. Regulus asks Kreacher to bring him to the cave that nearly killed Flopsy's Grand Uncle. Kreacher is mean but no family of Flopsy dies under Flopsy's watch."

She spoke angrily much to my surprise.

She huffs and continues, "Flopsy pleads to Grand Uncle to let Flopsy help and Flopsy is in a dark cave full of dark magic with Regulus. Idiot Regulus breaks Kreachers heart as he drinks bad potion and asks Kreacher and Flopsy to flee. Kreacher cannot disobey his Master but Flopsy's only Mistress is Pansy so Flopsy stops Regulus from being eaten by dead skeleton and Kreacher disobeys his Master too and we apparates from the cave."

I was staring in a stunned stupor at her so she responded defensively, "Mistress Pansy not grown yet. Flopsy needed help. Regulus gave that and treats Kreacher well. And Mistress agrees doesn't she? Flopsy does the right thing. Mistress can punish Flopsy if she wishes."

She stared at me defiantly. And what a marvelous being she has turned out to be.

Dumbledore was right, Wizards underestimated House elves.

I sighed and lifted my hand and to my pleasure Flopsy didn't flinch but she does go wide-eyed as I gently pat her head, "When have I punished you Flopsy?"

She sniffles, "Mistress Pansy good."

I smiled hopelessly as she sobs clutching me, "It's okay. Do you feel fine to continue?"

She looks at me in confusion, "Continue?"

I spoke patiently, "Why did Regulus not appear before? Where was he hiding?"

Her eyes brightened in understanding, "Oh Regulus injured badly. Kreacher took care in one of Black secret rooms and once Master Regulus awake he manipulates tapestry into showing he is dead and heals for a few years. Walburga not aware.

Regulus takes long years to heal, he badly injured by dark dead magic and bad potion and he sleeps lots. Two years back he wakes and sleeps normal time, asks about Mistress Pansy every time he wakes and Flopsy be telling him how Mistress Pansy a good sister to little Mistress Peony."

She beams at me and I feel an embarrassed flush covering my face at the thought.

She grins mischievously and continues, "Regulus asks news Kreacher informs how Sirius Black thrown in prison, years ago. Kreacher's Master Regulus didn't believe that. Regulus says that Sirius loved James Potter more than Regulus. Which is wrong! Regulus was Sirius's blood brother not James Potter. He tells Kreacher to find trial and finds none and so he plans to get his big brother out of prison.

Mistress Pansy was feeling bad last week, she didn't read Prophet and slept most of the days so she doesn't know, Sirius Black free."

She said everything in a rush and took a deep breath before continuing, "Flopsy heard Sirius's plan to get Harry Potter from bad Muggle Relatives, they found where Harry Potter hides and Sirius godson Harry Potter."

She finished and I was gobsmacked once again.

I spoke looking at an anxious Flopsy, "You did well Flopsy. Thank you for telling me. Please keep me informed and tell me about your conversation and observations of them and please do not tell Regulus Black, neither Kreacher nor anybody else that I am aware of this."

Flopsy nods determinedly, "Flopsy does not betrays Mistress Pansy. Mistress needs to sleep now!"

I nodded as she snapped her fingers and I got under the covers whispering a "Goodnight." to Flopsy which she replied in kind, still overwhelmed by my small acts of kindness, "Good Night sweet Mistress."

As I laid on my bed staring at my intricately carved ceiling, the dim light of a nearby chandelier lighting up my room in a dark warm shade, I thought over what I heard.

So apparently I was born silent. And Petra Parkinson left me for dead, looking at my unresponsive younger days because she wasn't sure of my survival. She had no ounce of maternal instinct and I was a disappointment. As I have read in a few research texts silent babies, unresponsive magical babies don't last long or even if they do, they do not develop a a strong magical core. That's because the original, birth magic contact has likely been not initiated or successful from what I read from the journal of an Unspeakable Parkinson Ancestor.

The original Pansy was an average witch, then like every magical baby she should have sensed the ambient magic of the manor as I assume she was similarly delivered here, or the dispersed one nature holds as a freshly out of the womb baby does. Her magic and the ambient one would have made one first and final connection which is the norm unless one is a sensor.

Most squibs do cry after birth as is the norm, but that magic connection doesn't happen so their survival isn't an issue as it's due to a malformed core whereas for magical babies if it doesn't happen they wither away because their core is normal but for the magic to actively flow they need a kickstart.

The original Pansy would have cried, Petra would have looked after her for the required year or two enough so that Flopsy would have gotten an idea. Flopsy would not have approached Kreacher and never encountered Regulus Black and exact three months after my birth, Regulus Black would have died.

Regulus Black was badly injured by the inferi and the potion affected his mind, both causing him take years to heal thus him sleeping more than a newborn baby to recuperate. The rest of the hours of the day he was awake, he apparently read baby books to help Flopsy raise me.

Two years ago when he resumed normal functioning he started catching up on what he missed. So was it a coping mechanism for him? Looking after me indirectly the meagre hours he was awake whilst ignoring the rest of the world?

How long did it take to get his mental strength? Assuming it was the potion that caused it. Mental trauma after all hampered the normal functioning of the mind. Whilst the body may be fine, the ability of a person to focus, to think about complicated or emotional stuff needed to be rebuilt.

Reading baby books to Flopsy might seem easier. Wait, was that why Flopsy's English improved? And here I thought it was because of me.

So Regulus Black was alive, Sirius Black was free and apparently Harry Potter would get away from Dursley's years before.

All because of a determined Nanny House-elf who didn't want her charge to die. That was not even supposed to exist. No wait, exist but differently.

I was apparently side parented by Regulus Black and Kreacher along with Flopsy. I smothered a hysterical laugh in my pillow.

All of these changes and none of it were intended. Butterfly effect? More like a pterodactyl effect caused due to it flapping it's humongous wings. Oh why am I thinking of dinosaurs? There are dragons here, Dragon effect then. Dragons are perfectly normal creatures to exist in a a fantasy world after all.

I drifted asleep consumed in my hysteria.

Author's Note:

First of all thank you for the amazing response. You people are amazing!
There has been a lot of guest response!

Additionally even I am surprised by how this story is leading me.

I will alter the main character from Sirius to Regulus though Sirius will still be a main character. The Plot twist will be added in the summary/tags after I publish the next chapter i.e. a month later because I don't want to give spoilers!

I will be updating once a month. I have exams so I had assumed I would be updating by the end of August but I had already finished half of the chapter in the beginning of August so...

Stay safe and healthy everybody!

-Anya.