All Our Tomorrows Begin with Yesterday
Wow, I have tried for the last month to update my other WIP "The Family that he Needed, The Beginning and it just isn't vibing, flowing, whatever you want to call it, it just isn't happening. This story has become too demanding and will not let go, so here we are again.
I am so happy that you all have invested the time to read, follow, favorite and review this story. I know that you are all waiting for our other leading man to wake up and realize what has happened, but sleeping beauty needs to sleep a bit longer. These chapters will be short as we have a few new people coming to the party this time around and they are not happy campers.
I hope that you enjoy this chapter and as Always, reviews are welcome, but never expected. I write to save my sanity and keep myself happy, I am just thrilled that you all enjoy my stories as much as I do.
Chapter 6
It was dark, she could hear her heart beating in her chest, the air caught tight in her throat, threatening to come forth and scream out her pain.
She saw it, replaying in slow motion. The cackle of her sister laughter, or what was left of her sister after "He" got to her. Before the Dark Lord marked her, before the Dementors ruined her. The look in her eyes as she took in the fight between the Potter boy and the Dark Lord and the realization that crossed her face when she added up that her sister had lied to her, had lied to her Lord.
The fury that radiated off Bella in that moment was devastatingly beautiful and terrifying to behold.
"You Dare Lie to Lord Voldemort!" Bellatrix screeched at her sister, beginning to throw hexes at her lazily "You dare to tell him that, the half-blood mongrel was dead, just so that he might try to kill my Lord!"
Looking even more deranged than normal, Bellatrix stared at her sister and slowly lifted her hand in a cupped motion and called her towards herself, while Narcissa tried desperately to resist.
"What's the matter itty bitty Cissy?" Cat got your wand, or did you give it to your useless son? Or the waste of wizard that is your husband? "Snarled the crazed Death Eater.
Looking across the courtyard, she saw Draco and desperately prayed that Bella had not noticed him too.
Unfortunately, luck had never really been on her side, from the time of her birth to landing with Bellatrix as a sister and Lord Fuck All living in her house.
"Oh, there is your sniveling whelp now Cissy, maybe you should have worked harder to save him, rather than that Potter freak!" "Avada Kadavra" Screamed Bella as she could only stare helplessly as her son, her beloved boy died at the hand of her deranged sister.
It was the first thing that she noticed when she opened her eyes. The room was in almost complete darkness. There was a rustle of noise as the person beside her shifted in the bed where she lay. She felt very disoriented, like she had been sleeping for a long time and was only now resurfacing from a long illness. Resurfacing from a nightmare.
Images assaulted her mind as she took in the space around her. She felt out with her magic and could feel her husband beside her and about ten feet away and behind a wall was her son. She could see the slight flickering light of a banked fire against the walls of what appeared to be some sort of tent, or so she imagined. She had not been inside of a tent in any form since the summer of the Quidditch World Cup, so she was unsure of why this room would remind her of that. She caught the smell of burnt wood and smoke.
This place seemed vaguely familiar.
Suddenly she realized exactly where she was and though confused, understood exactly how she got there. Someone had activated the spell that had long been hidden and forgotten in the Black Family Grimoire. But how? Only a member of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Black would have had access to that grimoire and at the time of the final battle, there were very few of them left. She would have imagined that Sirius would have been impetuous enough to do it, but Bella had taken care of him years ago. Andromeda had left home and would have had no access to the family's properties. Arthur Weasley, son of Cedrella Black would never have gotten the grimoire past Molly Prewitt and her black and white view of light and dark magics, unless she had died and he was trying to return to a time where she was alive, though if they were soulmates, she would kiss the Dark Lord's robes herself.
It would have taken someone with strong magic to power this spell and she did not think any of the Weasley children had it in them. Draco was gone, he would have found the power within himself. The Potter boy had power for days, but she had seen him fall once again before her sister took out Draco, killed her only son, her only reason for living through the return of Voldemort and the release of his most loyal. She could not, would not live through it again.
Beside her she could feel her husband stirring and, in the shadows, cast by the dwindling fire, she saw his face take on a look of stress, so uncommon in his normally stoic visage, but during the last years of the war, it became how his face rested during wakefulness and slumber. When he started struggling against his coverings, Narcissa began to feel concerned. about to wake him, he sat straight up and screamed. "Draco!"
In that exact moment she knew for certain. The spell had been cast and they were being given a second chance. Her next move was to find out who had given it to them.