Unraveled
Chapter Four: The Diary of Thalia Black
The plane landed in San Francisco early in the morning. Fiona and Nell felt the effects of jet lag, but they slowly collected their luggage. Nell checked them into a hotel for the time being. She was careful to pick one that was not too crowded. In case Voldemort attacked, Nell did not want too many Muggles to get hurt or killed. Fiona was still too quiet, which concerned Nell to no end. They were staying in a large suite. Nell picked out a room that had the internet connection for Fiona to use. Nell was careful about putting up wards to protect Fiona.
Fiona was vacillating between a catatonic state and a more normal level of consciousness. Nell was worried about her. She remembered how Thalia's moods did the same thing. On their second day in San Francisco, Fiona finally said the one thing that Nell was dreading, "What about my father?"
Nell sighed. "I've never met your father, Fiona."
"I've never met my father either, Aunt Nell. Mom left me without telling me anything. Just tell me about him."
"I don't know much, Fiona. Anything I say would not be accurate. I do not have a very high opinion of your father. Your mother would never want me to say anything bad about him."
"She wouldn't say anything at all. Good or bad. I've been good. I came to San Francisco without complaining too much. I want to know who my father is."
Nell bit her bottom lip because she did not want to sigh out loud. "Your father and mother aren't normal people. Neither are we. I don't want you to think that your parents are bad people. They're not."
"Great. You made me think I was crazy. Mom didn't just make her tea stir on its own. She also grew flowers to make those wreaths that all the neighbors loved so much. The flowers were always fresh. Mom did something to make that happen."
"Yes, I supposed I should stop covering up. I'm sorry about lying to you earlier, but we had to get out of Virginia first before I could say anything," said Nell. Her tone was so serious that it almost made Fiona regret asking in the first place.
"First, there are some things that you must know," said Nell as she drew out her wand. Fiona gave her a strange look. Of course, she had seen a wand before, but her mother said nothing about it. "Lumos," uttered Nell, instantly the tip of her wand glowed like a sparkler. "Nox," she said and the light vanished.
Fiona's eyes were wide open. She looked like she was going to bolt out of the room in surprise. "What was that?" she whispered.
"It's magic. Real magic. Not the type of magic you've seen on television like David Blaine. More like the magic you find in the storybooks. Fiona, every tale has a seed of truth in it," said Nell softly.
Fiona was breathing deeply. "Mother. You," she whispered as she backed away from Nell.
"Don't be afraid. You have magic in you. It flows in your veins. Your father was also a wizard. Your grandfather is one of the most powerful wizards," said Nell calmly. She decided not to explain Voldemort to Fiona. She looked afraid.
"I don't understand any of this. I knew that I wasn't normal, but this is…how could you both lie to me my entire life?" asked Fiona in a shaking voice.
"You have to understand. Your mother wanted to keep you safe," said Nell. There was no way around it.
"Safe? From what? My life?" said Fiona in a louder voice.
"Your grandfather. Her father," said Nell sadly.
"What?" asked Fiona. It made no sense to her. She was always taught to trust family. Then again, the only family she had was her mother and godmother.
"Your grandfather is one of the most evil, vile men in the world," said Nell with a touch of fear in her voice.
"He can't be that bad if he had Mom," insisted Fiona.
"Your mother was afraid of him, Fin. She was afraid of him hurting you, killing you or worse," said Nell grimly.
"You haven't said anything other than that. I want to know who my father is!" snapped Fiona.
"I suppose I should tell you everything that I know from the start…" whispered Nell.
*
Remus looked up and saw an owl at his window. Strange. He wasn't expecting a package, but he relieved the owl of its bundle. He unwrapped it and found a leather bound book. He remembered that he had given it to Thalia. It was a journal for her because she kept saying she could not express herself out loud. He opened it and found an envelope tucked inside. It was sealed with wax and it was clearly addressed to Remus. He used his letter opener to open it and set the journal aside. He read the words that she had written.
Dear Remus,
I know that you haven't heard from me in ages. I heard that Sirius escaped. I am grateful for that. You can read this diary if you wish.
By the time you receive this message, it will already be too late. I can feel him in me because I am part of him. I knew that he did not die all those years ago. You were the second real friend I ever made, and I trust you. You have also been so kind to me, even though I did not deserve it. You gave me this diary, and now I return to you.
If you see Sirius, tell him that I love him. My last plea to him is to forgive me. I have done all I can for her. I pray that it is enough. Please protect my family. Thank you so much for everything.
Love,
Thalia
Remus felt tears prick his eyes. He had always wondered why Thalia trusted him so much. He told her that he was a werewolf, but she said that it was nothing to be ashamed of. He was a wonderful, kind person and if anyone could not see that, then they were not worthy of his friendship and respect. Her note was written in clean handwriting. He thought about the strength the words contained along with the difficulty she wrote them with.
She saw her own death coming. She knew that she was only bidding her time. How could she thank him for everything? Remus felt like he had done nothing. He opened the book and a picture fell out of it.
It was a Muggle photograph. The moment was frozen in time. It was colored picture of Thalia holding a baby in her arms underneath a peach or apricot tree. Thalia's hair was cut short, but she had a smile on her face. The baby was sleeping in the picture. Remus studied the baby's delicate features. She had her mother's looks. She looked like a sleeping cherub with her lips pursed in a pucker. The baby had black hair from either her mother or father. Remus turned it over and written on the back was "Thalia and Fiona Black."
Remus opened the book again. He was tempted to read it, but he felt that Sirius deserved to read it first. Remus looked at the picture for a long time. This was Sirius' family without him. Now, the family was with her. He threw some Floo Powder into the fire.
Sirius left the fire on in Remus' kitchen. He was staring into a cup of coffee, thinking of all the things that had passed over the past couple of hours. He was trying to think of what to say to Harry in the morning. He did not even notice when Remus came in.
"Sirius," said Remus.
Sirius looked up at him. "I was just thinking about things. I'm trying to come up with a good way of discouraging Harry."
Remus only nodded and handed him the diary. Sirius looked up at him strangely. He vaguely remembered it. He took it from Remus and opened it. "Read the letter first," said Remus.
Sirius read the letter first. A sad smile appeared on his face. He ran his fingers over the words. He whispered, "She was afraid. Knowing what's coming didn't make her any less frightened."
"I did not read it. I thought that you should read it first," said Remus. He noticed that Sirius wasn't listening to him. He was looking at the picture.
Sirius seemed mesmerized by the picture of his family. His Thalia was smiling, but only he could see the fear that no one else could notice. His daughter was sleeping, and he wished that her eyes were open. He ran his finger over the figures in the picture. "She's beautiful. She looks like her mother," whispered Sirius in a hoarse voice.
"Look behind the picture," said Remus gently. Sirius turned it over and saw the name of his daughter.
"Fiona," he whispered. "She looks like a Fiona."
Sirius looked at the first page of the diary. It was written the day Thalia found out that she was pregnant. He read about how she found out. She was working on trying to at least see him, even if it meant taking a trip to Azkaban. She was working so hard that she just collapsed. Their house elf called a doctor and she was told that she was pregnant. Thalia wrote: "By the name of Merlin. I cannot bring this child into a world like this. What kind of life would this child have? It has nothing. Its father is gone and its grandfather would wish for my demise. What am I going to do? Sirius is not here to protect us. It is my own fault. If he were here and still angry with me, I would still give him this child to raise without me. With me, the only thing it can have is borrowed time. However, if he wants to come after my child, then I do not intend to give him an easy time looking for it."
Sirius frowned at the words. It should have been a joyous event. Sirius thought about it. If he had not been sent to Azkaban, would he demand that Thalia surrendered their child to him on the grounds that she was unfit? He shook his head. It would have been too harsh to do that. Furthermore, Sirius knew that he could not raise a little baby, let alone a girl, on his own.
"Sirius, what's wrong?" asked Remus.
"She started writing in this after she found out about Fiona," said Sirius. "She went to America on purpose. She chose to live as a Muggle, thinking that Voldemort would have a harder time finding her. I have to read this to get some clue of where Fiona is now."
Remus nodded. "I'll return to Hogwarts. I have to get some sleep," he said. He left without saying good night. He doubted that Sirius would acknowledge it anyway.
Sirius sat there reading the words written by his wife. Some of the passages were cryptic. She wrote about how much weight she was gaining and what her food cravings were. She also wrote about going to a class that Muggles attended before giving birth called Lamaze class. She was alone without her husband, but she wore her ring.
Sirius thought about where his ring was. He had taken it off and thrown it on the table as he left the house that night. He read about how little money she had. Thalia started to teach people how to play the piano and violin. She was barely scrapping by; it was hardly the ideal way to be just before having a baby. Sirius frowned again. He had plenty of money in his vault. She could have taken all of it for the baby. He did not like the thought of his daughter going without the things she needed or wanted.
Thalia made her first friend in America. It was a young woman who was volunteering at the hospital and a student at the Muggle university. She was training to be a Muggle doctor. Her name was Nell Lawson, and she coached Thalia through the birth. Later on, Sirius read that Nell was a witch, and she was a half-blood. She was named Fiona's godmother.
Sirius found that the diary was enchanted to hold more entries than the pages could possibly contain. The darkest, most ominous passages of all were dated shortly after Fiona's birth. Thalia wrote about the darkness that she had to fight in her. She was afraid of bearing any resemblance to her father. The darkness threatened to consume her.
Thalia wrote: "I feel it in my veins. It is laced with my magic. I gaze at my lovely daughter. I can feel her father's good in her. She sleeps so peacefully. Blissfully unaware of the dangers that await her. She does not have to fear the darkness. I can feel it. He is not gone. When he regains his strength, he will hunt us down and kill me. He will consume her and pull her into the darkness. The only protection I had from the darkness was her father. He kept the darkness away. I look at my sleeping angel again. I felt safe when she was in me. Her presence in me drove the darkness away. She is no longer there. The darkness encroaches upon me once again."
Sirius did not just see fear in Thalia, but he saw strength. She protected their daughter. Many times, she wrote cryptically about her plans to protect their daughter. She wrote about a complex spell. There was only one part of the spell that was not completed. She wrote it so cryptically that Sirius did not know what she meant. "After three days, I've finally completed the first part of the spell to protect my Fiona. Only the first part is completed, and I have to wait before the second part can happen. I hope that I don't have to use this spell at all."
Thalia wrote about Fiona. He read that his daughter's first word was "Fiona." He thought it was funny because Thalia wrote about how most children say a variation of mother first, and she supposed that Fiona was as self-centered as Sirius. Some of the more difficulty passages to read were the ones where Fiona asked about him. Sirius felt especially guilty when he read the passage that was written when Fiona was only four. She asked why she did not have a daddy like everyone else. Thalia tried to explain that Sirius was away in England, but Fiona did not understand that her father could not come and be with her. She cried for him and would not talk to her mother for two days. The only remedy that Thalia could come up with was to let Fiona look through a telescope at the Dog Star.
Reading the diary allowed Sirius to see how his daughter was raised. He felt horrible that his daughter grew up with him. Thalia wrote that she didn't tell Fiona about him. Thalia did not want Fiona to think badly of Sirius. She wrote: "I told her the only thing I could. I told her that her father is a good man. Fiona misses her father, and she's never met him or even laid eyes on him." Sirius read passages about a black stuff dog that Thalia bought for their daughter just before she was born, and it was later named Scruffy by Fiona. He smiled at the thought of his little girl walking around with her stuffed dog.
Before retiring for the evening, Sirius spent his time looking at the precious photograph of his family. During his time in Azkaban, Sirius thought he lost his entire life, but he found that his life was preserved and kept safe from the terrors of the world. He could not bare to lose his world again. He felt it crumble. The reality was that his wife was gone and his daughter's life was being threatened.
*
Severus glanced at Draco, who was looking rather guilty at the moment. He did not want to explain to Professor Snape what he was doing or what he was trying to do. Draco stood still underneath Professor Snape's scrutiny. Draco dared not look at him directly; he kept his eyes on his target: the entrance of the common room. His gateway to freedom.
"Care to explain why you are out at this hour, Mr. Malfoy?" asked Severus.
"I was just going out for a moment," said Draco. He didn't have anything on him really. His wand was with him and so was his bag of galleons. That was all he took with him. He was wearing his cloak.
"Why at this hour?" asked Severus as he studied Draco again. Severus knew a person who was running away from their problems. He had done that himself before and helped another person do the same.
"I was going to come back," lied Draco.
"I doubt that, Mr. Malfoy," said Professor Snape in a calm voice.
"What are you doing out here at this hour, Professor Snape?" asked Draco.
"I came to tell you about the girl you were arranged to marry," replied Snape. He was not used to operating behind Professor Dumbledore's back. Professor Dumbledore was kind enough to believe and trust in him. Snape was a spy for him, and he also suspected that Draco knew about it.
Oddly enough, Snape did not really have a favorite student. He more or less tolerated Draco Malfoy because of his father. Snape had to elect someone as a perfect and he selected Draco, not because of Lucius this time, but because Snape had noticed the change in him. Draco was no longer following things blindly; his eyes were open to the possibility that the world was what he made of it, and not his father's.
Draco finally stole a look at his head of house. "What about her?" whispered Draco as he turned his head back towards the exit.
"Voldemort does not know where she is. There is still time to fight," replied Severus enigmatically. Draco was not sure whether Severus was talking about Voldemort or his engagment.
"Where do you think she is?" dared Draco as his hopes climbed a little bit.
"America, but we're not sure anymore. You can perhaps help with that," said Severus as the beginnings of a smile came over his face.
Draco said nothing because he did not want to do anything else but escape Hogwarts. Just play along. Snape has a plan. He knows that I know he's a spy. Although, he can't just let me go, he still doesn't have to report anything to my father, thought Draco. He was calculating his negotiations and escape. He wasn't in Slytherin just for being his father's son.
Severus could see the gears and wheels in Draco's head moving. He could tell that he was trying to get past him. Severus found it somewhat amusing. Draco managed to keep himself out of trouble for the first part of the year. Severus did not considering Draco messing around with Potter, Granger, and Weasley trouble.
"Why should I care where she is?" asked Draco barely able to hide his resentment towards the girl he hadn't even met.
"Because if we find her before Voldemort does, then maybe you don't have to marry her," replied Snape. He watched as Draco thought about it. A smirk tugged at his mouth.
"What do I have to do?" asked Draco.
"You will have to find her first. It's not going to be easy, but I will allow you to leave on a special assignment. If you decide to run, then I cannot stop you," said Severus.
Draco nodded. He had options. "What if I find her? Where do I start? America is a very big place. If she's hidden, it won't be easy to find her."
"When she is located you will start, but you may not use your wand in anyway," said Snape. He knew that the laws for underage wizards were global.
Draco did not like the thought of not being able to use magic. However, he liked the options he was allowed to think about. "I'll go back to sleep. There's no need for me to take a walk," said Draco finally.
"Then go back to bed, Mr. Malfoy," ordered Severus. He watched with great amusement as Draco went back to his room. Severus could not help but think of the same situation he was once in more than ten years ago. Thalia never married him, but she became his best friend. He lost his best friend. He failed to protect her, and he refused to fail his goddaughter. Severus had failed many times in his life with the choices he had made. His father was a Death Eater, and he had blindly followed him before he realized it was too late. It was Thalia who opened his eyes to the possibilities. She gave him hope. He was not about to fail his goddaughter.
*
Harry and Ron were up early for Quidditch practice. Harry was called down by Professor McGonagall during the practice. "I apologize for pulling you out of practice early, Mr. Potter, but Professor Dumbledore would like to see you," she said.
Harry looked up at the others who had stopped playing and were just hovering. Ron looked like he was going to go with Harry until Fred said, "Let's get back to practice."
Harry went off with Professor McGonagall to see the head master. As soon as they entered his office, Harry smiled because Professor Lupin was waiting for him with Sirius. The smile vanished from Harry's face; he did not like the grave looks on theirs.
"What's wrong?" asked Harry to no one in particular in the room. He was used to dangerous situations, so he was rather calm.
"There's something that Sirius has to tell you, Harry. You two must talk in private," said Professor Dumbledore. "Please make use of this room." He opened one of the walls to reveal a small, yet comfortable room. It looked like a small sitting room. Harry and Sirius walked it.
"How's Quidditch practice going?" asked Sirius to break the silence.
"Fine. What do you have to tell me?" asked Harry, noticing that Sirius had placed a leather bound book on the table. "What's that?"
"It belonged to my wife," whispered Sirius softly.
Harry betrayed a look of surprise. He wasn't expecting that. "You're married?" he asked. Harry never thought of Sirius as being married.
"Yes, I married my wife the same year you were born," said Sirius with a sad sigh. It took him a long time to regain his voice after being in prison surrounded by Dementors for tweleve years. He was about to lose his voice again. "Her name was Thalia."
"Was?" picked up Harry. He looked like he had gone pale for a moment. He was remembering what had happened to him almost a week ago. Harry's scar was burning in the early hours on Saturday. It was the name of Sirius' wife that caught his attention.
Sirius didn't say anything. He opened the book and handed Harry the photograph that was inside. Harry took it in his hands and only after a moment he said, "Is that your baby?"
Sirius nodded. "I don't know how old she is in the picture exactly. Her name is Fiona," his voice carried a touch of pride, but there was sadness and regret mixed in.
"She's younger than me, right?" asked Harry. Sirius nodded. He felt like he was being asked questions by James. "Where is she now? Why doesn't she go to Hogwarts?"
"She's in America. Look Harry, I have to tell you about her mother," said Sirius.
"She's beautiful," observed Harry as he looked at the woman in the picture.
"I met her when I was out doing some investigations in London. She was working at a Muggle book shop, trying to get into a performing arts school. She was a musician, artist, and dancer. I didn't even know she was a witch until I saw her in Diagon Alley. Thalia was always mysterious, intriguing, enchanting, and mesmerizing. I fell in love with her. It took me a while to get her to agree to marry me. Your parents were there for the wedding, and your father was best man. Thalia hardly had any friends, so she chose your mother as her maid of honor; most of the time single people serve as a best man or maid of honor."
Sirius paused. He wasn't quite sure how to continue. Harry looked at him patiently. "I found out that Thalia wasn't at all what she seemed. Remember how I told you about all those Death Eaters before during the Triwizards Tournament?"
Harry nodded. "You were an Auror. Even though you haven't said it, but it's obvious. Hermione said so," said Harry.
"One of the Death Eaters mentioned that Voldemort had a daughter who was living with one of the Aurors. In fact, Voldemort's daughter was married to one. It sounded like she was spying on the Aurors for him," said Sirius, taking a deep breath.
Harry paled over when Sirius mentioned Voldemort having a child. "Your wife was Voldemort's daughter?" he asked incredulously.
"I was so blinded by my love for her that I didn't take the time to notice it. I immediately went home and confronted her. Thalia didn't deny it; she admitted that she was his daughter. I didn't listen to anything else. I just stormed off after taking off my wedding band. I accused her of plotting against the Aurors. I was going to report her to the Ministry. I realized that she may have told her father about Peter being the secret keeper, so I went to go look in on him. It was too late…" trailed off Sirius.
Harry felt his anger raise. "But, Peter was working for Voldemort already. She didn't have to tell Voldemort anything," concluded Harry.
"I was wrong. So wrong. She tried to get Crouch to give me a fair trial," whispered Sirius. He knew how hard it was for Thalia. No one cared or listened to her pleas for a real investigation.
"What happened?" asked Harry. "What happened to her?"
"She found out that she was pregnant with our daughter. She had no choice, but to give up and protect the baby instead. She's spent the last fourteen years in hiding. Thalia doesn't use her magic, and she's been living in the Muggle world. Or she was," said Sirius.
"Voldemort was after her, wasn't she?" asked Harry. He knew that Voldemort was capable of anything, but to murder his own daughter? It was a horrifying thought; no one was safe from Voldemort's wrath and evil.
"Thalia defied her father. She was always afraid of him coming. She was more afraid for Fiona than herself. She accepted that her father was going to kill her, one way or another," whispered Sirius. "I did not protect my family. I failed as a husband and father."
"Sirius. A few days ago…I felt my scar burn. I had a nightmare," whispered Harry.
Sirius looked at him. "What did you see?"
"I didn't see anything. I heard voices and noises. A woman. At first I thought it was my mother, but then I realized that it wasn't my mother. It was another woman. Voldemort said that he was giving her another chance to choose correctly. She said no. I heard sounds. It sounded like she was being slammed against a wall. She didn't say any spells to protect herself. Nothing. Finally, he said 'Avada Kedavra' and later he said 'Goodbye, my dear Thalia.' She didn't even scream," whispered Harry. Harry could always feel Voldemort when he was doing something that required strong emotions. Harry felt that all the way from America.
Sirius was quiet. His eyes weren't soulless. They showed despair. Thalia stood up to her father in the end, instead of running from him. She did not bother to protect herself because there was no way out. "I'm sorry, Sirius," said Harry. "I'm so sorry." He didn't know what else to say.
"How dare he call her 'my dear Thalia?' That bastard had no right to call her that. He murdered her. He murdered his own daughter," said Sirius angrily.
Harry sat there for a moment. "What do you need me to do?" asked Harry.
"I need you to stay here and be safe, Harry. This is my problem. I have to find my daughter and get her to Hogwarts. She's in danger out there and so are the Muggles who are surrounding her," said Sirius.
Harry felt bad for Sirius and Fiona. She lost her mother and father. Voldemort threatened to destroy her. It was hard for Harry to hate Fiona just because she had Voldemort's blood in her. He remembered that half of Fiona was Sirius. "If Voldemort is after her, then I could come with you. I can feel him coming before everyone else can. And sometimes I can see or hear what he's doing," said Harry.
"No. Absolutely not. I will not give Voldemort two targets. I refuse to give him my daughter and godson in one shot. You stay in Hogwarts," insisted Sirius.
"Then why tell me anything?" asked Harry.
"If Fiona is brought here, she'll have a hard time, Harry. Most of the students will be frightened by her, except for maybe the Slytherin. Even they would be careful around her. She's also four years behind schedule; it will be hard to place her. Thalia made sure not to give Voldemort even a signal of her. Fiona was not taught magic. Thalia managed to avoid the owls from prospective schools because America is a big place and the system isn't tied together that well," said Sirius.
"What's that?" asked Harry as he looked at the diary. It was still open and in front of Sirius. He gave Harry a sad smile.
"This was Thalia's diary. Don't worry. It's not like her father's. It's only enchanted to hold more pages than anyone else can see," said Sirius.
"Oh," said Harry.
"I will be leaving for America on my own. I'll maintain contact with you through Remus. Don't worry about me," said Sirius.
"But, you're going to need some help," insisted Harry. "Let me help you, Sirius."
"You truly are your father's son," said Sirius with a slight smile.
"You can't go alone," said Harry.
"I won't be alone. My daughter is with her godmother. She was Thalia's best friend. Thalia appointed her Fiona's guardian," said Sirius.
Harry stared at the book in front of Sirius. "What's your daughter's full name?" he asked.
"Fiona Lily Black," said Sirius proudly. Thalia was saddened greatly by the death of Lily Potter. She was the first female friend she ever had. Thalia wrote about Lily often in her diary. Thalia mentioned James and Harry every once in a while. She wasn't that close to James when he was alive, and she never got to know Harry.
"Lily?" whispered Harry.
"Her mother was a close friends with your mother. She wrote that she would have loved it, if you and Fiona were playmates. Fiona has hardly any friends because Thalia wanted to be careful," said Sirius. He remembered the way Thalia gushed about Harry when he was just born. She was hopeful about having a baby of her own. Sirius told her that it wasn't a good time because he did not want to bring his child into a world where Voldemort existed. Sirius was grateful to have Fiona.
"How are you going to get there?" asked Harry softly.
"Professor Dumbledore is arranging it for me. If you need anything, just tell Remus," said Sirius. He was afraid that his daughter wouldn't like him. He was sure that she'd hate him. She had every right to.
"I'm sure she'll like you," said Harry helpfully as if he had read Sirius' mind.
Sirius looked at him and gave him a weak smile. They departed after that. Harry felt rather hopeful. He thought of how Sirius' eyes held that same deadened look after Azkaban; Harry thought he saw a spark of life when Sirius talked about Thalia and Fiona. They were his family.
Sirius decided to start at the last place where Thalia was alive: Virginia.
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