Hello again! the thing is... things have changed durastically, i will now be witing this story on my own thanks to a few unreslovable issues between me and my former counterpart, we still talk, just things aren't as cool as before. but, safe to say, that ashlyns and i will still be working together on 'Truth and Dishonesty' at least for now.
so, here goes... recap: Harry got his first glimpse of Sam's Animagus form, though he has no clue it was an actual animagus and think's he's gone nuts. Samarah returned hom unscaved with her brother and awaits her punishment. Aubrey, although she wasn't in the chappie much will be brought into this one much more.
P.S. i have no real flow with aubrey, not sure what i want to do with her, so if anybody has any ideas for anything (ships... anything...) please send them to me and you will be credited greatly. thanks.
Chapter Two: Of Another's sorrow
Sam hadn't long to wait, although it was already late as she sat up in the living room quietly, deacon waiting up n the kitchen to make sure their dad got home safe and that sam didn't get into any more mischeif. The fire crackled oddly and their father ventured out, the sight of samarah sitting there, relieveing any thought he had but making others blind him with fury.
"I'd have the mind to bloody lock you in your room for the next twenty years, where on the bloody earth have you been, Africa?" sam swallowed hard as deacon appeared in the doorway, a look upon his face reading nothing but a sense of fear, fear for samarah. " Thank you deacon." Deacon nodded and gave samarah a very sympathetic look before heading up the stairs with a silent 'goodnight' to his younger sister.
"I'm sorry." She whispered as he disappeared in through his bedroom doorway. Her father shhok his head and set the bundle of papers he had down upon the sidetable.
"You don't see how much I worry do you? You don't know exactly how long Deacon and I have been searching for you, do you? Since you went missing… I've even had ministry officials out looking for you, taken away from their work to find you…" samarah felt a pang of guilt rush through her, everyone had a sense of guilt, slytherin or not.
"I said I was sorry." She said a little firmer this time, staring up at him with clenched teeth.
"Sorry! Does not cut it Samarah! You're lucky you go back to school in a few days, otherwise I'd have you chained, barred and guarded in this house for the remainder of your life. You disappear without warning and I have no idea where you've got to, I can't believe the disrespect!" his yelling was getting to her and tears began to fill her eyes. Samarah couldn't look at him anymore, and the sight of her was making he too fweel guilty, he had never wanted her to feel so bad, he'd never seen her cry since she was a young child, around eight or nine, crying for her mother.
"I'm sorry, so sorry, I- I
promise I'll never do it agin." She sputtered through her tears; afraid he was ready to disown her, her softer side showing through the slytherin ego she so used to her advantage as aneveryday thing. He looked down on her a bit softer, his shoulders and his stance relaxing as he watched the mirror image of her mother sitting there, staring at her lap with little sparkling tears rolling down her face. He knew he couldn't just let her off easy, but he felt extremely bad for her.
"I want you up in your room, and you are not to leave this house unless in my company, and you'll bloody well stay here, under deacon's watch while I am away, I have a lot of work I need to catch up on, a major file I was supposed to have handled days ago was pushed back until the very last moment because of your disappearance." Sdamarah wiped her cheeks without looking him in the eye, nodding. "To your room, now!" his words were softer than before, but had more meaning to them, he meant them more than before, what he'd first said was out of anger, this wasa out of disappointment and worry.
Samarah stood and travelled up the stairs at a quick pace, closing her bedroom door behind her and throwing herself upon the bed, resenting, yet proud of her own actions in two different ways. Her father watched her go and then ran his fingers through his hair, taking two steps towards the kitchen and turning back with a groan to grab the papers he'd set down. He lay them down upon the table and began with the beginning of a very long night.
Deacon lay face up on his bead and listened to his father downstairs, yelling at the only sister he had, who wasn't even his biological sister, he loved her all the same and wishewd he had the guts to go comfort her right now, but she's had along night, a long few days and needed the time alone, he could talk to her tomorrow.
Samarah wiped away what was left of the tears that streaked her face with the edge of her sleeve and sniffled, pulling a book out from under her bed and flipping it open to a certain page. Samarah found comfort in books, they made her forget things, and they brought out the side in her that her father always dubbed as her mother's. Samarah frowned at the book, suddenly bitter with resentment, tearing the page out and closing it, throwing it across the room and tossing the page at the closed window. The book hit the wall and landed with a thud upon the floor.
"Bloody temper." Deacon muttered in his room as he heard the sound of the book. Blowing out the candle at hs bedside and closing his eyes
()()()()()()()()()()It was but only two daysbefore Aubrey was returning to Hogwarts, but she'd been summoned to the Ministry of Magic in the company of her parents. Aubrey had no idea why the ministry would summon a fifth year student in for any reason at all. She sat having breakfast with her parents that very morning, posing that very question upon herself.
"I still don't know why this is all happeneing to me, mom, why am I the one called into the ministry? Did I do something wrong? I swear I didn't do underage magic." Her mom, a soft looking woman with a blonde head of hair and a serene look on her face, also looked oddly disappointed and glanced at the man in the chiar across from her. The man Aubrey knew as her step father, he too a calm and very mello natured person, wore a slightly bitter and hard look, confusing aubrey as he made no reaction and just turned back to the Dailey prophet that lay propped open in his lap. Her mother turned to her and her expression puzzled itself.
"Aubrey, Bree, have you ever wondered why your hair is so dark compared to that of your father, your sister and myself?" Aubrey frowned, what on earth could this have to do with the ministry? She cocked her head to the side in a questioning motion.
"First of all…" Aubrey said in an irritataed and cocky sounding voice. "Nic, Nicholas, is not our father, and you said that dad had dark hair, what does this have to do with what's going on?" hermother let out an exasperated sigh and calmly sipped from the cup in her hand with an unsteady hand.
"Yes…" she began as she lowered her cup to it's accompanying saucer. "But what I afiled to tell you was that your father is not the same as Mara's, her father passed away the year before you were born and shortly after I met someone else… but it was only-" Aubrey cut her mother off.
"I don't care what it was…" Aubrey said, closing her eyes tightly and shifting in her chair. "What you're telling me is that for fifteen years, you allowed me to belive that my father is dead, but he's not!" her voice began to raise itself slightly, a teenage girl in distress. She shook her head as tears began to form and one rolled down her cheek, quickly wiped away by the hand of the body's owner.
"Yes, I allowed you to believe that for your own good, but now… now, the man that truly is your father is dead" aubrey cut her mother off again with a deep and distinct anger in the way she let out her tears. She jumped up out of her seat and slammed her palms down upon the table, crumpling theminto balls of fury as she eyed her mother with a variation of disgust.
"Do you know how many times I wished I could meet my father, how many times as a child I cried for my dad, how I forced myself tot he realization that he was dead!" she hesitsted as her voice cracked between the tears she was trying desperately to stop. Her stepfather cleared his throat and folded his paper over in his lap.
"Your mother believed it was in your best interest to-" Aubrey cut him off, pointing an accusing finger at him and standing up straight.
"Don't you dare go and play the husband role, try to play the father role, you're not my father!" he sat up as any father would, his brow compressed as he readied himself to release his own anger upon a child that wasn't his, but he cared more than anything about.
"Don't you dare talk to your-" the word was now forbidden to Aubrey and she again cut her mother off.
"He is Not my father!" tears began falling, uncontrollably down Aubrey's afce as different thoughts flooded her mind. She hated her mother, but yet she wanted to be embraced, held, comforted by her. "Any chance I ever had of meeting my father are now null and void, all because of you! You stole away any chance I had of meeting my father, my real father."Her lip quivvered and her body felt week, her knees loosening. Her mother stood and tried to pull her into a hug, but Aubrey pulled awaazy quickly. "I hate you!" she yelled and ran up the stairs to her room, the door slamming quickly behind her.
The figure that had been standing in the doorway between the kitchen and living room, stepped in farther, mara made her way over to the table and plucked a piece of toast from the plate in the center.
"What was all that about? What's she upset about now?" Her mother sat back down and closed her eyes tightly.
"Mara." She said very warningly, to make a point.
()()()()()()() Day after:
A soft knock sounded upon samarah's door, but as any other time, she ignored it, hoping it would go away, it was likely her father tryingto appologize for yelling at her. The door creaked open anyways and she glanced up to see Deacon step inside.
"So, what'd dad have to say to you, bethe wasmad eh?" samarah rolled her eyes, but continued to stare at the ceiling until he leaned over her, blocking –most- of the ceiling from her view. "But it's bloody brilliant that you're not grounded right? Other wise you wouldn't get to go to school, hang 'round that ignorant little girlfriend of yours, you know, the onne that's…" he was cut off as she sat up, he took the seat on the bed beside her as she glared at him resentfully. "That's always hanging 'round that bloody Malfoy git." He finished his sentence. "And hey, you'll get to show that whatsisname Zabini git what he lost out on when he cannned you." she reached over the side of her bed and grabbed a sock, shoving it into his face, hoping to clog his mouth hole.
"Would you bloody shut it, I'm sick of you teasing me about that, I have a life whether you're there to protect me or not." Deacon's face screwed up in a sort of disappointed look, but then faded as he ruffled her hair, sprawling most of it about her face.
"But, you're my little sister, and I promised dad I'd do those kinds of things, watch out for you at school, beat up the no-gooders who dump you…" he trailed on and shook his head. "I told you I thought he was no good." Samarah rolled her eyes again.
"Do you have a point here? Or are you jusrt going to babble on about how great ravenclaw boys like you are and how evil slytherin guys are." Deacon chuckled.
"I't true you know, the slytherin house has a tendancy to breed evil wizards." Samarah stood and walked over to her dresser, prodding her finger through the bars of a cage that stood atop it, entrapping a dark, charcoal and white owl, sleeping upon it's perch, she again turned to deacon.
"Like me, right, I'm purely evil." She emphasized it throwingher hands intot he air. "All hail the dark powers of the wizarding world…right." She looke pointedly at him.
"Don't even joke about that, sam." Sam sat back down beside him and grew alittle grin.
"If you'd pointed out Malfoy in that sentence, I'd have agreed with you." oh how she'd hated him, Draco malfoy was going to be the next version of lord Voldemort from what she could see, he wasa power-hungry coward, like what she thought of the dark lord himself, even though she'd never want to come in contact with him anyhow. Another knock sounded on the door, though it was open, which made the two of them look up to see their father perched in the doorway with a parcel of some sort in his clutches. Deacon stood almost immediately and scrached the back of his neck as their father entered the room.
"Glad to see the two of you still getting along… Deacon, can I have a word with Sam alone please?" deacon nodded and waved at sam before exiting the room quietly. Her father looked down upon her with a tired afce and a softer look than the one he'd yelled at her with before.
"If you're going to yell at me some more, I get it, you're mad, I should never have wanderewd off alone...but I am a big girl-" he cut her off, sam noticing how when it came to this man, the slytherin, bviter side of her subsided and she couldn't help herself from feeling guilty how he was left to raise a spare child.
"I loved your mother very much, and I love you as if you were my very own, same as she had with my son, your brother Deacon." She knew deacon wasn't her real brother, but she'd always thought of him that way and it was hard to see it any other way. She hated the girls he'd go out with, if they were slytherin, she hated them, if they were Ravenclaw, Gryffindor, or even hufflepuff, she hated them, partially because of the slytherin in her, but also because she knew he deserved better, he always seemed to choose someone with flaws, maybe because sam had a tendancy to look for the flaws in them.
"I know, I guess I just thought my complection could use some sun, I wastedthe summer acting all bitter and resentful." He chuckled.
"Your mum was llike that too." Samarah looked at him with a furrowed brow, even when she'd asked, he barely spoke of her mother. "She was in slytherin same as you, head girl and bloody brilliant… she separated herself from the others a lot of the time too… hated my guts in school." Sam was confused, why would her mother hate him and thenMarry him.
"Why?" a simple question that asked for a simple answer, while the informstion was being given willingly. Sam had very little memory of her mother, who died shortly before her fourth birthday. He looked at her, deep inthoguht as he studied her features and how they reminded him so much of her mother.
"Well…we were from rival houses, so that put a buffer in between the two of us, but I was determined you know, she'd zap me one in defence and it only made me…" he frowned. "You remember ever hearing of a slytherin and a gryffindor in a relationship?" sam shook her head, it was a rare oddity when talked about and she'd never witnessed it in her lifetime. "Well, it only made me want to change her mind, your mum was one of a kind." He lifted a hand from the parcel and placed it on her shoulder. "You're just like her…" he stared at her as if reminssing.
"So what happened?" samarah broke his thoughts to make him continue, but really wondering, hoping he'd continue, hearing about her mother was filtering all of her resentment from her body.
"After school finished she ran off with this bloody slytherin, a real card, you'd swear he'd been at the mickey, all sixes and sevens that one was…" she wated to stop the story topose one question.
"Did you know his name?" he removed the hand from her shoulder and rubbed his wiskery chin, which samarah noted, he was alwaysa clean faced man, he must really have been worried. Henodded after a few moments.
"Riddle I think, yeah, that's it… then I came upon her in diagon alley one day, you were in tow, but only a little one then, wrapped up in her arms." A smile creeped upon her lips and she felt the sence of butterflies. "When… uh… when deacon ran off on me, went running off thelittle bugger… and that's when I finally changed hwer mind." He stopped andpatted her upon the shoulder.
"That's it?" sam asked, a little disappointed. "That's all you can tell me? She never...told you anything about him, you don't know who my father is?" she let out that question without thought, wondering if he really did care enough to tell her about thepapers on his desk. He cleared his throat and tapped the parcel with hisfingers so that the paper wrapped around it crinkled a little.
"Actually, I do, and I think it's time you know, but I warn you, I know nothing more than what is in this thing here…" he handed her the parcel and stood. "I'm but a simple teacher of arithmacy…" he leaned over and placed a kiss uppon her forehead, exiting the roomas she stared quizzically at the parcel in her hands.
Aubrey spent the entire day with her door barracaded shut, from everthing, knowing full well that they could use spells to openm it, but not caring, if they did, she'd just not talk or listen to them, she was stubborn in that way.
But the next day Aubrey had no choice but to come out, she ate healthily aftre going an entire day without eating anythign but her breakfast. She spoke nto a single word to the two people she resented most, no matter how hard theyt tried, no matter how lovely they tried to make thigns, no matter whether they wanted her to or not, the only words she spoke were under her breath to her half-sister ("oh shove off").
The long ride to theministry was the most silent and the most serene as she watched things out the window, her mouth starting to feel as if it was spellotaped shut. The elevator ride to the floor they needed to be on was worse, her parent's exchanging worried glances, she knew they were wondering if she would speak at all, even if asked certain questions. She watched her feet as she was led almost as silently to the office, where a man sat awaiting her and her parents, a very tireds looking man with a slight beard and bags under his eyes, even though he looked as energetic as any other.
"Ahh, you must be miss…" the man looked down upon a set of papers in front of him as he brought himself to a standing position. "Miss… black." He finished.
"Blake." Her mother corrected quickly, having given Aubrey her maiden name at birthe, that was the name she'd always gone by, which left an odd set of three last names in the household, once-upon-a-time having only been two. Aubrey had been given that last name, secondly because she was living with Mr and Mrs. Blake, being Her grandparentsa on her mother's side.
"Ahh, Blake." He corrected himself, extendinghis hand to Aubrey, who took it with a sense of reluctance and then it was offered to her mother and stepfather. "And you must be Mr. And Mrs. Aeyers?" they both nodded as the three took seats with his motioning. "I am William Navaira, I've been dealing with your files miss Blake, for the last few weeks, and I appologise for the late date that this meeting is held." Aubrey nodded.
"It's fine." She replied quietly as she took his seat as well.
"I understand that you…were recently informed of…certain… aspects of what this case concerns." Aubrey stifled a laugh.
"If youmean yesterday, then yes sir." She replied. "But I haven't been thoroughly informed, and I beg of you to tell me the complete truth without treating me like a child." He was taken aback by her forwardness and her words.
"I will do so, you have my word." Her parents again exchanged glances as she looked bitterly to her mother. "Anyways, this concernes your biological father, his death and his property." Aubrey's chest felt wieghed down, hit hard once again as that word reached her ears.
"H-his property?" she stuttered, her parents waiting with quizzical looks, neither of them had been fully informed.
"Yes, with his death, everything he owned was tobe given to you, the only living relative of the family, which is why this whole event was late as-was, it took me a long time to find these records and you." aubrey swallowed.
"Wh-why were we not informed of this, you can't give a fifteen year old everythign a cr-" Aubrey's mother was cut off as her husband cleared his throat. Mr. Navaira looked quizzically at the two of them.
"What mother, what was he?" Aubrey prodded bitterly, "best not keep this from me either." Mr. Navaira cleared his throat.
"You, you haven't told her who her fatehr was?" he asked her mother, who's eyes were averted immediately and she shook her head. "Miss Blake, your father was Sirius Black."
well, hope that quenched your thirst and hope that you liked what's going on and got more of a chance to get to know the plot and the characters. i'm really proud of this story and have a lot planned for it, so i hope to see it get attention, thanks to all who do...
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