A/N: Thought I'd add this as an intermediate chapter, the timing is the night following Astorias cure.
Cyrus entered the bed room slowly, his wife stood there ahead of him glancing down at old photos. He turned towards the glass cupboard, eyeing the bottle of fire whiskey. It took a few seconds before he decided and poured two cups. He found Roxanne suddenly sat on the bed, the same smile she'd had on the entire day. The day they spent in the Hogwarts infirmary wing.
Taking a seat beside with his wife, Cyrus offered one of the drinks in hand. He made no reaction to his wife wordlessly taking the offered drink, her eyes glued down onto a photo. He recognised it, it was the day they'd found out about Astorias illness.
Roxanne quickly gulped down the fiery drink, flinching slightly at the taste. She hadn't had it in a while. As it went coursing down her throat, she couldnt help the dismayed expression on her face.
"Still tastes like crap," She remarked, earning a snort out of Cyrus.
Her eyes quickly found the photo again and for the first time that day, the smile disappeared. She didn't think alcohol worked this quickly...
"She's cured..." Roxanne found her self saying out loud, almost afraid she would wake up and find out it was another dream.
Cyrus quickly put an arm over the woman's shoulder.
"Cyrus, she's cured!" Roxanne repeated, tears in her eyes. Turning slowly she pulled the man into a hug, her tears quickly falling onto his robes.
The two sat in the same position for a few moments before Roxanne pulled herself back, ignoring the tears on her face she looked up towards Cyrus.
"I remember it like it was yesterday... When that nurse told me what was wrong with my daughter..." Roxanne sobbed silently.
"I think that was the first time you called someone a mudblood."
"Only time..." Roxanne whined. "And that nurse wasn't even muggleborn!"
Cyrus felt a lot of the tension fall off at the smile.
"Her words wouldn't leave me... Can't be cured..." Roxanne looked away to the left,
"I don't know what I would've done, if Id had to attend my daughter funeral..."
"You don't have to worry about that... Not anymore." Cyrus remarked, grabbing her into another hug.
Roxanne merely nodding along, "We need more photos of him, much more." she added on suddenly feeling drained.
Cyrus sat there for a few moments before he was sure she was asleep before quickly placing her into a more comfortable position on the bed. Following that, he made his way towards the door, quickly picking up the fire whiskey bottle.
Making his way downstairs, Cyrus took a spot on the sofa before placing the bottle on the table in front of him.
He stared at the drink for a few moments.
"She's cured..." He tasted the words on his mouth. Turning towards the bottle, he picked it up, removed the cap and drank from it directly.
"She's cured..." He repeated, a smile added on.
Up until today he would've never believed it if someone had told him there would come a day he would feel happier then his wedding day. When the Hogwarts nurse had told him, with a bright smile on her face, that Astoria was in fact cured? The feeling was almost unexplainable. It was as if everything he'd been waiting for had occurred at once. When he had seen his youngest healthier then he'd ever seen her. He'd almost cried. On the bed next to her, the boy responsible. He had been sleeping there as if nothing had happened. A bored look on his face, almost as if he hadn't just caused miracle.
Cyrus shook his head before quickly flinching as he'd blinked rapidly.
He shouldn't have done that mid drink.
As he stared at the mess around him, he simply shrugged. His youngest daughter was cured. All three Greengrass girls were healthy... And as it were, Happier then they had ever been, gone were the worries of the curse, gone were the sleepless nights whenever Astoria had a sudden attack... All because of a boy, a child who could be condemned if the wrong people knew who he was. The kindest child he had ever seen. The amount of effort he must've put in... All for his daughter. When no one else could or would do anything, it turned out to be the orphan born with the wrong name.
No, not orphan, he was their ward. And would be for as long as the boy wanted, though he wasn't arguing with his wife if the boy decided too early. That was a battle even Dumbledore wouldn't win.
The ward that changed everything for them. The only one who had managed to help a family stay together, the only one who might've never know what a family was. All because of his name. And yet? He did it without asking for anything, other then permission to date his daughter... Or rather that was the other way round. He did it with a smile on his face, as if the consequences weren't important. As long as Astoria was cured.
"She's cured..." He was rather sure they were quickly becoming his favourite words.