I do not own Harry potter I just make up stories based off of j.k rowlings wonderful work of art.
Last Chapter
"M-m" she begins to cry not even starting her sentence properly before bursting into another bout of tears.
"Shhhh il mio topolino. Tell daddy what's wrong so I can make it better."
"Ma-mummy's sick! I went to the kitchen and she was on the floor and she wasn't moving daddy! She wasn't!" As soon as the words leave her mouth I rush with her to the kitchen and I hear Grangers frantic footsteps behind me. I burst through the door but the rooms is empty, save for a few droplets of blood on the floor. My heart falls into my stomach and my panic level rises to an all new high.
"Princess, look at me! Where is your mother? Was somebody else here? Are you alright did they hurt you? Do you know them?" I fire question after question at my baby girl. Shit I should never have left. If she's hurt I'll never forgive myself. I realize someone else is missing. "Where is your brother?"
Blaise pov
She continues to sob uncontrollably and I have to shake her slightly to get her attention.
"Look sweetie you must tell daddy what happened so I can help, please princess tell me." I plead not knowing what else to do. I try to keep my voice even because I do not want to frighten her.
"I called nana on mummy's phone and her and nonna came over and they took her upstairs but she's still not moving daddy! What if she doesn't wake up for a long time like what happened to you? I want my mommy!" She begins to cry again and I'm relieved that no one has taken her.
"Where's your brother? Is he with them?" I ask softly and she nods rubbing vigorously at her eyes.
I make my way upstairs to find out what's wrong, with Granger not too far behind me.
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I open the door to Nadia's room. There is one thing very out of place. My mother, her mother, and our son are present in the the room, but it's the blonde male sitting at her bedside holding her hand that is very out of place. I study him silently at the door for a minute before it hits me.
It's the man, the same man who I got into a fight with and he did...that to me. Because of him I was in a coma for years and I missed everything! Didn't I avada him? I'm sure I did, I know I'm not mistaken. If he is not dead that means that he would have to be like Nadia and her family.
I let those thoughts simmer in my head for a minute as I become increasingly furious. After what he did to me, to this family she would have the gall to not only be with him but to carry his child!
I feel my control slipping and I know that I don't have very long to get out of here before I attack. I try to move but my pride won't let me the shame of that day replaying in my mind. No I won't leave it.
With my fleeting composure I place my daughter on her feet on the ground and whisper to her to make sure her nor her brother leave this room no matter what; she promises. This is not something that I want them to bear witness to.
I clear my throat. "Can I have a word with you in the sitting room in a minute?" I inquire towards him all the occupants in the room look towards the door as soon as I speak. My mother looks a bit panicked towards me and I make my face as neutral as possible so as not to raise suspicion. I spin and leave the room not even a second after to retrieve what I need.
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I sit quietly on the single sofa waiting for his arrival. It is taking a lot of effort to keep my composure but the thought of the reward to come keeps my resolve strong. I smirk slightly as I hear him descend the stairs.
"So let me guess, you want an apology? You're wasting your time." He says making his way over to me. I stand and look down at him. I know he is intimidated by my 6'4 stature. He is trying to look tough but I see fear in his eyes. I keep quiet.
"Look I already told Nadia that if I ever saw you again I would avoid you since there is no way I could ever be even remotely cordial with you. Your kind aren't the kind of people I want to waste my time on. I would sooner hang around muggles before I associate with bootlegged wizards like you." He says viciously more confident now I suspect because of my silence. He obviously doesn't know who he's fucking with.
"What nothing to say? I thought you wanted to talk." At his words I smirk and his smug look falls, he searches my face and before he reads my mind and anticipates my next move like I know he easily can I run the blade of the knife I retrieved from the kitchen deep into his stomach and twist in every direction, superior smirk still firmly placed.
His face however is marred with shock, pain, and utter disbelief. He gasp reaching weakly for the hand which holds the knife and my grin widens. My magic may not be up to par compared to his but he is not immune to physical attack, exactly as I anticipated. I would have preferred to bludgeon the bastard to death but it would have meant that he could use magic or someone would hear. I guess this will have to do.
In the few seconds after my initial attack many thoughts run through my head and as the light slowly begins to flicker and fade in his eyes. I regret what I've done. This isn't me, this isn't the person I want to be. Not anymore. I use to be able to do these things without batting an eye when my step father and I diligently followed the dark lord. But I wanted to be better. I still want to.
When the side I fought for lost I took a good look at my life and I knew I didn't want to be labeled 'death eater' or 'murderer' ever. I was never tried, I was acquitted because they believed my step father forced me into serving that monster...monster. Is that what I've become?
I tried to better my self all those years after the war especially after the birth of my son, and now look at me. I need to control myself. This is not the first time I've slipped back into my old ways; it happened the night I slapped Nadia, every time I see another man so much as look at her though I am in better control then, the time that this man and I got into our first altercation, the night I found Nadia with that healer woman, and now.
I've gone too far this time, I need help. I don't want to go to azkaban, I've been in the mental prison of my coma too long to go and get locked up now just because I can't control my temper or jealousy. I won't see my Nadia or any of my kids again. I might as well do the right thing seeing as I will get locked up for this.
All those thoughts fly rapidly through my mind as his legs collapse beneath him and he slides backwards off of the blade, blood pouring from the mutilated wound. I catch him before he falls knife clattering to the ground in the process, and for once in my life I don't decide to hide the evil I've done. I don't drag his body away and finish disposing of him. He looks weekly up at me eyes fluttering tiredly.
"Jenny! Jenny come quick! Please..." I shout Nadia's mothers name, sealing my fate of punishment I'm sure.
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NADIA POV
"Mmmm" I groan as my eyes flutter open, the light hits them and I squint. As soon as I do my head begins to pound and I groan again. I have no time to assess what has happened because I void my stomach all over my neck and chest. As soon as the warm liquid collects it disappears and I open my eyes immediately to see what has happened.
Surrounding me is my mother, Zarah, my children, and Hermione who is giving me a strange look.
"Jenny! Jenny come quick!" I hear Blaise's distressed voice shout. I try to stand quickly forgetting about feeling sick for a moment. But only just a moment because vertigo hits as soon as I sit up, and I collapse back onto the bed. Someone holds my shoulders.
"Don't move" Zarah whispers as I hear what I suspect to be my mothers heels clopping as she quickly exits the room.
"But Blaise..." I croak.
"Shhh never you mind that." I hear some knocking and commotion downstairs and I sit up slowly this time. Blaise speeds into the room, his shirt and hand covered in blood. There are gasps around the room.
"What happened daddy?" My little girl asks sounding as if she is on the verge of crying. He pauses for a second. The looks of guilt marring his handsome face.
"Damn it Blaise! What did you do?" His mother shouts sounding furious.
"Blaise hurry!" My mother shouts from downstairs sounding panicked.
"Remember what I told you." He says looking at the kids quickly then he grabs my mothers potion bag barely sparing me a glance as he exits, with a very concerned looking Hermione on his heels.
Not long after she exits the room I hear her scream. "Oh Merlin!" And that's the last straw I must know what has happened I must help if it's needed. I sit up again ignoring the throbbing pain in my head. Zarah tries to stop me but I push her hands away and stand steadying myself. I can barely feel my feet, they feel numb other than a slight tingle in a few of my toes.
I rush quickly through the door and to the top of the stair case and what I see in my sitting room shocks me. My mother is working diligently over a pale looking Luke who is lying in a puddle of blood.
"Oh Merlin Blaise..." I hear Zarah say. I hadn't realized that she followed me out. I direct my attention back to the sitting room and notice Blaise is sitting bent over with his head in his hands and Hermione over his shoulder whispering to him.
I stumble down the stairs willing my numb feet to go faster. I reach the centre of the living room and look silently for a minute at Luke. My brain is telling me what has happened, that Blaise is responsible but I don't want to believe it.
"This isn't your fault, I know someone who can help you...don't blame yourself. I'll figure something out. Maybe he won't press charges when he wakes up." I hear Hermione whispering softly to him.
"If he wakes up" Blaise says his voice filled with anguished and regret. I know there is no denying what has happened here. How could they let this go so far?
"Blaise...why? I don't...I don't understand I-" I begin but I'm cut off viciously.
"Oh you don't understand?" Hermione says venomously. "How could you stand there and pretend not to know why this happened?! How could you? I can't believe this! You are my cousin and I love you but god damnit I'm going to let you know where you're wrong. This man loves you, with everything he has with all of his being and this is how you repay him? You pushed him to this, Merlin knows this is exactly how I would have reacted or worse if it had been Draco who'd done this. Can't you see how much you're hurting him. What do you have to say for yourself?" She says sounding hurt and angry all at once. I'm confused. Why is Hermione defending him this way? And what on earth are they talking about?
"I-I...what are you talking about?" Hermione looks incredulously at me and I know I am about to get the telling off of my life. For what? I don't know. But before she answers me Blaise stands and is suddenly in front of me looking completely heartbroken down at me with fat tears rolling down his cheeks.
"I am not an idiot so please don't treat me like one. Please stop lying to me." He pleads crying even harder on his last sentence. I wrap my arms around him but he quickly maneuvers his way out of them. I feel rejected and the look on his face is breaking my heart. He always seems so strong and confident. I've never seen him look like this...so broken. I hate myself for avoiding him all this time, I never knew it would affect him this way.
"Blaise I'm sorry, I haven't been very fair to you in the last few months and I apologize for that. It was very silly and childish of me but I was confused...I wasn't sure what I should feel or what I should do. I've lived without you so long and I didn't know how to go back to how we were. I-I...there is no excuse for how I acted. I love you Blaise and I'm sorry I hurt you." I say looking him in the eye and he doesn't look satisfied if anything he looks more hurt.
"Sweetheart please just tell me everything...please. Just tell me everything and we can start over. If I don't go to azkaban today I promise that I'll do my best to understand to be everything you need me to be. Just promise me you will always be truthful with me. I'll help you through the pregnancy...I'll treat the child like one of my own. I love you." He says pained tears still streaming down his face. I'm shocked.
"What? I don't understand-" I begin.
"Nadia?" I hear a hoarse voice croak behind me and I recognize it. I spin around to find Luke looking a bit less pale and I'm relieved. I drop to my knees beside him. I knew there was a strong possibility that he would be okay, if there wasn't my mother would have asked for help. I'm still relieved though that he is feeling better.
"How are you feeling?" I ask.
"Great...just great." He says sarcastically as he tries to sit up. I try to stop him but he resist and sits up any way. He looks at me and then past me. "Why is he still here?" He asks loud enough for Blaise I suspect to hear. He looks back at me accusingly, it seems that he almost wants to call me a traitor. "Can I have a quick word with you?" He whispers only to me standing and pulling me with him. An arm grabs my other hand and stops us.
"Where are you going? What does he mean by 'what am I doing here?' Were you planning to leave me as well? To kick me out?" He asks sounding more broken than before. "Please don't do that, I can change...please don't leave me. I want you, I can't live without you...or my children please. I'll do anything please." He pleads getting on his knees and wrapping his arms around my midsection while placing his head between my bosom and sobbing. I am shocked beyond belief. What is going on here?
"Blaise what are you talking about?" Luke begins to tug at my arm. "Let go of me!" I shout at Luke. Pulling my hand away.
"No no no no" Blaise begins to sob even harder and holds me even tighter. I realize he thinks I am talking to him.
"Not you Blaise... Not you shhh please don't cry. I love you so much. I don't want to see you cry Blaise please tell me what's the matter." But he continues to cry and I know he is beyond answering me coherently now. I begin to stroke his head.
"Luke... I think it's time for you to leave. Your family owes us many favors so I trust that what happened today will not be talked about...ever." My mother says to him. He huffs but I hear his footsteps retreating. "Hermione you seem to know what is going on. Why don't you enlighten us?" My mother says calmly.
"Nadia's been cheating on him." As soon as she says that Emilia and my quasi relationship pops into my head. He knew about that, he found out the first day he got home and after our make-out session and him almost shagging me on the counter the next morning I thought he forgave me. "Now she's pregnant with that git Luke's child." What?
"What?!" I shout the same time as Zarah."Are you serious? I would never! I never touched him in that way! Ever! I am not pregnant, my period just finished a couple days ago. Oh my Gosh is this what all of this is about?" I look at her incredulously. Her stern look falters.
"B-but Blaise said you didn't...you know react to him how you should when he drank for you...and you tasted different." I'm confused at first but then I realize she must know that Blaise is a veela and I remember what a few of the books said but I don't remember anything about taste.
"What does taste have to do with anything?" I inquire.
"I think I can explain that." My mother says. "Nadia has been taking calming potions..." She goes on to explain why I did it, the mechanics and what the result of it was.
Ever since Blaise got home and I practically threw myself at him in the kitchen I was disappointed in myself. I still didn't know how I should react or what I should feel when he woke up. I didn't know if we should act like nothing happened and go back to the old us or if we should get to know each other again. I couldn't keep a clear head with him around. I wanted to jump his bones or let him jump mine at any time.
I wanted a chance to think, to know what I truly wanted before I just went back to him. I always end up hurting people and I did feel guilty about Emilia still. Though I was trying to avoid hurting him I ended up doing so any way by doing what I did.
I began to take calming potions so that I could keep a clear head around him. I took like ten a day or sometimes more, my body started to reject the high levels of calming potion in my system so I would throw up a few times a day and sometimes feel faint if I got myself worked up.
The potions are why my blood tasted funny. The day Blaise drank from me and left I was really upset I went back to the kitchen and downed another potion. I had gotten so used to them, so addicted, that any other emotion other than calm felt strange. My mother came over today to cleanse me. She gave me a few voiding potions to clean my blood stream and body from the calming potion. Hurt is the only emotion I've felt since I've woken up.
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I caress his back lovingly once again while I hum a random tune. We got him calmed down enough to explain everything, and now we are both in the long sofa; me sitting caressing his back and him with his head in my lap completely silent.
"Daddy, is it okay for us to come outside now." I hear my son call at the top of the stairs. Blaise is deep in thought he probably did not hear.
"Of corse you can come outside. Why wouldn't you be able to."
"Daddy told Olivia that we shouldn't leave the room. I'm tired of sitting in there it's boring mommy." Alex whines and I realize that before all the commotion Blaise probably told them to stay in. Well at least they don't know any of what happened, I would have hated for them to be any part of that.
A/n stay tuned all there are definitely more twist and turns to come for this story. This is NOT the end. If you haven't already make sure to check out the alternate story Find light in the dark which is posted already. I will be updating that one next. Until next time keep calm and be positive.