Chapter 11
Ara Cassiopeia Black
The little bundle of joy in her hands was as beautiful as a newly bloomed rose. Cassiopeia never believed that she would get the joy of being called a mother by someone.
And as she glanced at the little babe in her arms, she knew that magic always grants wishes, no matter how long one has to wait.
After the elf popped into his next adventure, Cassiopeia returned to the depths of her French castle. The front hall was decorated in a rich white tone. The beautiful white astronomical clock is the pride of her grand hall. It is observed by the muggle world that there are only 3 such clocks in making and still in working order. But having inherited it from her grandfather, who was Sirius Black I, Cassiopeia cherished it like she cherished one of her prized inventions. The room itself was in magnificent glory. It's proper for an old spinster, but now she has a little cherub to take care of. And now every step will be to make her world wonderful and amazing, no matter the horrors of her past, as Cassiopeia Stella Black vows never to let her face them again.
Her life will present the little one with a lot of challenges, but they will be new, and she will be present to aid her in the way. Feeling strong and motivated, she spoke the next words.
"Prepare the ritual room," commanded Cassiopeia.
"Yes, mistress," Mippy replied.
Come, my little star, let's get you ready for this new adventure of your life."
Cassiopeia left the hall and went with a chubby one-day-old into her room. One glance at the wall's ancient, beautiful clock, she noted that today was the 19th day of the ninth month. A strong day for the brightest star
Your name will be the first in the Black family's history. No one has ever named their little ones Ara, yet you're chosen has done so. You must be as pure as they are in your heart.
They say the fire at the altar has the strength to forgive the greatest sins and forget the biggest mistakes, but it also holds the power to ignite the world with a mere spark.
"I hope to do justice to this responsibility Lady Magic has bestowed on me. I hope I raise thee as wisely as they did, as the kind that your heart may beat for others, but more so as loved as I humanly can." She murmured Cassiopeia in Hermione's little ear. Hermione, for her part, has not woken up from her deep slumber.
Hermione
Dream realm
She is an 18-year-old girl, with dreams as random as they get. She never had any company beyond her Hogwarts years. Since the day she understood what the outer world consists of, Hermione has become a lone wolf. One who creates her pack and knows how to keep it together A wolf that knows when to push and when to pull She made many mistakes along the way, but she always cared for the ones she called hers. Her family.
Even with her friendship with Slytherins, she always maintained a line to not hurt their counterparts in Gryffindor and vice versa. So, when she started exploring the realm of dreams, Hermione realised that she didn't have any teenage fantasies of boys, wasn't doing any makeup to seek their attention, and wasn't the most beautiful of the lot. But what she aimed for was wisdom and truth; her curiosity knows no bounds, and her feelings of justice and equality may have caused many problems, but they are also what make her stand out. And Hermione loves that she is unique and that her heart is big enough that everyone can fit in it.
As Hermione started walking, she found that she was in a meadow filled with flowers and a beautiful lake with a bridge and gazebo in the centre. There was a boat near the shore. It was a small boat; maybe at most two people could be seated in it. The boat was white and filled with lilies and peonies. As if her legs took her near it, she climbed in it, and her hands automatically moved towards the rows on both sides. As the boat started to move, her heart started pounding in her chest. With each row, Hermione felt that she was moving in the direction of something significant. The view from the boat was mesmerising between willows; the lake looked like a hidden heaven.
There was a figure standing in the gazebo wearing black robes, with his hair flowing like waves over his shoulders. The figure was tall and lean. His back was facing her. With each passing moment, Hermione felt scared but full of anticipation. The fear was not like the one she felt when Nagini attacked them. It was like butterflies were floating in her stomach as she anticipated something wonderful. Approaching the gazebo, the figure started to move. His hands, which were crossed over his chest, were now on the railing. As if he were agitated yet trying to play it cool. Being with her boys gave Hermione some insight into their mannerisms, even if the one standing in front of her was more of a man than a silly schoolboy. Something in her was shouting to reach him and hold onto him as strongly as possible.
She reached the white steps of the gazebo and climbed out of it. With each step, she took forward, the masculine figure started to turn; at that moment, molten silver met golden brown, and then everything went black as the darkest night.
Number 12 Grimmauld Place
A wailing baby and toddler were being consoled by a frantic couple in the middle of the night of September 19. The 3-month-old was wailing as if he needed something but couldn't reach it.
The one-year-old toddler beside him was struggling to soothe his brother. Walburga and Orion were both holding Regulus and Sirius in their arms. But their wailing and screeching had no end.
Black Islands
Somewhere between Cardiff and Bristol, a small island resides in the Celtic Sea.
A small manor with three beautiful young girls and their parents The girls were agitated, and everything in the manor was smashing and flying from here to there.
Bellatrix, the most extravagant bayonet of the three, was causing the major outburst. She was causing random fire to spark in the oddest of places.
Andromeda, the middle child among the three sisters, was making things fly and bumping them with the walls and people's heads in the way.
Narcissa was the youngest and the calmest, yet the calm in her was the one that came before the storm. Cissa was born with an affinity for mind magic. She was the calmest amongst the chaos, yet she was always the one to cause it.
Cygnus and Druella both were worried and tried their best that no one got hurt.
Somewhere in Wales
Potter Manor
Little James was wailing and screaming, and Dorea and her husband Charlus didn't know what was wrong with him. James was crying and screaming as the lightning and thunder outside the window were roaring.
The parents of the little boy tried everything to soothe and calm the little infant but each effort was in vain.
Two hours after midnight the raven-haired boy was sleeping and the potter house elf Minne was sitting near his crib. Both parents were exhausted.
"Whatever the reason for that was, I hope it never happens again" complained a tired and sleepy Dorea Potter as she was laying her head on her husband's head.
"I hope the major battle is won and now we can sleep my love," Charlus said.
He kissed Dorea's forehead and stood up and moved near the crib. Charlus besotted a soft kiss on James's forehead and took hold of his sleepy wife's hand and moved towards the gate.
" Have some rest Minne and take care of our little prince" called out Dorea
"Young master is safe with Minnie."
The door was closed and a young boy of 5 months was sleeping soundlessly in his room. Little did he know that after that day his life would be lived for 2 women one he will love endlessly from the day he will lay eyes on her and one he will cherish as his little sister, his godsister whose happiness is everything to him.
Castle Black
Between the Eye of Ireland and Lambay Castel on a small island heavily repelled and wared from the eye of muggles was the Black Island. Created by the Black Prince to safeguard his family. A heavily magical place.
The seat of the Black Family patriarch. The head of the family has to live here and start a family here. When the young members start their own families they are given a home of choice to move their family.
The castle is the legacy of the head of the family. The original family tapestry is weaved and placed here. The magic of the tapestry does not allow it to be destroyed in any way, No one is disinherited and cast out of the true line. The original bloodline.
Every family branched out of the castle has to have a replica of this tapestry in their homes.
Toujours Pur, Always pure means the purity of looking at the world as a vast black space. And accepting it as it is. Purity of thought.
Arcturus Black taught his family the same belief. According to him, magic was pure and each member of his family has to safeguard it.
On the night of 19th September 1961 at 12:12 midnight a new name branched out from Cassiopeia's branch. The name on that branch was a new one.
Ara Cassiopeia Black.
Château noir, France
The baby girl opened her eyes, which were now silver grey with hints of golden brown around the irises as if the fire and ice were melting together in them.