~ Chapter 2~

"Mum, please. You have to eat something. You've got to keep up your strength" Aiden begged his mother.

Minerva turned around on the bed to face the other side, instead of her youngest son. She couldn't bear seeing the pained look on his face. Especially when she was the one causing it.

"Dad wouldn't have wanted this" Aiden argued.

Minerva turned around abruptly. "Well he didn't want a lot of things to happen, did he? He didn't want the Potter's to die, he didn't want Umbridge in the school, but she still came! He didn't want Fudge to ever have been Minister but somehow that stupid oaf got it , didn't he? And he sure as hell didn't want to lose her but she still left didn't she?" Minerva calmed down a little after that last statement. "Don't you see Aiden? Your father didn't want a lot of things to happen, but they still happened anyway." She finished with tears streaming down her face.

Aiden stepped back, tears slowly filling his emerald eyes. "I-I'm sorry mum."

"Leave me be, Aiden. Please" begged his mother as she turned around once more.

Aiden obliged and left the room, wiping away his tears. He entered the sitting room, where he found his older brother Alberic sitting on the couch, pouring a glass of wine for himself. He offered one to Aiden, who refused.

"So how is she today?" He asked after a long gulp.

"Same as yesterday. Refusing to eat, just lying there in her own little world."

"Did mum mention her again?" Alberic asked in an annoyed tone.

Aiden glared, the fiery temper that ran in their genes rapidly rising. "Why doesn't anyone ever say her name? It's always her."

"Oh, I'm sorry. Do you want to call her by another of her various nicknames? Bitch? Whore? Selfish Slut? Traitor? Do any of these catch your fancy?"

"Why must you be like that? Always focusing on the negative."

"Well there isn't exactly anything left after the negative." Alberic answered coolly.

"You can lie to yourself if you like, brother. But don't bother lying to me. I know you still love her, you still care about Adara."

"Ah yes. That was her name! Adara! My memory is becoming intensively clear! Yes, I remember everything so perfectly now! Adara! That one girl who looked like a whore, dressed like a whore, acted like one. The alcoholic bitch who did nothing but drugs and alcohol and whined constantly about how her life was so cruel and unfair. Yes, sounds of my childhood are becoming so perfectly clear now!" Alberic ranted. He raised his wine glass "Long live Adara! The bitchiest whore in the world!"

Aiden pulled out his wand and pointed it at his brother "You would never understand what Adara went through. What she still goes through!. Especially now that you won't even speak to her anymore!"

Alberic, calmly put his younger brother's wand down and grasped him firmly by the shoulders. This time he spoke seriously. "Aiden, I spent most of my life trying to keep the peace between our parents and our sister. You wouldn't remember, you were much too young. They were always bickering. I can promise you, the best thing that ever happened in their lives was when they broke apart. They are much happier this way."

"Maybe before, but not now. Mum wants to make peace with Adara. Especially now with dad gone and the war raging on. Please, you have to help me convince Adara. Dad would've wanted this."

Alberic let go of his brother. He walked over to the table and took a long gulp, finishing his drink. "Very well. We shall inform the Order of our plans. With luck, they'll be able to help us."

Aiden smiled brightly and hugged his brother.