~Memory Two~
Minerva walked into her living room, giving a small smile as she watched her daughter read through her fairy tale book. She stared in awe as she listened to her daughter read through the whole story perfectly without any errors. At the back of her mind she wondered when Adara had gotten so good at reading. In fact, she didn't even know Adara could read in the first place. She stopped her thoughts when she heard Adara finish the end of one story.
"Alright little one. Time for bed." Minerva said as she took the book gently from her daughter's hands.
"Mummy, when's dad coming home?" asked Adara.
"Soon darling. Very soon." She answered as usual
Adara rolled her eyes and sighed "You always say that!"
"And its always true! You're father will be here sooner than you know it."
Adara scoffed. "That's what you said three weeks ago."
"Adara…" The last thing Minerva wanted to do at the moment was to argue with her daughter so she hastily changed the subject. "You know, I'm very proud of you, Adara. You can read so well now. Who taught you how to read?"
"No one taught me. How could they? No one's ever here. Alberic is always at Hagrid's hut and it's just me with the house-elves. I had to learn by myself"
"Well in any case, I'm still very proud of you." She hugged her daughter but her daughter just shrugged her off.
"You would have been proud of me last year. After all, that's when I learned how to read." Said Adara icily.
"Oh…" Minerva said as her face fell.
Adara sighed and stood up, walking away from her mother. "Don't worry mum. I'm going to bed already, so you can go back to grading your papers. We both know that's what you'd rather be doing anyway."
Before Minerva could reply to her daughter's rather obnoxious statement, Adara was already in her room and locked her door, completely unaware that her mother was reduced to tears from the red- hot blade of her words.