The Metamorphous Orphan and Voldemort's Heir
this chapter is where i will start putting it in alternate first person, hope you like it. i tried to get their voices right. anyway read and review
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Chapter 6: of Silver and Gold
Zyla's POV:
Draco erupted shortly after telling me the truth. I had stopped crying and my pent up anger was giving way as well. Not my father? Lucius Malfoy, Not My FATHER? And the bloody MUGGLE KILLING PHYSCOTIC PREDJUDICE LORD FREAKING VOLDEMORT IS? What was my mum thinking when she had sex with the sick twisted…..well you get the point, that is what I was thinking while Draco yelled things at my-His father like, "DO YOU NOT SEE THAT WELT! IT'S BIGGER THAN HER BLOODY FACE! I'm surprised you didn't break her face, with the force you applied to that slap. DAD. LOOK. AT. HER! THAT'S THE GIRL YOU SWORE TO PROTECT AND TAKE CARE OF WHEN MUM GAVE BIRTH TO HER AND YOU STAYED! SHE'S AS MUCH YOUR DAUGHTER AS I AM YOUR SON!" Draco was furious that Lucius had raised a hand to me. Normally when Dad-Lucius punished me Draco and Mum sat on the sidelines and never said anything, maybe he went too far this time because Mum had entered the room as well, and Draco hadn't let up yet.
You could tell Mum had entered mother bear mode, she was standing quite protectively in front of both Draco and I. Drake stood almost on top of her as he tried to near Lucius and beat some sense in to him. Both my brother and mother's eyes glinted with anger and/or hatred for Lucius. Draco's silvery grey ones reminded me of the silver double edged sword I saw at Hogwarts with glowing rubies that danced in the fire light. Mum's reminded me of the icicles that were currently hanging outside my window, both sets dangerous and beautiful and both sets stared down Lucius as he cowered near my wardrobe. Draco's shaggy white blonde hair had fallen haphazardly in to his eyes as growled one final thing at his father, "She's staying with me and my family until she decides otherwise, Mum you are welcome to join us for Christmas if you like, but Father may not come until I see a dramatic change in his behavior toward my baby sister. Zyla get dressed and collect your things we'll be leaving soon." I nodded and grabbed my robe and ran to shower before I collected myself to leave.
Teddy's POV:
When Uncle Ron dropped me and Uncle Harry off at the Potter Cottage, I immediately felt relieved and safe. I smiled and wiped of my face and helped Uncle Harry with my trunk and things. As soon as the door opened I was tackled by my god brother James, he had grown a little since September and I was happy to see him. "Hey! Jamie, I gotta let your dad in so he doesn't freeze." I said and attempted to move before Uncle Harry got frost bite. Just as Uncle Harry entered he was bombarded by his two younger children, Lily who was just starting to walk at the age of one and Albus who was turning three in March. "Hey, You two!" he said scooping up the tiny children and squeezing them tightly before letting them go and attack me with James. "Teeeeeeeh!" Lily squealed as I picked her up and hugged her. Albus frowned at me and said the sentence he had just learned and used quite often, "No fair! I first!" his small voice was young and whiny as I set Lily down and gave him a sly smile, "Not unless I get you first." He smiled a big toothy (which is weird 'cause he only had a few) smile, a ran as fast as his little legs would carry him in the opposite direction toward the kitchen. I jogged after him and scooped him up blowing loudly into his chubby two and a half year old tummy. He laughed and squirmed in my arms, attempting to get away from me as I tickle tortured him. James followed us and joined in on the tickle fest taking me from behind so Al could get away. Aunt Ginny chuckled as she watched us wrestle with each other. "Oh boys, now I know how Mum felt watching George and Ron and occasionally Percy if he was in the mood. You can't help but laugh; it's cute how they get along." She said to Uncle Harry as he entered the room after us. He smiled and looked at us with a happy light glowing in his emerald eyes, a light that was there since I could remember unless he was seriously mad. Then James asked a question on a subject that Aunt Gin tried hard not to talk about, her only dead brother. "What about the Other One, Fred? Mum?" James was always intrigued with the Twins, even if he only knew one of them. Uncle Ron and Uncle Harry often referred to Fred Weasley as the Other One or the Other Twin, because it was easier to talk about him around Uncle George who lost it every time you did anyway, no matter if you were talking about his son (whose name is also Fred) or his twin. Aunt Gin's eyes welled with tears and she left the room as Uncle Harry looked at James with a stern face, "it's too soon, buddy, too soon." Was all he said and then he ran up the stairs to find Aunt Ginny.
James pouted and sat staring at floor with a look of hurt and confusion filling his caramel colored hazel eyes with tears soon to follow I quickly went over to him and hugged him, "It's ok, Jamie, you didn't know . It's not your fault that he died okay? In fact your dad told me when I was your age and asked the same question to Uncle George, that Uncle Fred died so we could grow up happy like him, he died protecting our childhood. And I bet he's awfully proud of you and your epic pranking skills." I said tickling the five years old who giggled slightly. "But Mum never talks about him and Uncle George does all the time." He was still very distraught over making his mother cry. "That's because sometimes it's easier for someone to talk about a dead family member than to not. I ask your dad questions about my mum and dad all the time, he still gets teary eyed but he says it's easier to remember them in a happy light that way." I explained to the upset little boy. He took a deep breath and settled into my arms as Aunt Ginny came down with some tears still glistening in her dark brown eyes but a small smile in her face as she walked over to James and pulled him out of my arms and held him close, "I'm not mad at you Love, I'm upset at that wall that took him away. Let's go into another room and I'll tell you about him." She said as she walked out of the kitchen with him.
I sat in the kitchen for a while pondering what I was to do without kids my age to talk to and hang out with, like Zyla I shook my head at the thought, I didn't want to cry again did I? Albus looked at me with his giant green eyes that he inherited from Uncle Harry, filled with confusion at my gesture. "du otay?" he asked in his young two year old voice. I smiled at him and nodded, "Yes, Al, I'm okay, thank you though." He gave me another not quite filled toothy smile and crawled into the parlor with baby Lily and Uncle Harry, I followed slowly, looking at all the pictures of Uncle Harry and Aunt Ginny at school. And then there was a giant photo of all Aunt Ginny's brother with them celebrating Uncle Harry's 17th birthday. Everyone was smiling and laughing, the Twins made jokes about Uncle Harry being old, Aunt Ginny told me about that party all the time because that was the same year I was born. My mum and dad were in the photo smiling and laughing along with everyone else. I smiled a small smile and felt the tears I tried to hold in earlier fall slowly down my face. Dad's shaggy dirty blonde hair curtaining his scratched up face, so warm and loving; Mum's bubble gum pink hair pulled in short little pigtail puffs, her quirky style is what caused my metamorphing awesomeness to occur, she was so open and carefree. I barely knew them but I know for a fact that I miss them a lot.
I sat in the hall and quietly mourned them while staring at pictures with them in it. I didn't notice Uncle Harry come into the hall until he sat down next to me and wrapped his big arms around me and held me close while I cried. He always knew what I was going through, he lost his parents around the same time I did. "Shh, Teddy-bear I got you, it's okay buddy." He said in a calming voice in my ear, I cried a little harder at that, because even if Uncle Harry was there, Mum and Dad never would be, they were gone, I'd never get the same experience that James, Al, and Lily get because my parents aren't here to kiss my knee when I get a scratch on it, or make me hot chocolate when I have a night mare. Uncle Harry seemed to understand because he started to cry too, that happened a lot when I get like this, he just joins me and we cry and cry until we got no more tears and then he'll make some stupid joke that'll make me laugh and then we have a muggle chocolate bar because, "it always helps when you feel like crap." At least that's what my dad said to Uncle Harry when he was younger.
We sat crying like that for a couple hours and then Uncle Harry said something that I never thought about before, "They're watching you know, my parents and your parents and Sirius. They're just as sad about us as we are about them." He smiled down at me, I looked up at him like he was insane and laughed. "What? How do you know that?" I asked still looking at him. Harry looked sheepish then replied, "the year you were born, I went into the forbidden forest to defeat Voldemort, but before I did I pulled a stone out of my pocket and summoned my parents, Sirius Black, my god father, and your father and I talked to them, and my mother promised me that she was always with me, as did my father, Sirius and your father." He said with a solem look in his evergreen eyes, "So they're with me too?" I asked looking curiously at him. Harry nodded and smiled, "Now which chocolate bar do you want this time?" I laughed at that and raced him out the door to his car.