The seer's words kept echoing in Isabella's head—"Darkness will come. Blood will no longer be blood. To protect the child, a web must be spun."
It was starting to make sense.
Isabella was scared—scared for her family, scared for her lover, scared for the future. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw the black blotch of ink on Severus' forearm—the grinning skull, the slithering snake. She had not told anyone about that, of course. Severus had not even needed to tell her to keep silent about such a subject—one did not go blathering about the return of You-Know-Who as if it were some trivial matter about the weather.
It pained Isabella to keep such information locked away inside her head. She wanted to talk about it with Remus, to get his opinion on the issue, to hear his gentle words and guiding advice, but this was something that needed to be kept between Isabella and Severus… and Albus, who was the first person that Severus had turned to.
Isabella had no idea what to do; dark times were coming, and she could not stop it. The web of lies and secrets was getting bigger, and they needed to get ready.
This was just the beginning…
AN: ...And this chapter was just that, an "intermission."