Chapter Eight: Of Monsters and Men
In a whirl of color, Ailana and Severus, Teddy in tow, appeared in Diagon Alley at the designated portkey and apparation sight. The demon made sure that his mate and child were secure and not ill, before leading them away from the group. The guard, having appeared moments after, hurried to catch up.
People in Diagon Alley stopped and stared, pointing and whispering excitedly as they caught sight of the Cedicit family. Teddy crammed his way between his parents, sticking close to their sides shyly. His hair turned a slight purple, his magic beginning to settle enough that his Metamorph powers stabilized.
Aliana turned her head to look at Severus when he made a strange noise in the back of his throat. She followed his gaze to her son's hair.
"Oh, I had forgotten to mention that my son and I are both Metamorphs." The demon nodded, satisfied, before turning and pointing his wand at a man who wandered far too close.
"Really, Severus?" She placed her hand on his wand arm, forcing him to lower it.
"Mom, can we go in there?" Ailana followed her son's pointing finger, groaning when she saw that it was some sort of bright and flashy store.
"Are you sure, what about the bookstore instead?" Teddy gave his mother a look that quite plainly said he wanted to go to the bookstore about as much as he wanted to eat Brussels sprouts.
"Sure kiddo, let's go." Ailana glared at Sirius menacingly.
"Excuse me, Mr. Black, but Teddy is my son, not yours." Her voice was frigid, the opposite of her burning eyes. "Teddy, we have to get others things today first. If we have time and I'm not dead on my feet, then we can go to whatever stores you want, within reason." Teddy searched his mother's face, then grinned when he found whatever it was that he was looking for.
The Headmaster came up to them, ignoring Ailana's narrowed eyed look she was shooting at him. Ailana was abruptly reminded that she needed to also stop by the Apothecary to pick up the potion ingredients that she would need for some of the pranks she had in mind. First though, they had to stop at Gringotts for money, there was no way she was going to be in debt to anyone money wise on her first excursion out of Hogwarts.
"I would like to go to Gringotts first." Ailana had turned to Severus, directing her statement to him rather than the Headmaster. Dumbledore frowned, not liking that Ms. Cedicit was turning away from him.
"There is no need my dear girl, I will provide the necessary funds." Ailana and Severus stiffened, then shot Dumbledore matching glares.
"I don't think so, I'm plenty able to pay for my son and me, Headmaster." Dumbledore opened his mouth to argue when Ailana whirled around, grabbing her son's hand and marching with purpose towards Gringotts.
The Aurors jogged to catch up, surrounding the Cedicit family and Severus. Dumbledore was still standing where they had left him, shocked that he had been shot down. His breath misted in front of his face, making what he was seeing appear to be in a fog.
Ailana strode into the bank, holding back the wince of pain that shot through her. Maybe going out and about so soon after the ritual and battle wasn't such a good idea, not that she'd tell Poppy that.
She made her way to the nearest Goblin Teller, wanting to get out as quickly as possible. She knew that she and her son were going to have to do some very fast-talking and bribe the hell out of the Goblins to stay quiet.
The Goblin looked at her briefly, then froze. Eyes widening comically, the Goblin scurried from his seat and out from behind the counter. He gestured for her to follow, not saying anything. Ailana, still holding her son's hand, drug him along. The others tried to follow, but the guards jabbed their spears at them in clear warning.
"You have made quite the mess of things Ms. Cedicit, or should I say Lissianna Potter-Black?" The Goblin in question was Ragnuck the Fifth. Goblins had very long lifespans.
Ailana dipped down into a curtsey, her son following her lead and bowing to the Goblin King. Ailana's heart began pounding, fear creeping over her. She displayed none of these emotions, putting on a blank face. Her son mimicked her to some amount of success.
"I'm going to go out on a leg here and assume that the vaults under my name became active, thus allowing you to look at the family trees." The abnormally tall Goblin looked down at them from his throne, sneering. Ailana barely resisted sneering back at him.
"Yes, we were greatly confused to see family lines becoming active when all records indicated their extinction. You are lucky that only the Royal Family tapestry shows your true origins. Had the Potter or Black tapestries been the same, then you never would have been able to cover up the truth. It is even more confusing when you add in the fact that Lily Potter nee Evans is truly a Muggleborn, which is not what we have seen in regards to you."
"I guess there's no getting around it then; my son and I aren't from this dimension." The Goblins in the room gaped at her.
"Explain." Ragnuck leaned forward, intrigued by her answer.
"We performed a ritual to travel to a place where we could start over. There was a war that our side won, but at too great a price. There was nothing left for us there, so we decided to…move." Ailana suddenly realized that Salazar was still shrunken and hidden away. He was going to be pissed when she un-shrunk him. She almost cringed at the thought of the tongue-lashing she was due to receive.
The Goblins began murmuring and whispering among themselves, while their king silently observed the two humans in front of him.
"Tell me more." Ailana groaned, wanting to just leave, but knew that she had to stay on the Goblins' good side, especially the King's.
She began her tale, starting with that tragic Halloween.
Three hours, it had been three fucking hours and Ailana still wasn't back. The demon paced, having to leave Gringotts for fear of eviscerating one of the little Goblins. The Aurors looked beyond bored, and Dumbledore was furious that he was barred from the knowledge he so desperately wanted.
"Well, that only took forever." Ailana's dry comment had people whipping around to face the bank doors. She was standing there, her son looking like he might just kiss the cobblestones in relief.
"What took so long!" Sirius's shout had her glaring at him.
"Stuff, Mr. Black, stuff." Sirius growled in annoyance, his son Aries laughing at Ailana's quick response. Elle giggled at the pout her husband was displaying, before sending a smile over at Ailana and Teddy. There was no reason not to be friendly; it wasn't the woman's fault that Sirius's emotions had fixated on her.
"Right, let's get to it shall we?" The males looked like they were heading to the gallows, except for Severus, he just looked happy to be around Ailana and Teddy, much to everyone's confusion, and one man's horror.
Rabastan crept to the entrance of Diagon Alley, the Malfoys following him. Draco was loudly complaining about the trip, his parents not having told him about Voldemort's daughter, as they knew he wouldn't be able to keep his mouth shut. His younger brother Roman was much better behaved and had been told beforehand what was going on.
Rabastan snorted as his brother let out a small yelp, their Lord evidently displeased in some way. He thought it rather funny how the Dark Lord's animagus form mirrored his…human…creature, something form. The snake was fairly large, though for a cobra, that was to be expected. But still, having a large, evil, venomous snake wrapped around you was not something one would normally enjoy. Bellatrix probably would, especially since the snake was their Lord. He wanted to Oblivate himself to be rid of that mental image.
He winced as the large crowd surrounding his Lord's daughter and grandson came into view. Orion Lestrange glowered at his Potions Professor. His parents had told him just who Ailana Cedicit was. He also knew that his uncle was given permission to court her. He wasn't sure how to feel about that.
The sun broke through the clouds, the snow sparkling in the light. The rooftops were covered, looking like something out of a fairy-tale. The blue sky seemed almost out of place for such cold weather, the two juxtaposing each other.
Lyra Black blushed, looking away quickly when Teddy caught her staring at him. He had winked at her before she turned away, deepening her blush. Her wavy blonde hair and silver eyes made her look more like a darker colored Malfoy rather than a Black. As the oldest Black daughter, she felt obligated to look after her younger sister, Cassie, who was a pathological troublemaker. Lyra had an oval face; her long lashes framing the distinctive Black family eyes. Her nose was straight and narrow, bringing attention to her full lips.
The Siren blood from her mother's side had taken root and blossomed in her, unlike her younger sister. Her brother, had oddly enough, also displayed the Siren blood. It was incredibly rare for males to display any sort of Siren characteristics. Unlike the Veela, Sirens didn't have to worry about an Allure, though they did have to worry about their voices.
Ironically, almost all Pureblood families had some sort of creature blood running through their family line. They would have died out long ago, if they hadn't given in and brought in new blood, though preferring Pureblood creatures to Muggleborns. Half-bloods were slightly less preferable than Pureblood creatures due to their non-pure status. Some families were more accepting of non-human blood, while others violently rejected it.
Cassie grabbed her big sister's hand, peering up at her, her long, straight black hair and brown eyes full of life. She was wearing an outfit similar to her mother and older sister; robes lined with heating charms. Her older sister's white robes with red contrasted with her younger sister's darker robes of deep blue with white and red. Their mother, had chosen to wear a green robe with white and red, the one she always wore around Yule.
Unlike her two daughters, their mother had decided to pull back her hair into a braid when the wind kept whipping it in her face. She had always hated that, and for the life of her, couldn't understand how her two youngest liked the sensation.
She smiled when she caught her oldest daughter sneaking looks at Teddy. It was the first time her daughter had actually expressed an interest in another, preferring her books and solitude over boys. Sirius was both pleased and horrified, glad that she wasn't showing any signs of being interested in boys yet, and upset that she liked to read. His other two children took more after him in both looks and personality. Lyra was much more subdued and shy. He wouldn't be feeling like that any longer once he finally catches on.
Speaking of Sirius, he was chatting with James, the two having bent their heads together, no doubt plotting their next prank while Lily did some last minute shopping.
"Lyra!" Lyra froze, dread creeping up her spine. She turned, a completely fake and forced smile on her stiff face.
"Patrick." Her greeting was anything but friendly. He didn't seem to notice that Lyra was less than pleased to see him. He walked towards them, convinced that he was perfect for Lyra. Lyra thought he was an arrogant toe-rag that needed to be disposed of.
Teddy looked over at the interaction in intrigue, having grown bored listening to his parents discuss potions. He fiddled with the bag containing his new broom, the Firebolt. His mother had scoffed at it, looking down her nose at it like it was nothing. The others had given her strange looks, Teddy had laughed, knowing full well why his mother had acted that way. Before they had performed the ritual, the Lightning Bolt had come out. While displeased that her scar had become the inspiration of Wood's new broom, she had allowed him this, seeing as they were friends. Oliver Wood had a raw talent for both Quidditch and broom making. She had several stashed away that were used in the war, but wouldn't be able to use them right away.
He knew his hair must be mirroring his mood at the moment as Lyra had gasped and looked at him in amazement.
"Oh, an ickle Metamorph!" Tonks's excited shout had people looking more closely at her and her victim. Teddy was assaulted by a clumsy, purple haired woman, her balance having been lost as she tripped over air and crashed into Teddy.
Teddy would have fallen to the ground if his mother hadn't been keeping an eye on him. Gentle, yet firm hands grabbed him, snatching him away from his immanent meeting with the snow. Tonks wasn't so fortunate and crashed face first into the thin layer of snow on the cobblestones.
"Are you all right sweetheart?" His mother's worried voice broke through his dazed mind, bringing his attention to her rather than the woman that had given birth to him in a different dimension.
"Yeah, I'm good." He leaned against his mother, her hand on his shoulder. He looked up at her face, head tipped back. Her strange eyes were worried, yet humor sparkled in their depths. The red didn't look nearly so ominous when she was amused. He mock glared, sticking his lower lip out in an exaggerated fashion.
"I'm so, so sorry." Tonks had recovered quickly, hastily brushing off the snow covering her Auror robes. Moody glared at her, while the other Aurors rolled their eyes sighing, or laughing. Tonks scowled at them, throwing snow in their direction, her pixie styled hair turning a light red.
"I'd say it's no problem, but you nearly flattened my son." Ailana's dry reply drew a wince from Tonks. Ailana suddenly chuckled, before going into a full-blown laugh. Tonks looked at her like she had a few loose screws.
"I'm sorry, you just reminded me of someone I had forgotten about until now. Thanks for bringing back those memories." Her eyes danced in mirth, red hair full of sunlight and framing her face. She looked like a fallen angel with her red tinted eyes.
"Ok?" Tonks sounded hesitant, clearly not sure how to react in this sort of situation.
"Both my son and I are Metamorphs, he gets it from me." Tonks squealed, bounding forward and hugging Ailana, squishing Teddy in the process. Ailana cried out in pain, shoving at Tonks. Tonks let go of the woman like she was touching a hot stove, apologies spilling from her as Moody stomped over, grabbing her by the ear and dragging her off, all the while lecturing her about personal space.
The demon hissed and snarled at the men who had gotten too close to his mate, looming over her protectively. He hugged her to him gently, taking care not to squeeze her and aggravate her injuries.
"You stupid girl! She's been through quite the ordeal, what in your right mind made you think that assaulting her was a good idea?" The snarling man glared at the retreating form of Tonks. She stiffened and made to turn around, but a stinging hex from Moody took care of that. Few noticed that Severus's eyes had flashed red, unfortunately, the Headmaster had noticed.
Dumbledore paled, beginning to realize that his Potions Master was not entirely human. There were three creatures whose eyes flashed red when strong emotions gripped them: the Vampires, Dark Fae, and Demons. Demons were the only ones whose eyes remained red, unless masked. Vampires only had red eyes when angry or high on blood lust. The Dark Fae were similar to Vampires, though they didn't rely on blood, so lacked the blood lust of a Vampire.
He had a horrible suspicion that Severus Snape was of the Demon race rather than the latter two. Demons were well known for their surly attitudes and darker natures. Depending on the species of demon, it varied on the level of aggressiveness. Species like the Neko were much more docile than say, the Incubi or Succubae, those were notorious predators, much like a Dementor if they wanted to be, and most didn't feel the need to restrain themselves. He had run into a grand total of three such Demons, one Incubus and two Succubae. He'd only ever had such a difficult fight with Gellert before those encounters. Voldemort was almost worse than the demons.
This was greatly troubling, he dreaded to think that he was right and his Potions Master was of the Demon race. He counted himself lucky that even if he was, there was no way that he was an Incubus considering his appearance was the antithesis of what Incubi look like.
Rabastan heard his brother give a strangled whimper, and stared at him briefly, only to do a double take when he noticed that he appeared to be suffocating due to their Lord tightening around his neck.
Voldemort glared at Severus Snape, only to stiffen when his eyes flickered with red. What was his Potions Master? He definitely wasn't human.
He hissed menacingly as the upstart put his hands on his daughter. Seeing Severus Snape and Theodore next to each other, and knowing what he knew, the similarities were there. He suspected that the Severus Snape he had always seen was not the real one; his daughter would have impeccable taste after all.
He loosened his coiled body around his loyal follower when he realized the man couldn't breathe.
Rodolphus took deep, gasping breaths, his chest heaving as it valiantly tried to fill with sweet, sweet oxygen. His wife and two youngest poked at him, his oldest son completely ignoring him in favor of glaring at Severus. He had no idea why his son was glaring at the man. Surely it wasn't about the time where Severus yelled at him, because that would be ridiculous.
The hairs on the back of Ailana's neck began to stand on end, a sensation that she had learned to equate to someone watching her or someone near her with nefarious intentions. She discreetly looked around Diagon Alley, eyes roving over people, noting that few appeared hostile, then she saw a side alley, one that she had previously overlooked. A face she could never forget peered back at her from the gloom. He looked much healthier in this dimension, not having suffered Azkaban to the best of her admittedly limited knowledge.
Rabastan still had his dark, yet enchanting looks; his purple eyes contrasted beautifully with his pale skin, his dark, blue-black hair falling into his eyes. He had 'bad boy' written all over his handsome face. His brother was next to him, shorter and less muscled with the same colored eyes, he was the weaker twin, but the Head of the family. A white cobra stared at her and Severus intently, and her instincts shrieked that it was the source of her sudden unease. There was something about that snake.
"Did you hear something?" Severus turned to look back at Ailana in confusion.
"No, aside from the normal noises of Knockturn Alley, I did not hear anything." She frowned at him. She opened her mouth to say something, when she suddenly froze. Her foot was paused mid-step, hovering over an albino snake. A loud hiss slowly came from the animal, its body coiled, but prepare to strike. Ailana took a step back, her son hiding behind her. She knelt down, offering her arm to the snake. It swiftly wound up her arm.
Its tongue flicked out several times, tasting her scent.
"Well, at least he likes you." Ailana jumped, having been involved in an intense staring match with the cobra. Draco Malfoy and Orion Lestrange smirked as Rabastan muttered that. He hadn't realized how loud he was talking, but that was amended when the cobra hissed at him, hood flaring. Luckily his Lord was unable to affect the Dark Mark when in his animagus form.
"Lord Lestrange, Lady Lestrange." Severus's greeting was clipped, his eyes flickering red when the demon saw the way Rabastan was looking at his mate. He had managed to separate his mate and son from the others, sneaking away to Knockturn Alley when they were distracted by an unfortunate accident that befell Potter and Black. In the chaos, they had slipped away, choking down their laughter at the two men's outraged shouts. The use of several charms only made their escape all the easier. Moody and the Headmaster had been the two greatest obstacles to get around, but they had managed, if only just.
"Severus, ah, and you must be Lady Cedicit, a pleasure to meet you." Ailana reluctantly held out her hand, knowing that he wouldn't just shake it, which was why she was reluctant. Rodolphus placed a gentle kiss on the back of her hand, the cobra tensing slightly. She had a sneaking suspicion that it wasn't just a cobra, but her father or a spy sent by him.
"Charmed." Ailana drawled, her hand falling back to her side. Bellatrix gave her a calculating look, judging her. Teddy shifted, uncomfortable with the stares the other children were giving him.
"This is my son Theodore." Ailana didn't give them permission to use their first names, mainly because she didn't like the looks she and her son were being given. She felt like they were pieces of meat.
"These are my children: Orion, Caleb, and Cassandra." The children stepped forward as their names were said, giving her polite grins. Cassandra seemed interested in Teddy, though that could be due to the fact that his hair chose that moment to turn silver.
"Is your son a Metamorph?" Narcissa Malfoy had stepped forward curiously, cutting off her husband when he opened his mouth to introduce his family. He looked at his wife in consternation, then realized what she had asked. His eyes widened in surprise at the silver hair the Cedicit boy was sporting. It was only now that the Malfoys were noticed, having hidden in the shadows.
{Excellent.} Ailana stiffened, now knowing that the snake was her father rather than a spy with that comment. She barely resisted the urge to tell him to fuck off in Parseltongue.
"Yes, he gets it from me." She realized that this was going to be a recurring theme in the future. Eyes shot to her hair, full of confusion when they saw it looked completely normal.
"The ritual pretty much sucked my magic dry, I'm still recovering. I was also injured during the explosion, triggering several old curses to attack my body. It was mostly residue, so nothing too extreme, just very painful. Poppy took care of it for me so I don't have to worry about any future relapses." Severus had scooted closer, resting a hand on her shoulder, only to jerk back with a curse when the cobra hissed and tried to bite him.
Ailana bit her tongue so that she wouldn't slip and scold her father. She'd send him a Howler later. Ailana smirked at the thought. She wondered if hers was to be the first Howler he had ever received, she wouldn't be surprised if that were the case.
"Are you all right Severus?" Ailana reached for his hand, trying to see if her father had managed to sink his fangs into the Potions Master. His potion stained fingers were long and elegant, pianist fingers she had once heard in reference to such digits. She knew Tom Riddle had had the same, before the rituals made them claw and spider-like rather than elegant. The skin was unbroken, her father having been unable to get him.
Speaking of her father, he was hissing non-stop, hood flared as he glared menacingly at Severus. Teddy gaped at the sight, clinging to his father's robes in fear. He had heard what the cobra had said, and he knew that it was most likely an animagus.
The cobra once again tried to attack Severus, but Ailana snatched it out of the air when it went to strike him.
"Be nice or suffer my wrath." Normally, one would laugh at such a ludicrous warning, but she delivered it with enough venom that there was no doubt about the validity of her threat.
"You dare talk to our L—!" Rodolphus slapped his hand over her mouth, effectively cutting off her shrieking.
"I apologize for my wife's behavior, I am not sure what has come over her." Ailana, still holding her father directly behind his head and under his jaw, ignored his thrashing in favor of gaping at the banshee like woman. Her fashion sense seemed to have been stuck in the long since passed eras, combined with Goth. It was a strange combination, but it seemed to work for her, if only making her look more deranged.
Voldemort thrashed, his long serpentine body wrapping around his daughter's arm tightly. He knew all she had to do was twitch her hand and she'd snap his neck with his body so tensed. It was not a position he liked, and wanted out of it now. His grandson was staring at him with a pitiful, accusing look that had no effect on him whatsoever. His only regret was that the bastard Potions Master was so fast, inhumanly so.
{Let me go!} Ailana's hand tightened in response to his shout and him squeezing her sore arm punishingly. Voldemort had no choice but to stop his crazed thrashing, relaxing and going limp. This seemed to be the wrong thing to do, as at the very moment he went limp, Ailana's arm and hand muscles quivered from the pain, causing both to twitch. Her wrist popped, sounding like she had broken his neck. It was very unfortunate that the spasm occurred at the time it did, very unfortunate indeed.
Bellatrix tore herself from her husband's hold, as his arms loosened in shocked horror. With an unholy screech, she launched herself at the bitch who broke her Lord's neck. Ailana didn't think, she simply reacted, flinging her father at the mad woman flying towards her.
"Oops." Oops indeed. Voldemort went airborne, his long pale body streaking through the air, on a direct collision course with a murderous witch.
Snakes in general do not like being up in the air, and Voldemort was no exception to this in his snake form. Bellatrix found herself with a face full of pissed off snake, and forgetting in the heat of the moment that the snake was her Lord, began clawing at it, screaming. Teddy began laughing, tears gathering in his eyes as his face turned unnaturally red. Ailana joined him, gaining her composure, only to look back up at the screaming woman running in wide circles before falling into another laughing fit.
Voldemort, already angry, became enraged as his faithful follower began using her deadly claw-like nails to rip him off her face. His daughter came to his rescue by ordering Severus to stun Bellatrix. The demon did so reluctantly, all too happy to watch the crazy banshee rip the snake apart as she screamed and hopped around. Her husband and brother-in-law were chasing her, trying to keep her still, both having seemed to forget that they could use magic in their panic.
Narcissa had nearly fainted, her two sons and husband propping her up as they watched the unfolding drama in horrified fascination. It was like watching a train wreck that couldn't be stopped. The Lestrange siblings didn't know what to make of the situation, but Cassandra had launched herself at her older brother in terror.
The citizens of Knockturn Alley had been attracted by the screams, one of them being Fenrir Greyback. The Werewolf was howling with laughter, knowing exactly who the snake was from the smell of it. He sniffed again, eyes widening as he peered over at the small redheaded female bullying Snape into rescuing the man that was apparently her father based on the similar scents.
He drew closer, sneaking up behind Voldemort's daughter as Snape was busy trying to stun Bellatrix and not miss. A knife pressing against his throat forced him to halt.
"Look Teddy, it's the Big Bad Wolf." Her voice was mocking, yet a glint warned him that she would happily slit his throat if he pressed her.
"Get away from her Greyback!" A shot of sickly yellow light barely missed him, Ailana pulling the Werewolf out of the way. She hadn't made up her mind yet if she wanted to kill him, or mess with his mind. She loved playing mind games.
"Oi! Rabastan you bastard, I was having a conversation!" She so wanted to hex the man, but knew she couldn't. Greyback looked at the small human in stunned surprise. Why wasn't she running away screaming in terror? He sniffed harder, eyes narrowing when the faint scent of Werewolf reached his nose. Had another Werewolf claimed her as part of its pack? The scent was extremely faint, but there was enough to tell him that he had been exposed to it before. His wolf had no desire to attack her or her son, which was odd, but then, any child of Voldemort's was undoubtedly going to be odd.
"Conversation!" Rabastan had puffed up in anger, not liking her being so close to the monster.
"I concur with Lestrange, Ailana." Rodolphus, who had Voldemort pawned off on him, was forced to deal with the snake's increasing rage. He thought it best to get Voldemort's daughter away from the other men.
"Ms. Cedicit, can you take a look at my snake please?" He had said the first thing that popped into his head, and winced at the strange request.
Ailana looked away from Greyback and the other two men sizing each other up. She felt like she was suffocating from the levels of testosterone in the air. Teddy had retreated, huddling with the other children and the Malfoy Lord, who was too busy trying to calm his wife, to assist the others. Cassandra had latched onto Teddy, preventing him from returning to his parents' sides.
"Uh, I can't really perform any magic right now, so I'll be of little help." Ailana sighed, taking pity on the harassed and terrified man. His pleading eyes were pathetic and implored her to come take her father from him.
"Here, hand him over, I'll have Severus look at him." Voldemort's hood flared, and he hissed weakly. "Don't even go there mister, I can give you to Greyback instead if you prefer, or perhaps Lady Malfoy." The snake stopped hissing, not wanting to take the risk. Narcissa cringed, horrified at the thought of trying to heal her Lord. She was beyond abysmal at healing spells, something that the rest of her family found greatly amusing due to her gentle nature.
"Hey Severus, can you do something about these scratches and cuts?" She held out the snake, its red eyes blazing with restrained fury. The demon gave the snake one look and smiled nastily.
"Of course Ailana." He pointed his wand at the snake, visibly casting healing spells, but using his demon magic to…spice it up. Ailana blinked several times, making sure that she was seeing correctly. Her father was a sparkly pink and purple monstrosity. She bit her lip, trying to stifle her laughter, her body shaking with the effort. The others were horrified, except for her son and Greyback, who had never really been taught manners. They had collapsed from lack of air due to laughing so hard.
This was quickly turning into one of the worst days in Voldemort's life, yet he would live it over and over if it meant he still had a daughter and grandson.
Beta by Eternal Blood Love.