Summary: When Bella Potter meets Death, she takes him up on his offer to be placed in a parallel universe. She wakes up to find herself in the Godric's Hollow graveyard, on October 31st, 1981. Her mission now is to save and protect Harry, and give him the life that she never had. Simple, right? It's only once she's all in that she realises that universe hopping isn't all that easy as it sounds. Especially with a certain doglike man annoying her. fem!HarryxSirius
Warnings: Fem!Harry. Crude language. Will have sexual situations in the future. Rating will most probably go up from a T to an M.
Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns Harry Potter & co. I make no money out of this. This disclaimer is applicable to all future chapters.
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THREADS OF TIME
Chapter 2
"This must be what a parallel universe is like. Everything looked the same, but I suddenly felt like it wasn't. Like everything had been taken apart, brick by brick, flower bed by flower bed, and put back together in the wrong order."
~ Jordanna Fraibergberg ~
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Bella stares at the man sitting in front of her. He stares back with equal mistrust, and she stifles her groan. Why doesn't he just believe her? Her tale might sound farfetched, but it can't be that difficult to understand, can it?
Harry makes a noise and she slowly gets up to check on the baby. She can feel Sirius' eyes on her, tracking her across the room. Was he an Auror in this thread as well?
Harry looks at her with wide green eyes, and all she feels like doing is hugging him. So for the time being, she decides to ignore the Marauder sitting in the room, and picks up Harry from the crib.
Immediately, he wriggles out of her grasp, forcing her to let him down on the floor. Once again, he totters over to Sirius, and holds out his hands, as if wanting to be picked up.
"I can't pick you up, Little Prongs. That evil b-witch there has me tied up."
Bella rolls her eyes and walks over to see the portraits. Some of them say something to her but she can't hear a thing; Dumbledore silenced them when she began telling him her story.
She takes the chance to inspect the room, and is pleased to find the same silver instruments that she found there a lifetime ago. It feels nice to have something that is familiar.
She transfigures one of the rattles into a snitch and sets it circling around Harry's head in wide circles, just out of his arm's grasp. He giggles and sits down on the floor next to Sirius' chair, his eyes glued to the golden ball.
She stands by the window and looks out. The sky is lightening up, and Dumbledore is not yet back. All that Bella wants to do is sleep, but she does not trust Black to not act impulsively and make a break for it.
"He'll get hungry soon."
Bella turns around, surprised by Black's words. "What?"
"He usually gets hungry at around five," he offers helpfully.
She narrows her eyes. "Why are you helping me?"
"I'm not helping you, I'm helping my Godson."
"Of course," she mutters. She wonders if the Snape of this thread would be any nicer.
She starts making a cup of tea, not bothering to ask him if he wants one. If he can be rude to her, she can be rude to him as well. The childishness of her logic is not lost upon her. The tea leaves are already brewed, thanks to Dumbledore. She doesn't know where to find the milk, when a jug of milk appears on the preparatory table.
A memory of Hermione talking about Gamp's Law of Elemental Transfiguration invades her mind, and she nearly drops the jug. It's only then that she realises that she'll never again have heart-to-heart talks in the middle of the night with Hermione, or who-eats-more competitions with Ron at breakfast.
Bella feels like sitting down and grieving. Grieving for her friends who are no longer alive in her original timeline. But grieving for them feels like grieving for the death of a favourite movie character; it doesn't feel real. She wonders if this sense of detachment is because of her being thrown into a different universe, or whether her mind is simply compartmentalising because she has someone to care for.
She sets the jug down, not wanting to drink tea anymore. Her shoulders shudder as she sobs quietly. She wipes her eyes with the heels of her palms. She goes and sits on her armchair, and takes her hand to her nape. Her neck hurts like a bitch. Oh, what she would do for a comfortable bed to sleep in.
"Were you crying?" he asks tactlessly. She ignores him and bends down to pick Harry, and places him next to her. The armchair is big enough to accommodate a starved, malnourished teenager and a one year old. The baby rubs his eyes rather frantically, and she wonders if he has conjunctivitis. Do babies get conjunctivitis?
She looks up at Black, to find him waiting for her reply.
"If you're allowed to grieve for friends you lost in this timeline, I too can grieve for the friends I lost in my timeline." She only feels mildly bad for being snarky.
He nods carefully, his eyes dark with anger and sadness. But there's something else there as well: understanding. He understands her, for that one moment. Bella quashes down the urge to go over and hug him. For all she knows, he would probably use that as a chance to nick his wand.
"Why is Harry rubbing his eyes?"
Sirius looks up, and the faintest of smiles graces his face. "It means he is sleepy."
"Oh," she says. She is clearly out of her depth. She doesn't know the first thing about babies. She is, after all, only seventeen. Or is she eighteen now? Her own age feels irrelevant at this point.
"Tell me some more things about your thread."
"You mean things about yourself from my thread?"
"You obviously know me well."
"Well, as I told you, you spent twelve years in Azkaban for a crime you didn't commit."
"And that's why I'm tied up now?"
"Yes. If you hadn't landed yourself in prison, you could have at least argued with Dumbledore for custody over me. My aunt and uncle were such terrible people."
"So Petunia was a bitch there too, huh?" he almost asks himself, his eyes flickering towards the window. And then he says, "Continue."
Bella raises one eyebrow at him silently, and he amends his earlier sentence.
"Please continue."
"You were in Gryffindor, much to your family's disappointment. You ran away from your house at sixteen and went to live with my grandparents and my father. Your mother disinherited you and blasted you off the family tree - "
He interrupts, "Really? She blasted her only heir off?" His eyes are wide, his open mouth almost comical. Her eyes narrow in response as she grimaces.
"Umm, don't you have a brother? Regulus Black?"
"What? Of course I don't! My sister's name is Auriga."
"You have a sister?" Apparently, this thread mixed up people's genders. "She joined the Death Eaters, didn't she?"
"Yes. That bitch mother of ours forced her to. Auriga eventually ditched the Death Eaters when she found out their true nature. Mother is still heart-broken, of course. Apparently she thought that Voldemort would change legislations at the Ministry, enabling Purebloods to be more powerful."
"You mean she is still alive?"
"My mother? She'll probably live till the day I die, sending me Howlers every weekend."
"I meant your sister."
"I don't know. We haven't heard from her, is all. She could be alive."
Bella looks at him with pityingly, and he gets it.
"You think she's dead because she definitely died in your timeline?"
"Regulus died trying to overthrow Voldemort. But none of us knew that. At least, not till we heard Kreacher's story."
"You mean to say that foul creature existed in that world as well?"
"Kreacher was the reason why I fell for that bait which ended in your death."
"I'll have that House-Elf slaughtered."
"It's exactly this type of attitude that made him betray you. And the thing is, I forgave Kreacher for his actions. If you had been nicer, he wouldn't have done it."
"So from now on I must be nicer to him if I don't want to die?"
"Be nicer to everyone."
"According to your story, you were nice to that rat bastard, and look where it landed you. He used your blood to resurrect Voldemort," he argues quickly, and for a moment, Bella is impressed by his attention to the minor details of her story.
"I escaped with my life while on the run because of that act of kindness that I had bestowed upon him earlier. In a way, all debts were settled."
He randomly changes topics, and asks her, "What was my Animagus form there?"
"A dog."
He smiles smugly, and she feels like wiping it off his face. Something about him irks her. She picks up a yawning Harry and starts rocking him.
"You were such a cute poodle, Black."
She smirks as he splutters. When his mouth finally just hangs open, and his eyes wide with horror and revulsion, she is overcome by silent laughter, and she starts laughing. When she finally stops, she realises that sometime while laughing, she has bent over and nestled her face into Harry's tummy.
She looks up to find him glaring.
"What was my real Animagus?"
"A Grimm."
"Thank Merlin," he sighs, looking relieved.
Bella is too tired to carry Harry to the crib. She summons it and places it next to her chair and lowers him gently into it. She trasfigures the throw-cushion from her own chair into a baby pillow. She takes out her invisibility cloak and wraps it around the baby's body like a blanket, having run out of things to transfigure.
"That's James' invisibility cloak!" cries Sirius.
"Possibly," she replies, wondering if the heating charms woven into the cloak will be sufficient for Harry.
"James lost it when he sneaked out of his house when he was fourteen."
"Uh huh," she says tiredly. She just wants to sleep.
"Give me my wand," he almost whines.
She looks into his eyes, and enunciates clearly. "I don't trust you to not do something reckless. You are Harry's Godfather. He is supposed to be in your care. I will not have you mess up this thread the way you messed up my thread."
She removes her outer robes and her shoes. She folds her legs to her chest, covers herself with her outer robes, leans sideways against the arm of the chair and goes to sleep.
She doesn't see Sirius looking at her face, a hungry look in his eyes. She doesn't see his features soften as he sees more similarities between her face and her parents'. She doesn't see him shed tears over his two dead friends. She doesn't see him make up his mind to protect her. She doesn't see him decide to turn over a new leaf.
She sleeps, oblivious to the world around.
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Something hits Bella in the middle of her chest, and even before she's fully awake, she's up, her wand clutched in her hand. A scream makes her wake up truly and she's not all that sorry to see boils sprouting on Sirius' face.
She looks down to see that his leather boot was what had woken her up. The idiot had flung his shoe at her to wake her up.
"Why did you curse me, you stupid woman?" he howls.
His howls and screams wake up Harry, who starts making distressed noises as well. Bella ignores Black for the moment, and goes over to pick up Harry. The second she picks him up, he quietens, looking at her with wide green eyes.
She untangles him from the cloak, and sets him down gently. He grins toothily at her, and starts wandering around the room. Bella is glad to note that he isn't tall enough to reach all the breakable items and the books. She takes her cloak and drops it on her chair.
Now that Sirius has stopped making unholy sounds, she answers him.
"I've been on the run for the past year, running from crazy people who wanted me dead. How did you think I was going to react to being woken up that way?"
"I wanted to go to the loo."
"You could have woken me up by calling my name," she says, pointedly.
"Will you please let me go to the loo right now?" he asks, stretching out the 'please' sarcastically. Bella once again finds herself empathising with Snape.
Her foot kicks a paperweight lying on the thick carpet, and she stands still as she realises that the snitch has gone back to its original form. She hurries over to the crib to find a glass paperweight in the place of the rattle.
She feels awful. What if the glass had broken and cut Harry? What if the shards had blinded him? In retrospect, she realises that she shouldn't have left the rattle there in the first place. She doesn't know a thing about parenting, and yet, somehow, she doesn't want to relinquish Harry over to his irresponsible Godfather.
"Let me loose, you crazy female," yells Sirius and she turns around tiredly. Harry finds the whole thing funny and giggles. The sound makes her smile.
She waves her wand and Black is free. He stands up immediately, and then stumbles. She guesses that his legs must have gone to sleep. He takes a step towards her, but she throws him a warning glance.
"Come this way and I'll hex you. I fought Voldemort. I can fight you," she threatens, making her voice low.
"I just want my wand to make these boils go away. They fucking hurt."
"Use the loo and come back. I'll undo the jinx."
He glares at her malevolently before heading into Dumbledore's private quarters. She hopes the old man will not mind the intrusion.
Right at that moment, a silver phoenix appears, and says in Dumbledore's voice, "Peter Pettigrew tried to frame Remus Lupin and escape, but was caught by the Aurors. In the process of escaping, he killed twelve Muggles and one Auror. He's in a detaining cell right now."
Bella realises she's still holding her breath, and breathes out slowly. Harry makes a noise when the phoenix disappears, and wanting to please the baby, she casts her Patronus.
As the stag trots over to the baby and nudges him playfully, a voice asks from the shadows, "You really are James' daughter, aren't you?"
She looks up at him and smiles. He smiles back at her, and it makes his usually haughty face look pleasant, despite the angry red marks on his face.
"Woman, undo the boils."
Bella stops smiling. Obviously, the man knew how to ruin a moment. For the first time in her life, she feels like calling him a mutt, just like Snape used to.
She is tempted to make him ask nicely, but she doesn't think it is worth the effort.
"Pettigrew's been apprehended."
"Yeah, I heard," he says as his face twists into one of anger. With the boils covering his face, he looks almost grotesque. Harry starts making disturbed noises at seeing his Godfather's face like that.
Bella waves her wand and the boils disappear. Harry stands up unsteadily on his small legs and totters over to Sirius. Sirius bends down and picks up the baby, and growls at him playfully.
Bella frowns as she notices that Harry is wearing only socks. Should she transfigure something into shoes for him?
"What's the time now?" he asks, looking at Bella. She looks around for a clock, but can't find one. What kind of a Headmaster doesn't have a clock in his office? She casts a silent Tempus charm.
"Eight A.M. Why?"
"I'm surprised Harry hasn't cried for food yet. It's three hours past his feeding time."
Bella narrows her eyes at the baby, who seems to be content pulling Sirius' hair.
"He doesn't look hungry. But I guess we can give him some food and see if he eats it," she says, her voice sounding uncertain to her own ears.
"Right, we need baby food," he says, authoritatively. Bella continues staring at him, and he sighs. "Milly," he calls out.
A house-elf wearing a clean, pressed pink frock appears, and bows down. "Master Black called Milly. Milly will do as he wishes."
Bella stares in shock. Apparently the house-elves of this thread wear decent clothes and speak good English. She wonders if she should free Dobby in this world as well. For all she knows, Dobby of this world might enjoy working for the Malfoys.
"Milly, could you please bring food that a one year-old can eat?"
"Milly will be a moment, young master." She disappears with a crack, which makes Harry grin excitedly.
Bella ruffles Harry's hair with one hand as she walks towards Dumbledore's private quarters. She has to use the loo now. She clutches her wand in her other hand, because she still doesn't trust Black.
"Second door on the left," he says, absently, when she pauses at the doors. She turns back to look at him.
"Thanks."
He merely nods at her.
Bella takes extra time in the bathroom, curiously examining her own appearance in the gilded mirror. She likes the fact that Death has healed all the wounds that she got in the battle... Yesterday? The battle feels like it was a lifetime away, though. She feels like someone who has just gotten out of hibernation.
When she finally exits the bathroom, she hears a loud wailing noise that has her rushing to Dumbledore's office. She opens the door to see Harry bawling his head off. She grimaces at how loud he's being, and enters the room.
Harry immediately stops crying.
Sirius raises his head warily, and shoots her a weak smile. Bella belatedly realises that he looks good, really good, despite not having slept much last night.
"Go back inside for a moment," he says.
Bella raises one eyebrow at his tone, and he rolls his eyes.
"Ms Potter, please go back into that room for just a minute," he repeats, not impolitely.
The second she steps out of the room, the door not even closed, Harry starts bawling again. She keeps the door open and turns around to look at Sirius. She finds him looking at her with a curious gleam in his eyes.
"Take a step forward," he calls out, and Bella is oddly reminded of a Muggle game that she used to play in school.
She takes a step forward, and though Harry can't have seen it, he stops crying.
"Go back."
Bella takes a step backward, and immediately Harry starts bawling. She shakes her head and hurries over to the baby, whose cheeks are still wet. She takes him from Sirius' arms, and kisses the baby on his wet cheeks. He gurgles, and she smiles.
"Curiouser and curiouser," mutters Sirius, looking at Harry in amazement.
"You do know that there's no word like that, right?"
"I wouldn't expect you to understand references to good literature," he says, after which he sniffs rather proudly.
"You've read Alice in Wonderland?"
"Lily once turned down James for a date, saying that his friends other than Moony were moronic and ignorant. So James forced us to read Muggle literature," he says, a wistful smile on his face. The smile is soon replaced by a look of absolute sadness.
Bella acts impulsively, and hugs Sirius with one arm, holding Harry against her waist with the other. At first, Sirius seems surprised, but then he returns the hug, one arm around Harry, and the other wrapped around her waist.
"You should know that I'm not stupid enough to hug you when you can easily steal my wand. Or take back yours," she whispers into his ear, still hugging him.
The arm slowly slinking along her waist stops, before it tightens and almost pushes her closer to his body. She takes a moment to relish the warmth of his body.
"I've hidden your wand," she says, trying to not let her voice shake.
"You think you're so smart, woman," he growls in her ear. It sends weird sensations running down her body, and she quashes down an involuntary shiver.
She pulls back and smirks at him.
"I don't think so, I know so."
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Bella feels restless. She doesn't like being cooped up in one room for long, even if it is bigger than a cupboard under a staircase.
"Will you stop pacing? You're making me restless."
Bella pauses to consider the other man, who is glaring daggers at her. Harry meanwhile, is busy playing with what hopefully looks like a stuffed dragon (Bella isn't as good as her father when it comes to transfiguration), obviously cheerful now that he's been fed.
"No."
"No?" he asks, looking confused.
"No, I won't stop pacing," she clarifies, before resuming her pacing.
"No!" yells a child's voice, and she turns to Harry, an incredulous look on her face. She catches Sirius' eye, and they both smile.
The Floo turns green at the exact same moment, and Dumbledore steps in, looking older than ever. Bella waves her wand and restores all the different transfigured things, making them go back to their rightful places. The quill that she transfigured into a dragon too reverts to its original form, and Harry looks at it longingly.
Sirius stands up from his chair, and Bella picks up Harry from the floor. Dumbledore takes his seat, and motions at them to take their seats as well.
Bella is reminded of a moment in her Second Year, but she pushes the thought away, too focussed on the present.
"I believe we have to discuss the delicate topic of Harry's guardianship right now."
Bella feels her stomach sinking, having a feeling she knows what Dumbledore will suggest. She prepares herself for a fight.
"As my counterpart in the other universe did, I too think he must be left with his mother's sister so that he can be safe under blood wards."
"No!" yell Bella and Sirius simultaneously. Harry waits a moment, and yells it out with gusto.
Dumbledore smiles fondly at the baby, before continuing, "However, I think it would be more prudent to leave him with you, Bella. He obviously gets along with you, and you can provide him a caring home. Unlike yourself, in the other world, he should grow up with love."
Bella nods her head, while Sirius protests.
"I will not allow that! I'm his Godfather. Legally, he comes under my guardianship. And I know for a fact that Lily and James explicitly mentioned that in their will."
"Sirius. It seems the Potters made some changes to their will last Halloween, when Harry was a few months old. That's what the goblins told me when I met them an hour back. As you know, goblins like to take thirteen months to process a change in a will."
"Professor, when can we hear the contents of this will?" asks Bella, politely.
"The goblins said they will soon send an owl to each person mentioned in the will. They've speedened the process, now that the makers are dead. "
"I will not have my Godson stay with some stranger who barely knows to give him food on time!" yells Black, sneering.
"I will not have Harry staying with some irresponsible mutt who doesn't know to think like a human being!" cries out Bella, furious at Black's comment. For some reason, though what he said was perfectly true, it pisses her off.
"For all I know, she might be trying to sponge off Harry's wealth."
For a moment, Bella feels like slapping Sirius. She controls her anger and says as coldly as possible, "Unlike you, Black, I can rely on my own talent and skill to pay for my living."
Harry watches from Sirius to her, curiosity evident in his large green eyes. When Dumbledore clears his throat, Harry settles into Bella lap, now looking curiously at the old man.
"As much as I know you love Harry, I think it's for his own good that he stays with Bella. The blood wards can protect him. And in case it turns out he and Bella do not share blood, he will have to be sent to his Muggle aunt and uncle."
Bella feels her mouth fall open, as Sirius splutters.
"Better Bella than that giraffe necked bitch."
Even as Dumbledore chastises Sirius for his language, Bella can't stop the laugh that erupts from deep within her. She can't believe the fact that she's laughed twice today already, when previously, she hadn't laughed in months.
Harry joins in, and giggles uncontrollably. When she stops laughing, he too stops giggling.
Bella wipes the tears from her eyes and looks up to see Dumbledore staring at her.
"What, Professor?"
"Has Harry cried at all since you met him, Bella?"
Bella exchanges a glance with Sirius. She knows exactly what he is thinking. Bella opens her mouth to explain, but Sirius interrupts.
"As far as we've observed, Harry cried for food only when she wasn't in the room. Otherwise, he behaves like he's had a cheering charm cast on him."
"Interesting. Rarely before has it happened, and even more rarely has it been documented..." Dumbledore trials off, deep in thought.
"Rarely have people hopped universes as well, Professor," adds Bella dryly.
With a twinkle in his eyes, he says rather sombrely, "I'm afraid Harry's magical signature and yours have imprinted on each other's, thereby giving you the same aura."
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"I'll take my leave now. I hope you don't kill each other," says Dumbledore, half jokingly.
"Professor? How do we know the blood wards are working?"
"If the wards fall, I'll know, since I am the one who cast it. I'm sure young Sirius here can feel the ward," he says, politely turning to the Marauder.
Sirius scowls, before answering, "I can feel the ward, Headmaster."
"Good, I'll leave then. He pauses to pat Harry on the head. Harry makes a grab for the Headmaster's half-moon glasses, but Sirius moves Harry away just in time.
"Professor, I don't think you should disband the Order. Not yet."
The old man nods slowly, before disappearing into thin air.
Bella eyes the green door in front of her warily. Never did she ever think that she would be in such a dingy apartment complex, with beer bottles and other trash littering the corridors. The peeling letters on it proclaim it to be door number '3B'.
"So, Black. This is where you live?" she asks uncertainly, hoping it's a practical joke he's playing on her.
He adjusts Harry and then glares at her.
"You try running away from home at sixteen and saving up your money."
"Didn't your Uncle Alphard leave you money?"
"Contrary to what some people believe, I am capable of thinking things through, and doing things like saving money."
With that, he opens the door with a key and stalks in, and Bella has no choice but to follow him. Once inside, she closes the door and locks it, as a precautionary measure.
She shrugs off her outer robe and drops it on what looks like a clean piece of furniture. Thankfully, the insides of the apartment seem cleaner than the outsides. The apartment is small, but well maintained. She grudgingly admits to herself that she probably judged the man too hastily.
Harry wriggles off the couch on which he's been placed and totters over to the Muggle television to play with it. Somehow, seeing Harry walk amuses Bella to no end.
"So what are you saving up for?" she asks, when Sirius returns from inside what she presumes to be the kitchen, with a couple of Butterbeers.
"Why, a vintage model of the Silver Arrow, of course!"
Bella feels any respect that she'd developed towards the other man slowly drain away.
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Bella finds herself at Flourish and Blotts a few hours later, looking for books on parenting. She looks down at the list she's made.
~ o ~
Things to buy:
1. Parenting books
2. Clothes and shoes.
3. Baby food. Brand name: Magikquo
4. Magical Diapers. Brand name: Cuddlies
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Harry is her priority right now. She has to ensure his comfort. Thankfully, Sirius already has an assembled crib, one that he bought anticipating nights in the future babysitting his Godson.
There are already rumours on the street about Harry. People have christened him as the 'Boy-Who-Lived'. Bella isn't sure how the information has managed to leak out. She suspects Mundungus Fletcher. What amuses her though, is the fact that the people of this thread are just as uncreative as the people of her own thread, when it comes to making up names.
She's so engrossed in her thoughts of her adorable ward that she collides face-first into a woman with bushy red hair, when she goes to join the line at the billing counter.
"I'm so sorry," she says, as she recognises the person in front of her.
"No problem, dear."
The other woman looks at the books Bella's holding, and beams at her. She looks at Bella's rather flat stomach, and Bella feels uncomfortable.
"You're expecting?" she asks, her brown eyes alight with joy.
"Not really. I've become the guardian of my one-year old cousin, and I don't know the first thing about parenting," Bella replies, fudging the details slightly.
Her face falls slightly, before being replaced by one of slight pity. "Never mind that, dear. There's a first time for everything. Personally, I found Diane Kremshaw's book on parenting children below five better than Nettleworth's," she says, looking at the multitude of books Bella has in her hands.
"Oh. Right. I'll drop this off then," Bella says, waving Nettleworth's book in her hand. "Thanks a lot."
"Don't mention it. In fact, if you have any problems at all, feel free to owl me. I've had six children so far, and my youngest is now two," she says proudly, and Bella can't help but smile on the inside, because she knows who the two year-old is. Something feels amiss, wrong, but she can't put her finger on it.
"I'd love that. What's your name?" she asks, smiling. She tries her best to not let her eyes well up as the woman in front of her smiles at her. She'd never thought she'd see that loving smile ever again.
"My name's Molly Weasley, what's yours?"
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It's only when she's taking a hot shower in Sirius' surprisingly clean bathroom that she realises what is wrong.
Molly had mentioned that her youngest was two, when her youngest was supposed to be nearly one.
Molly had mentioned six children, not seven.
Bella opens her eyes in horror, letting the soap get into her eye. Her eyes sting, but it's not from the soap.
She feels she is drowning.
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A.N:
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