So I've been writing an epilogue for this story for the last few days. I'm pretty excited about it, though it's going to be pretty long. I'm wondering if I should place it at the end of this story or just make it a chapter in Deleted Scenes…Decisions.
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CHAPTER 107
I returned to our lodging in Halkirk late in the evening, Hisoka did not question where I was. All she had said to me was…
"Ayla, you look as though you have seen a ghost."
Audrey returned to her room without a word.
The ghost of my future…which was coming to a close in two and a half months time. I felt my chest tighten with anxiety. I wasn't ready…I had a prominent career and a family. It couldn't happen now. I was supposed to grow to a ripe old age, have grandchildren…
But I looked to the past…very few in my bloodline had lived so long. In the end, we're all hunted and killed the same way.
The room was tiny and dimly lit. There was a small wooden desk and a rickety chair across from her bed. Something silver shone on the center of the desk.
Audrey hopped off the bed and saw that it was a black and silver book that had caught her attention. She flipped through its pages, all blank.
As I flipped through the pages, I heard screams…my vision blurred. I could see fire; people were running in all sorts of directions…I felt myself running with them.
Later, I found myself in a large library…it was so familiar. The bookshelves were mahogany, the carpet was a brilliant Gryffindor red, and there were black arm chairs.
The scene changed, and I saw creatures of all kinds being slaughtered before my very eyes…it was horrifying. The scene then changed to an old, dusty home. Green wallpaper…green everything. There were voices, familiar voices all jumbled together…I saw the wall calendar…the date…how could it be?
Audrey tore a page from the back of the book and began writing.
July 28th, 1995.
Do not worry, you aren't late…
The words seemed to come through me without falter. It was as if my seeing eye wrote for me. As I wrote, I tried to figure out where that library was…and then I saw her.
Audrey finished her letter quickly, finding an envelope in the desk drawer and left.
I set off through the countryside, over hills, through streams, until I saw the big white house. It had been about three years since I was last there, there were enchantments that surrounded it. But I could see it…I assumed that they only let Order members know where they were.
Audrey walked down a large hill towards the home, the lantern outside was still on. She wondered if any of them were awake.
She sighed as she knocked on the door.
"Who is it?" said a rough female voice.
"Audrey Fiona Dalio-Black." Audrey replied calmly.
"Prove it." The other woman replied.
"Ask me anything." Audrey shrugged, leaning against the door frame.
"Which of my children were born in the same year as your daughter?"
"Oliver." She said. You named him after your grandfather." Audrey added.
Clare Wood opened the door quickly, grabbing Audrey's arm and pulling her in. She quietly closed the door and locked it a few times.
"What are ye' doin' here?" Clare asked, concerned.
"I was in Halkirk, I had a vision about your library and figured I'd stop by." She replied quietly.
"Halkirk?" Clare asked. "That's quite a ways from here."
"It only took me 15 minutes to run…" Audrey shrugged.
"Ye' didn't apparate?"
"I can't. The Order is worried that I will be detected…" Audrey followed Clare down the hallway into the house's library. Clare flicked her wand and all of the curtains were closed.
" 'ow's the family?" Clare asked.
"Anastasia is fine, though she grows a little more defeated each day. I hate denying her the privilege or going outdoors…it's as if I am denying her childhood as a whole. Sirius…is….well, he's Sirius."
"Yer havin' issues, aren't ye?" Clare asked.
Audrey sighed, nodding her head.
"He just gets rip roaring drunk, we argue a lot…he's not handling the pressure at all-"
"Well, none of us are handling well." Clare added.
"True." Audrey said. "It's taken its toll on our family…there are very few days where we haven't fought."
"It's just the war, dear." Clare said, looking out through the open slit between.
"This war is going to tear us all apart." Audrey sighed.
"Mummy?" said a tiny voice.
The two women turned around, in the doorway was a tiny boy holding a teddy bear wearing a red Quidditch jersey holding a broomstick.
"Oliver!" Clare was surprised. "What are ye' doin' up so late?"
"I had a bad dream." The little boy rubbed his eyes.
Audrey smiled to herself.
Clare went over to her son, and crouched in front of him.
"Mummy, it was a man…he had snake eyes and grey skin."
"I'm sure it wasn't real, Oliver. C'mon, let's get you back to bed." Clare replied, picking up her son.
Oliver stared at Audrey with wide eyes.
Children's eyes see so many things; they can understand the entire world. They see and notice things that we do not.
Audrey didn't overstay her welcome, she made her way towards the front door to get her cloak. Clare came down the stairs.
"Are ye' sure ye' don't want to spend the night?" She asked.
"I would love to, but I really can't. I must travel while I can't be seen, and I need to get back to my daughter." Audrey replied, fastening her hood.
Clare opened the door for her, Audrey stopped and turned around.
"Clare?"
"Yes?"
Audrey pulled an envelope from her pocket.
"A day will come when my daughter steps foot in your home, you will bring her to your library because something has upset her. When that day arrives, give her this."
Before Clare could question it, Audrey dissapparated.