Disclaimer: I am just a mere visitor in the sublime world constructed by the brilliant mind that is J.K Rowling. Anything that rings a bell is hers.

A/N: This is for you. Who has stuck with this story for so very long, you know who you are and I cannot possibly be more grateful for your loyalty, whether you began reading Ky's stories a year, a month, a week ago... thank you.

EPILOGUE

Ky's POV

The sound of the breaking twig preceded the whip-like snap of apparition, throwing the dancing leaves and blaring silence into disorder.

I glanced down at my feet, my bare feet that contrasted with the shapeless yet smooth dark matter beneath it... leaves. It blanketed the floor, the product of the many rooted sentinels that stood in a sturdy line ahead, clustered close as to hinder the sight of the interminable walls of red brick that ascended into the bottomless night sky before us.

I walked forward, my footsteps silent on the silky leaves that were fresh fallen; my eyes clamped on the parting between two strapping trunks of wood and took in the large manor.

It was all symmetry, like a child's creation made out of building blocks, perfect squares upon perfect rectangles with perfect triangles as the roof, the dark panes of glass in the red brick wall panelled with white. And just like children grew tired of their toys, tossed them aside abandoned for new curiosities, the house stood in its forgotten wonder like a shadow of the past.

The warm trickle spread over my skin as I crossed the wards, like an affectionate embrace and the harsh texture of gravel battled the raw soles of my feet, the sound of his soft footsteps at my back the solitary whisper of life in these deserted lands and I made quick way of the front path.

Softness stroked my cheek as a sudden burst of wind swept my hair up into an erratic dance and the thin cloth of the shirt clung to my skin and I glanced down at the faded green cotton.

At the nondescript writing.

At the last of him upon my skin and I took in a deep breath, blocking out the fresh country air for his musky scent, as the memory of his laughter burned into my ears.

"Please." The velvet texture cracked with sincerity as I stopped at the top of the front steps, taking in the immense slab of wood before me, intricately engraved, beautiful and foreboding all at the same time. "Do not do this."

In response I placed my fingers upon the brass door handle and the metal singed beneath my flesh and I felt it vibrate slowly until the door slowly slunk backwards and the empty blackness swam ahead of me.

I jumped in without a seconds thought, uncaring that I was blind to the contents of the mansion, but the feeling was momentary as dull light flared at my back as he muttered the spell in his smooth tone and I glanced back, at his wide amber eyes as they flickered through the expansive room, greedily groping all he could see and I made my way onto the staircase, even without light I could tell it was grand, the banisters more than an arm's length away from me on either side.

The smooth stone of the steps was a comfort to my sore feet, and they sighed in relief at the touch of cold tile as I left the stair case and turned right, returning to the darkness as the lit wand remained with its owner downstairs.

I didn't mind the dark, in truth I craved it, let it lather my skin in its non-judgemental layers, like a soothing balm to an itchy rash, it brought me comfort from the truths that sparkled in the light and it was with a contrast of expectation and disappointment that I approached the flickering light of the doorway a few steps ahead.

Much like the wards, the warmth that coalesced over me upon entering the room was like the rays of sunshine on a summers day and my body cringed from the contact, longing for the blackness just without the room, but the flame in the fireplace to my left continued swaying its tango, bathing the room in an orange glow.

I glanced at the sizeable desk in the heart of the room and my throat burned with a grating of a thousand knives within.

"It's ebony and Carpathian elm." His blue eyes sparkled as he ran a long fingered hand across the smooth desk and I laughed, twirling about the heart of sunlight where two rays met on the ivory carpet, the sky cloaking us through the walls of floor length glass panes that towered over Ney York City outside. "I know it's a bit ostentatious..."

"Where's my office!" I peered through the window, at the ant like figures of kinetic energy bursting across tarred rivers and speeding into yellow carriages hundred of floors below.

"You're twelve. You don't need an office." I turned around, his chiselled face holding a wide grin as he leaned against the desk at his back, his skinny black tie rustled slightly as he folded his arms in front of him.

"Is that not my name on the wall outside?" I cocked an eyebrow and folded my hands, mirroring his stance.

"Yellow bellied midget munchkin? Oh man, I'm going to have to have a serious talk with the architects about their spelling. It's supposed to say ThorneCorpe."

I stifled a smile at the hazel eyed boy who sauntered in, his jeans and t-shirt a stark contrast to his brother's black suit, my smile fell quickly as someone stepped in behind him and I glared at the blonde with disgust.

"Oh baby! It's beautiful. I told you Adrianna was an absolutely pro at decor, wish I could say the same for her taste in clothes, tacky just doesn't cut it."

"You're one to talk."

"Ky..." Midnight blue eyes stared down at me severely as the blonde's aquamarine depths stirred with disappointment.

"Come on principessa. Check out my office," Olive skinned hands pulled me out of the room as I glanced back, staring as the dark haired boy as he pulled the blonde against him as he continued leaning against the desk, "I unlike Boring Bob over there hooked up a-"

"Ahhhh!"

I laughed at the sound of the twin sounds of surprise amidst the crashing sound of wood and I hurried along down the corridor just as I heard the familiar voice shouting after me in frustration.

"Ky!"

I blinked myself to the present, taking in the sturdy desk and all its differences to the one in my memory, for one thing it stood un-broken, for another it was a darker, unfamiliar wood, bare of paperwork and photo frames, bare of life except the intricately woven instruments that decorated the desks boundary.

I swallowed and the knives scratched at the thin inner lining of my throat, a trembling sheen of liquid spouting over my eyes and I bit my bottom lip. I had swum in memories for the past four days, the ones belonging to me more painful than the ones that didn't and my nails bit my palms as I fought away the faces and figures, the scents and sounds.

"I wish you'd come alone." The voice was a contrast of completely alien and achingly familiar, smooth like moondew leaves and inhumanly levelled.

I glanced up, at the tapered back just behind the desk, the long arms crossed atop it as the neat raven hair ended in an immaculately straight line on his fair neck, contrasting nicely with the deep black of his robes.

His reflection bounced off me from the dark pane of glass and the whirlpool grey of his eyes soared into me and I steadily held his gaze.

"The Sabres and my family have had a long history of...bad blood."

I stepped forward but my feet felt sluggish on the soft carpet and I glanced down, the blood neatly framing my feet as it trickled from my soles and I vaguely remembered the various surfaces it thundered against as I ran until I could run no more, my journey marked by three apparitions, illegal yet completely unaffected to my senses.

I craved the promised side effects, of nausea and discomfort and splinching... to feel something aside the poison that pumped within me and my knees buckled.

My cheek leaned against his crisp white shirt has he crossed the room in quick strides, merely supporting me with his formidable stature.

For a moment he was merely a slab of flesh to lean against, warm and hard and the only thing that kept me from falling.

I felt cold fingers at my chin that fluttered gently atop my face, my cheeks, brushing away a thick lock of hair and I tilted my head to his eyes... bright with spiking excitement that stretched across his lined face, his lips lifting into a smile so full of content I felt rude just looking at it.

"You look just like her."

His words rumbled against my cheek as the boniness of his chest pressed against my face and suddenly I was in the air, sprawled in the nook of his arms, my neck pressed against the fire flesh that was his left arm, his right arm tucked under my knees.

"The cyclical nature that is life... I remember the first time I had carried you within my arms, these arms were your first home Kyrianna. Even then, pink faced and crying and feeling like the most fragile amalgamation of flesh and bones I knew my life would never be the same again. You held my heart in the clutch of your little fingers and kept it with you all this time ma bichette."

Memories of his words flooded my mind and I cradled my head against his chest, catching the runic black ink that peeked out from the top of his shirt and for the first time in four days my head didn't feel like it was about to burst.

I let my eyes flutter shut and emerald green blazed at me and the delicate thread that I wove through my being in an attempt to keep me whole threatened to break has I yearned that emerald blaze and that possessive home that was his arms.

The memory of his arms so steady and warm and reliable and incomprehensibly unique in that it cooled me and warmed me at the same time and gave me never-ending comfort and the rhythm of his heart the sweetest melody and my fingers tugged at the real white shirt of the stranger in physical pain and whispers of comfort fell upon my ears.

"Shhhh ma bichette. I know the pain is like ice in your veins, but your blood will battle it well and keep you safe... it always has. I would never leave you without protection... even when I was never there I was always there."

As if to reiterate his words with the truth a memory of grey eyes amidst foliage glinted at me, of raven hair that fluttered in the wind as I stared out the window with the wonder of a child as I slobbered onto the plastic figure in my fingers and waved at the smiling man, his long fingers dancing left and right in the wind until with the blink of an eyes he was gone and I was alone once more.

My eyes fluttered open as I felt us stop and I stared at the light that burned from the brackets around us and I cringed away, missing the darkness of before that comforted me.

"It is better for you to remain so. She doesn't need your kind in her life."

Silvestre's voice was strained and I felt the arm beneath my knees flex slightly in response, yet his tone remained as cool as before, "My kind? You're one to talk Sabre. You're an abomination of life."

"I do not disagree. Yet the wrongness that runs through you far outweighs the injustice of my existence. Leave her be... she needs to be with her family..."

"And she is." Twin pulses of flexing arms pushed against my flesh as he pulled me closer to his chest in protection.

"You are-"

"Stop." My voice cracked through the air, unused for four days and I feebly nudged his chest and without any argument he laid me back on my feet and I wavered slightly but neither man helped me but for the concern that leaked from their eyes, "You may leave if you want to Silvestre. I never asked for you to follow me."

The lit corridor turned his eyes a pure gold as I turned to the man at my back, "I would like to stay, if you would have me."

"Kyrianna... ma bichette... you need not ask permission to live in your own home." I felt long fingers twine between my own, "Come, let me show you your room."

And with one last glance at Silvestre Sabre I turned and walked away, following Rodolphus Lestrange further into his home... my home...

I have been waiting two years for that big reveal.

I hope it was a surprise.

There is a reason for everything and all confusion will be cleared in the next story.

As always feedback will be appreciated.

Thank you again for reading.

Kalina