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"You've really done it now." Draco's sharp and derisive tone was met on the side of his ear. His arms were folded, his body leaning bak, resting on the wall. "What were you thinking?"
Mortimer doesn't respond, his vision rested on the entrance doors of Lucius' study. He must've placed the silencing charm as Mortimer was unable to hear anything from the other side. However, it didn't take a genius to know what they were talking about. It was about him; it was always him they were discussing. It was as though he was problem, the root of everything that was going wrong.
The couple had locked themselves in the office for over an hour, no sign of any resolve. Why were they taking so long? It was frustrating, becoming increasingly impatient. But there was still hope. Both Lucius and Narcissa hadn't outright said no, yet, Mortimer couldn't wait, he wanted an answer now.
Pacing in a circle, he constantly darts between looking down at the floor and Lucius' office. Biting his finger and fidgeting, he didn't think he'd be able to go to bed, not without hearing a respond.
"You just had to open your mouth!" Draco said from behind. The scolding didn't matter to him in the slightest. "Couldn't wait till morning? But of course, Merlin forgive a Black should have to wait! The precious heir -"
Draco would go on and Mortimer will pay little attention to him. His eyes cautiously trained on the door, specifically on the doorknob. Waiting as he makes a few breathing sounds. Why couldn't they just get it over with? Why were they dragging it any further.
Even as his name was being called, Mortimer continues to glare at the door. Fearing he'd miss something if he were to peer away. Every minute was important to him, they could leave any second and he wouldn't see it coming because Draco wouldn't shut the hell up.
When did Draco suddenly become annoying?
"Mortimer!"
Snapping his neck towards the blond, he notes the small jump made by him. "What?" He snarls in a low manner.
Clearing his throat, Draco attempts to recall what he was planning to say. "What's gotten into you? As if the Aurors showing up wasn't enough. Now, you want to head straight into Azkaban? You've truly lost it."
Unmarred by what he was saying, Mortimer directs his head away. Draco could say whatever he wants truthfully his opinions were obsolete to his ears. It wasn't fair. Why should he have to wait? Why couldn't they say yes already? Did they not see the potential this could bring them? He wasn't trying to be a pain. He was doing it for them, for everyone. If he could just get a few words with Morfin Gaunt, he was sure he would provide him with something useful.
With the lack of acknowledgement on his part, Draco quickly becomes upset.
Demanding his full attention, Draco grabs Mortimer by his shoulder, turning him over so that he was facing him. "Are you even listening?"
Rolling his eyes, he gently removes himself from his hold. "I was waiting for you to say something worth listening to."
"It isn't a joke." Draco shouts, squirming around as he puckers his forehead. "This is serious. Going to Azkaban. . . meeting Gaunt - Do you know why he was arrested? He murdered a family of muggles." Shaking his head, he grips his hands. "He'll kill you! The man is insane! Dangerous. Two things to stay away from."
Any sane person would agree with Draco. Although, Mortimer was not fazed. Whilst he knew very well the crimes against Morfin; from what he's read. Yet, it didn't mean much to Mortimer. He knows he should probably be afraid of what the older man was capable of. But this was an opportunity that couldn't be passed up. His feelings in the matter were insignificant when comparing it to the regret he'd feel later for not having done it sooner.
He didn't expect him to understand. "I don't care." Softly responding, his dark eyes returning to the unmoving door.
"Listen! It's not going to end well. He'll only hurt you." He nearly utters out. He saw no reason why Draco should be afraid, however, by the sound of his tone, he was. "I don't want you to get your hopes up."
He could see how this might've looked. A young boy, desperate for his family's attention. Trying to rekindle forgotten relationships, wanting to reconnect the old family line. Fortunately for him, it simply wasn't true. "You're worrying over nothing." Mortimer answers distantly. "I'm not expecting a warm welcome, much less a hug. I know what I'm doing, quit pestering me."
Sighing, Draco tries reasoning, believing his cousin has lost his mind. "You think you do. But you'll be setting yourself up for disappointment. I heard father say how the guards are having difficulties communicating with Gaunt. He doesn't speak English, much less a word to anyone. All he does is laugh and mutter to himself, he's completely out of it. What use could he possibly offer?"
Lucius and Narcissa could come out at any moment and Mortimer would miss it because of Draco. "Go away." He shoo's him with a wave of his hand. The gesture wasn't enough to drive the blond away as he remained where he stood.
There was a silent halt, defeat radiating from Draco, his words had no effect on him. Though, Mortimer didn't notice or merely didn't care. Regardless, Draco would get over it... eventually. That damn door was the only thing occupying his thoughts, wondering when the handle will turn. How long was this going to take? When will they put an end to all this waiting? Mortimer likes to think he's waited enough. Every second going by, and Mortimer was starting to lose what little patience he had left.
Nearly tempted to pull out his hairs, he hates not being able to do nothing. Aside from waiting and Draco getting on his last nerves, he paces around fruitlessly. It won't do him any good just standing there. Although, his stubborn nature taking over him, he risks not leaving, not without seeing Narcissa first.
A short click! The faintest of noise that immediately had Mortimer instinctively snap his head. At the same time, Draco too looks at the direction from where the sound was coming from.
He expected to see Aunt Cissy. To his surprise, it was Lucius who had loomed right from the office. He didn't appear angered, nor saddened. He was without favor, his stare blank. Taking a few steps, he gently closes the door behind him.
Mortimer was beginning to worry, fearing something might've been wrong. Why didn't she come out? Was she hiding from him? "Where's Aunt Cissy?"
"Your Aunt. . ." Lucius said it in a way that almost felt unfortunate. "isn't feeling particularly well."
Now he was really starting to worry. "Is she going to be alright?" He asks.
Ignoring his question, Lucius glances over to Draco, who becomes tense once he is spotted, and then to Mortimer. "She has requested I be the one to tell you."
"Tell me what?" Bated breath, his eyes widen while his palms turn clammy.
"Give me a couple of days." Lucius replies. "I'll pull a few strings and then. . ." He pauses. Why was he hesitating now? "I will take you to meet him."
This was a moment of victory. He ought to jump for joy and tell pat himself on the back. Oddly enough, he didn't feel like celebrating. Actually, he was feeling the opposite. Without Aunt Cissy here, it felt rather cold, empty, missing the warm touch of her presence.
When Lucius began to walk away, Mortimer thought it was his cue to leave. Yet, he couldn't seem to find his feet. There was a discomforting sensation developing in the pit of his stomach. He got what he wanted. Still, it wasn't enough. He wonders what his body was trying to tell him.
"Look what you've done." Draco grits out. Almost forgetting they shared the same space. "You've broken mother's heart."
"I -" Shaking his head, Mortimer was lost. Her heart? Why would her heart be broken? It didn't seem to make any sense. He thought she'd be happy. "I don't understand. . ."
Coming up to stand by him, Draco thumps the side of Mortimer's head. "Idiot." He flinches at the contact. "She doesn't want to lose you."
Rubbing his sore, he repeats. "Lose me?" Completely clueless to the thought, Mortimer had to ask. "How would she lose me?"
Letting out a hard breath, he grew tired of his cousin's stupidity; it was exhausting having to be the smart one. "A mother doesn't want to be told she's no longer needed."
What he was saying was utter nonsense. It's not like Mortimer was going to abandon them in favor of Gaunt. Did she think he was going to share a cell with him? "Gobshite! Do you honestly think I'd leave your mother, after everything that's happened?"
"Probably not." He exhales, scratching the back of his head. "It's not me you should be talking to. I think mother just needs time alone."
Draco was tugging on his shoulder again, temporarily getting his attention. "It's getting late. We should head back, least we get scolded."
Nodding, he didn't argue and rather followed Draco. A quick glance, the door remained sealed, not a hint of moving, he decides he'll just have to speak to her another time.
Dodging an incoming attack, Mortimer raises his wand, casting an immediate shield - good thing too. A series of stinging hexes came clashing against his barrier.
With enough concentration, he was able to keep it in place. Not before long, shouted a Leviosa, using it to lift a long-wooded log. Tossing it at the attacker, Mortimer starts running, headed straight into the trees.
Huffing in pressure, he nearly stumbles at the incendio spell. It misses by a few inches. However, the next one was able to hit him on the shoulder. The immediate burning sensation had him seething in pain, groaning and his body begged to stop and attend to the wound. His freshly charred skin, he briefly stops to examine it. It was ugly to look at and hurt like hell, almost forgetting what he was doing. His brain was ordering to shake it off and to keep moving.
And that's what he decides to do. Coming across a small riverbank. Mortimer uses his wand to hoist a stream of water. To him, it was easier to use as a weapon, considering the many times he's practiced. Working it as belt, he whips it back and forth against the various of objects tossed at him. Most being hand sized rocks and aggressive amounts of the fire-making spell. It was almost as though they were actually trying to kill him.
"Protego!" His nose wrinkled. Lowering his shield, he swiftly wastes no time and shouts. "Stupefy!"
"Confringo!" The person from the other side was fast to reciprocate.
Throwing his body on the dirt covered ground, there was a sharp crack. Peering up, a large hole now rested in the middle of the tree trunk behind him.
Breathing hard, he was unprepared for that move, he watches in awe. It didn't take him long to quickly snap out of it as the other voice in yelled at him just a few feet away. "Bombarda!"
Cursing, Mortimer was instantly blown back, smacking his head against the tree. Maybe he was done for... he was slightly dizzy from the impact; he didn't hear the crunching footsteps that were drawing near. Blinking hard, he lets his vision adjust, darting his eyes back and forth, he thinks on his feet.
Pointing at the ground, he throws out. "Expulso."
Not his best move, but it made for a good distraction. The attackers moved back to cover themselves from the blast. It gave him enough time to move, running pass various of trees, he needed time to recover.
Quickly casting the disillusionment spell, he hid just above before he could be spotted and held his breath.
"Nice try Black!" Theo taunts, waving his hand around he avoids breathing any of the debris. "It'll take more than that to get rid of us."
"A lot more..." Threw in Draco, adjusting his hair for a bit. "I think he's suffered enough. I say we put an end to it." A long sigh, Draco paces forward, gripping his wand tightly, he points it up towards a couple of branches. "Diffindo."
With a snap, a heavy body comes tumbling, smacking straight downwards. Mortimer lets out a groan. Landing on his bottom as several leaves rain on him, he rubs his back and then head. "How'd you know I was there?"
"I have good eyes." Draco shrugged before smirking and telling him. "Oh, and I could see Tobey's head sticking out."
Pointing the dark-skinned reptile, Mortimer rolled his eyes and slumped his shoulders. "Thanks a lot Tobey. . ."
"Forgive me master!" He slid out from underneath his shirt. "I was not aware the type of sorcery these children dwelled -"
"Draco tells me..." Theo begins to say, fiddling with his wand. "You plan on visiting someone, special."
Hearing this, his eyes instantly went towards the blond. "Did he now?"
Draco avoiding his gaze, Theo speaks up. "Come now, there's no need to be ashamed. I think it's nice to want to visit your mother. Granted, had it been my father, i'd stay away for miles. But it makes sense to be a little curious. I myself find it quite intriguing."
Titling his head over so slightly, he goes along. "Do you?"
Nodding, Nott cleans the tip of his wand before placing in back in his pocket. "Mmhmm. The infamous Bellatrix Black meeting her son for the very first time since he was born. Don't tell me you haven't been curious as well?"
Truth be told, after hearing what every witch and wizard had to say in regards to his mother, he had suddenly wished he had never been told. The list of her misdeeds never seemed to end. It was as though her soul purpose in life was to wreak havoc among the world, she lived in.
She was an awful person who cared very little about those around her. There was nothing they could say that would surprise him, not anymore at least. He's had time to face facts, she was a monster and as such should never be allowed to roam free.
She wasn't his mother, not the kind he wanted. "It's an interesting idea... However, I'm sure she'd have a hard time recognizing me. It'll be like meeting a stranger."
Theo appeared to agree as he didn't say much after the matter but did give his sympathies. Regardless, he can honestly say his jitters were getting the best of him. Any day now, Lucius will come to him with news. He'd finally be able to see what has become from the last member of Gaunt.
"A complete and total stranger." Adds Draco, teasingly eyeing Mortimer.
He exhales a bit, studying his injuries. "Yup. . ."
"A stranger who probably wouldn't hesitate to kill you."
"There's that too."
"Curse you the minute someone hands them a wand."
"A possibility."
His attempt to ruffle up the boy was doing nothing for him and had instead resorted to his usual cheekiness. "You're an idiot, I hope you know that."
"Another possibility." Mortimer replies while looking at the fabric of his shirt. "I was never the brightest... or so I've been told."
Mortimer didn't even attempt to look at his cousin, he could tell just by standing there that Draco was positively smirking.
Both Narcissa and Draco disagreed with the idea of Mortimer meeting Morfin. They didn't try hide their disapproval, any chance of telling him, they would let him have it. He saw no reason for them to be upset. Couldn't they see? He was doing it for them! He was doing it to protect them. But it was fine. Mortimer will endure their tantrums for the time being. Until they can truly see what he's been up to. They'll have to thank him then... they might even apologize for it.
"Is there something I'm missing here?" Theo brushed himself off and walked, mildly kicking the dirt of his shoes.
"No." Mortimer responds first. He was pretty sure he was coming of as apprehensive. Yet, he didn't seem to care at the moment. The name Gaunt continuing to play in the backseat of his mind.
Walking along the always busy streets of Diagon Alley, Mortimer made his way towards Magical Menagerie. A small little shop that sold a variety of pets and supplies, just near Madam Primpernelle's Beautifying Potions.
Tobey could use a new cage, as his old one had broken in an unfortunate accident. . .
Thinking back on it.
"Tobey, you need to get back in your cage!"
"No!"
"I said back in your cage mister!"
"No!"
It was like dealing with a child! Shaking and trying to untie the snake from his arms, it was impossible. The wretched snake will not let go. Fighting his own master, Mortimer grabbed the glass cage while simultaneously shoving the snake inside. The grips around his arms only seemed to get tighter once Tobey realizes what his master was doing.
"I cannot protect you if I am trapped inside this contraption!" Tobey tried reasoning, hissing and thrashing his small head.
"I'm not at school! I'll be fine..." Mortimer grunts out, still attempting to slide the reptile off. "Now, let go!"
"No no no no no. . ." Tobey repeats rebelliously while continuing to wiggle his body.
"Get in!"
"No!"
Fighting for control, neither were aware of the commotion they were creating around Mortimer's bedroom. Before realization hit, the crisp and sharp sounds of a crashing vase, they both stopped and looked down.
Only it wasn't a vase that was broken, it was Tobey's cage that had shattered all over the floor.
"Success!" Celebrated the snake.
A glare from Mortimer and Tobey shuts up whilst still cheering by wagging his tail.
Who needs a cage when he had a comfortable arm to call home?
Right... an unfortunate accident. At least, that's what he told himself.
Nonchalant in his steps, Mortimer walked pass the several shops, paying them not much attention. Once he did the shop, he opens the door. The small tink of a bell, he noticed the many caged animals that the shop sold. To name a few, there were kneazles, rats, owls, toads and fire crabs on display for anyone to purchase.
Approaching the front desk, he waits for a few seconds until he was greeted by a witch, who was no doubt in charge of this loud and smelly establishment.
"Hello, young man." The witch greeted him as she dusts of some of the Puffskein hairs. "How may I be of service?"
Peering over the desk, he could see a couple of chimps throwing food at each other. "I-I..." He raises a brow once a ferret draws near one of the chimps' cages, appearing as though it was trying to unlock it. He clears his throat. "I was wondering if you sold any cages, specifically one that will hold a stubborn snake."
"Ooo~" The witch taps her chin, seemingly unaware of the lockpicking ferret. "I normally don't sell those anymore." Scratching her head. "I stopped selling snakes once I realized they were eating up the inventory." She cheerly shrugged off.
The steel cage door opens from behind. Mortimer paid no mind but was instead annoyed at the inconvenience. "Can't you just sell me any random cage?"
A small tilt, the saleswoman was aghast at the mere suggestion. "Oh no no no, my dear. That's not how it works. You can't just toss familiars in any cage and expect them to live happily." A tsk, she goes over the left side of room where unorganized stacks of unused coops laid. "They need proper space and the appropriate materials to live their fullest lives."
"What do you suggest then?" A loud crash of broken pottery, there was a series of loud shrieking screams.
But again, no one seemed to focus on it. Not even the shopkeeper. "You're in luck, young man. I can have one built for you and your little companion. Speaking of which," She leans closer and asks. "May I see your little critter? For measurements?"
The escaped chimps run over to cage across from him while the ferret climbed its back. During which time, Mortimer pulled his collar down, using his other hand to remove the Tobey. "Remember Tobey, no biting." He warns just as he places him on top of the table.
The witch was in awe once the snake stretches its body. "What a lovely creature, stretchy indeed." Nodding, she pulls out a quill and a small piece of parchment. "I have just the thing for this beauty." She writes down actively. "Oh, very good - Your creature will surely love this."
As she cordially scribbles down on the parchment, Mortimer's dims eyes look pass the witch. It would appear to him that the chimps have all but escaped from their captivity.
"Here." Darting back to the witch, she presents him with an information card. "I'll need you to fill this out. I'll send a letter once it's done." A screeching hoot echoes throughout the shop that many of animals within the store begin to react. "Will you be picking it up? Or should I expect an elf?" She asks calmly.
Mortimer wanted to leave as soon as possible, he jots down his name and order info. He could see the screaming primate hanging from the candelabrum of the ceiling. "I'll drop by and get it myself."
Swiftly grabbing Tobey, "Good day!" Mortimer practically ran out when pellets of food and smashed glasses were being tossed across the shop.
His chest huffing up and down, he didn't look back to see. Choosing to stare out on the passing bystanders, he had a couple hours to spare.
In hindsight, he probably should head home, or else Aunt Cissy might start to think he's run off again. Yet, he wasn't ready to go. The silent treatment given by the Malfoy's had him turning his head in a different direction. With Narcissa barely speaking a word to him and Lucius eyeing him every now and then. Just being around Draco somehow felt cold, almost as if he wasn't really there. He couldn't stand it. If they wanted to be like that, so be it! He had other things to do. . . Like coming up with things to do.
Inwardly, he kicks himself for it. He's not sure where to go. Maybe he should become a wanderer, a traveler of sorts. Go from town to town and get lost in some unknown village - Nah, they'd probably call him a gypsy and make fun of him for it. It was odd for Mortimer as he was never given any liberties to roam around and now that he is able to, he's not sure what to do with it.
It was downright confusing, almost scary considering he didn't know anyone in the area. Most times he was accompanied by Draco, or his aunt, never alone.
Turning the corner, he keeps walking until he reaches one of the second-hand shops. At the sight, he was instantly reminded of Ginny. A pang of guilt overcomes him. The worst friend in the world, he hasn't written a single letter back to her, too caught up with his own thoughts, he's neglected them all.
Another inward kick to the head, his quest to assemble any future plans came with the price of distraction. As the summer days have gone by, he hadn't once thought of telling them. Forgetting to respond to Tracey and Daphne, neglecting Ginny's requests to ever meet, and Luna... well he wasn't sure where she was at the moment. It was like every summer; she disappears without so much as a word and would reappear just before the term.
What they might think of him now... He didn't want to know. His mind has been glued to the very idea of meeting Morfin Gaunt, it was all he has been looking for.
Forget the quidditch cup and forget his birthday. This is all he's ever wanted. He wanted to learn the secrets of Slytherin, maybe Morfin could offer a little bit insight on what it truly means to be the descended of Salazar. It was foolish to get his hopes up, he knows this, but his nerves simply wouldn't calm. A day passes by and any tolerance of waiting, are slowly diminishing by his over eagerness. He just hopes he doesn't come to regret his decision.
"Mortimer? What are you doing here?"
A simple question that was enough to shatter the fortuitously subject hazing over his head. He calmly turns his head to side.
"Ginny?"
That brighten smile of hers, he forgets what he was initially going to do. As he acknowledges her, the girl rushes down to give him a big ol' hug. He expected as such, but what he did not stop to consider that she'd be upset. Upset enough to look at him in anger and then, Whack! Right behind the shoulder. "I've been worried. I was starting to think your aunt really did lock you inside your room... Why didn't respond to any of my letters?"
Tapping her small foot on the pavement, she waits while Mortimer merely stares down. There was no reason, which made it all worse when he said. "I forgot?"
That got him another shove on the shoulder. "Forgot about you friends? You didn't think we'd be worried?" Looking around, she realizes there wasn't an adult in sight. "You-you're not running away again, are you?"
"What? No!" Shaking his head, he tries to explain. "Tobey needed a new cage." Scratching the back of his head, the little snake had poked out to see what the noise was about. "Turns out, Magical Menagerie doesn't sell snake enclosures." Slouching his shoulders, Mortimer went on. "I have to get it custom made. Custom made! I mean I would've been fine with just any cage but apparently, it's never that simple! She's got a bunch of them, any one of those would do, but she was very adamant about Tobey's comfort that she just haaad to make one from scratch." Gesturing his arms over the air, the frustration in his voice was obvious.
Ginny got a good chuckle out of it. Her good and cheery mood seemed to be rubbing off on Mortimer. He still looked annoyed buy quite amused as she her giggle grew. It was always easy making her laugh, she's always present whenever he spoke and very responsive which definitely made him believe he wasn't so crazy. "Well, that's my excuse, what about you? What are you doing here?"
"Oh!" Her head bobbed in a forgetful manner. "Mum wanted to see if they had any quidditch gloves for sell. Both Fred and George's have been worn out since the end of the term - been fighting her for weeks now."
Opening his mouth Mortimer was about to respond when a faint, near teasing, voice aired right from where Ginny was standing.
"Weeks of endlessly fighting the mighty dragon..."
In wasn't just one voice.
"Down the mighty dragon has fallen..."
But two distinct voices, Mortimer has heard before.
"And rise the victor..."
"Us!"
When Mortimer glances over to Ginny's shoulder, he was understandably surprised to see the duo of redhead coming down from the street. But their appearance wasn't what was bothering him.
For a second, he squints hard, until he slowly figured out what was going on here. If the twins were here that would also mean. . .
"What are you doing here?"
He was correct, a disturbance in air. He doesn't bother to look for that whiney voice could only belong to a Weasley, and not the good one.
Tilting his body slightly, Mortimer waves at the two Weasley boys. "Fred, George..." Avoiding the last one.
"Porton." The two said, flashing him their sinister smile.
"I thought I told you to stay away from my sister, Black." Ron began, snapping a sharp finger near his face.
The no good little punk Ron was testing him. For a second he was tempted to give him a good kick. Instead, he remains cool, he came here on an errand and not a show for the public to see.
"Come of it Ron." Fred elbows in the gut. At the same time George smirks at Ron's irked expression. "Porton just came to say hello to our little sister, ain't that right?"
Nodding, Mortimer did his best not to glower. The humorous expression never leaves Ginny as she brings her friend closer. "Mortimer came to buy a cage for his pet snake."
Sharing a jeering look among each other, the two said. "Lovely."
"He's lying." Ron's nostrils sneer at him. Though, he was less than intimidating. "He could be here to buy dark artifacts for his rotten lot. If you didn't know, Knockturn Alley is that way."
Placing herself as a shield, Ginny goes to stand between Ron and Mortimer. "Leave him alone or I'm telling mum!"
"Ginny -"
"Oh, see? Now you've done Ronnikins."
"Poor poor Ronnie. . ."
"What's going on here?" The womanly voice of someone you wouldn't want to anger. Everyone was startled once Mrs. Weasley came to view. "Are you bothering your sister again?"
"No!" Ron instantly answers, nearly jumping in place. "It's Ginny! She's brought -"
"Oh!" Mrs. Weasley offered Mortimer a warm greeting by bowing her head. "Mortimer, is it? How do you do dearie. It's good to see you again, I hope everything's alright?"
"Yes." Mortimer smiles back. "Everything is just. . . dandy."
"Dandy." The twins repeat, nodding together, they seemed to be the only ones having a grand time.
"How wonderful!" Mrs. Weasley would answer. Studying around, she too noticed the lack of company Mortimer had. "My dear, where is your family? I hope they haven't left you alone, it can be quite dangerous if one is not careful."
"Of course." Mortimer agreed. But he couldn't exactly tell her his reasoning. It'll be too hard to explain, and it'll only make them look bad. "I was just heading back to them, until I spotted Ginny..."
"Don't listen to him, he's a liar - "
"Don't interrupt Ronald!" His mother scolded, knitting her brows at an instant. "It's rude." Going back to Mortimer, her features soften. "Go on dearie."
From behind, Mortimer could see the twins snickering from behind. "I thought i'd stop by and say hello. It's not often I get to see her considering we're in a different year."
"How sweet." She smiles at her daughter, who in turn began to groan in grief. "My little Ginny has such a good friend!"
"Mum!" The indignity, her face turns red. Her mother, proud of her daughter's ability to make a friend, brings her in a tight cuddle. "People are starting to stare!"
"Don't be silly!" She keeps her hold. Innocently, she scouts before asking. "Mortimer, would you be embarrassed?"
Clearing his throat, he shakes his head. "No."
"See? You're being ridiculous."
Try as she might, Ginny couldn't escape her mother's clutches. Mortimer chuckled, alongside her two brothers.
All except Ron, who grew tired of his banter. "You don't understand mum - Mortimer, he isn't who you think he is." His voice turning dark, his glare trying to pierce Mortimer's. "I can't explain it..." His voice getting strain, holding the secret between his lips, Mortimer did his best not to smirk.
Just when he thought Ron might cave, he ends up spurling out. "Don't let him fool you, he's dark, conniving - Porton isn't even his name! It's Bla-"
His mouth was sealed by a quadruple of doors made by the very hands of his brothers.
"What our brother is trying to say..." George grins as Ron lets out a loud muffle. "Mortimer is the shy sort, right Fred?"
"Definitely." Nodding hurriedly, he compresses the urge to burst out in laughter. "Very shy, Ron seems to think he's after sweet Ginny's hand!"
"What?!" Their voices vibrating throughout the street. There were a few side glances and head scratches at the pair who carried blushing faces, you'd think their heads would explode from the pressure.
"Aww. . ." Mrs. Weasley, her heart warmth, clasps her hands together in awe. "Is this true young man?"
At that moment, Mortimer wanted to die. "No." He wanted to sob out at the degradation. "Mam' - She's a very good. . ." His hands shaking as he tries to hide behind his small bangs. "Friend."
"How fortunate for you Ginny..." Hugging her daughter once more, she lets out a squeal. "to have such a good friend!"
Wanting to distance himself a bit, he takes a few steps back. Just as he thought Mrs. Weasley was about to drag him into her clutches, she says. "Oh, Mortimer, I hope you'll visit soon. I'd love to have your parents over. My little Ginny has always struggled making friends..."
"Mum please! I want to go now!" Ginny groaned very loudly; the corner of her eyes was starting to water.
Fred and George giggling in the back, held onto Ron face as he tried to break the shackles of their long pale hands.
"C'mon dear mother." Fred snickered, ignoring Ron's drooling tongue.
"I think we've just enough embarrassed poor ol' Ginny." George chimes.
"Mmmfphh!" Ron, jerking his body, couldn't seem to loosen their hold.
Leaning his head down, "What's that Ronnikins?" George asks. "You want to go inside the shop?"
And even though Ron's mouth was covered, that didn't stop him from answering. A funny little puppet, the two maneuvered his head to nod. "We'll take that as yes." Looking towards George, Fred smiles. "What do you say George? Let's show Ronnie the way."
"Right, you are Fred. He can be quite clumsy..."
"Let's not forget..."
"Dim."
"We wouldn't want him to get lost now would we?"
"No we would not."
"Let's go!" They cheer out. Dragging Ron's as he challenges them. He uses his feet as a sort of anchor to avoid being taken any further. Though, the twins had accepted the invitation, nearly carrying him and flanging him back. "Nice seeing you again Porton!" George bids farewell, whilst Fred laughs as he removes his drool covered hand from Ron.
The second he was able to breathe, Ron blurts out in a fit of a stir. "Let me go! Mum -" Fred, rubbing Ron's face with his own saliva, cuts him off.
Mortimer will have to thank them later.
The shop's door closes neatly and Mortimer no longer worried about Ron spilling the beans. "I do apologize for my son's behavior, he can be quite the fussy sort." Mrs. Weasley said quietly.
"Don't Worry mam'." Mortimer brushes off, eyeing Ginny, he smirks at the sight of her mortified face. "If I had a little a sister, I'd be worried too if I saw her hanging around someone who wasn't a girl."
A small laugh, she brightens her eyes. "Oh you boys. They do often tend to act rash. Ah, but Ginny, you seem to have a very bright friend here."
"Can you please let me go now?" Ginny pleads, she couldn't face Mortimer now. "Fred and George are waiting for you."
"Now Ginny, there's no rush." Patting her head, she slides a few strands of her hair back. "You're right however... The shopkeeper warned me he wouldn't let those two come back, not without me or your father..." Bitting her lip in a worry gaze, she flashes Mortimer a quick smile. "It was good to see you again Mortimer. Hope to see you at the Borrow sometime, I'm sure Ginny will simply love the company."
"Mum! Please!"
"I'm done now, don't worry." Rolling at her daughter's exaggerating response, she heads to the shop. "Be safe Mortimer, goodbye."
Waving at Mrs. Weasley, he watches her go inside while still holding a nervous smile. His shoulder was sharpening throughout the whole time, that when he finally deflated them, his back had suddenly ached, along with his face.
"I'm sorry about that." Ginny grumbled, avoiding his eyes, she kicks her feet.
A chuckle, trying to rid of the second-hand embarrassment, consoles his friend. "Don't worry. It's what family does... right?" His tone slightly doubtful, he was not sure in his answer.
"Mine does..." She frowns, dragging both hands down her face, she sighs. "At least you don't have someone breathing over your shoulder. Imagine when I get older, I think I'd die from it."
Listening to Ginny complain about the small things made him feel a bit indifferent. It's not something he can actually talk about, not fully in a way that she'd understand. Draco and his parents were more private, less prone to embarrassing displays; guess he should be pleased with that, he's not sure how he'd react to it.
"Oh, look at me blabbering on..." Ginny's voice catching his attention, her face seemed to have calm a bit. "I meant to ask you. . . why are you really here? It wasn't just about getting a cage for your pet snake, is it?"
Rubbing the back of his neck, he merely shrugs. He was still iffy about what he should or should not say. Then again, Ginny's seen some of the worst parts of him. She has yet to judge him harshly. "It is. But I also wanted to get away."
"Why?" Becoming worried, her eyes nearly widen at the development. "They haven't done anything to you, have they?" She asks almost urgently.
"What?" Equally shocked, he didn't think the Malfoy's were capable of such actions. "No! Everything's fine with them." He defends firmly and without any uncertainty. "I just need some time to think alone. I thought maybe the fresh air would do me good."
Nodding, she was instantly comforted. "What are you thinking about?" A small gaze downward, she questions in a low pitch so that she isn't heard. "Is it your dreams? Has it gotten any worse?"
Lowering his brows, he takes time to ponder for a few seconds. "Surprisingly, no. They... haven't been appearing at all since school ended. . ." Now that he thinks about.
Should he be worried?
"Really?" From the sound of her voice, she too seemed equally stunned. "You don't sound relieved." Eyeing him carefully once he didn't respond "It's a good thing, right?"
Mortimer didn't think so. If dreaming was the only way to get in touch with his father, what did that mean for him now? Without the vision pricking at his sleep, there was no way of knowing for sure what he was up to. "I'm not sure." Thinning his lips, he says truthfully. "I no don't see him anymore. which means he's no longer stuck in that dreadful forest. He's free." Point behind, it was getting harder to repress his worrisome voice. "Out there, walking and planning while Dumbledore sits and waits hoping Potter comes to the rescue."
Becoming reserved, she fidgets in place. "If anyone can save us, it's Harry." She said softly.
Grimacing, he was getting tired the praises. "And another thing, you have to stop thinking Potter as our only savior. What do you think he's going to do? Dawn a sword? Ride on a shiny stead and take off into the sunset? Get real. He's a mortal, just like you and me." Near the end, he manages to grit out his frustration. "There's nothing special about him."
With everything becoming quiet. The air was slightly turning colder around him. He didn't think what he said was out of line. What he said was the truth. Mortimer didn't understand the fascination around the spectacled boy. He couldn't hear his father's name without the mention of Potter. The forced connection between the two, it made no sense as to why he should get all the glory - The mighty hero who did nothing but probably drool over himself.
They avoided staring at each other for too long. He had half-expected Ginny to start screaming at him. Yet, nothing came out of the little girl, other than her fiery eyes, he can tell his words got to her.
In spite of that, she never did raise her voice or gave any indication that she's plop him at any second. "You always say mean things about him." She spoke in a way that sounded near dangerous. "Do you know what he says about you?"
Mortimer practically knew the answer. Or so he thought he did until Ginny said. "Good things." He sees her tiny hands turn into small fists. "After what happened in the Chamber and Basilisk... I told Harry he shouldn't have let you go. You were evil and untrustworthy, you were a slytherin, what good could you possibly possess?"
Hearing the acid in her tone, Mortimer was taken aback. Ginny never mentioned the conversation she had with Potter. He was aware of the effect it had on Ginny, that he never brought it up again. He continues to listen, "I wanted you gone." with every word, he could feel a mixture of pure contempt and shame. "Away from all the good people."
If she was trying to hurt his feelings... it was working. Still, appearing passive with every ball she was throwing at him. "I told him he was foolish for believing you." Shaking her head, she pressed. "You know what he said?"
Gesturing with his head, he answers no.
"He said I was the fool for letting a good friend go." Blushing, Ginny held herself closer in an effort to stay relaxed. "Me! A fool. I never imagined he would ever say something cruel." A pause, followed by a withdrawn breath. "And then he went on to tell me about what happened down there while I was unconscious, slowly dying. . . Tom..." She clenches her jaw, watching as her body slowly shakes from the ordeal. "letting the beast out. It could've killed him. It would too, if it weren't for you. You stopped it from taking a chunk out of him."
"You could've killed him right there. You could've finished what he started. It's what Tom would've wanted, right? But you didn't attack. I was confused for a while. I thought I had fully understood. But then you went on to do something unexpected."
She runs her fingers through her hair, making a slap noise as she abruptly pulls her hands down. "I blamed you for everything wrong that was happening when really it was it was me. I let that thing inside my head, I was the one who let loose that terrible creature. I said those horrible things about you while Harry... Harry trusted you when no one else did."
What was a heartfelt moment between two friends, Mortimer couldn't help himself. "You're not about to cry on me, are you?"
Whack!
Flinching back as her hand made contact with his chest. "Dolt! I'm trying to get you to see reason! Don't you get it? Instead of going against Harry. Have you ever thought of working together? You both have something in common."
Folding his arms, he scoffs at the idea. "And that would be?"
"You have a hatred towards Tom."
"That may be true," He admits whilst not letting her playful smirk get to him. "Although... we both have different views on the subject - that reason alone I think combining heads is the worst idea you could've suggested."
In additional smack, Mortimer was not easily pushed back. "You're lucky you're my best friend, otherwise, I would've cursed you." She huffs out rather loudly, he sees her small nostrils flare.
Laughing, Mortimer looked over his shoulder and back to Ginny, he's not sure how much time has passed or whether or not Aunt Cissy knows he wasn't at the manor. "Best friend, huh?"
"You can be such a pain!" Carrying irritation across her face, there was momentary softness in the unexpected gesture as she brought Mortimer into a small embrace. "Idiot, thick-headed. . . friend." She mutters.
Was she trying to be nice? Mortimer couldn't tell between this back and forth of insults, followed by a series of compliments. It was never ending with her that he felt he simply wouldn't win. "I never did ask, how's your summer going?"
His summer? Mortimer thought blankly, it was quite productive on his part. With the small bit of training, he was doing at Theo's and trying to figure out Tom, he's been for the most part, distracted. Absorbed in his own thoughts he had forgotten about the others around them. Including that of his own friends. It explains why Ginny was rather irked at his negligence to write. No matter, he thought perhaps he could still salvage what little patience she might have.
"Boring." Mortimer dulls out. "Any magical adventures on your part?"
"No." Grumbling under her breath. "Guess we aren't as thrilling as we thought."
Staring up at light blue sky, "Makes you miss Luna, don't it?" he wonders.
Doing the same thing, neither could predict how much they'd miss the little ravenclaw. "Yeah... what do you think she's doing now?"
"Probably chasing one of her imaginary creatures she's always raving about."
"Sure beats standing here all day and waiting for school to start. It's awful we can't hang around like normal people. Can you imagine where you would've gone to, had the Malfoy's not have taken you in?"
Though, he didn't say it out loud, he was sure he'd probably end up in orphanage. He doubts Dumbledore would've let him continue to stay at the institute, which means changing his living arrangements. Did the wizarding world have orphanages for witches and wizards? Foster homes? Any health care system that tends to the unfortunate? A bit of a stretch, he knows - Mortimer merely couldn't stand the thought of being tossed in a kennel, waiting for a new owner to arrive. He was more than happy to be able to live with the Malfoy's, his real family.
"Ginny, we're done here. Time to go." Mrs. Weasley yelled from a far. "Say goodbye to Mortimer."
"See ya' Porton." Both George and Fred shouts.
From behind, Mortimer spots the Weasley twins carrying Ron, was he tied up? He swears he saw binds wrapped around the annoying git. "I should probably get going. I sort of left without telling Aunt Cissy."
"You left without telling anyone?"
"I told an elf I'd be right back... that counts, right?"
"I'm not sure it does..."
He groans, making Ginny laugh in response. "Well, if I were you, Black, I'd make a run for it. I know better than to test a mother's patience."
"If I'm lucky, she'll ban me from attending any gatherings she's come up with, even better if she said I wasn't allowed to go the quidditch cup with Draco."
"You're going to the quidditch cup?" She exclaims with pure shock, not in a way that was unpleasant, in fact it was the opposite. "I am too! My dad and the rest of us are tagging along with another family, maybe we can catch up before the game starts."
"I don't think that's such a good idea -"
"It'll be great! Oh, I can't wait! Hopefully the weather won't be too bad, I've always wanted to go see a game, but Dad could never -" Shaking her head, she doesn't think much of it. "No matter! We'll have a grand time, yeah? I'll be seeing you there, it'll be such fun!"
"Ginny! Come on, I've got to prepare supper, your father will be arriving soon." Mrs. Weasley repeats. Noting Ron being carried by his eldest, she scolds. "Will you two let go of your brother!" Turning back to her daughter. "Ginny, let's go!"
"Oh shoot." Ginny twitches slightly before looking back at Mortimer. "Bye, Mortimer! I'll catch you at the game!" Beginning to run back to her mother. "Don't forget to write me back, Black! Or you'll have to deal with Luna on your own!"
Watching her wave, he copies the same gesture, he couldn't seem to get rid the smile overtaking his face. It's always nice seeing her. Even though he shared Tom's face, Ginny was surprisingly not afraid of him. In her eyes, Mortimer wasn't Tom, Mortimer was simply Mortimer, a boy she wasn't afraid to womp him when he deserved it.
He liked this feeling. "Excuse me? Did that little girl say you're a Black?"
An unfamiliar voice asking from behind, he quickly rotates his neck in panic. Did somebody overhear their conversation? Was he danger? What should he do?
His eyes darting around, he faces the person standing in front of him. A woman that instantly reminded him of, Bellatrix? No, it wasn't her. The resemblance was there of course, yet he was able to tell them apart by the color of their hair. The countless photos he's seen of his mother, Bella's hair was a lot darker. This woman however, Her's was a light brown.
Her deep stare, Mortimer found himself feeling a tad uncomfortable. "I'm sorry, but I'm not sure I know what you're talking about."
The stranger didn't seem to buy the gullible act. "I think you do." She seemed as though she was having a hard time believing. "You don't have to be afraid of me child. . . I-I never would've imagined she'd be able to - Not after all these years."
Gazing his eyes to side, he wants to make sure no one else was paying attention at the rambling woman. "I'm sorry Miss, but I really don't know what you're talking about. Excuse me... I'd best look for my mother, she'll be worried."
"Don't do that." The woman's gentle voice, she raises a hand to stop the boy from leaving. "You don't have to lie, not to me. However, I'm surprised to find you alone here, of all places. Do you not have a guardian?"
Choosing not to say a word, he shrugs.
"I don't expect you to know me right of the bat. But for the sake of the conversation, you can call me Andromeda To-"
"Black." Mortimer finishes for her, noting how her features turn blank.
Another Black... another outcast, another blood traitor, as Bellatrix would say. Andromeda was more welcoming in her appearance nothing about her features were artificial. Unlike this stranger of a woman, Bella almost never smiled, she struck everyone as cold and unapproachable. Should he be talking to her? He didn't think Aunt Cissy would appreciate the association with a traitor.
"Strange. . . It's been a long time since anyone has ever called me by that name." She says quietly. There was a small frown, almost as though she was recalling a moment of the past. "What a name indeed. . ." She looks away momentarily. "Seeing as how you're not rolling your eyes and scoffing at me; can I assume you're not disgusted by conversing with a blood traitor?"
"I have other things to worry about." He cools, watching some of the bystanders. "But that doesn't mean I should be talking to you either. You're still a stranger. A name won't change that."
Understandably, she made no effort to come any closer. "Ah, then, allow me to introduce myself. Tonks, Andromeda Tonks and your name, child?"
At this moment, he should probably be sweating and fidgeting all over. Seeing his other Aunt for the first time should be an uplifting experience. This is what he's always wanted. "Mortimer..." He replies, still eyeing his surroundings as he uttered. "Black."
A thin crack snaps within him, his eyes widen at the sound of her giggling laughter. What was so funny... Was she making fun of him? "Forgive me..." She clears her throat. "I did not mean to offend you. It's simply. . . I thought you'd be named after one of our ancestors. Blacks are often named by -"
He stops her before she could finish. It wasn't exactly uncommon knowledge, everyone in the bloody world knew. "Constellations."
The more he thought about it, he was relieved for his given name. Who in their right mind wants to be called Triangulum? or Capricornus? Or Leo. . . Very ugly names. "Yes." The woman agreed. "You're very different from the others. You don't strut and you're missing a certain something. . ."
"The high and mighty stare? Or 'the worship me, I'm better than you', look?"
She was laughing right in front of him, and Mortimer came to realize now that he too was chuckling. He had no idea why he was still talking to her. Part of him thought about yelling at her, showing his resentment towards the Black family and those who had forgotten him. It was because of them, that he had no fond memories to speak of. Regardless, the animosity never came.
"Both." She nods slowly. She then lowers her eyes, only to force them to look at his. "It's not your fault and I don't blame you if you don't wish to speak to me. But I just want you to know - I hope you've lived a happy life."
She expressed herself to the point Mortimer could see the sincerity in her light brown eyes. The moments he allowed himself to be vulnerable were the ones he shared with his loved ones. He's never seen this woman and dared to talk to him as if they had a close relationship. He wanted to tell her no, he has not had a happy life. If anything, it's gone way down the hill. All because of two stupid, selfish people. He figured that now wasn't the time to for harboring grudges. The woman was making an effort in trying to know him without overstepping.
At least now, he had his answer. Had the Malfoy's not taken him in, he'd probably end up with the woman standing in front of him. He wondered; would she show him the same care Narcissa had shown him. Would she be as warm?Understanding? Would she judge him?
"I'm. . . ok." He said in a hush tone. He decides not to say too much out of fear he might blurt out something.
"Good, that's good to hear." She doesn't approach him, resisting from moving her legs.
Mortimer held his breath; he couldn't sense any lies in her comment. He wants to believe that on some level, she might actually care. Don't trust her. The small voice in his head told him. He couldn't bring himself to say more other than to nod.
What more was there to say? He had no words left for her and she appeared to have said what she wanted to. Or at least, what he had allowed.
Indubitably, there were probably a million questions she wanted to ask him, and he, if tempted enough, would answer some of them. Remarkably however, she didn't but instead had expressed her best wishes. He'd scold anyone he thought pitied him. She meant well, or so that was feeling he was getting.
"Please, don't get offended when I say this." Andromeda said cautiously, not wanting to push her luck. It was like she was trying to remove something that's been bothering her. "But if there is ever a time where you don't feel safe, please, come and seek me. I won't let anyone take you."
Was it a promise she was offering? Does she think he was being treated badly by his own family that she'd offer him sanctuary? Should he be insulted? For some reason, he wasn't at all angered by the gesture.
His tongue felt heavy, and he didn't think he'd be able to say anything without barking. Instead, he chooses to give her the smallest of nods while he kept his mouth shut closed.
"It doesn't have to be an emergency." Andromeda quickly adds, trying to open herself up. "If you simply need someone to talk to... a visit - Anything really! I'm just an owl away."
Another nod, she grins as though she had been proud to have gotten close. "Good." Glancing up at the sky, she bites the corner of her lip. "It'll get dark soon... So, I suggest you head on home before they start worry."
The sky was getting rather dim, Aunt Cissy will surely have a fit... he worries. "It was nice to meet you, Mortimer..." She dragged, unbeknownst to Mortimer, she was having difficulty leaving the boy. "Truly. I never thought I'd meet you. . ." Her tone lowering in remorse. "If I had known -" Gripping her hands together, Mortimer's confusion grew at her words. "What I say now, won't fix anything. But I hope we can... continue on, move forward. If you would like?"
It took every piece of control he had not toss it back to her face. His throat burned; his feet froze on the spot. Mortimer didn't move until after Andromeda had lifted her hand, offering it to him. She probably thought a hug was too demanding, she didn't want to give him a reason to run away.
Reaching out towards, their fingers almost making contact were then swiftly pulled away. A gasp, Mortimer gazed over to his side. He finds his arm being possessively, angrily, grabbed by Narcissa.
Her eyes narrowed a murderous glare at Andromeda, "Get away from my nephew." she gritted.
Andromeda took a step back, eyeing Mortimer carefully. She didn't want to overwhelm him further, she sighed. "Please, Cissy, not in front of the boy."
"Don't you dare call me that, filth."
Mortimer's never been more shocked. He's never seen her so riled up. She was always composed, collected. Now, she looks about ready to curse this woman right into the afterlife. However, threatened she appeared, Andromeda did not react, remaining calm. "I see. . . Worry not, I'll be taking my leave now." She staggered away from the two, her eyes never leave Mortimer's.
"Stay away from him." Seething, supressing the rage inside her. "If I ever see you near him again," Narcissa growled through her clenched teeth. "I will have you begging for mercy, and you will know that I have none of it. Your family will see the full extent of my wrath."
"You will not threaten my family. Say what you will about me, I care little for it. But you will not ever - ever, make threats against them." Her emotions gave way to s fury too profound; it took power not to point out her wand. "I'll be leaving."
Giving Mortimer apologetic glance, she nods and turns her back. There was something saddening about watching her go. He see the instant regret in her posture, forcing herself to leave the scene, he didn't understand why she was reluctant. It's not like they were suddenly close.
Should he stop her? Why would he? She was a stranger not that long ago.
Going back to Narcissa, he doesn't resist her as she tells him. "We are leaving. Now."
Following her, they made it towards the next floo post set outside. She was on guard throughout the whole way, her eyes following his ever move, he felt a slight panic in his chest. Was he in trouble? It's not he was seeking the woman out. He was with Ginny... But he couldn't tell her that. It'll give her a reason to have her sick Draco on him.
For the sake of his health, Mortimer remains quiet until they arrive at the Manor. Her aggressive loud clanks coming from her heels were no match for his small clunk of dress shoes that he was wearing. It was clear she had been highly upset. At whom, his guess it was him. It was always him. He was always a problem. A burden. Maybe he didn't belong here. If not here, then where?
Afraid to make the noise, he held onto his breath. He decides to make himself comfortable inside of the lounging area. If he was about to be lectured, them he rather do it in comfort of this fine plush chair. His stomach knotted in anticipation for what she'd say to him. He didn't expect her to completely blow up on him, maybe express her disappointment. Then again, he might be surprised what a person will do if pushed too far.
He plops down on the furniture, and throughout it all, Narcissa had followed. He rests in down with the tip of his nose itching badly, he was afraid to scratch it. Anything he says or do, could potentially trigger her to snap. He felt nervous, looking at her as she walks in, carrying a subtle - dangerous, expression. It was the first time he's felt this way since he first set foot into their home. Maybe he did test their patience a little too much. They probably had enough of him, Mortimer talking the other Black sister was crossing the line.
Perhaps, he should start packing up, search for a dfferent home outside of the country. He'd hate to leave to them. But what did he expect? He knew the rules and consequences of acciociating with traitors like Andromeda. In spite of that, he still went out and did just that and he didn't hate it.
Playing with his hands, he waits there for Narcissa to tell him straight.
Until he hears her finally say, "What were you doing at Diagon Alley?" Steely, dolding her arms as she waits for an answer.
He didn't want to see the expression on her face so he instead looks down. "Magical Menagerie." He muttered.
His tone might've been quiet but with the spacious and silent room, she could hear him clearly. "And exactly what were you doing at Magical Menagerie?"
"Buying something for Tobey." Mortimer explains without sounding snarky.
"Why didn't you tell me?" She nearly hissed out.
Though, he was quick to respond. "You weren't home and Draco had left with uncle Lucius to the ministry. I didn't see any harm."
"You were sorely mistaken then. . . It's a good thing I showed up when I did, her grimy little hands would've tainted your skin." Wrinkling her nose in disgust, Mortimer couldn't believe what he was hearing.
Her very own sister, treating her as though she was mere pleb. Talking to Andromeda as though they hadn't grown up together.
For someone who speaks of family, she sure didn't practice what she preached. For the sake of their own purity, Narcissa was willing to forget she ever had a sister, excluding Bellatrix. It made Mortimer think of what might happen to him, if they ever found out he was a half-blood.
"I don't ever want you going out there alone. Do you hear me?" It was an order; one Mortimer didn't think he could talk his way out of.
It was like he was being punished, It's not fair. "I didn't intend for it to happen - If you hadn't ignored me all week, I would've told you what I was up to."
"Excuse me?"
"You've been avoiding me since I brought up visiting Morfin. Why?"
She kept emotion out of her voice, admittedly, she wanted to avoid causing a stir. "I haven't been avoiding you. I'm merely trying to evade myself from getting in your way."
Her answer wasn't good enough, not for him and pressed. "Get in my way?" He repeats, bewildered by his Narcissa's reason. "I thought you'd be thrilled. I'll be seeing a pureblood with direct lines to Salazar Slytherin, don't you people see that as some kind of dream?"
Mortimer watches her body shiver. "Yes... you would think so. But I also know the history surrounding them. Purebloods they may be. . . but they are no longer the trifled force they once were. They're abominations. One of Wizarding's saddest failures was letting the House of Gaunt fall into nothingness. A shame indeed - Blacks were close friends with the Gaunts. Once we realized they were in ruin, we distant ourselves. They were no longer beneficial to our business." Pressing her lips together, she frowns puzzlement. "You wanting to visit them. . . What can he offer you? What do you gain from visiting a prisoner who can't finish a proper sentence?"
"Closure."
"Beg your pardon?" Raising a brow, she questions abruptly.
He hasn't raised his eyes to see yet knows that she was studying him a questioning look. "Closure. I only have you and Draco as my family. Is it selfish of me to want more?" It was a reasonable excuse, and it was one Narcissa couldn't argue with.
There was a halt in the room. Neither of them said anything, Narcissa couldn't very well deny Mortimer's wishes and he had his own reasons for wanting to get closer Gaunt. Dumbledore believes he's already acquired the necessary tools to achieve his return. Whatever that may be, Mortimer's thinks it has something to do with Pettigrew.
Mortimer took what he hoped looked like a natural deep breath. He tried to calm his nerves. There wasn't any particular reason as to why, maybe he was afraid she wouldn't buy into the theory. He had an impression that somehow not revealing his intentions was the right thing to do.
It's not like they'd actually believe him if he were to tell them now.
"It's understandable that. . ." She pauses, her forehead creasing in thought. "you'd be curious. But please, you have to realize Morfin Gaunt is nothing more but a hollowed-out shell. He's no longer a functioning being. I'm surprised he's still breathing or why they're keeping him alive." Narcissa shakes her head, her face was full of worry despite the inner frustration raging within her.
She bit her lip, "It's dangerous. I worry he might do something unthinkable; you never know with his kind." She said, keeping her eyes glued on Mortimer. Was he trying to give a heart attack? "I -"
Just then, a blunt bang coming from the other side of the room revealed Lucius, Draco creeping from behind, looking nervous, Mortimer found himself worrying. As the family gathered inside the living room, letting the doors hut themselves tightly, Lucius studied his wife and Mortimer's rather anxious features.
"Am I interrupting?" Lucius said by way to break the air around the room.
"No. Not at all." Responds Narcissa firmly.
Mortimer wouldn't talk until he was spoken to directly. His silence was noted by everyone else. Still, remained quite calm throughout, he was almost proud he hadn't blown up completely. Mortimer took a deep breath and made an immense show looking like he was prepping himself, about to hear something important. Considering the smugness that was plastered onto Lucius' face, very pleased with it.
Two simple words that were said, Mortimer had gasped out loud without realizing it.
"Tomorrow morning." Was all Lucius said, he watched his reaction and Mortimer smiled brightly.