Paitience was a virtue, but like everything else it had its limits too.
Eileen had found out about the possiblity that this baby, her precious girl had a 50 percent chance of being magical.
There was no doubt now.she was far enough in the pregnancy to know that this meant that this result was final, no hope remained.
Nothing she could hang on. There was nothing for her to rely on, or to stand on. She kept telling herself that her girl would be a squib, that Tobias would snap out of his madness and come back to their life.
Not anymore.
The girl, her unborn angel had a chance of being magical, and Tobias would try and beat the magic out of her like he did with Severus. At least Severus had a respite, his first two years had passed before Tobias found out about him being magical.
This baby had no chance.
And to top it all, That widow chit was pregnant with his spawn.
She had made the calculations herself, thrice. And then for the forth time.
Nothing to hold on to.
So she kept busy these past days. Severus was always out, doing merlin know what. She had gone to the extreme, getting ready to run.
To escape.
All that was left. That remained was for Orion's letter informing her of him accepting Severus.
Not that orion himself would take him in, he had said he would, but Eileen doubted if he did. He would possibly turn the boy to another one, because he cared so damn much about what would people say. What would they say if they knew Walburga had cheated on him, and had him on by making him raise a bastard as his heir.
A bastard who didn't even deserve being an heir, not at all competent.
Really, she still could remember the damned talk, the whole business of first, second and third class purebloods.
Ridiculous. How many people were magical? A milion in the whole world? And then they just devided it more. By adding clauses like haldblood, muggleborn and pureblood. To think this division was not enough, that the discrimination went further, to classisize purebloods too.
First? That was the easiest, they would be people with 4 magical grandparents, of course there was the sacred 28 in britian, and native witches in america and so on. Of course familes older than 500 hundered went and called themselves ancient, and families with a history of wizingamot added Noble to their sir name.
Second? Was harder. Some said if they had halfblood, or squib grandparents. Some said if they had one muggleborn grandparent.
Third? Absoultly mind blowing. Some said if they had more than one squib/halfblood grandparent. Some said having a muggle ancester, others went and said if they had creture blood.
Stupid. What being from and ancient,noble first class pureblood family done for her?
And for Severus?
Eileen didn't care. If Severus would not become an heir, so be it. At least he would be safe.Maybe he could be persuaded to send her money, by Morgana she would need it when her baby would be born.
She had all she needed, filed the divorce papers, gathered all she had.
Just waited for the damned letter which didn't come. She needed the bloody money!Orion's excuse was that it needed Arcturus signature, and they both knew it to be a lame excuse. Orion would not delay signing a contract that made one of his beloved line inherit.
Was that his fear?
Of course that wasn't it. He would never do that.
So it must be negotiations for where to send him.
Rosiers?Rockwoods?
Why he didn't fucking tell Bones or Longbottoms and be done with it?
If he didn't…
If he didn't do what he fucking owed her, she would take Severus and go. Then she would make sure to somehow find Arcturus and make him see reason.
Arcturus deal with Orion would be far less pleasant than the one she offered her, no doubt.
That was the plan.
the wind was blowing, and the pegusi in the field enjoyed the touch of air on their manes. Abraxus on the other hand, was not so much in a joyful mood, nor was he thrilled to meet Orion here, in his sanctuary, but his Lord ordered.
And he obeyed.
There were times when he dared to doubt him, Lord Voldemort, but there were few and far between. After all, he was so powerful he could fly without a broom! When most of the wizarding populance struggled with casting single spells wandless.
Soe people in their circle, thought they could use voldemort and then dispose of him. Abraxus knew better. Sure, there were rumors that he was a half blood, one they were classmates, some nobody named riddle..
Ridiculous. That boy was good, but this..this was a master of magical arts. And he was a parsel mouth.
The boy was not. He had an ugly heir ring from Gaunts, but no-one believed him. He must have bought that thing in knockturn, a fake cheap copy, no less. If he was related to Salazar, the bragart would have gone on and on about it, yet he had not.
Now this meeting with orion..
He still was not certain why Lord Voldemort had taken an interest in this particular boy, Snape. He was told that Snape was gifted with Perception, seeing magic aura. While useful,it was just a useless ability, like seeing testrals. It couldn't be used in duel, that needed fast thinking and faster acting, not to linger on the color of one's aura. The most useful thing would be for him to work in divination, or maybe in ministry, to tell them what kinds of blood one owned. After all, creture blood was something one would hid, if one could afford the money.
No-one needed some decendant of a banshee, or a werewolf to be in their family tree.
He was clever, yes. Finding allies, making himself known.
Finding the right people, like second Black heir. The stupid wench who could be swayed by a smile, or a warm gesture.
And magical power…was useless if not combined with skill. Something a bloody hufflepuff would never achieve.
Orion wanted him to raise the child, and as his Lord's command, he would do so.
If only the lazy man hurried and came, this whole debacle would be over , and he would leave to inform Lucius of their future Guest.
A crack broke the silent of the atmosphere.
"Orion"
He had finally arrived.