Chapter 31 - Blood Sisters

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Chapter 31 - Blood Sisters

I guess Ginny kind of gave up on trying to get me down the aisle. She didn’t say anything else to me.

She hadn’t even come back into the Burrow. I just sat back down in the chair at the dining table and stared off into space, a million thoughts running through my head. Finally, after a few minutes, Sylvia shuffled inside and blinked at me.

“Seph,” she said, “Everyone’s waiting for you.”

“I kissed George,” I blurted.

I didn’t know why, but I felt like Sylvia could talk some sense into me. She would slap me across the face and lecture me so long that I would realize that I didn’t really have any feelings for George. But she didn’t.

Her green eyes blinked out at me from under her long, dark eyelashes and she sunk into the chair next to me. “I loved your father, Seph, don’t ever think differently.”

So much for a lecture. Instead, over the next few minutes, I would hear a story that changed everything. And when I say everything, I do mean everything. If I hadn’t heard that story, who knows… Maybe things would have turned out differently. And maybe, just maybe, I’d be okay right now.

“On our wedding day… They were all there- Lilly, James, Remus… all of my old school friends. And Sirius. He was there too. That was my first mistake. I never should have let him come. We wound up… Well, he kissed me. And that was when I realized, that I still loved him. I had to make a decision. But I didn’t know how…”

I have to say, I wasn’t too surprised. Not that I thought my mother was a slut, or anything (unlike me) but the chemistry between she and Sirius was plainly undeniable.

“What made you change your mind?” I asked quietly, watching her as she wrapped her arms around herself and shrugged, looking amazingly small –not at all like my mother.

“Your father needed me. He did. And I needed him. There wasn’t a moment that I wanted to leave him. Sure, I loved someone else. But I never loved him any less. Nor did I want to love him any less. I never had any regrets involving your father, or that day. And now, you have to make the same decision I did, Seph.”

I did. I most definitely did.

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-Sylvia-

 

I watched as my daughter had an inner battle with herself. The one I had had so many years ago. But things were different for her.

Because, even though everything I had just told her was true –I had loved her father, and I hadn’t any regrets- I had something that she didn’t.

I was pregnant.

I found out two days before I was due to marry Blaine. I was ecstatic, and decided to wait a while after the wedding to say anything to anyone –even Blaine.

I couldn’t leave him. Not when I loved him so much. Not when I was carrying his child. Not after everything we’d been through together.

And then, ten months later, Blaine was diagnosed with Huntington’s Disease. We decided to give Seph up for adoption –we didn’t want her to grow up in a household that was slowly crumbling due to a horrid disease- it wasn’t the childhood we wanted her to have. Everything was for her own good.

We found the best family we could. Rich ministry workers, unable to have children, seeming nice enough. They would do perfectly. They had the house, had the money, all they needed were some kids to make the perfect little family. So we gave Seph up. They offered to keep in contact –send pictures and so forth- we accepted the offer. We never stopped watching after Seph. Even after a few years, when I became pregnant again the Tates were only too happy to take my second baby girl; Danielle. No one knew of her -we made sure of it. Her name wasn't even put into the records. She was safely added away to the Black family tree -Mandy Tate's maiden namesake- and no one suspected that she came from anyone but the Tates. The fact that they could "suddenly have children" was a miracle. 

So Blaine and I watched from afar as our children grew up together, without us. Without even knowing of our existence. Slowly, Blaine’s disease got worse and worse. Slowly, the correspondence between the Tates and us stopped.

Slowly, everything crumbled.

And then, two years ago, I met my daughter again. I tried to contact Danni as well, as soon as Seph contacted me, but she wanted nothing to do with me. Didn’t even want my name. So while I stayed at Hogwarts, I kept a watch over her as well as Persephone. I started to see the toll my absence had taken on my daughters.

Things weren’t supposed to be like this. Everything was wrong.

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-Third Person-

Things at Malfoy Manor were quiet, as usual. The occasional Death Eater swooped in and out.

Danielle Tate sat at her place at the long mahogany table in the midst of a big, dark, dining room. Across from her sat two other girls, their eyes red and dark with exhaustion.

Caymin, at least, still had a small smirk painted onto her face, as was usual for her. Eliza, Caymin’s twin sister, however, was blinking at the tabletop without seeing.

Here were three of the four Heirs; Gryffindor, Slytherin, and Hufflepuff.

All He needed now was the other Ravenclaw.

The he spoken of, of course, was sitting at the head of the table. His long fingers stroking the huge snake that was placed next to him.

“You three know why you are here, of course,” he spoke in his high, cold voice. “The three of you are of strong value to me. For the three of you are Heirs. Heirs to the Hogwarts founders. And also, the pairs of you –or what will be the pairs of you, once I get Ravenclaw’s- are sisters. The Tates, and the Taylors.”

The three girls tensed.

“Which,” Voldemort carried on, “means that the four of you are equally powerful… Danielle and Persephone… The two of you share blood. From Blaine and Sylvia Raise, if I am not mistaken… He was a Gryffindor descendent, she a Ravenclaw… Therefore you two have two founder’s bloodlines running through you. The very last of your kind. And Caymin and Elizabeth… Your mother and father happen to be a Syltherin descendent and a Hufflepuff as well… It seems as if I have stumbled upon something quite delicious… Quite delicious indeed.”

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A/N: Was that too confusing?? I hope not... XD 

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