[Previously titled "Cawing of the Crow"]
To cross paths with a crow symbolized the beginning of change.
On the night that young, Roderick Lestrange was born, a murder of crows appeared outside his home. It was the beginning of the change that would...
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Leaving the home in the late evening hours was not one of Elizabeth's wisest decisions in life, but she had felt so trapped inside the manor that she couldn't come up with a better solution. As she ended up on one of connecting roads of Diagon Alley, Elizabeth glanced around the abandoned area and wiped at her face as quickly as possible. She was simply a mess with a tear-stained face, dressed in her pyjamas, standing in the middle of the pavement like a mad woman. She could only pray that no one would be around to see her in such a state as she took to sitting down on the curb.
Disapparating away from her problems was the last thing she should have done, especially since Roderick had expressed that he wasn't angry with her. However, Elizabeth couldn't help it because while he wasn't angry with her, she was certainly angry with herself. She realised that she should have never gone after Roderick to deter him and the other followers of the Dark Lord from placing him out on field assignments anymore. While it didn't seem like a problem in the beginning, it was obvious it had not worked because Roderick was able to figure it out rather quickly.
Of course, she couldn't bring herself to use anything stronger than a Stunning Spell against him, she would never want to actually hurt him. She wasn't the least bit sorry about breaking Bellatrix's nose though, however, that wasn't the point. Roderick was right about her placing herself in danger and she had to keep reminding herself that it wasn't just her life anymore. If she planned on carrying her child full-term and delivering in good health, she had to be careful with how she handled things. Going out and attempting to ambush a group of Death Eaters, she was lucky that she had been able to get away so easily as it could have ended rather ugly. So simply, she had ran off from Roderick because she couldn't face him with how stupid she was left feeling after he called her out.
It wasn't just her baby either, it was his and it was obvious that he was extremely concerned with her being careful if she thought taking such risks were appropriate.
The sound of several people passing across the way caused Elizabeth to glance up, only to see them eyeing her strangely. She wasn't in the greatest place to be during the late night hours, especially alone, but she didn't really care. Being surrounded by Death Eaters and being able to get out of the situation left her with enough confidence that she could handle a random idiot if one decided to approach her. However, as her gaze was so focused on the people across the way, she didn't even hear the footsteps from behind coming up until a voice caused her jump.
"It's a bit late to be hanging around these parts by yourself, Miss, " a voice called to her, " that's just asking for trouble and I don't think you're looking for it."
Quickly, with a firm grip of her wand, Elizabeth turned around to see who had come up behind her, only to see it was Garrick Ollivander, the famed wandmaker, who was standing outside of his shop. He wore a mighty concerned look on his face as he could see the reflection of the tears on her face in the dim lighting of the street. She couldn't help as her bottom lip trembled as she swallowed the lump in her throat, feeling like a complete fool for presenting herself in front of him in such a pathetic way.
