Fractured Fate {A Marauders Era Fanfiction} CURRENTLY UNDER REVISION

Chapter Two

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Robin's P.O.V

At first, all I could do was stare, horrified, at the door that was just closed in my cousin's face. I felt distress ascend my spine and a multitude of thoughts accumulate in my mind.

I wanted to scream for my cousin, but something was blocking her name from leaving my mouth. I knew very well what it was; it was the reason and rationality that I should be listening to. I knew what Orla's mother did could not be undone; they were not going to let her come back.

Ignoring my conscience, I forced the chair to back away from the table and began to stand up.

In my head I pictured myself running after her, leaving this horrible place I've been calling family my entire life. If it wasn't for my brother, maybe I would have. He clenched my arm tightly and bore his green eyes into mine, attempting to force sense back into me.

I had always known the family would look down upon you if you were a blood traitor, but never did I think they would disown you. We weren't like the other pure blood families; like the Blacks, Averys or the Malfoys. We would never force you to leave our homes.

But my initial thoughts had just been demolished. The look of pride on my aunt's face; the unemotional look on everyone else's. Even Orla's brother Nicholas did nothing to stop it, and he had always stuck up for her.

"Sit down, Robin." Max said through clenched teeth, "She got what she deserved. You don't want to end up the same way."

I shook my head in disbelief. "You too?" I croaked softly, so only he could hear. Disappointment sat in the pit of my stomach. Tears formed in my eyes but I held them back. He knew better than this. His mouth gaped open a little but he eventually looked away, avoiding my eye. Avoiding the truth that our family was made up of monsters.

"You don't have to feel sorry for her, dear." Grandmother reassured, but I could never be convinced. "She's a dishonor and a disgrace, and that's all she'll ever be."

"Yes, grandmother." I muttered, looking down at my hands once again. I knew the truth, but I also knew better than to speak it.

"The family is better off without her." She said quietly, but it still rang loud and clear in Robin's mind.

What family? I almost said aloud.

"She was never really a part of the family, she always has been a freak." Vivianne said, looking as smug as ever.

"The only freak in this family is you, Vivianne." I finally snapped, that block in my throat gone without a trace. "Everyone knows your only appreciated in this family because you're a Slytherin, not because you've actually accomplished anything for yourself."

"Robin, don't talk to your cousin like that." My mother snapped. "She's just gone through a horrific ordeal, she has every right to be emotional."

Vivianne lowered her eyes at me, and without a word leaving her tongue, told me I should keep my thoughts to myself. I felt my head throb and the urge to lash out at my foolish cousin was growing terribly large inside my chest. Vivianne just smirked at me.

But I wouldn't give in. This is exactly what she wanted. To play the victim, as per usual, seeing as it's the only attention she would ever get. But I wouldn't participate.

"Sorry, cousin. I guess we're both a little emotional, aren't we?" I said, the same smirk being thrown back her way.

"Well, I think the pie may be getting cold, my dear." Bastien, Orla's father turned to his wife, attempting to cool the tension.

"Yes, I think it's time everyone had some dessert." She tried to smile. Oh, yes, nothing like cherries on top and sugar to coat the lies this family had built.

"You did the right thing for this family, Veronica." I heard my own mother whisper into Veronica's ear as they began slicing the pie. "Sometimes the right thing isn't always the easiest." The right thing? I felt drops of water sting in my eyes. How could throwing your own daughter out to the streets be the right thing?

Before my family left Bastien and Veronica's home, as we were gathering our coats from the closet, I felt a hand grab my arm from behind and pull myself into a separate room. I looked up, confused, and my eyes found Orla's older brother, Nicholas.

"You need to find out where Orla is staying, I suspect the Leaky Cauldron," He started quickly, in a whisper tone. "Tell her to empty her vault as soon as she can."

"They would shut it?" I interrupted, almost forgetting the reality of what had happened. The truth then set in. Of course they were capable of completely cutting her off.

"In no less than a few days, I can be sure of that." He responded, helping me put on the huge wool coat that was only on one of my arms.

"And what about all her things?" I said to him, checking that no one was outside the door.

"I'll find a time for her to get them," He answered hurriedly as I began to walk away. "And Robin," He added, turning my attention back to him. "Everything's going to be okay."

I simply nodded at him, trying to convince myself of that. Rushing out the door, I caught sight of my brother and parents lingering at the front door, wishing goodbyes to our cousins and relatives.

Orla's mother opened her arms to me. "Goodnight, Robin."

"Goodnight, Aunt Veronica." I said, ignoring the gesture and walking out the door.

When we arrived home that night, a letter was waiting on the steps to our house. My mother noticed it almost immediately and her eyes scanned over the return address that was bolded in red, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She rushed us inside and tore open the letter, her eyes beginning to water. After she was done reading the contents of the envelope, she shoved into my hands and motioned for me to read it.

Dear Ms. Robin Alesi,

You have been carefully selected as the Prefect for Fifth year Slytherins, alongside Regulus Black. Headmaster Dumbledore and Slytherin Head of House Professor Slughorn congratulate you on your success at Hogwarts and wish you well for the upcoming year.

A list of responsibilities is attached and should be understood thoroughly.

Congratulations and Good Luck,

Minerva Mcgonagall.

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