Death Eaters Daughter

02

The wind whipped past me as I stood before the house that we'd just apparated to, the wind blowing through my hair as I studied the building that stood before me. The house itself wasn't necessarily a house more so that of an estate, smaller than the manor that our father had grown up in but unlike the coldness of the manor, this was truly a home.

"Was this always here?" I asked as I turned to face the two blondes.

I watched as Scorpius turned towards our father, a man he could easily call his dad without feeling awkward about it, his cool grey eyes searching for something, "This is where we were born, wasn't it?" He uttered once he'd found whatever he'd been looking for in our fathers face.

Two sets of grey eyes turned towards where I stood slightly away from them, content with observing. The hillside was in its springtime glory, the lush knee-length grass swaying in the breeze, the birch trees that were scattered amongst the grounds were leafy and green, and off to the left of the stone house ran a small river, the sunlight catching on the ripples atop the water.

"It is," He finally uttered as my grey eyes began sweeping over the house that we could now call our home.

A place we hadn't been in for seventeen years.

The same house our mother had died in.

I tore my eyes away from the stone house as the thought whipped through me, finding a pair of light grey eyes already watching me. He merely smiled slightly when my eyes met his own, understanding laced throughout his eyes as he too, turned to look at the grey stone house, "It'll get easier," He said reassuringly.

"Easier doesn't make it any better," I stated cooly as I began walking through the grass and towards the house.

I didn't dare turn and look back at him, not even when I heard Scorpius's muttered, "She doesn't blame you," Or even as he paused as he tried to rid himself of the lump that formed in his throat, the feeling of his eyes burning into my back as I continued to walk up the hill.

"Who else does she have to blame?"

I winced as I caught Scorpius's reply, not because he'd hurt me but because of the truth that he'd reveal, "Herself," Was the last thing I heard before I could no longer hear them.

As the house grew closer, the air was ripped from my lungs as I stared at the house in awe. The light grey, white and light browns flecked the building in a way that brought lightness to the otherwise plain stone building. Large windows ran along each wall, spaced apart so that some rooms had more light than others. Three french doors sat spaced evenly apart, the jasper grey painted wooden frames holding the glass panes within the doors. A small paved outdoor sitting area stretched out before the front of the house, the single steps mere inches away from my feet that stood atop the now perfectly mowed lawn.

Stone benches placed along the outskirts of the paved area, a single black outdoor table was tucked under the veranda's roof nearest to the third set of french doors, ornate lamps hanging in each space between the doors, "Is that drool?" Scorpius teasingly uttered from over my shoulder.

"If you can drool over broomsticks then I can drool over a house," I say as he slung his arm over my shoulder.

He scoffed mockingly, "They're not just any broomsticks."

I rolled my eyes in response, "They're the top models of the decade," I say, parroting the words he always said whenever I brought up his love for broomsticks and with it, quidditch.

A chuckle broke through the silence that followed when all Scorpius could do was stare at me with both eyebrows raised in surprise, "And there's the response I was waiting for," As he walked past the two of us, shaking his head in amusement.