Death Eaters Daughter

03

I woke to the soft early morning light, the gentle rays filtering in through the sheer curtains that I'd left open last night. The large arched window overlooked both the river, hills and the seemingly dense forest filled with birch trees. The slight bench within the arched window created a small enough space for an assortment of leafy green plants, a mini haworthia sat beside a small spider plant, each in a soft yet subtle coloured pot of their own.

A clock sat between both plants, the soft ticking filling the quiet of my room. The warm yellow light slipping in through the windows began lighting the otherwise dimly lit room, my bed sat tucked into the corner of the room. Its king-sized mattress laid atop several pallets as the quilt and sheets covered the wooden frames, making the bed appear to be rested solely on the floor.

Three sets of shelves jutted out from the wall above my bed, the white shelves holding books of assorted genres, a few hanging plants, a candle or two and a single photo of myself, Scorpius, my mum and dad before we'd been hidden from the rest of the world. I reached out to touch the single photo that occupied this room, plucking it off the shelf that it'd sat on and simply looked at it. I watched as the picture moved, finding the movement both fascinating and strange after all those years I'd spent seeing unmoving and immobile pictures.

A soft smile quirked the edges of my lips, I hadn't had the chance to ever see my mother. Her dark chocolate brown eyes were alight with happiness, the dark brown locks of her wavy hair were tied half up and half down. The soft cream dress she wore a stark contrast to the pure black suit that our father wore, standing beside her with a smile plastered across his face. Nothing but love for our mother and the two kids that they held within their arms as he looked down at the three of us.

My dark grey eyes scanned the room that I stood in, landing upon the snowy white owl that was perched on a solid metal stand. The large ornate black stand within reaching distance of the medium-sized plush grey couch, the wall behind the stand encased with floor to ceiling bookshelves that perfectly moulded around the double-arched windows.

"Archimedes," The golden yellow eyes locking on me.

Lifting my arm slightly, I watched as he gently shook out his pure white feathers flecked with black before he lifted his wings and flew across the room, landing atop of my arm with a soft hoot. His shiny black beak reaching out to gently nibble my fingers, his way of asking for pats, "I missed you too," I whispered as I ran my fingers along his silky feathers.

Lowering my arm, I placed Archimedes upon my bed. Walking towards the wardrobe door beside that of the bathrooms, I went in without too much thought and picked out a pair of jeans, a white crew-neck t-shirt and a simple khaki green hoodie. Grabbing a matching set of black underwear and a bra as I walked out the wardrobe, Archimedes having flown back to his ornate stand.

***

I walked down the last few steps completely unfazed and unrushed, the dark blue boyfriend jeans comfortable enough to wear around the house. The large khaki green hoodie I wore stopping just beneath the zipper of my jeans, a simple silver chain necklace hanging from my neck as Archimedes sat upon my shoulder, "Going somewhere?" Scorpius asks from the couch that our father had occupied last night.

I rolled my thundery grey eyes, "Are you going somewhere?" I ask in response, gesturing to his dark-washed jeans and the white t-shirt that he wore.

He looked down at the clothes he wore and then back to me, a piece of his platinum blonde hair falling in front of his eyes, "No?" He replied, drawing out the word to sound like he was asking a question as he brushed the stray piece of hair from his face.

"How long have you been up?" I ask as I studied the open plan kitchen, dining and lounge room.

"A few minutes," He says, toying with the solid silver rings upon his hand.