monophobia • harry potter³ [UNEDITED]

𝐱𝐱𝐱𝐢𝐯. live with it

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      NYX WALKED BACK TO HOGWARTS WITH DUMBLEDORE. Once more she was ignoring the looks she was getting from people as her eyes slowly began to dry now that tears weren't constantly coming out of them. It wasn't exactly that Nyx all that better or anything, but instead, it was more that she didn't have any more tears left to cry out; almost as if she had run dry. Maybe that was a good thing? Crying hysterically would just attract more unwanted attention.

Upon arriving back at the Hogwarts grounds Nyx decided on a whim to finally look up from the ground and take in her surroundings. Standing off to the side on the path that led to Hagrid's hut was an all too familiar face. Nyx frowned when she saw the magazine in his hands. 

"You read it?" she asked him. 

"I did," François nodded, and rolled up the magazine. "'Owever, I am interested to know your side of ze story." 

Nyx glanced over at Dumbledore who was pretending as though he wasn't listening as he continued to walk towards the castle entrance with twinkling eyes. Nyx made her way over to François stopping about five feet in front of him and tugged at her earlobe. 

"It's true. Not all of it of course, but the part where it says that I'm his daughter, that's true." Nyx admitted honestly. 

François nodded once more and was silent for a few moments. Nyx observed him, wondering if perhaps he was deciding whether or not he should link her with Voldemort, wondering if he should hate her or not. 

"I was only four years old when ze war ended thanks to 'Arry Potter, so I do not remember much. But ze small parts zat I do remember, are very vivid. I recall everyone being frightened, I recall not being able to play outside and always being suspicious of others. My father made sure zat I never revealed my blood status to anyone. I am not pureblood after all. It was a very scary and dark time." François explained. 

Nyx nodded, grimacing as he told her his story. His very first memories being encompassed in such anguish was a far cry from Nyx who simply remembered her time at the orphanage. She felt stupid for feeling happy back then, even if she was a child, people were recovering from wartime and she was picking daisies? It wasn't fair, it wasn't right...

"I do not feel zat way whenever I am around you," François admitted, and Nyx's eyes widened as she met his eyes. He smiled at her. "Tu es une tulipe." 

"Tulip?" Nyx was very confused. 

"When most people think of tulips, zey think of flowers with closed petals; a unique look for a flower. 'Owever, tulips are able to open up, whenever zere is light and 'eat ze petals open to reveal an even more beautiful flower resiting on ze inside." François moved closer to her. "Perhaps it was zat enigma zat first made me interested in you, Nyx. But now you are open, you are light, and you are very beautiful."