❝What is that song you
sing for the dead?❞
Born a sinner, Lucien Aliester King can talk to the dead. With the reappearance of Death Eaters and the approaching start of another wizarding war, Lucien is torn between venturing i...
13 | CHAPTER THIRTEEN you weep, and you weep alone
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HE MUST BE NO OLDER THAN ONE, ON HIS MOTHER'S LAP- AND THE PORCH AS SHE PLAYS WITH HIM. Her face wasn't like anything he remembered, her soft features illuminated by the moonlight creeping through. She looked like a loving mother; nothing like the one that haunted his nights occasionally, her tired face and raged eyes cutting through his cold demeanour as he struggled to wake up from the nightmare. She looked kind, Amelia King was once everything Lucien wanted her to be.
The black sky lit up, sudden brightness making young Lucien scared. Amelia buried her baby boy deeper in her chest, shielding him away from all the bad in the world. "Everett!" she called out to her husband, holding the baby safely in her arms. She looked into the distance, their garden and the sculptures of her husband's ancestors spreading towards the horizon. The marble creations' heads turned in her direction as they sensed danger, a safety system Amelia implanted in the form of a simple charm after the rise of Voldemort.
A young man rushed out of the manor, alarmed both by the lightning-like occurrence and his wife's panicked shout. "They are here," she informed the young man. With a nod, he looked at the child peering through his mother's fingers and at him curiously. Placing the baby in her husband's arms, Amelia stood up. A comforting hand, his father's, pulled the boy into a solemn embrace. Another light blinded them, this time closer than before and Lucien watched his parents exchange horrified glances.
This was a memory even Lucien wasn't aware he had. His brain hurt, Snape forcing his way through the events of the night as the boy tried his best to stop him. Dizziness overtook him, the scene in front of him swayed before quickly zooming back into focus.
This must've been the only time Lucien had seen his father scared; the sweet man he once must've been had long forgotten after years of wicked games. The blood of innocent people smeared on Everett King's conscience as the man lashed out on his family at the end of that night and forward. "Protect Lucien," he said, looking at his wife. Rapidly nodding, Amelia slipped Lucien out of his father's grip. Glancing at the empty field ahead, Everett wished upon the stars on the dark sky to keep them safe. Pulling his wand out his back pocket with one hand, he squeezed his wife's shoulder comfortingly with the other. "I'll deal with them."
She didn't move a muscle, hugging her son tightly. Meeting Everett's gaze with the most courage she could muster, she spoke. "My love, this is not something you can manage on your own." His expression softened at her words. "We both know what happened to Regulus, I can't let you face them alone." A sad look crept through her face, haunted by the memory of an old friend.
