Vitiate | Bill Weasley Fanfiction

The Fall Collection

"Stay behind me alright? I don't want you sneaking off again." My mother looked down at me pointedly her dark eyebrows creasing as she glanced over her dark versace medusa sunglases. She had taken the effort today to powder blush over her cheeks giving her tanned complexion a warm glow. There was no doubt we were both remembering when I got lost at the Venice Film Festival and multiple search parties had to be called. But hey? I was twelve and immature back then, you can't expect a twelve year old to sit still through a four hour long red carpet.

My mother handed me a large broad rimmed hat and a pair of her spare vintage sunglasses. It was nearing eight and the sun had well set however I had no doubt my eyes would be blinded by the photographers any second now.

The car door opened, revealing the cacophony of screaming photographers, scrambling over one another to get a photo of my mother. I watched her glide out of the car smoothly, unfazed by the onslaught that was surrounding her. Four burly security guards pushed the crowds back, creating enough room for my mother to put one stilletto in front of the other, her hips swaying easily, letting the long black dress drape behind her. She held her hand out for me to follow, dipping her head so they wouldn't see the pain in her eyes. 

My mother had an aura of undeniable elegence. The second we entered the building, it was as though everything stopped. Every pair of eyes were mesmerazied by the way she walked, silently passed the front row of seats. Her small hips weaved through the lines of seats slickly. Her black dress glided behind her entourage. The lights glittered along the long black catwalk as we took our seats siltently. 

The hall was dalk, the high church-like ceiling scattered with only a few glass chandeliers, providing just enough light to make out the tall blond figure walked towards us. She had the similar slender sillhoutte as my mother, however she twirled her wand around her fingers carelessly as she approached us. My aunt Allegra was my favourite of the extended family. She was unapologetically wild and made an effort to do everything with a touch of dramatic flare. When I was five, she left the public eye by slandering the media and fashion world for ruining her childhood in a live interview on Oprah before walking off the set mid-sentance.

"Wand away Allegra." My mother muttered to Allegra who grumbled stuffing it in the boot of her shoe. My mother rarely used magic, especially not in the fashion world. Allegra on the other hand worked as a freelance Curse-Breaker at Diagon Alley and it was confronting how freely she used magic, even in the muggle world. 

At that moment, four tall skinny men, wearing headsets approached my mother. Her face hardened and her hand dropped mine. She was in work mode and dove into an important conversation. "C'mon let's get some food." Allegra nodded to the backstage area where there was an untouched catering service in the back corner. Allegra pulled up her bleach blond hair and roughly tied her pale blue suit jacket around her waist (my mother would have a heart attack) revealing her lean muscular shoulders under the white shirt. Allegra was the tallest in the family, a good head and a half taller than my mother (who was tiny. I mean seriously, I was barely sixteen and already her height). My entire family were lean, some often called my mother malnourished, however Allegra had at least developed a bit of muscle through her time working in the tombs in Egypt.

"I read the Vogue interview." Allegra whispered down to me, passing me a cake. I knew exactly what she was referencing. "I can't believe they had the nerve to ask about your father."

"I know. I thought mum would be furious but she didn't even react."

Ok, let me explain. I knew the basics about my father. Promise me not to scream when i tell you! My father was Sirius Black. Yes, I know... I know! Mass murdering, convicted criminal, crazy-eyed, azkaban loving Sirius Black... it took 12 whole years before my mother ashamedly admittd that she ever slept with him. So ashamed that nobody... and I mean nobody else knows. I had never met my father, he was convincted when I was barely two however I had seen many a photo of him screaming incessantly behind the bars of Azkaban. I don't know how my mother ended up with Sirius Black. Was it a one night thing? I wouldn't dare ask her. Did it cause a slight identity complex when I found out that my DNA was linked to some of the most terrible crimes in Wizarding History? Well, sort of. But I like to take it in stride.