Fixing Old Traditions | 𝘚𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘶𝘴 𝘉𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬

𝑶𝒏𝒆 𝑯𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒚-𝑬𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕

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autumn 1979,
little puppies
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"Master, Kreacher must return to Grimmauld Place, Mistress will become suspicious,"

"I'll take good care of him," she said, showing the elf to the door, he took one last look at his fragile master.

"Kreacher will return, master only need to call,"

She returned to the bedroom, where Regulus lay, she dipped a cloth into some cold water, lightly dabbing his forehead. She ran her fingers through his hair moving the few strands that fell over his eyes, he held her wrist, looking up at her.

"How did you get Kreacher to obey your orders?" he questioned for the hundredth time that week.

"I told you, I don't know why he listened, I'm just glad he did,"

"There's something you aren't telling me, did you marry Sirius?"

"No, please rest," she said, he let go of her wrist, he watched her as she left the room, her robes looked familiar, it wasn't her usual style of clothing.

***

Amelia Burke had been trying every method of divination she knew, she had seen her grandson's death months before it happened. 'Why hadn't I seen Aimee's fate?' she questioned herself. She feared her old age was affecting her ability to see the future accurately.

"More juice, Nana," Rhea asked holding up her sippy cup, Amelia cast a non-verbal refilling charm, to refill the toddler's sippy cup with more apple juice.

She looked thoroughly through every magical enchanted book she owned checking if she had misjudged any of her visions. Amelia heard something from outside of her house, she waved her wand turning all the lights off in her home, she lifted Rhea up, gesturing for Phoebe to follow as she toddled behind.

"Okay, sweethearts, stay here, nana will come and get you," she kissed their foreheads, closing the closet door behind her, she cast a charm over the door.

She lightly rested her hand on the wall of her house, hoping to see who or what was outside. She always made sure that if any visitors were coming that they personally owled her before arriving. She had made a few exceptions with Sirius and her grandchildren.

Amelia saw a white figure running towards her house, as she focused on the figure more she realised it was a white dog. She raced downstairs, only the white dog was no longer there, standing before her was her granddaughter.

"Who are you?" she said, holding her wand defensively up to the witch.

"It's Aimee, Grammy,"

"If you're really Aimee, you should know a lot about seers, you brought me a relative, to meet me, how was she related to me,"

"She's your brother's Granddaughter," Amelia lowered her wand, pulling her in for a tight hug, almost squeezing the life out of her.

"The Prophet stated you were dead, where have you been?"

"I'm in hiding Regulus is safe too, he's fragile, very fragile, I came for your help, and my girls,"

"What do you need?" she asked

"I need you to tell the Order that you saw mine and Regulus' death,"

"Whatever for?" she questioned

"No one will be looking for us if we're dead,"

***

She brought her daughters to the hideout that she and Regulus had been living in for the last few months. She had no desire to be away from her children any longer. Rhea and Phoebe had time to spend with their uncle.

After many failed attempts of destroying the Horcrux, Regulus had ordered Kreacher to hide it someplace and only talk to him about the Horcrux. Aimee made Rhea and Phoebe ham sandwiches, while she made Regulus a drink to help heal his insides, which still burned immensely from the potion in the cave.

The two little girls made him smile more than he had done in the last few years. He smiled at his nieces they didn't have the faintest idea of the dangers that were happening all across the United Kingdom. Happily playing amongst themselves, Phoebe ran away from her sister, she hurried Regulus putting her hand on his knee, she stared up at him vacantly.

She saw a dark night, children running around trick or treating. Sirius approached a wizard embracing him. Rhea and Phoebe were older accompanied by two small boys following closely behind them.

"Daddy, can we go home now?" Phoebe asked

"Yes, we're all going home," he patted the wizard on his back.

"Uncle Reggie, can I have a piggyback ride?" Rhea asked as the wizard lifted her onto his shoulders.

"Be carefully hunny," their mother told them.

"Reggie," Phoebe said, holding her hands up to him, he lifted her up onto his knee.

"Do you call me Reggie to them?" he asked

"No, you've always been uncle Reg,"

"Reggie! Reggie! Reggie!" the two girls shouted,

"Clearly, I'm Reggie now," he said, he smiled at the two little girls

"Booboo," Rhea said, yawning

"What's booboo?"

"They want a story, I don't have any book here, and Sirius is better at making them up,"

"Can I try?" she nodded, he leaned back on the sofa getting himself comfortable with them, the two laid on his chest, just like they would with their father.

"Once upon a time, there was a nasty old B-witch, she didn't want anyone to be happy. Her two little boys were happy, because of a little elf. The small elf, treated the boys with kindness, he would leave small sweet treats, so the boys would have sweet dreams. As the boys grew they parted ways, drifting further and further away from each other, then the oldest had two little puppies, the cutest little puppies ever...

Aimee smiled as Regulus told them to story, it might not have been about four animals that had many adventures. The smiles on the girl's faces showed they were enjoying the story. Told by their uncle, she was surprised by how comfortable the girls were with him, they hardly knew him and yet felt safe enough to fall asleep in his arms.