The Sanctuary of Yesterday

2.8 | IN

AGE 7 TO 8

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"But Aunt Cissa, it's been hours!" Theodore whined. The little boy was looking up at his aunt with puppy dog eyes, begging the lady to just give in already. Secretly, so was Sage. Theodore could out-whine everyone.

"Yeah, mum, isn't it time to go yet?" Draco asked, looking up from his game with Sage. He, on the other hand, looked at her with confusion.

Narcissa looked from her watch, and to the children, and then back to her watch again. This had been the equivalent of pacing for the regal lady. The boys seemed too far into their excitement to notice, but Sage did.

She got up and went over to her godmother, "Aunt Cissa?"

Narcissa looked down at the girl, "Yes, darling?"

"Are you okay?"

She froze, expecting anything but that to leave the girl's mouth. Narcissa recovered quickly, pulled her sleeve down, and put on a smile. "Of course, I am, Sage. Now run along and play with the boys, I'm going to floor call silly Lucius and see what's taking so long."

She watched the elder lady scurry from the room. Sage walked back towards the boys, for some reason feeling disappointed. It seemed they'd be late to the Quidditch World Cup.

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"Mudbloods are ruining us," their father spat, forcing both children to stop themselves from flinching. The word was filled with venomous hate, but then again so was their father.

Neither twin couldn't properly understand what a 'mudblood' was or why it was so bad. They also didn't know why their father was so angry when he was so happy moments before.

"Muggles are a danger to us, children. Do you understand? They kill us with stones and fire."

Their father had been going on for what felt like hours about these things—muggles he called them, and neither understood how Witches and Wizards could be so superior but somehow be killed by these things.

But, despite the confusion and hesitation they felt, they nodded along, agreeing with their father. Disagreeing would only get them hurt, or so they thought.

Seven-year-old Theodore and Sage would soon find out how badly the pain from agreeing would hurt.

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"Hello, dear," Madam Malkin greeted Sage as she wandered through the store, "Are you looking for anything particular?"

Sage smiled a sweet smile up at the shop owner, "I'm looking for a gift for Aunt Cissa for Mother's day," she said, "Can you help me?"

Madam Malkin's eyes flashed with pain for the young girl, but it disappeared just as fast as it came, "Of course, I can, Miss Sage. Mrs. Malfoy had been looking at this new necklace we had got in and if you ask me, it matched perfectly with the new set of robes she just purchased."

The little girl followed her over to the case where the jewelry was displayed and clapped her hands when she saw the new piece. Her face lit up with happiness and the elder lady couldn't help but smile when she saw it.

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"Come on, Sage," Theo called from the shortest branch on the tree. It wasn't too high, but it wasn't too low either.

"I don't know Theo," the girl called up, "What if I fall?"

"Give me your hand," he called back, and when she hesitated, he added, "Would I ever let you fall?"