Heaven in Hiding [H.P.] ✓

Consequence

Bellatrix Lestrange was staring at the wall, hallucinating, conjuring up the image of Juniper Nevaeh Winters... Or rather Pucey now. Somehow the blonde had gotten even more beautiful over the time. She was breathtaking. The curls had staid in her hair and it had made her Think for a moment, that she'd somehow remember her.. despite the potion Narcissa had told her she had taken as she had asked of her. But even if she did. What would happen? She had destroyed the evidence but.. from the letters she had exchanged with the Potters.. she had a child. A son. With that damned husband of hers. And Bellatrix was locked in Azkaban.. while she was out there.
Just seeing her had the messy haired ravenette crushed by realisation. By sanity. She had been tortured. She had been raped. She had been broken and finally she had been turned into a puppet to do the dark lords bidding. She had murdered. She had tortured. She was not even in the slightest better than He himself was. Pulling her legs to her chest she curls up for even a hint of warmth, surrounding herself with memories of a warm summer afternoon at the Black lake and kissing the beautiful blonde below the water surface and the feeling of her fingers against her skin.. the scent of her hair.. the tingling sensation of her breath brushing against her skin. Salazar.. she loved her. She always would. And for her there was no potion that could make her forget or lessen the guilt of ever letting the image of her slip from her mind.
It were the consequences for her actions that made them weigh even harder on her chest.

Juniper had managed to have Sirius Black and the little Harry Potter, as well as Regulus, move into one of the smaller properties of the Winter families. They were still only 30 minutes on foot and less than one by floo away. So they would visit an extensive amount but otherwise it was mostly back to their life before the rescue actions.
She had even just released her first book about spells and spell development, which was selling out on all fronts so that production had been struggling to keep up with the demand. Much to her surprise it had even become a part of the Hogwarts curriculum and a book used in defense against the dark arts.
It was ridiculous but very, very fun.
Writing down lines for her next book already she already is working on her next spells, her blue eyes glowing.

"Mum! Marcus is here!!" Looking over at the door she smiles. "Welcome back. Have fun you two. Call for me if you need me." "Thanks Mrs. Pucey!" "Thanks Mum!"

With that they rush off to spread a little bit of chaos. Since Atlas had gotten them brooms it was even more chaotic than usual. But Juniper would never once stop smiling at their enthusiasm and laughter.. not even if their fun would come at the cost of a window or two.

Time was passing by more or less peacefully. There was even a new addition to the family. Draco Malfoy, who'd find himself in the care of his aunt rather often and was practically attached to her hip, same as Graham Monteague but then there was also Remus Lupin who'd visit his friend and the young Potter.
Things were good.
Until realisation struck.. when Adrian's Hogwarts letter arrived.

Atlas walks in to see his wife stare at herself in the mirror. "When did I get so old, my love?", she asks him and the man has to hold himself back from either laughing or scoffing. "Look at me, my darling. Then at yourself." He steps up close to her, wrapping his arms around her middle. "If anything you've only become more youthful and beautiful looking and acting than ever before. And there is no one I'd rather be in my thirties with than you." She smiles a crooked smile. "I love you so much." "Enough to have another baby?" "No.. I'll have you any day though." He chuckles, peppering her neck with kisses. "Then I am happy with that answer." They tumble over into the silken bedsheets with Juniper letting out a soft laugh before pulling him in.