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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭: 𝐒𝐚𝐥𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

Chapter eight: Salvation

One month and twenty days. 

That's how long it took them to remember they had a daughter and finally write her a letter, you know, just to see if I was still alive. If I'm being honest, I would've reached out to them first to ask for a new broom for Quidditch the next day if they didn't bother. Guess the owl had to have a long trip from France all the way to Hogwarts. I'm guessing... three days? Anyway, the letter contained the usual; Asking how I was doing, how were things, and more importantly... how my grades were going. All of that, accompanied by ten galleons which should be enough to cover anything I'd want to buy for the next two months. 

I'd be lying if I said it didn't hurt when they excused their lack of communication on what mom described as a sudden burst of inspiration and being too busy with dad's nonsense, of course, she was talking about dad's work schedule. They weren't bad people. I just think some humans aren't made to be parents, after all. I never understood how mom ended up with someone like him. They met during their years at Hogwarts, like most wizards. She's a Ravenclaw, he's a Slytherin. 

I remember their love story clearly, I loved to hear it as a child; One of dad's friends set him up with mom's best friend, and it went horribly. When they returned from their date, dad met mom. Mom had a boyfriend at the time but decided to break up with him even before knowing dad was madly in love with her. I do have to say I don't know what she saw in him... they were polar opposites. She loved painting since she was my age, and he didn't know shit. He wasn't sure of what he wanted to be when he grew up so he ended up working for the Ministry in the awfully amazing Floo Regulation Panel. 

I'm not saying he wasn't good at what he did, because he did reach the highest rank he could have in the job; this being the main reason why we moved to France in the first place. I've always asked myself how mom didn't have anything to do with him pursuing what he truly wanted and not sticking to working on a boring space his whole life. She loved art, any form of it really. And she taught me how to draw properly from a young age, so I blame her for all the complicated doodles in my parchments and textbooks. 

It didn't matter how much she loved her job, dad always made more than her. And that didn't create some weird dynamic where she was economically dependent on him, but most decisions were taken by him and that was one of the main reasons mom wanted me to go after a job that paid greatly, even if it didn't make me happy.

 After taking out the money and placing it safely into a little box I kept on my desk, I closed the envelope and threw the letter inside one of the drawers. It was the end of the day, so nothing was left to do other than homework and I was meeting up with Evan and Severus downstairs, Reggie would probably join us. "Smith will you hurry up!?" Evan requested, half-joking with the tone he used "Coming!" I said back, quickly shutting the door behind me and running down the stairs, immediately sitting next to them on the carpet as Regulus stayed on the couch.

 "What took you so long?" Severus asked, opening his textbook "I got a letter from my parents" I smiled leaning in to see the text "Everything okay?" Evan asked, sitting a bit more comfortably "Yes, surprisingly they just wanted to know if I was okay. I also asked them for my broom" "I still can't believe I didn't make it into the team" Evan sighed "I can" Regulus answered, giggling at his own joke "Fuck off" the blonde boy smiled teasingly, focusing back in the assignment "It's better that way, we won't miss this one's matches and you won't distract her" Severus told Evan, who just nodded.