❛ASTERIA EDWARDS was your average, typical eleven-year-old child stuck in a pandemic with her mother Isabella Diggory until she found out where she truly came from.. and where she truly belonged...❜
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harry potte...
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Asteria stood by the window of the living room, where Dumbledore's phoenix was still perched, ready to leave. It sunrays weren't as gentle as they were during the cool daybreak, but instead they were bright and warm now, shining almost harshly against her face. Yet she stayed in the majestic bird's presence, for it had appeared from the same sun.
She scratched at his tiny head fondly as he finished the almonds she had given him, while Cassie watched him cautiously from the couch. The cat had seen him quite a few times at Hogwarts, but seeing it up so close, sitting beside her owner in their own house was a thing she had least expected.
"An Azrael will have a helper whenever needed.." she recalled under her breath. "Is that what Dumbledore meant, Fawkes?"
Maybe that's why he had helped her turn back from her Obscurus. Maybe that's why he had taken her away from the hospital at her command..
Maybe that's why he had cried that day, almost nine years ago.. not just because an Azrael had died, but because another Azrael needed help too.
The fiery bird looked up at her with his big beady eyes. "Did he mean that I can rely on you? That I can call for you, and you'll appear to help me?"
Fawkes answered with a low squeak, nudging her hand with affection. And a smile graced her face. "Thank you."
With a final nuzzle of his beak against her finger, he leapt out of the window, flying away farther and farther from the house.
The front door shut with a small thud, and Amos walked inside, tucking his wand safely into his pocket. "I've checked the surroundings.. Everything seems to be fine. There's no one else."
Ria nodded before exhaling softly. She rubbed tiredly at her eyes. Bleeding skulls..
Bleeding skulls.. that's what they meant. It was a warning about Theodore.
"Where's the boy?"
"In the guest room, taking a shower.. I've given him the first aid kit, so he could dress his wound." She answered. "Also.. I've lent him some of Cedric's clothes, if that's fine with you."
Amos sighed out loud. "Ria, I could care less about that." He admitted. "All I want to know, is whether I can trust this boy enough to not do something that would bring harm to you—"
"He wouldn't." She stated confidently.
He only looked concerned. "Are you sure?" he asked. "I mean how.. how did he even manage to come here anyway?"
"He's been here before." She reminisced, "back during the Quidditch World Cup when we went to the movies. My friends were dressed in the most wizards clothes ever, so I brought them here. Cedric had agreed to lent them some of his clothes for the day."
Amos nodded at her answer, but the doubt was still there. "He's still the son of a prejudiced, pureblood maniac, who is in Azkaban. You saw the mark on his arm too."
