𝐞𝐧𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐲 , marlene mckinnon

𝐢𝐢𝐢. Inheritance

" i want the world in my hands "

   It was funny how a secret this big could be kept for two whole decades. Charlotte was unsure if anybody besides herself and the Order knew if she was his daughter. It would've made sense if Tom Riddle's most trusted men knows as well but Charlotte doubted it. The only person that monster ever trusted was himself and always himself.

When Charlotte turned eighteen last year, Albus gave her three things. One was the rest of her mother's fortune and the other a silver ring. She asked who it belonged to but Dumbledore was unsure and they assumed it was Evelyn's when she was still a student. Last was a small journal (which was empty.)

Prior to these, Charlotte bought an apartment flat near London's square just last week after she left Wimbourne for her mother's safety. Though she was rarely there, the quiet was too deafening and uncomfortable for her. It was only used for sleep and for a cold shower, and the rest of her day insists of Charlotte mindlessly strolling everywhere she thinks of just to get her mind off of the war happening.

Now she never leaves without the ring attached to lead, wrapping it around her neck as a converted necklace. It felt wrong wearing it on her hand, made her feel like she stole it from her mother.

"Given becoming an Auror during this mess a thought yet?" Fabian questions, tying his shoes neatly wherein Charlotte has her arms folded (like always) and resting on the sofa from the opposite of him.

"I don't really want to be anything during this mess." Charlotte admits, blankly staring at the wall behind the Prewett.

In a given few years of knowing Fabian, Charlotte was reluctant of his blunt and showy attitude. It may be his natural brotherly attitude, always protective and never considerate of his own safety towards anyone in the Order who he cares about. Like Gideon, Molly and even Arthur, his brother in law.

Truly, Charlotte felt somewhat honored that Fabian admitted he sees her more of family than anyone he knew besides his own blood.

"Then what about after?" He counters, resting arms on his knees and leaning slightly forward.

"Not certain for sure."

It was difficult to keep a conversation with Charlotte. There was tons of hostility against her when Dumbledore told them who her father is. Undoubtedly, Charlotte knew they shouldn't trust her no matter how she tries but they do. They believed she is the opposite of her biological father, wanting to do good and to reverse what he did to the world. Wizarding and muggle's.

That took a lot of time and Charlotte still wondered why they trusted her. They didn't even know who she is.

"But I do like duelling." Charlotte adds lowly, felt as if it's the first time she's admitted it out loud.

"Pretty damn good at it as well." Fabian laughs, leaning back on the sofa and brought his arm up to rest on its back. "When you and Gideon were in that stakeout last year, he told me you did well on fighting against two Death eaters."

"It was hardly a fight." Charlotte unintentionally boasts. She did it often and finds it difficult to prevent herself in doing so.

"Show off." Fabian smiles. "You'd make a great Auror. Might even make Mad-eye a run from his money."

"Doubt it." Charlotte rolls her eyes in a smile. "He's a great Auror. Don't tell him I said that." She adds quickly.