Once Adhara had cried and begged for her mother and father. She had given her aunt and uncle hell the first few months with them, anytime they talked to her the only response she gave them would either be a glare or 'Where's ma and dada gone?'
Adhara had thrown tantrums over everything. Eating; drinking; taking a bath; going to bed. Anything, hoping it would result in being given back to her parents.
Eventually though she had given up any hope of them ever coming back for her and Callisto.
A little after a year of them staying with the Tonks, Adhara had fully settled in. She no longer waited by the window or asked where they had gone. She hadn't thrown tantrums over the simplest of tasks simply because she didn't want to live with them.
No longer made it a chore to raise her.
Yet for the first time since Callisto learned to talk he hadn't been curious. He'd never questioned where their parents went or look for them with Adhara.
He let Adhara ask, acting as though the whole thing didn't bother him but he'd listen. Callisto would sit up at any mention of them, strain his ears while eating if he thought they were talking about them.
He'd let them all believe that it hadn't taken him long to settle in. That it hadn't bothered him.
One night though, the night of their third birthday, Callisto had climbed into her bed.
They had spent the whole day celebrating their birthday. Andromeda and Ted along with Nymphadora had taken them to the little fair not far from their house. They had been treated to ice cream despite the cold weather.
Had all sat around the coffee table in the front room sharing pizza. Yet towards the end of the night Cal had seemed off. He had taken the seat where Adhara used to sit by the window waiting for their parents and just watched as cars moved past or their neighbours going to the bin.
Nymphadora had been knackered from their day and excused herself shortly after dinner. Ted had been tidying the house of wrapping paper and boxes while Andromeda had gone upstairs to get ready for her night shift at St Mungo's.
Callisto had laid his head on her shoulders, arms clinging to her as he cried. In between cries he would manage to whisper little bits about their parents not coming back for them.
Pleading Adhara to tell him why their parents left them both here. Why hadn't their uncle Lucy and aunt Cissy come for them yet. Where was their cousin Draco? Or why their uncle Rab hadn't come for them either?
In the end, Ted had been woken up to Cal's cries and ran straight into the twins' shared room with concern written all over his face. He'd breathed a sigh of relief seeing Callisto in his sister's bed before picking him up asking him what had happened.
Cal hadn't told him the real reason why, just he'd had a nightmare and wanted his sister.
Their uncle Teddy had nodded, before rocking Callisto to sleep and gently placing him beside Adhara again once he'd fallen into slumber.
Adhara hadn't asked or looked out the window for her parents since. Neither did Callisto. They may have been young but an unspoken promise had been agreed upon by both of them that night– a promise that their parents no longer held them both down.
While Adhara no longer cries for them to come back and get her. She's still in a similar situation again.
Knees tucked under her chin with her head resting on them while tears stream down her face. She watches, through the Ravenclaw fifth year boys dorm window, the sun start to rise and birds flying by.
