UDM: Grimley Yet - A Grandparent's Perogative (Harry Potter Fanfic)

A Grandparent's Perogative

"Okay, before I tell you, you have to promise not to be mad," the man said.

"Why should I even be inclined to listen," Olivia replied.

Olivia discovered the stranger waiting outside of her small caravan after returning home from work for the day. Yet, despite never having met the man, she held some kind of clue regarding who the man was from the telltale gray eyes and raven black locks of hair peppered with gray.

"He's a Black."

"Are you Olivia Granger?" the man asked, continuing to stand there leaning on his cane, his chin held high. The clothes he wore were indeed what she expected of the Black family, even though she'd only ever interacted with one of the family members.

"Why are you asking?" she asked, having heard enough to know she shouldn't easily trust any member of that family. She had an idea of what the man wanted, her hand going to her bulging belly. "He's not depriving me of my child."

He stared at her, one of his eyebrows rising. The man seemed irritated with the way she responded. Yet, in her mind, he owed her an explanation regarding why he 'd shown up there even though she already had the feeling he wanted to do something regarding the child growing inside of her. She wanted the Black family to have nothing to do with her child. Finally, he said, "You know my grandson?"

She glared at him, choosing to stand her ground.

He glared back, those gray eyes reminding her of Regulus ' eyes. "Regulus."

"Rabbit," she responded. Her tone of voice was sharp as the nickname clicked off her tongue."

"Rabbit?" The man probably thought her mad.

"R.A.B.," she responded.

"That answers my question."

"Excuse me?" Her questions certainly weren't answered.

He then said ever so candidly, much to her irritation, "Okay, before I tell you, you have to promise not to be mad."

"Why shouldn't I be mad at you," Olivia muttered, "showing up at my home like this?"

The man stared at her, and for a moment, she thought he wasn 't going to reply, but then he said. "Not me. My grandson."

She mulled over what he said, then turned her head, letting out a sigh, puzzling over what he said in her head. " Hadn 't I come to terms with all of that? That Regulus couldn't approach me again because of his family, that it was a one-time thing? "

"May I come in?" the man asked. "These bones of mine are old, and I could use a seat."

"Invite you into my humble abode?" Olivia felt the corner of her mouth twist. "I'd have thought a Muggle caravan beneath the members of the Black family?" She swallowed. "Aren't I beneath you?"

"Is that what Regulus told you?"

"I've no reason to believe otherwise," Olivia said.

"What I have to say is important," the man said, "and you might want to sit down as well."

Olivia turned her head, still glaring at him. "You are aware you've not given me your name."

"Arcturus. Arcturus Black."

"Arcturus," Olivia muttered, turning to look at the door, still unsure whether she should unlock the door or not. "Rabbit was rather fond of his name."