Sabrina ; The next generation

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They grabbed Tomas out of Azkaban and put him in a secure room at the ministry where we would see him.

An auror unlocked and opened the door, stepping aside to let us in.

"You have fifteen minutes, and then he has to go back."

I nodded, and Naomi thanked him before she followed me into the room. Tomas was sitting at a table, but he stood up quickly when he saw me.

The door shut behind us, and I took a few steps into the room.

"Sabrina." Tomas spoke. "How're you doing? How is... how's Alec?"

I shrugged.

"We're both home." I said. "Your plan worked."

"What plan?" Naomi asked, earning Tomas' attention.

"Hi Naomi."

"Fuck you." She answered, holding Willow against her shoulder.

Tomas looked down for a minute, then looked back up. He saw the baby in Naomi's arms, looked at me while gesturing towards her.

"Is that..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but he waited for me to answer.

"Yeah. I wanted you to have the chance to meet her."

I walked over to Naomi and she sent me a certain look as I reached for my baby.

"I don't trust him, Breena." She whispered.

"Well I do." I said, taking my daughter before walking over to Tomas. "Do you want to hold her?"

"I— yeah... I mean, if you're comfortable with it." He said, and I offered a faint smile before carefully laying her in his arms. "Oh wow... she's heavier than I thought."

"Have you never held a baby?" I asked, and Tomas shook his head while watching her face.

"What's her name?"

"Willow."

"Willow." He echoed. "It suits her."

"Her full name is Willow Emma Silverberry-Weasley." I told him, and he looked up at me. "She won't have your name. I told you I can't forgive you for what you did, but I do feel sympathetic about what you've gone through.

"Sabrina, I—"

"No. Let me speak." I said, taking a deep breath. "She will grow up and know me to be your mother and Naomi to be her second mother. When and if she decided she wants to know you, I will allow it but you will never have custody of her and you will never be a dad, because you will be locked up until she's fourteen years old."

I noticed Naomi drop her arms from her chest and I felt her eyes on me.

"I understand that." Tomas nodded. "And when I get out, I won't go looking for her. It's up to her."

-

"Aren't you beautiful?" Naomi cooed after changing Willow's outfit.

I sat on the floor, my back against the bed with a book in my hand, and Naomi was on the bed with Willow laying in front of her.

It had been two weeks since we visited Tomas, and Naomi had stayed here constantly. A few times during the day she'd go home and see her family, but she kept here and we were there for each other when we each woke up during the night due to a nightmare.

Willow was a month old today, and we had entered July.

Naomi lifted Willow up into the air to look at her, then covered her face in kisses.

"Oh, you are the cutest. You are the cutest!"

There was a burping sound and I turned to see that Willow had spit up on Naomi's chest.

I couldn't help but laugh. I marked the page I was on, laying the book down before getting to my feet.

"Let me take her." I said, and Naomi got off the bed, chuckling to herself.

"I'm gonna go get cleaned up in the bathroom." She told me, leaving the room.

"She just changed your clothes, Willow." I said, shaking my head at her. "Let's get you into something else."

I walked to the dresser and pulled out the top dresser which I had cleared for her clothes.

I picked a yellow onesie which I dressed her in, before I sat against the headboard of my bed, cuddling her against my chest.

I must've fallen asleep because suddenly I was woken up by Naomi who brushed her fingers through my hair while saying my name softly.

I blinked a few times and then looked at her. She had joined me on the bed, smiling at me.

"It's three o'clock." She said. "And I brought a bottle."

I groaned, looking at Willow who was sleeping on my chest.

"Oh god. She wasn't supposed to fall asleep. She has to nap again in twenty minutes."

"I'm sure it won't be a problem." Naomi said. "Can I feed her?"

I nodded, and Naomi smiled widely at Willow as she picked her up into her arms.

Willow woke up, yawning while stretching her arms and legs. The made the cutest little sounds and Omi cooked at her, leaning down to kiss her tiny nose.

"Are you hungry?" She asked in a whisper, and looking at the way Willow kept opening and closing her mouth, showed me that she was indeed hungry.

Naomi reached for the battle on the nightstand and I watched tiredly as she fed her.

"I've uh—" Naomi cleared her throat before looking at me. "...I've found a flat."

My eyes widened slightly and I raised my eyebrows as I stared at her.

"It's a two bedroom." She told me. "It's right by Chinatown."

"A flat..."

"Yeah. It's a penthouse, actually."

"A penthouse?" I laughed. "That has to be expensive."

"Yeah. I mean, I guess, but... I've got my savings for the deposit and I know my grandmother really wants to help out if we need it." She said. "Plus, I've been thinking about going into school to become an auror, and being an auror is good money."

"How much is the rent?"

Naomi bit her lip, and I just knew it was going to be way too expensive.

"Omi?"

"Close to ten thousand British pounds." She told me, and my eyes widened.

"Per month?!"

"I know it's a lot, but it's a nice flat and we deserve something nice."

"Yeah, but ten thousand? We can't afford that!You have a desk job at the ministry and I don't even have a job!"

"Okay. Let's drop it then. I just thought we deserved to live somewhere nice."

I sighed.

"I'm sorry I raised my voice. I didn't mean to do that. It's just that... I don't deserve to live somewhere nice like a penthouse."

"What are you talking about?"

"I ruined everything for myself, Omi. I did drugs and now no one wants me. I can't get a job. I'll be poor and living in my parents house for the rest of my life."

"Jesus, Sabrina. You have a big arse fucking family and a lot of them are business owners. Why don't you ask them? Your uncle perhaps? Doesn't he own a bar? Or your mother or your father. I'm sure either one of them will help you get a job."

I didn't answer, because truth was that asking family to give their drug addict family member a job, scared me.

I didn't want to make anyones life harder.