legendi euis vitam

𝟞𝟠⏐the scar

Cordelia surprised everyone in the hall when she called her house-elf Dobby into the Great Hall. She gave him a small smile and produced a cute sweater for the HouseElf along with a pair of pants. In return, her house elf gave her a nice blanket to cover herself with because she was completely and utterly cold.

"Dobby looks happier," Draco commented to his cousin once Dobby left; knowing he'd be scared by his presence more if he talked.

"It took a bit of time but he warmed up to having another family, our other house-elf took even longer," Cordelia smiled slightly, thinking of Kreacher.

"Well no time like the present to read," Sirius changed the subject, still slightly bitter about how much Kreacher warmed up to the youngest Potter-Black. "I'll even read instead of the book," He smiled, summoning the book; hoping it was a good chapter but he also knew what happened after Cordelia had woken up.

"Wow, Sirius Black volunteering to read; I entered the Twilight Zone," Lily teased her brother-in-law with a smirk. Sirius surprisingly didn't rise to the bait and started reading the title.

"The Scar and Number 12 Grimmauld Place" He read out.

"Oh great, our childhood horror house," Regulus shuddered, remembering his mother most.

"Just wait," Remus wisely told him, knowing that this chapter would blow the Remaining Blacks' minds.

Cordelia was aware that someone was talking to her, however, the pain in her scar kept her from answering right away. She kept her hand over it, flinching at how hot it was and how irritated it felt. Glasses were being put on her face and someone giving her a kiss on the forehead, right near the scar. Filling her with the warmth of parental love.

"What happened?" Remus asked once she was calm. She could finally see without blinding pain and saw that her one godfather Remus Lupin-Black was sitting on the bed next to her, his hand in hers. Her other godfather, Sirius Black was sitting on the other side, an arm wrapped around her and he was huddling her to his side. "Do you need a pain potion?" He followed up, noticing the inflammation in her scar.

"I'm pretty sure I just witnessed a murder and heard a confession," Cordelia dryly choked. This was her second dream/vision of Lord Voldemort; the first had been one of Wormtail feeding Voldemort and they were talking about someone; someone who was going to hurt her or attempt to. She hesitantly started telling her godfathers about what happened, from the Old Man to the fact that Voldemort was growing slightly stronger. "He looked like a small child, a really ugly one, and unlike the last one; he was able to inflict pain and killed that man; he fell to the ground and he was gone!" Cordelia trembled. She knew how her parents died but seeing the nightmare made it even more real. She now knew what it looked like.She told them the rest of it and of course, they all had their questions. Who had the man been? Why was he in the house? Where was the house?

"Oh honey," James frowned. Learning about the Unforgivables was never easy. Especially since she had lost both of them to it so young; that the memory was strong yet lacked verbal cues like the name of the spell. He was at loss on how to comfort her and was slightly joyful for the fact that Blaise and Theo seemed to be comforting her rather well. He had an over-protective father urge to rip them from her vicinity and give her a million kisses, not allowing her to date again until  she was 27 or 270. He wasn't quite certain of an appropriate age for his little baby to be dating.

"Uncle Arcturus, how is it that Cordelia gets those visions?" Narcissa questioned quietly. She was worried about her youngest niece and didn't want her to have to see into that madman's mind. She had never been a death-eater; he had only used her services as a medic rarely; not allowing her into the room unless she needed to be an incentive to get Lucius to do his bidding.