O Beija-Flor - Regulus Black (Complete)

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WARNING – I CONFUSED THE WORD 'BOUND' AND 'BOND' A FEW TIMES, AND I'M SO TIRED THAT I DON'T KNOW HOW TO CORRECT IT ANYMORE, SO IF YOU SEE ANY MISTAKES, FEEL FREE TO POINT OUT.

ACTUAL TW: MENTION OF INFIDELITY AND SEIZURES.

Harry Potter looked quite happy sitting in front of the Weasley family with a big smile through the dinner they had prepared on his birthday. The whole Black household was there as well, including Regulus, who seemed surprisingly excited come, hiding a smirk whenever Sirius looked at him in confusion and worry. The truth was that Regulus had talked to Dumbledore and he had allowed Emma, Constance and Luna to come (all more excited to meet his pseudo-goddaughter) and Molly Weasley was the only one to know, by the way that she put ever so many chairs around the table that she had dragged outside.

So when somebody knocked on the door, there was a sense of fear coming from some people on the table. Molly got up, against her husband's requests to let him go to the door instead, and smiled as she opened the door.

"Hello, Luna," she said kindly.

"Hello, Misses Weasley," answered Luna.

Cecilia turned to Regulus, eyes wide and smile growing.

"You little plotting shit," she accused.

"You deserved this after everything," he answered. "And... well, so did I. You were right. You know what to say and what to not to, I'll trust you to know what to keep secret and Dumbledore agreed."

"Did he?" she asked, raising her eyebrows.

He looked away.

"I might have written a strongly-worded letter about some rumour," he admitted.

She laughed.

That was when the group walked out of the house, going to the backyard, where they were all eating. Cecilia jumped up from where she was sitting, running forward with a loud squeal that made Harry cringe into his chair.

Cecilia jumped in Constance's arms. Her hair had two braids coming from the corners of her head and joining in the back like some sort of crown, wavy hair covering her shoulders. She was wearing a loose, blue dress and was more than happy to hug Cecilia back, giggling by seeing her again.

"You're wearing a dress," Cecilia commented.

"A rare sight, enjoy it," Constance dismissed.

Cecilia quickly made her way to Emma, who smiled bigly at her and opened her arms. Cecilia hugged her a bit more carefully, confused by her clothing. She wasn't using trousers, as she usually did. She was using a big, black abaya – sure, she still had her style, after all she insisted on coming with high heels and the cream-coloured headscarf she had in combination looked amazing, but it still took Cecilia by surprise.

"My hijab isn't going to fall off," laughed Emma. "It's just shayla."

"Alright," Cecilia said, tightening in her in the embrace. Emma laughed. "I'm so happy to see you again."

"Even me?" Luna asked, voice fragile.

Cecilia let go of Emma, turning to the smaller girl, who's eyes were shining.

"I'm so happy to see you, Luna," admitted Cecilia.

She could feel the people moving behind her, preparing the newcomers' places on the table, and she just knew by Fred and George laughing that Ginny had kicked them out of their places to put them in between her and Fleur. By the time she let go of Luna as well, the chair beside Regulus' was free, so he would be sitting in between the two girls.