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March 31st, 2004 - the birth of Y/N Crimson.
Two years before the First Wizarding War (1995-2006) ended, the newlyweds - Caspian and Amaryllis - welcomed a beautiful baby girl into the world. A blessing fr...
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This sucked.
Amaryllis added another kid, Harry, to her never-ending collection. She offered Hagrid to drive the boy since they were on their way to the train station as well, and the man happily obliged as he had other duties to attend to. Y/N sat in the front seat while Harry and Hermione chattered along in the back.
Amaryllis glanced at the pair in the rearview mirror. "It looks like they're getting along, Y/N. Don't you wanna join them?"
"No," said Y/N with her arms crossed. "I'm perfectly fine as is. Although, I would've been better if you hadn't adopted every kid pitiful enough — "
Amaryllis' gaze snapped from the road to her daughter in the mirror. "Watch your tone."
Y/N huffed, turning her face toward the window. "I'm just saying."
Amaryllis didn't speak for a long moment. The only sound was the low hum of the engine and the faint noises of the three animals in the back seat. Then she said, "Harry's our guest, and Hermione has been nothing but kind to you. You'll show them respect, or you can kiss Hogwarts goodbye."
"Gladly," Y/N snapped back. "It's not like I wanted to go to that shitty boarding school in the first place — "
"Y/N," Amaryllis' fingers tightened around the steering wheel. "God, for one second, can you just stop being such a disappointment?"
The car went silent again. Y/N pressed her lips together, refusing to respond, her reflection in the window glaring back at her. Harry and Hermione exchanged awkward glances — awkwardness evident on their faces.
Hermione glanced at her — almost pitiful, but Y/N didn't look back. The car rolled on through the London streets, the silence between them heavier than before.
The rest of the drive passed in brittle silence. London blurred by gray skies, streaks of rain on glass, people rushing across crosswalks in their oversized coats. Amaryllis's nails tapped once against the steering wheel before her hand stilled again.
When they finally pulled up near King's Cross, Y/N was already unbuckling before the car had stopped. She stepped out, slamming the door harder than she meant to. The sound made Hedwig flap her wings and Crookshanks hiss from the backseat.
"Y/N!" Amaryllis yelled through the window. "Get the luggage."
"I got it," said Harry, climbing out after her and grabbing his trunk before Y/N could even turn around.
