Filthy Purebloods | ʳᵉᵍᵘˡᵘˢ ᵇˡᵃᶜᵏ

Revelations

It was Christmas day and everybody was in a very cheery mood. Her parents' siblings had come, her mom had cooked and her grandparents were drinking far too much. Sidra couldn't be bothered to join in the festivities.

It wasn't worth being happy without Regulus.

Despite every word he had spat at her, every bit of hatred in his eyes and the fact that he was loyal to a man who murdered without a second thought, she missed him. Because those horrible things didn't stick out.

Every touch, every kiss, every whispered word replayed in her memory. The way his flawless skin was soft to the touch, the way his features were sharp enough to slice and how she used to run her fingers along his jawline, the way his hair was always perfectly brushed out of his face and those eyes... Those deep, dark eyes.

She excused herself from the table, not wanting to dampen the mood with her tears. When the door to her room was shut, she let them fall. Whenever she thought they had finished, another wave would overcome her and more would drop down her face. Merlin, she missed him.

She didn't know what the time was, but the sun was setting and everybody had quietened down downstairs. A soft knock sounded from her door and Irina poked her head in. "Sidra, baby." Her grandmother cooed and closed the door behind her. When she turned, a plate of cake was revealed in her hands. "Tell me what's the matter." She scooted in next to Sidra and pulled two forks from her pocket.

"I... Me and my boyfriend..." She couldn't get the words out properly without crying.

Irina patted her back soothingly. "Oh, my love. The first heartbreak is always the hardest. He's not worth all your lovely tears." She wiped one away with her index finger.

"But he is. He is so worth it. He is worth everything. I realized that too late." Her voice broke on the last part. She should never have told him her thoughts, she would have sucked up her feelings and dealt with everything privately. If it meant keeping him.

"Talking it out helps. Tell me what happened."

Sidra looked at her grandmother - her kind green eyes and soft silver hair that made her seem far more nurturing than she was. Although, she had come and cuddled up with Sidra, trying to make her feel better. Maybe Sidra could trust her...

And if talking was the key to getting rid of the torturous pain in her chest then she would do it.

"He is a Death Eater too." She began. "And I've liked him since the moment I laid eyes on him. I thought he liked me back..." She swallowed another round of tears and went on. "And he did... He said he loved me, but clearly not enough. I told him... The last time I saw him we fought. I told him that I wasn't sure I wanted to be a Death Eater, that I didn't want to kill and torture and abuse other people, regardless of their blood status. I always knew that but I just couldn't keep it up anymore, not after I had to torture my... someone I know. It was all too much. I said I couldn't be with someone who could kill so easily and that I missed his brother.

"It's a long story but if nothing else, that's why he walked out. He hates his brother and I threw it in his face." Sidra sighed, it did feel good to get it all out. "His brother is a blood traitor and a Gryffindor and I never thought we'd get along but we did, so well. It was so nice to have a friend who was different from all the rest."

Sidra had been so busy speaking she hadn't realized how still Irina became beside her. She glanced at her grandmother for a reaction and jumped back when she saw the deep frown on her face.

"That boy was absolutely right to break up with you." She snarled and stood. "My goodness, Sidra! You were not raised to behave like this!"

"What?"

"The Dark Lord has only the best interests of witches and wizards at heart. And from what I hear this young man understands that. Who cares if a few mudbloods die along the way or a few blood traitors disappear from our lives? They don't matter, they shouldn't even exist." She set the plate of cake down. "I never want to hear another word of this. Do not tell your parents. You will stay a Death Eater unless you want me to kill you myself."

Sidra began to sob harder.

"Don't cry. It is weak." She snapped. "Do you want to know the real reason your grandfather is dead? He was weak. He thought associating with muggles was a crime when I first met him but then he became soft and decided they weren't so bad. I couldn't have that kind of influence over Vera, who knows how she might have turned out if I allowed him to live?"

"You killed him?" She coughed out, hugging a large pillow to her chest - anything to create a barrier between her and that crazy woman.

"I did. And I would do it again because there is no room for blood traitors in our family." Her eyes gleamed dangerously and Sidra nodded because she sensed Irinia was waiting for a response.

"Good, child. Now clear your mind of all of those ludicrous thoughts and forget about that boy!" She meant Sirius, Sidra realized as her gran left and slammed the door.

She had just casually admitted to murder as though she were discussing something as futile as Quidditch - no, she was far more passionate when it came to Quidditch.

Sidra didn't dare cry for fear of Irina coming back but her mind swirled with thoughts all night. Vera would never go against her mother and Leo would back Vera no matter the circumstance. Not that she had much respect for either of her parents since that lunch at the Black household.

The thought made her heart ache once more but she pushed aside thoughts of him and refocused.

Her life would be in danger no matter what she did. She might as well try and get away. A plan began to form in her mind. It was desperate and the chances of success were low but staying where she was was not an option.

So, without another moment's hesitation, she began to pack.