SAME OLD LOVE. Fred Weasley

01.

HEIDI STOOD AT THE END OF THE GARDENS, LOOKING OUT OVER THE COUNTRYSIDE. She stared for a moment longer, inspecting the rise and falls of the hills before turning her head ever so slightly to where her grandfather stood.

Relations were always icy between the pair.

Heidi had better morals. That's what she brought it down to. Her grandfather was feared far and wide amongst the wizarding community, he had many titles; the ministry's butcher, the summoner of the dead, but most importantly, he was Heidi's grandfather.

She still cared for him deeply, even if he was a head death eater.

Her eyes flitted down to his dark mark. It hadn't faded against his wrinkly skin. Just like his loyalty hadn't faded for him.

They stood like this in silence often. It was easier for her to stomach him when he did not speak.

Unfortunately, it never lasted.

"I think you should know something." He said rather simply, arms crossed over his white linen shirt.

"If it's about you wanting me to join you and your merry men on a hunting expedition, I'd rather claw my eyes out." She replied, eyes back onto the hills. He'd asked that question quite often, but only her brother would accept. Never Heidi.

"No, not this time." He turned to her, she adjusted herself so that she looked up to him. A man. That was all that he was. A simple old man.

How could he have so much power from being just a man?

How could he have so much power? She had seen the pictures, where Augustine Lawrence had stood with him, smiling and laughing.

Such powerful beings did not laugh.

"Then what is it?"

"You are born to die." Her grandfather spoke curtly. "you are born with the Lawrence curse, I thought maybe you two wouldn't get it, seeing as. . ."

"We're adopted." Heidi finished for him uncomfortably. It was no surprise Silas Lawrence never had children of his own DNA. He could never love a woman quite right.

Heidi had been adopted at birth, she had never known her real parents, she never wanted to know them to be quite honest. They had left her, and she was happy(ish) here.

Well as happy as you could be when your family are a bunch of death eaters.

Even if sometimes she didn't feel as if she belonged. She stuck out from her family, yes that was the obviously fact. Her skin was a dark coppery brown, a stark contrast compared to the ghostly green tinge her father had. But then there was Achilles, her younger brother.

Bright blonde hair with blue eyes and freckles littering his permanently suntanned skin, Achilles had stuck out in the worst way, apparently he reminded most wizards of their grandfather in his adult years. The blonde was a stain to others. They often cowered when they saw Achilles.

Even if they were adopted, they still shared aspects with their family.

Such as this damned curse. Go figure.

The curse had plagued Augustine Lawrence's life since he was a student. That is what Heidi Lawrence knew. Like a fairy story that she knows the basis of but not the substance.

She knew that her father, Silas, had also been plagued with the curse. After being murdered by his own father, he was brought back to life.

But because he was brought back to life through divination and necromancy, he began to have the same gifts as his father. But differently. Whereas Augustine could see the future through dissecting animals, as well as bringing people back to life, Silas had gut feelings, as if Augustine had sewed divination into his very fibres of his self.

And unfortunately, this gets passed down to the current Lawrence children. Achilles with his night terrors of the future, and Heidi's night terrors of the past.

But that's not the curse. This is what Heidi thinks of as fun little quirks for being a child of the cadaverous house of Lawrence.

No, the curse was simple. They'd all die and leave Augustine Lawrence alone.

Lovely.

"I wished it would never pass down to you, once the pair of you arrived." He admitted, turning to look at the Lawrence manor. She could almost hear pain laced in his words. Almost.

She turned as well, seeing the tall, dark Manor House stand proudly against the green scenery. It was an eye sore. That's what others muttered, an eye sore ruining the wizarding world.

Heidi was rather embarrassed to live there, even if she had grown to love it as her home.

She had always been quite sensitive to what people thought of her.

"The visions I've been having, they're true aren't they?" She asked quietly, turning to him.

He stared at her, head titled in a sympathetic manner, "unfortunately so, dear girl."