Children of Sin

Chapter 12

The visions show the Flamels and Greengrass traveling across Europe. They went to Spain, Romania, Russia, Bulgaria, Italy, and Turkey. They met with many of Nicholas' old acquaintances, ones who were very upset to hear of the elderly alchemist's impeding death.

August 12th, 1992.

"Smile Granny," Layla took a picture with her grandmother, the two of them sitting on the couch, the trip having ended a few days before.

"I'll always smile for you," Perenelle smiled at her granddaughter indulgently, "come sit and hear stories."

"Perenelle seems to love being a grandma," Albus smiled gently, pleased to see that his dear friends were being taken care of in their final days. He'd never expected to have to say goodbye to Ncholas one day, but it would seem that the future held many surprises.

"...and that's how you would make lapis lazuli," Nicholas is seen explaining to an intrigued Victor. The dark haired boy sat beside his grandfather, drinking in every word of wisdom he could. Not everyone got the chance to learn directly under Nicholas Flamel.

Larissa herself was sitting, Damian cuddled beside her, and writing a note inside a book. A book titled Alchemy at Its Finest. Larissa was preparing to send one of the first copies of her soon to hit the stores book to Diane Serline. True to her word, the cute redhead had kept an eye out for her children during the school year. With the inevitable death of their grandparents, Larissa hoped Diane would continue to be a pillar of hope and guidance for her babies.

Larissa glanced at the old grandfather clock. It was 10:30. Truthfully, the children should have been in bed an hour and a half ago, but Larissa couldn't bear to tear them away from their grandparents. They had such short time left, that Larissa hated to waste a minute of it.

"Time for bed," she rose from the couch carefully, a sleeping Damian floating beside her, "it's getting late. We'll need our strength."

"Yes Maman," the children dutifully stood, and began to head to the bedroom that they shared. In order to not waste the precious moments they had left, the Greengrasses had temporarily moved into the Flamel's home.

"I'll come help you two to bed," Larissa reassured her mentors, "I just need to get this sleepyhead into bed."

"No need to worry Larissa," Perenelle smiled softly, "we're patient."

"Bonne nuit," Larissa wished the triplets good night, "fais de beaux rêves." 

"What did she say at the end?" a confused Mary McDonald hesitantly asked.

"Sweet dreams," Sirius replied casually, shocking all his classmates, "why is everyone staring at me?"

"Since when could you speak French?" Lily asked, barely believing the lazy and mischievous Sirius Black could have any real skills.

"All members of the Noble House of Black must learn Latin, Italian, and French," an insulted Regulus responds in lieu of Sirius, "how dare a mudblood like you assume that a, albeit former, member of the House of Black would be uneducated?"

"Do not speak like that!" Minerva McGonagall harshly scolded her student, "when we return to school, you will serve two weeks worth of detention."

"It's seems standards have really fallen at Hogwarts," Lucius complained to his wife, "wouldn't you agree dear?"

"Wholeheartedly," Narcissa said, maintaining her composure, "what a fall from grace we've had to witness."

"Let's head to bed," Larissa supported the weight of the couple, assisting them up to their quarters. Raising her eyebrow, the pair were magically changed into pajamas, and their pillows were fluffed. Larissa guided them to their bed, and as she was about to leave, Nicholas called out to her.