O Beija-Flor - Regulus Black (Complete)

Epilogue

Please, read.

I want to start this epilogue by thanking all of you for reading until the very end. This story was very important to me and I wrote this as carefully as I could, to share my culture and religion. I wanted to show that even 'immigrants' could still have a love story that does not involve staying in the country.

The support I've recieved while reading this was marvelous and I'll never forget how you all have been during very difficult times for me. Thank you. I love you.

I hope to see you all in my other stories that are coming soon or the ones that I already have written. (I shall post an announcement when I post my next story, either as a post in my feed or as a chapter here). 

Now, to the chapter!

Cassiopeia Black knew far too well that there were traditions that had been dropped in her family, but there were other traditions that still lived and that she had to follow.

Going to Hogwarts was one of those traditions.

While her mother had not gone to Hogwarts from the very start, even she had done a year there, but her father and his whole family had gone to Hogwarts their whole school career. She knew that Hogwarts was supposed to be amazing, filled with magical creatures that she had not seen in Central London, but had read about, with teachers that would show her a whole new world that she had just imagined up to that point, even if she had grown up with a magical family.

But she didn't want to go.

There was an unbelievable amount of pressure on her shoulders, created by the expectations that everybody around her seemed to have – what House she would go? What classes would she like the most? How long before she got her first detention? What would be the reason of said detention? Besides that, going to Hogwarts would mean that she needed to be separated from her family. Going for months and months without her parents, without her little brother, without her uncles; that was not something that she was very excited about, after all she was just eleven years old and she had never gone more than a week away from her parents (usually in the summer, when she would visit Aunt Maria or Aunt Cynthia during the holidays for her parents to have their own holidays, which she and her brother, Perseus, would join soon after).

"I don't want to go," Cassiopeia whined, letting her father dry her tears.

They were in the music room of Grimmauld Place and her father was on his knees in front of her, hugging her and cleaning her face from tears.

"Why, baby?" he asked.

"Because Mum is sick," she said.

Regulus chuckled at that.

"Mum's not sick, she's just tired. She has been working for a lot of hours with Uncle Dylan and she's resting," he said. "Mum will have to take a break from the firm again, so she's trying to help Uncle Dylan to prepare things."

"Why will she have to take a break if she isn't sick?" Cassiopeia asked.

Regulus was pale, always had been, and his daughter's dark skin was a beautiful contrast against his while he got up, hand on her shoulder. He sat on the sofa, pulling her to his lap to talk to her.

"Mum is pregnant again," he told her. "In a few months, she'll have to stop working again. Do you remember when Mum stopped working for a bit to take care of Percy, Cassie?"