It had been a successful week at the shop. Wizards old and young were coming into the shop and buying loads. Most had gone back to Hogwarts for school, but a few younger children came in with their parents. My favourite part was seeing the dads come in, wanting to prank their wives or children. George talked their ears off, telling them everything that they wanted to know. He gave them advice and showed them the best product to use, ones that were kid safe and weren't too much for a simple prank (unless they wanted to go that far). I was glad that so many had found a safe space in Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes. After everything that had happened a few months ago with Voldemort coming to light, death eaters had taken over the Diagon Alley. They had attacked many of the stores and the once bright and joyous place was now dark and gloomy, resembling Knockturn Alley. Fred and George's shop was the only thing bringing any semblance of joy. It helped that business was good too. The store was not only successful, but it also just provided laughter to those who needed the laughs. Me included.
"Mirabella, my sweet angel." I looked up, seeing a woman with white-blonde hair that looked like mine - my mum. "Please go tell your father that dinner is ready." I nodded as I ran through the house, hearing laughter come from the living room.
"Dad!" I ran into the room, seeing both my father and two younger children. One looked to be around 13 years old (a girl) and the other looked to be around 10 (a boy). They looked like me, not exactly like me but enough that I could tell that we were related. "Carina, Felis. Dinner. Mom needs you to wash your hands." I told them, folding my arms across my chest. The two kids ran out of the room, racing to see who could get to the bathroom first. "Dad, you promised we would practice quidditch before I went back to school." I saw my dad stand up from the ground. He had a full beard, one that was groomed to perfection and his hair was long and curly. Just how I remembered it.
"And we will, dear." He kissed the top of my head as he walked out of the room. I followed him with a huff.
"I'm going back in two days!" I groaned as he kissed my mother's cheek.
"You promised her, Sirius. After dinner you'll practice. I wouldn't want my girl to go into her 7th year behind. Those boys play rough. I want her to play rougher." She sent me a wink as she finished setting the table. My dad leaned against the kitchen counter.
"Fine, fine. I will." Carina and Felis raced back into the kitchen, Carina sitting down first.
"Haha I win. Loser!" Felis looked like he was about to cry but he folded his arms across his chest and sent her a smirk.
"I'm not the one with pink hands." He laughed and we all looked at her hands, which had turned bright pink! Mum tried to contain her laughter, but she choked one out, shaking her head. Dad leaned over and kissed my sister's head.
"Don't worry. I'll teach you how to dye his hair." My sister smirked, folding her arms across her chest. We looked like a family. We acted like a family. To me, it was perfect. There was a knock on the door.
"I forgot to tell you," the door opened revealing Bellatrix and I dropped my plate to the ground. "Aunt Bella is coming over!" She hugged us all, pinching Felis' cheeks, sitting next to my father, her cousin. I felt uneasy, unnerved by her sudden appearance and I wasn't sure why.
"I forgot dessert! Silly me." Bellatrix laughed, cackling as I remembered it so well. "We won't be needing it anyways, I suppose." She pulled her wand out and in a flash, she pointed it at my siblings. "Avada Kedavra!" They fell to the floor and I heard my mother scream. Belltrix pointed the wand at her next and before I could say or do anything, my mother's dead body was draped across the dinner table. "Sirius, dear cousin." She ran a hand across his shoulders, pointing her wand at his head. She looked right at me. "Avada Kedavra." And soon his limp body was laying next to my mothers. "I KILLED SIRIUS BLACK. I KILLED SIRIUS BLACK. I KILLED SIRIUS BLACK!"
Sweat dripped down my hairline and I gasped for breath as I sat up in our bed, shoving the heavy covers off hastily. I pressed my hand to my mouth to hold in the sob that was forming in my chest as I stared at the wall across from our bed. I searched frantically around the room for any sign of her, but she wasn't there. I knew she wasn't there. George stirred in his sleep, waking up once he felt me slip out of bed. "Mira?" I shook my head. I could feel my entire body shaking.
"Go back to sleep, Georgie. I just need some water." I walked out of the bedroom, but I heard him get out of bed as well. I could feel the tears start to fall down my cheek before I reached the kitchen sink.
"What's wrong?" He finally caught up to me, running his hand through his hair. Any other night, I would have found him to be extremely attractive with his striped pajama pants and a lack of a shirt. I would've led him right back to the bedroom. But not tonight. When he took a good look at my face, his tiredness seemed to fade away as he wrapped his arms around me. "Another nightmare?" He asked, even though we both knew the answer. "Do you want me to put the kettle on?" But I just shook my head. I didn't want to keep him up any longer and I didn't need tea to keep myself awake. "Do you want to talk about it?" It was the first nightmare of its kind. I had never dreamed up siblings before. It wasn't that I didn't want to talk to him about it and share what was going on in my head, I just didn't know how and it was late at night and I felt bad for waking him up.
"Carina and Felis. Apparently my subconscious gave my siblings names." George and I sat down on the couch and I let my legs rest on top of his. I leaned back against the couch, letting him rub my legs up and down. "I had this perfect family and even my mum was there. But then Bellatrix killed them all. Right in front of me and I didn't do anything. I just sat there and watched. Even in my nightmares I don't stop her." I shook my head. "And those words. All I hear are those words over and over again. The way her voice is so excited about killing him. I can't even remember if I screamed when she killed him. I just remember chasing after her, wanting to be the one that avenged my father, wanting to be the one to kill her." I hid my face in my hands as I let the tears fall. George pulled me closer to him, letting me cry into his shoulder. He hummed and pressed a kiss on my forehead. I reached out and hugged him tightly around the chest, then put one leg over his, pinning him completely to the couch. He just chuckled.
"Let's get you back to bed, love." I nodded as he easily carried me back into our bed, kissing me softly once we were both lying there. I felt more relaxed immediately. I breathed in his smell, which always reminded me of fireworks, and listened to his heartbeat under my ear. He started shifting a little, turning to his side and pulling me closer to him, resting his arm around my waist. I danced my fingers across his bare back, enjoying the goosebumps that rose before pressing soft kisses to the numerous freckles that littered his chest."I'm always right here for you. We'll get through this. Together." I nodded as my eyes shut, the crying making it easier to feel tired.
"I love you." I peered up at George, his sad smile morphing into something more familiar, something sweet.
"I love you too." He whispered, dipping his head to press a chaste, but loving, peck to my lips. As he made to pull away, my hands skated up to grip his shoulder and I tugged him closer, not satisfied with a peck, wanting nothing more than for him to distract me with kisses. He chuckled against my lips, his arms pulling me closer as he gladly obliged my silent request. I pulled away from the kiss, brushing his ginger hair out of his face with a small smile.
"Thank you." I whispered, kissing George's cheek as I nuzzled my head into his chest.
"For what?" He asked, dipping down to kiss the top of my head.
"For everything. For just being you." I could feel George smile against my skin and he kissed my shoulder. George lay back down beside me, gathering me back in his arms. We stared at each other in the moonlight, soft tired smiles dancing on our lips. Finally, I felt my eyelids growing heavier, sleep, once again, creeping up on me. I was nervous to try and fall asleep again, not wanting to have another nightmare.
"Go to sleep love, I'm here." George whispered as he pulled me close, wrapping his arms around me. And soon, both George and I had drifted off back to sleep, not a nightmare in sight.
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Daughter of Black
FanfictionShe was named after both her parents. On her father's side of the family, it was tradition that they were named after stars - Mira. Her mother's name was Arabella so her father gave her part of her mother's name as well. He wanted part of both of th...
