Father's Little Deatheater

Breaking point

BANG

"Asteria, Good your awake." Snape beams, sloping through the Slytherin common room. " I Was just about to go to bed, What's wrong." I mutter, before letting out a big yawn. "Come with me. Something has happened to Arthur Weasley. George want you there with him." He tells me. I quickly get up off the couch, throwing on my black dressing gown over my tank top and green pajama pants.

"Look at me." Harry's voice is heard echoing from Dumbledore's office, as we get to the door. "You wished to see me, Headmaster?" Snape says as we enter. I run to Georges side giving him a big hug, holding onto his arm. "Severus, I'm afraid we cant wait. Not even till the morning. Otherwise, we'll all be vulnerable." Dumbledore speaks. Snape nods, grabbing Harry by the arm, before dragging him out the door. "Atticus, remember what I taught you in your first year?" Dumbledore asks, looking at Atti. "Yes, sir." He nods. "Teach it to these lot, I fear you'll all need it within the coming years." He continues. "Yes, sir." Atti nods again. Dumbledore nods before gesturing us towards a book sitting on his desk. "Ready?" He asks. We all touch the book, my other hand holding George's tightly. With a whoosh were all in the dining room of Grimmald place.

***

"Ho, Ho, Ho Merry Christmas." A little Santa clause says flying around the room as were all gathered around the dining room table. "Here we go Daddy's back," Molly voice rings as she wheels a battered and bruised Arthur in a wheelchair towards the table. We all applaud with smiling faces, happy to have him home safe and sound. "Sit down, everybody, sit down." Molly ushers. "That's it. Now, presents." Molly beams grabbing presents, placing them in front of us. Ron receives a woolen jacket with a red 'R' imbedded on the front, in the biggest box. The twins get a matching scarf, they put it over their shoulders instantly. Hermione gets a knitted purple scarf. Molly passes me a small gift. I stare at my present, yet to open it. "Come on Astra. Open it," George pleads. "I don't deserve any presents." I whisper. "Don't be silly. Your apart of this family now whether you like it or not." Molly comes up behind me giving me a hug. "Thanks" I blubber. I rip open the red paper to see a green knitted beanie, with a red pompom on the top. "Thank you Molly, It's Lovely." I beam, before putting it on my head. George looks at me with the most loving looks he has ever had. He pours me a drink of butter beer, just in time for Arthur to make a toast. "To Mr. Harry Potter. Without whom I would not be here." "Harry" We all repeat, raising our glasses.

***

During the holidays, Atti gathers all us kids together in a room. "So, what is it that Dumbledore wanted you to teach us?" Ginny asks, breaking the silence.  "Occlumency" Atti says, looking over us sitting in front of him..  "What's that?" Ron asks in his usual dumbfounded voice.  "Occlumency is the act of magically closing the mind against intrusion by Legilimency." Hermione spoke, before I got the chance to explain.  "Calm down, Hermione. We're not getting house points for this one." Ron retorts.  I let out a small giggle. "Hermione's right though."  "But, why would Dumbledore want us to learn that?" Ginny asks.  "Because you're close to me." Harry spoke up from the doorway behind us.  "That's what Snape dragged me away for, when I had that nightmare." He looks at me Atti, as Atti nods back. "And since Harry has been a wonderful teacher for us so far, it's my turn to take the reigns." He says. "I could help too, Atti." I speaks up, raising my hand for some reason. "Snape taught me some Occlumency during Summer break."  Atti looks at me before nodding again. "We'll split into groups then." He says. "That makes this a little easier." Before I'm about to decide who I want to teach Atti takes, George, Ron and Alex, while I'm left with Hermione, Ginny and Fred. Harry said he would mingle between us two groups.

Atti takes his group upstairs, while we stay where we were. As soon as Atti leaves with his group I start pacing, wondering where to start. "Can I try first," Hermione asks, breaking me from my worries. "Sure. Get comfortable, this might be difficult. I didn't get it on my first try." I tell her. She nods as she sits up in the chair she's already sitting on. I will attempt to invade your mind, you will try to resist.