Like Real People Do (R.A.B)

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~ Through Her Eyes

Cleome sat on a velvet maroon-colored couch in the largest home she had ever seen. She had no idea where she was, but from the picture frames that hung along the walls, she discovered she was in the home of the kind-eyed wizard who had killed Angur.

In the room across from where she sat the door was closed, but did little to quiet the hurried whispers passed between the three people within. Unbeknownst to Cleome, Monty had done an identification spell of his own making and a bit of legimancy on her. Though she knew her name, her shock, and pure fear had driven her into a catatonic mute state, and the older wizard needed answers. Which has led to the situation he is in now.

Euphemia Potter, Fleamont, and their most trusted friend Alastor Moody stood in the kitchen in a whispering match. Monty was being protective of the girl, and Alastor did not like this. Poor Mia had no idea what was going on and was just confused but ready to help a child in need nonetheless.

"That girl shares HIS blood!" Alastor said in a harsh whisper, his finger pointing towards the door that Cleome was behind.

Across from him, Monty stood sweaty and trembling. He fiddled with the glasses that he had taken off his face and his wife looked at him worriedly.

"You can not take her in Monty, you saw what she did. She belongs in Azkaban, who knows what she will become!"

At this Euphemia Potter stood up a little taller and drew her eyebrows together in an unimpressed look. The older lady had no idea who this girl was, or what she had done. But she had looked into her eyes, and when she did she saw a scared child.

"Now, Alastor that is a child. A traumatized child at that, if Monty thinks its safest to keep her in our home then that is what we will do." Euphemia said in a stern voice, leaving little room for opposition.

Alastor looked at her angrily but knew better than to disagree with his friend. When it came to helping children, Mia would become dangerous.

Monty let out an exasperated sigh, pressed his back to the wall behind him, and slowly slid to sit on the floor. His hands were still trembling and a thin line of sweat appeared in the crease of his forehead.

Mia pulled away from her staring match with Alastor and looked at her husband worriedly. "What's wrong Honey?" She said and sat down to sit beside him.

Tears sprung in his eyes and Euphemia gently wiped them away with the pad of her thumb. "That girl, I performed legimens on her. She has never had a life, all she knows is pain. The things that she's gone through- what people have done to her-" Monty's voice gave out in a silent sob.

Alastor and Mia shared a worried look. Monty hardly ever cries.

The three sat in silence, the only sound being the quiet sniffles that escaped the Potter Lord. Monty and Mia had already taken in their son's best friend. The lively Sirius Black. They watched as their gentleness healed deep wounds inside of him, and nothing in life could feel more fulfilling than that. Healing a child with their love.

"What's the girl's name?" Mia asked suddenly breaking the silence. It was a question she had been waiting patiently to ask.

Alastor looked towards Monty and tension filled the air once again. The younger wizard nodded towards his friend and Monty looked hesitantly towards his wife.

"Cleome Kendra Grindelwald," he said, voice barely above a whisper.

His wife couldn't control the gasp that escaped her as her eyes grew wide. Any color that had been present in her cheeks had vanished, and she now looked sickly.