a fam's story
"Two ordinary children. What could a Hufflepuff and a Ravenclaw possibly achieve? Even they were unaware, but it was destined from the very day they were born that their monotonous lives would change forever on this day..."
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On a cool summer evening at Selwyn Manor, the arrival of the family's final members seemed to cast a chill over the gathering, and all conversations ceased, replaced by the sound of an engine humming in the night's silence.
Mr. Moon took one last look at the ruins before him and smiled at his daughter. "You've always loved meals. I'm sure everything will be fine." Sharon forced a smile, but it was solely for her father's sake; she was far from being in a smiling mood. Her mother's family were purebloods, and her mother had married a Muggle. For years, her family hadn't spoken to her mother, with Sharon's favorite aunt being the only one who maintained contact. Though not frequent, she would visit occasionally, let her children play with their cousins, and chat a bit with her sister. Sharon's mother, Mrs. Moon, had never truly been happy. At first, she was happy to marry the man she loved, but over time, she began to miss her family. Even when she had two children, her family did not visit or speak to her.
As the children grew, they started asking their mother about their grandmother and aunts. When Sharon was five, she insisted on visiting her aunts, and her mother could no longer bear it. After putting her children to bed - or so she thought - she inflicted the Cruciatus Curse on herself repeatedly. Frightened by their mother's screams, the children ran to her. Her wand lay on the floor, and she was unconscious. The older sibling, Brice, quickly ran to the phone to call their father. He didn't come, but others did. The Ministry of Magic, suspecting the repeated use of the same curse, had surrounded the house. The poor children were terrified, but a few minutes later, Aurors entered the house and alerted St. Mungo's immediately.
Sharon and Brice never forgot that day. How could they? When their mother lost her memory, the family's arrival with joy, taking their mother away, and Brice's anger at his father's absence led him to stay with their mother and her family...
Their father blamed himself for a long time. Sharon found those times challenging, but they got through it together, always supporting each other. Sharon understood her mother; it must have been tough for her, but she couldn't accept her desire to leave and forget her children. Why had these memories come to her suddenly? What was the point? "It's always in your mind, vivid at every corner," said the voice in her head. Sharon silenced it, bade her father goodbye, and got out of the car. "What an evening," she thought to herself as she gathered herself and headed towards the door. As expected, the door opened immediately, and an elderly house-elf, similar to her aunt's but older, greeted her with a hint of disdain on its face and in its voice. "Miss Moon, welcome," it said. Knowing the reason for its contempt, she didn't bother to reply and walked inside. She passed through a large, overly bright, and crowded entrance. The places she passed were beautiful, even very beautiful, but they didn't appeal to her. Perhaps it was because of those inside, perhaps because of the excess of money, or perhaps for reasons she hesitated to admit even to herself. After a longer-than-expected walk, she found herself at the door of the dining hall. She composed herself and entered with confidence, greeted by undoubtedly disdainful expressions from everyone inside. Contrary to the others, her aunt, Uncle James, and her two favorite cousins looked at her with surprise and curiosity. She tried to smile reassuringly, and the small sign of relief on her aunt's face indicated she had succeeded. Another astonished look she noticed came from her mother, formerly known as Cara Babs Moon, the very reason she was here. She didn't even want to acknowledge her mother's new surname.
Next to her, Brice looked at her with a mixture of disdain and hatred. Once her brother, now one of the people she despised most in the world, her grandmother's gaze was different from everyone else's, though its exact nature was unclear. After what felt like an eternity of this gaze, her grandmother spoke, "Your place is next to me," in a harsh, deep, and disdainful voice she hadn't heard in a long time and wished not to hear for a longer time. She complied because she had promised her father not to cause trouble or, at least, to try her best not to.
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Authors:
- Padfoot 🌌♥ - Prongs 💜👌
This was the introductory chapter. It was a bit short, but we think it wasn't too bad. What do you think?
