The next morning, around 10 o'clock, Pia woke up, grateful for a comfortable sleep after days of restless nights. She stretched luxuriously, her body feeling refreshed and rejuvenated. As she got off the bed, she noticed a pair of plush slippers already placed beneath it. Smiling at the thoughtfulness, she slipped them on and placed a gentle hand on her nonexistent bump.
"Good morning, little one," she whispered softly. She spoke to her baby about how she was going to protect them, love them, and cherish them. Pia promised to somehow get out of this war and give her child everything she couldn’t have growing up.
Kreacher suddenly popped into the room, looking healthier and happier than she had ever seen him. "Good morning, little mistress!" he greeted cheerfully, placing a tray of dry fruits and a glass of warm water on the table.
"Good morning, Kreacher," she replied warmly.
"Your grandmother has ordered that you eat these every morning. They are nutritious for you and the little one," he said. Pia nodded, appreciating the care.
"Your grandmother has ordered that you eat these every morning. They are nutritious for you and the little one," he said. Pia nodded, appreciating the care.
"Do you need anything, mistress?" Kreacher asked.
"Yes, I was wondering if you could find me my trunk. I need my clothes," Pia requested.
"Oh no, my lady, I had that rag thrown out on the orders of your grandmother."
"Why?" Pia asked, surprised.
"They do not befit your status! But I was going to bring some of Lady Narcissa's old clothes. They should fit you well. My mistress believes so," he said and popped away before she could protest.
Pia sighed and entered the luxurious shower. The marble tiles were warm underfoot, and the showerhead cascaded water like a gentle waterfall. As the warm water enveloped her, she let her thoughts wander. She thought about the baby, Cedric, and the Potters' belief that they only loved once. Her heart ached as she remembered Cedric, her first and only love, brutally taken from her. She had promised herself to never forget him, and now she carried his child, a bittersweet reminder of their love.
Her mind then drifted to the strange connection she had with Tom Riddle. The previous night's bizarre experience still puzzled her. How had she entered his mind space? What did it mean? She shivered, not from the cold but from the unsettling thought of being so close to him, feeling his magic intertwined with hers. It was confusing and disturbing, yet she couldn't deny the strange pull she felt.
Pia stepped out of the shower and found a set of clothes laid out by Kreacher. It was a beautiful green summer dress, elegant yet comfortable, made of the finest silk that shimmered like dew-kissed leaves. Alongside were a few pieces of delicate jewelry: a pair of emerald earrings, a silver bracelet, and a hairpin adorned with a single green gemstone. She dressed herself carefully, the dress fitting perfectly and making her feel more like herself.
She admired her reflection in the mirror, her auburn hair cascading in loose waves, and her emerald eyes sparkling with renewed determination. After a final glance in the mirror, she moved downstairs to greet her grandmother's portrait. The grand hallway echoed her footsteps, and she felt a sense of belonging she hadn't experienced in years. As she approached Walburga's portrait, she curtsied respectfully.

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GAMES OF FATES (H.P/T.M.R)
FanfictionCassopiea Victoria Potter, known as pia, returns from the graveyard shattered by Voldemort's return and Cedric Diggory's tragic death. As summer unfolds, an unexpected discovery rocks her world-she's pregnant. Her aunt Petunia, strict and unsympathe...