𝙑𝙄𝙍𝙄𝘿𝙄𝙏𝙔 ➞𝘏.𝘎

seventy seven

"Acceptance."

-ADHARA WAS MOPING IN HER BED FOR THE REST OF THE WEEK. She ignored the worry from her family, and would merely reply "I'm fine" when they would check up on her. Which was a bunch of times.

But she needed space. Space from everyone so she could gather her thoughts and feelings, and figure out what was causing the hurt deep, deep in her heart.

And after a week of trying to know, she finally found out why when her eyes stopped on the picture on her bedside table. A picture of Sirius and Cecilia. The locket was beside it. The locket that had the moving picture of the couple, which Adhara had taken off a while ago.

Adhara stood up slowly, taking the picture frame from her bedside table and holding it in her hands. She traced the glass in longing. For a moment, Adhara forgot how to breathe.

And that was how she realized that the hurt deep inside her heart, which caused everything to go downhill, was why her life started; her biological parents.

Adhara was many things if someone got to know her very, very personally. The hurt that she hid behind anger was obvious to those whom knew Adhara their whole life. The laughter that spilled out of her mouth when she tried to be serious was hard to see, but was often with those whom she loved. The bright, soft smile was the most beautiful thing about her physically. But mentally? Mentally, the most beautiful thing about Adhara was her heart.

Despite the pain she caused onto others and felt herself, Adhara never stopped loving. She never stopped loving her biological mother, her biological father, her dead bestfriend, Hermione, even.

That was the loveliest thing about her. But she never showed it, because to her, it seemed more a weakness than her strength. But it was time for Adhara to realize that love wasn't a weakness. It was what made someone strong.

It formed genuine friendships, relationships, laughter, and much more.

At the same time, it also formed the opposite.

But because Adhara always pushed the love she felt and those whom she loved away, she only went through the 'opposite' part. When she thought love was a weakness, she went the weaknesses that love caused.

   Maybe it was a cruel way for the universe to make Adhara strong. Strong enough to feel love. Strong enough to realize how much she craved love from those she loved.

   Maybe it was a way for the universe to make Adhara finally understand that the only thing she would gain from pushing love away, was losing.

   Losing everyone and everything, but most importantly, herself.

   So, Adhara snapped out of her sad state and stood up, the picture frame still in her hands as she sat down on the chair by the desk in her room. She pulled out a parchment from the drawer. Her hand hovered over the pen Hermione had gotten her years ago. She swallowed, throat thick with emotion, but took out the pen and took off the cap.

   Adhara took one last look at the picture frame before putting it down. Then, she started writing.

'Dear, Sirius,
   How are you, dad? I hope you and Remus are well. I've taken a while to think, which I apologize for. I know you have been worrying this whole time, but I needed to get my thoughts together before I decided whether I should completely push you all away or fully accept you all in my life. Doing both at the same time made me go crazy for a while.
   However, I've finally came to a decision. Maybe calling you 'dad' in that first sentence was a giveaway, but I've decided to spend the last few weeks that are now left of summer, with you and the others in Potter-Black manor, if that's fine with you all.
   I want nothing more than to spend quality time together, in peace, with no problems and no hard feelings. And I believe I am ready for that.
   I will wait for your reply.
   With love,
   Adhara Black-Malfoy.'

   Adhara reread the letter she had just written a couple of times, making sure there was no spelling mistake. She stood up and opened the cage her owl was in, wincing at the owl's hoot. "Give it to Sirius Black," she instructed the owl as she tied the letter to its foot.

   She watched as the said owl flew away with the letter, into the sky. There was no going back now.

   Adhara could only hope she made the right decision.

   But as she looked back at the picture frame on top of her desk and picked it up, she knew she made the right decision. She could feel it in her heart.

   "Do not disappoint me again, dad." Adhara whispered to the picture frame, her eyes focused on the figure of young Sirius Black.

   All Adhara could do at that moment was wait for a letter back from him.