GAMES OF FATES (H.P/T.M.R)

call to the peaks

Cassopiea jolted awake, gasping for air as if the weight of the astral projection still clung to her chest. Her heart pounded wildly, and it felt like invisible hands were tightening around her throat, choking her with every breath. The room seemed to close in on her, the walls pressing in, suffocating her. Panic surged through her veins, and the only thought that echoed in her mind was that she needed to run—escape from the overwhelming despair that threatened to consume her.

Sirius, ever vigilant, found her lying on her bed, her eyes staring vacantly at the ceiling, her body tense and trembling. The sight of his beloved goddaughter in such a state of distress made his heart ache. He sat beside her, gently brushing a strand of hair from her damp forehead. His touch was tender, filled with the kind of love and care only a father figure could provide.

“What happened, Bambi?” he asked softly, his voice laced with concern.

Cassopiea’s lips parted, but the words seemed to stick in her throat. When she finally spoke, her voice was a fragile whisper, barely holding together the shards of her broken spirit. “I can’t stay here.”

Sirius’s brow furrowed in confusion, though his hands remained steady as he gently lifted her to a sitting position, propping her up against the pillows. He could feel her trembling beneath his touch, her breath shallow and uneven.

“What do you mean, Cass?” he asked, his voice a careful mix of concern and curiosity, trying to understand the depth of her pain.

She looked at him then, her eyes wide and filled with a mixture of fear and desperation, on the brink of an emotional breakdown. “I have to leave, Dad,” she choked out, the words trembling on her lips. “I can’t stay here.”

Sirius’s heart clenched at the sight of her distress, and he instinctively cupped her face in his hands, his thumbs brushing away the tears that had begun to spill down her cheeks. “What is wrong, my little star?” he asked, his voice tender yet firm, trying to anchor her in the midst of her storm.

Cassopiea’s breath hitched as she tried to steady herself, her mind racing with the unbearable memories and the suffocating grief that had taken root in her heart. “D—ad,” she stammered, her voice breaking as the tears began to flow more freely. “I can’t stay here because if I do, either these memories will be the death of me or I will murder everyone... and I can’t afford to do either, cause I have another to think about... so I need to leave... please.”

Her hand moved to her slightly growing belly, her trembling fingers brushing against the gentle curve that was her child, Cedric’s child, the last piece of him she had left. Her voice, though soft, was filled with a raw urgency, a desperation that spoke of the deep internal battle she was fighting. Her gaze, pleading and desperate, locked onto Sirius’s, silently begging him to understand the gravity of her situation.

Sirius’s breath caught in his throat as he looked at her, truly seeing the depth of her pain for the first time. He placed his hand over hers, feeling the warmth of the life growing within her, a life that needed protecting, a life that she was willing to do anything to save. His heart ached for her, for everything she had lost, and for the burden she now carried.

“Okay, sweetheart,” Sirius whispered, his voice filled with a quiet determination. “I’ll work something out... and if leaving is what you want, then we will leave immediately.”

He pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly as she broke down in his embrace. Her sobs were loud and heart-wrenching, her body shaking with the force of her grief. Sirius held her close, his own heart breaking for the pain she was enduring, but determined to be her rock, to be the support she so desperately needed.