Marilyn Bradford and the Inheritance

Meet Marilyn

I stepped out of the fireplace and small traces of green dust were on my hair and clothes. The young girl I was currently balancing on my hip was giggling and I heard someone's high heels clicking on the cold stone floor. I was back in my parents for the first time in almost two years. It was also the first time that I had been this terrified in almost two years.

"Marilyn," I heard my mother say as she walked into the small foyer that was rarely inhabited, "It's nice to see you in my home again."

I looked up to see my mother Nicole, my dad Zachary, and my twin sister Ashley standing by the archway of the sitting room. The three of them had their eyes focused on the ten month old girl I held close to my body.

"Is that her?" my sister asked, slowly inching her way closer to me.

I nodded my head and Ashley walked towards me and took the child from my arms, holding her carefully.

"Hi sweetie," Ashley began, "I'm your auntie.

My daughter shook her head and her auburn hair went flying round her round face.

"No," she began, "Ginny!"

"She must think the Weasley girl is her only aunt." I heard my father said in disgust.

I took Sierra from my sister's arms and narrowed my eyes at my father.

"If the only reason you invited me here was to make fun of the people that have taken care of me and Sierra for the last year and a half, please let me know now so I can take my leave." I said, glaring at him all the while.

"No!" my mother exclaimed abruptly, "Why don't we all take a seat, I'm sure Abby can whip up something for us to snack on."

We did as my mother offered and when Abby popped up, I watched as the three people around me told them what they wanted. Abby soon stood in front of me.

"Abby has missed Mistress Bradford very much. What can Abby get Mistress Bradford?" the small house elf asked me.

"I'm fine, thank you, Abby." I said.

With a pop, Abby was gone and my father raised an eyebrow at me.

"Is there any particular reason as to why you don't want anything?" he asked.

"I've just grown uncomfortable with the idea of house elf tending to my every need." I answered.

"Ah yes, the Weasley's do not have house elves. I'll admit, I don't know how comfortable I am at the fact that my heir to half of my fortune living with such filth."

"Did you forget that the filth you are talking about is the family that has not only chosen out of the goodness of their heart to take me in, but they are the family of the father of my child."

"How is he?" my sister asked making everyone look at her in confusion, "Ron, I mean."

"He's good, he wasn't really comfortable with me coming here since my darling father kicked me out, but he's good." I answered.

"At least he's a pureblood." my father muttered under his breath.

"Can you please tell me why you owled me and asked if Sierra and I can come over?" I asked.

"Well, your mother wanted to meet her granddaughter seeing as we will most likely not be receiving any children from your sister considering she has recently decided that she's a lesbian," he began making my head snap to my twin sister and making me frown when I saw her head was down and she was wiping tears from her blue eyes that were the same shade as my own, "We also wanted to tell you that you will soon be coming into your inheritance."

"Oh yay," I said coldly as Sierra left my grasp and went over to where my mother sat, "You're going to finally do something good for the world and die?"

"While I'm sure you'd love that very much, I'm referring to your Veela genes that you inherited from me. I understand it is Christmas break, but your birthday is December thirtieth and that is the day after tomorrow. So, tomorrow at midnight, you will begin to come in to your inheritance and it will be a painful, gruesome experience."

"Well, what do you suggest I do?" I asked him, glancing over at where Sierra sat with my mother.

"Sierra will not have the Veela gene, she was born before you came into your inheritance so it can't be passed down to her, but if you have any other children they'll possess the gene." he said, answering my silent question.

"What if they're a boy?" I asked him, knowing that girls were the most common Veela's.

"Well, that all depends. Since I have younger sisters, they became Veela while I only have the gene to pass it down to my children but if I was an only child I would be a full Veela."

"I suggest you come to stay here for a few days until you have completed the transformation. You should also head back to school," my mother said, pulling the focus towards her, "you would probably have a better chance at finding your mate if you haven't done so yet."

"My mate?" I asked in disbelief, "Wouldn't Ron be my mate? We already have a daughter together."

"If Ron was definitely your mate, you would have come into your inheritance an hour or two after the first time you had...relations with each other. He may be your mate, or there may be someone else out there that you haven't met yet."

"I guess I should go back to school anyway, set a good example for Sierra," I began before looking towards to fireplace to glance at the large grandfather clock and I felt my eyes widen when I saw how much time had passed since I left the Weasley household, "I think Sierra and I should start to head back."

My parents each nodded their heads and my mother stood up and brought Sierra over to me. I stood up once the child was in my arms and made my way over to the fireplace, grabbing a handful of the bright green floo powder in my hand before throwing it on the floor as I stated my destination.

"It's me!" I called happily, waiting for everyone to run to where Sierra and I were standing.

I stepped forward and smiled at the familiar surroundings before placing Sierra on the floor, watching her stumble over to where her toys sat on the floor.

I heard footsteps coming down the stairs and I turned to see Ron coming down the stairs with a smile on his face.

"Daddy!" Sierra exclaimed, running over to him and giggling happily when he picked her up.

He spun around with her in his arms and her green eyes lit up in excitement.

"Hi love." he said happily when he stopped spinning around, placing a kiss on my lips that I eagerly returned.

Sierra giggled from her position in her father's arms and my eyes lit up at the sight of my daughter's happy face. I followed Ron to the comfortable couch and sat down next to him with our daughter in between us.

"How did everything go at your parents' house? Does your father still hate me for ruining the heir to half of their marvelous fortune?" he asked me, allowing our daughter to play with some of the pieces of his red hair.

"Well, my mother just wanted to see Sierra and same goes for my sister." I began, only for him to interrupt me.

"How is Ashley, by the way? I was always fond of her. She's the only one in your family that ever liked me." he said.

"She's good. It was a shock to find out she was a lesbian, however." I said, making his jaw drop open, "That's not even the most surprising thing that has happened tonight."

I watched as Ron bit his lip, worried about what I would say.

"Please don't tell me you're pregnant again." he said.

"Oh God no," I began with a laugh, "But it is pretty surprising nonetheless."

"What is it?" he asked me and he placed the squirming Sierra on the floor and watched her run off to the kitchen in search of her grandmother.

"Where's Molly?" I asked him at an attempt to prolong the news.

Ron opened his mouth to answer me but was interrupted when his whole family minus Percy, Charlie, Bill and Fleur, came bolting down the stairs once they noticed I had finally flooed back here from my parents' home in Ireland. Ginny was the first to pick up Sierra and I smiled a bit when everyone else groaned at the fact that they were not fast enough. Ron wrapped and arm around my shoulder and I snuggled into him slightly as everyone found comfortable seats in the living room.

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