[Previously titled "Cawing of the Crow"]
To cross paths with a crow symbolized the beginning of change.
On the night that young, Roderick Lestrange was born, a murder of crows appeared outside his home. It was the beginning of the change that would...
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The only thing that Elizabeth wanted for her family was for all of them to be happy. After what felt like forever of being forced into difficult situations and having to suffer the negative consequences due to the actions of others, she simply wanted to move on from that. While she had suffered greatly with Roderick's absence, she knew that it was Zakari and Roderick that really missed out on so many experiences together as father and son. There were eleven years of absolutely no bonding between them, leaving Roderick to feel inadequate as a father when in reality, the sacrifices he had made were for his family.
Elizabeth decided to come up with a plan, at least so that Roderick could see Zakari outside of photographs. However, Roderick was rather hesitant about it all, the worry and concern evident on his face.
"Do you think that's a good idea, Beth?" he questioned as the two of them rested together on the sofa. "I don't know-"
"Honestly, it's the best I could come up with, Roderick," she admitted, "You don't want to cause any alarm, but they can't pinpoint every crow to be you. It's just so you can see him, the first time he actually meets you, it should be here."
It was agreed that Roderick and Zakari would meet properly face to face when he arrived home during the Christmas holidays, but it would be a long time until then. She couldn't deny Roderick not being able to see Zakari until then.
"He's going to hate me," Roderick said, rubbing his face and turning to look out the window. "I haven't been here for the boy at all for his upbringing, he's just going to flat out hate me. Not that I blame him, I would hate me too."
Propping herself up and scooting closer to him, Elizabeth made her way into Roderick's lap so that he had to face her. As he continued to look out the window with a guilty expression, she reached out her hand and gently guided his head back so that they were making eye contact again.
"Zakari is not going to hate you," she said softly, " when you meet him, you'll see that it's probably impossible for him to be capable of hate."
There was a faint smile that finally appeared on Roderick's face. "He must get that from you then."
"Oh no, I'm fully capable of hate," Elizabeth argued, "I just couldn't bring myself to hate you...ever. We've been through so much together. And I don't think Zakari would ever hate you, he's always asked about you growing up. I wanted to tell him all the good things about you. I wanted to share every happy memory we share...well...not all of them. That would be inappropriate.
Roderick chuckled as he leant the side of his face into her hand, listening as she rambled on a bit longer.
"But, I knew if I told him the good, I would have to tell him the bad and I wasn't sure how he was going to handle that as a boy. He's smart but the world has been so cruel to him already at such a young age."
"What do you mean?"
"You should see how others look at him, " she growled, " when they discover they can't hear, it's almost like he's not a person anymore. The parents stare and the children avoid him...it's horrible. If it were possible I would have placed a hex on all of them. It was one of the many reasons I didn't want him to go to Hogwarts in the first place. He has all these ambitions and Garrick and I have been telling him that he can do them. But I'm waiting for those people to show up and tell him that he can't."
