Unforgettable

2015

*The Ministry of Magic: The Ministry Of Magic-more of their somgs can be found on YouTube, go check them out-play during last part*
Setting: January 2015; tree house in forbidden forest, Jemima's POV...

     It just keeps getting worse and worse, I've started using a mobility spell as well as the false appearance charm-so as to not worry Scorpius. He's eight now, growing so handsome and smart...and so fast-he's gonna be a wizard some day, I just know he will...my only regret is that I won't get to see it or his children. With that as my only regret I am unable to fix, I know I still have one more thing I need to do for him-as well as my family. I let myself slip into the state of correction, and wait in the clean, white, empty train station once more...

"Jemima-"

"Professor Dumbledore," I greet him

"What reason have you come this time?" He asks me, "you wish to call back another?"

"Not this time," I admit, "I wish-"

"Yes?" He asks me with a small warm smile as I stop short

"I wish," I start again letting out a deep breath, "I wish to insure no future generations are plagued with 'gifts' such as correction, Parselmouth, tracking, and others thing alike-"

"..." Dumbledore eyes need carefully, "the gift Lacerta bestowed unto the founders wouldn't have made a difference in the path Salazar Slytherin chose to go down-it aided him," he tells me, "but it is not what swayed him to the darkness-his own choices did that."

"..." I give him a frustrated look

"Only Lacerta or a decent of her with her abilities can revoke the gift she gave," he tells me, "the last known parseltongue can understand them, but not speak with them-her name is Rionach Steward, and if she's still, she'll be working at our sister school in America: Ilvermorny..."

"And if she isn't?" I ask him

"She never married," he tells me

"She's an ancestor of Tom Riddle," I remind him

"Indeed," he replies simply, "but she never married...her adopt brother Webster Boots however-"

"Married and his lines were blessed with male descendants down to this current day," I explain my throughly amateur researched knowledge of  ancestry, "with Terry Boots, but none of the Boots are directly connected to Lacerta and her descendants and therefore don't have the abilities to bestow gifts-"

"Yes..." he says in thought, "I suppose you could you could always seek out your aunt Jiba and-make word with Aquila at no cost to the rest of the time you have left-"

"Is there a chance any of the descendants of Cadmus and Aquila are still alive," I ask him

"voldemort killed the Riddles," he reminds me, "Morfin offed himself and Marvolo died in Azkaban while Merope died in the orphanage-it's unlikely you'll find any descendants other than Enid..."

"And she doesn't posses that gift," I sigh out

"Are you sure about that?" He asks me, "or perhaps there's a descendant in the Nobel and most ancient house of Black-"

"But there're a great deal of descendants in the house of Black," I retort, "by way of Malfoy, LeStrange-"

"I don't believe either of the LeStrange boys had children," he cuts me off