Dark Beauty /Sirius Black/ [2]

Dark Beauty - 28.

Chapter 28

February 3rd. 1979.

She hadn't left her home - or her bedroom - for a full month. It was too unbearable to even get up...to get dressed, to leave. She was in pain, the physical pain not so much but it had set in that Alfie was gone, her baby was gone, and she couldn't bear it.

It was official that Mila was theirs now, too, and it was the one thing she left her bedroom for - venturing downstairs to sign the paperwork needed to take on the role as the caregiver for the little girl, the girl who had no idea her parents were gone...never to come back again.

A funeral had been held the day after, just a day before Adria went into hiding and she cried and grieved so much that she felt drained afterwards, unable to contain her sobs and finally she hid in her room.

Mila was joining her that day, lying next to her just staring at the girl as she was dressed in the small baby grow. She was a tiny baby - speaking in mumbled sentences but she cried in the night for her parents...wishing for them to return to her and the fact that they didn't was simply too heartbreaking for Adria to bear.

"You know..." Adria whispered quietly, she talked to Mila, it was the only thing she felt was less draining and she knew Jude missed her, so did Sirius but whenever she heard the boy talking of her, Sirius would say that she needed a bit of time.

He had always been so strong for her, there for her and was the one with the mask of an alright man over his mourning. He hid his grieving behind a wall so that it was as though he was okay, so he could pretend to be alright for Jude, too.

He had lost his child, too, and every thought of it broke him into a million pieces.

It didn't matter to him that they were young - that child would have been loved by so many...grown up in a world going to hell but it didn't matter because it would have been shielded from that by parents who loved them with everything they had.

"Your daddy was always so grumpy," Adria whispered, moving the brown curls similar to her own out of the girl's face, and forcing a smile for her wide eyes of wonder, "and your mother was simply the exact opposite. She was such a happy woman, your mother, always smiling - always cheery. I wonder if you'll take after her...you certainly look like her."

Mila giggled, and the smile on Adria's face wasn't as forced as before at the sound, "I remember meeting you. That first day in the hospital...I remember how frantic your grandfather was, and your brother too.

Oh, Merlin, you were so small...so precious and everyone just adored you as soon as they laid eyes on you." Adria shook her head. The most painful thing she saw was the bump of her stomach going down with the lack of her child, her child wasn't there anymore...gone - not even truly formed yet, and removed to save Adria from such harsh pain, and every thought of it sent her into another state of mourning.

She placed Mila on her stomach, legs up so that she rested on them and took her small hand, "I suppose you'll be joining Jude in nursery soon," she whispered, tucking the long hair of the young girl behind her ears, "I'm not sure, though. I'm not sure I can really go back to the bakery."

Mila's head tilted. Adria knew that the young girl had no idea what she was really talking about, but she needed to talk to someone, she just couldn't handle the thought of leaving her room long enough to talk to someone who could reply.

Mila listened, though, regardless of really knowing what she said.

"I mean...I could bake cakes here, right?" she sighed, "it could be a distraction, though. I was leaving soon...for...the pregnancy. I could still leave - maybe not for good, but for a while."