Mudblood on the Run

Epilogue~ Eleven Years Later

“Mummy?” Scabior’s voice called from his bedroom. I got up from my seat at the table and glided into his room.

“Yes, sweetheart?” I asked, sitting on his Quidditch themed bed.

“Anna said she listened to the baby. Can I listen, too?” He asked, already leaning towards my protruding stomach. I nodded, giving him permission. Scabior gently put his head on my stomach, left ear down. I was pregnant with my third child, Charlie’s second, though it would be the fourth child that I would raise. Scabior and I sat for almost ten minutes.

“Hey, Isabella? Can you come here for a moment?” Charlie’s voice called, from the kitchen. Scabior sat up, and I walked into the kitchen.

“Yeah, Charlie?” I asked him, as he stood behind a chair with his hands on the back of it, hunched over, looking troubled.

“Idona’s going to school next week and she’s going to wonder why they call Idona Melson instead of Weasley. We should probably talk to all three of them. Now.” Charlie reasoned. I nodded and turned to the hallway.

“Idona, Scabior, and Annabella? Daddy and I want to talk to you lot.” I called loudly, watching as Annabella’s bedroom door opened and she and Idona walked out, while Scabior walked out of his own room.

“Yeah, Mum?” Annabella asked. She was the youngest, being eight years old. She had Charlie’s red hair and blue eyes, but my freckles.

“Sit down. All three of you.” I told them, having Charlie wrap his arms around me from behind me. They sat down, Idona on the left, Scabior in the middle, and Annabella on the right. I slightly turned to Idona, but addressed all of them.

“Remember those stories I used to tell you, about the second wizard war, and the Muggle-born camps? Remember the girl who had a baby three days before she died?” I asked. They all nodded, but Idona more focused than the other two.

“That’s your real mum, Idona. I’m not your mum, and Charlie’s not your dad. Freya Melson and Jacob Downrite are your parents. Your real name is Idona Bella Melson. Your father’s in Azkaban for life. Your mum and I were best friends. When you’re a little bit older, I’ll give you more details as to how she died, but for right now, all you need to know is that the girl from the stories is your mother. Not me.” I told her. Idona looked hurt, and I could see tears swimming in her eyes. She looked at Charlie, whom she was very close to.

“You’re not my daddy?” She asked, holding back tears. I heard Charlie sigh.

“I’m sorry, Idee.” He said, shaking his head. A single tear slid down her cheek. She looked at me, with Freya’s eyes.

“And you’re not my mum?” She asked. I gave her a sad smile.

“No, sweetie. I’m not your mum.” I told her. She wiped her eyes.

“Can you tell me how she died, my real mum?” She asked with her eyes closed.

“I’m not entirely sure you’re ready to hear it. It’s a little much fo-“

“Tell me how she died!” She demanded. I looked at Charlie, and he nodded.

“I locked her in a cupboard to keep her safe, because she broke her leg and couldn’t walk, and the room the cupboard was in caught on fire. It’s my fault.” I told her, not giving her full details. She wiped her eyes again and didn’t say another word.

“It’s Scabior’s turn.” Charlie whispered in my ear, after a moment of nothing but Idona’s cries.

“Scabior..” I started. He looked at me with his father’s eyes, which were painful to look at, at this moment.

“You’re not my parents?” He guessed. Scabior was the spitting image of his father. Brown hair of the same shade, that I made sure to keep short, and the icy blue eyes. He just turned eleven, and will be in the same year as Idona.

“Not exactly. I’m your mum, but Charlie’s not your dad.” I told him. He nodded. He wasn’t as close to Charlie as he was to me.

“Do you remember the stories of the camps?” I asked him. He thought for a moment, then nodded. “Remember the man, who said he would protect me?”

“Is that my father?” Scabior asked excitedly. I nodded.

“His name was Scabior, too.”

“Does that mean I get his last name, too?” He asked, with a smile growing on his face. I nodded again.

“Well, what is it?” He asked.

“Pritchard.” I said smoothly.

“Pritchard… Pritchard…” He said, letting the name roll off his tongue a few times. “I like it.”

“That’s good. I’m glad you like it.” I told him with a small laugh.

“What about me, mum?” Annabella asked, from the far end of the couch.

“Charlie and I are your parents.” I told her. She smiled.

“I like you two as parents.” She said with a giggle. I laughed. Idona got up, and stormed out of the room, her brown hair flowing behind her. She sobbed all the way to her room, where she slammed the door, causing a picture frame to fall off the wall. I stopped it with magic before it hit the floor.

“I’ll go talk to her.” Charlie said, starting to walk to her room. I grabbed his arm.

“No. Give her five minutes, then go talk to her. He nodded. I turned back to the other kids.

“You two can go play outside, if you’d like.” I said. They both jumped up and ran outside, giggling all the way. Charlie pulled me into a bear hug.

“You did the right thing.” He said. I nodded.

“I know. It’s just hard to see her react like that. I think she’s more upset about you not being her father. She loves you so much, Charlie. She never calls you daddy unless she’s hurt.” I told him.

“I know. I like it when she calls me daddy though. It keeps her young.” He said with a chuckle. “Scabior seemed pretty pleased to have you as his real mother still.”

“Yeah. But he also ditched your last name pretty quickly.”

“Quicker than when you took it. Do you remember when I asked you to marry me?” Charlie said, putting his hand under my chin and kissing my nose. I smiled at the memory.

“I do remember.” I said. Charlie smiled too.

“Describe it to me. I like the way you describe things.”

“Well, we were at your parents’ house for New Year’s Eve, and as the countdown to midnight began you got down on one knee, took my hand and said ‘Isabella, you are my entire life. I love you more than you could ever comprehend. What do you say we start this New Year as more than boyfriend and girlfriend? Isabella, will you marry me?’ And I said yes. Then you picked me up, spun me around and kissed me as the clock struck midnight. I remember all your family cheering.” I said, smiling and laughing at the memory.

“I love you, Isabella.” Charlie murmured.

“I love you too, Charlie.” I said. Charlie then leaned down and kissed me.

The end.

~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*

Thank you so much! I cried so much when Scabior died, what about you? Well, anyway,I would like to ask, for those you who have a facebook, to take the time to go like my Harry Potter fan page, called Weasley's Army. Thank you for reading my story.

Comment!

Vote!

Fan!

~Alli