𝐆𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆 ━ g. weasley & h. potter

𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍

DESCENDED TIME AND TIME AGAIN

"Pieced together like brick and mortar, we crafted this life,"

Hogwarts. The esteemed school of Witchcraft and Wizardry that was a temporary home to those who were outcast by the public. There was always something bittersweet about the truth of it all. How someone would be welcomed with open arms within these walls only to succumb to separation into an entirely new family that would then decide each relationship that you establish. Each person that entered these corridors would turn a blind eye to the evil and burning hatred that bloomed in each nook and cranny. How with each dismissal or battering of those with different blood each year something grew in everyone's chest. For some, it was regret. For others, it was the knowledge that if no one would say a peep - they could get away with it. With that knowledge, hatred only grew.

Some were scared to say his name. The Dark Lord's that is. It was frequently thrown around in the Bernard home, especially during Cordelia's youth. Voldemort. Her own mother being a Muggleborn witch at the time of his reign, she had heard countless tales of the hatred that took place in the Wizarding World. Even more what had been catalyzed in the walls of a place she was now meant to call home. If it weren't for her mother, her father wouldn't have withdrawn himself from this spiral of resentment. The two had met in their final year of Hogwarts, her father a Slytherin - Sebastian Avery. Her mother in Ravenclaw - Anastacia Beauregard.

Out of fear due to the growing hostility towards Muggleborns, Sebastian kept the truth of their romance out of the public eye. Their affections closed within the walls of the Room of Requirement during late nights only to be taken to the edges of the Forbidden Forest. Stolen kisses in bathroom stalls and sneaking out late to whisper sweet nothings as if they were confessing sins. As their love grew, Sebastian's contempt dissolved. To him, there was no way to pull himself away from what he had agreed to. The mark given to him by The Dark Lord, himself, christened his forearm was a reminder that he had committed. Anastacia would disagree - push him to do what was right. How would he be able to explain to his Blood Purist family that he, a Death Eater, had fallen in love with a Muggleborn girl from France.

The decision was not one he was able to make alone, nor on his own time. At the peak of the war, Anastacia found herself to be pregnant. Life spiraled for Sebastian in this moment. He had a baneful decision that had settled in his lap. Ultimately, the couple had decided that Sebastian would stay at the Dark Lord's side but relay information back to the Order of the Phoenix, a group that Anastacia had been a part of. This communication had worked effortlessly until the knowledge of his betrayal began to leak out to fellow Death Eaters - The life of not only Sebastian, but his wife and child, were at risk. A meeting had been scheduled between himself and Voldemort for August 2nd, 1981. This meeting never happened.

Upon the downfall of Lord Voldemort, Sebastian Avery sought out a name change, no longer wanting to be associated with the name that had pinned him to be an affiliate of The Dark Lord. Anastacia decided it would be for the best if her surname had been taken out of the drawing of a family name as it could put her Muggle family at risk. This left the once Avery family with no choice but to draw one at random. Thus, the Bernard family tree seed had been planted.

***

A cottage in Appleby, North Lincolnshire, England filled with the sounds of Muggle musicians as the sun had just started to rise. The rusted radio that had been found in a secondhand shop sat on an ashen wood countertop, the scent of bacon grease and pancake batter floated through the air. A long haired man stationed behind a woman with long flowing blonde hair, the two humming along with the song that they had managed to hear almost every morning. Arms wrapped tightly around her apron clad waist as he hummed the out of tune lyrics into her ear, eliciting the smallest of giggles from the woman as she kept attempting to turn to plaster kisses along his cheek. This is what the two had worked for, tirelessly. These moments together.