"Tell me THE TRUTH!"
Valentine Dumbledore is back for another year at Hogwarts. However, everything is closing in on her with epic speed.
The shadows of a war are catching up to her and the words of the prophecy are suffocating her. Dwelling on the...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
- Tears come from the heart and not the brain.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
I finish up with my fellow Hellbearers and apparate home.
"MOMMY!!!"
I catch the little girl in my arms, laughing. "Hey sweetie." I smile at her, hugging her tight to me.
Gosh I loved this little ray of sunshine. I loved her so much it hurt. I'd do anything for her. Protect her from anyone and anything.
"How's school?" I ask. I usually tried to apparate here at least three times a week and during the weekends.
She was my daughter like it or not and I was going to woman up and care for her like any mother should.
She chose me.
And I would god damn make sure she never ever questions her reasoning for choosing me.
"Good!" She cheers and then levitates a cup of sweet hot chocolate over into my hands.
I nod at her, giving her an impressed look. "You've been practicing what I taught you I see."
She nods erratically and hops up on my lap, hands wounding around my neck. "I want to make you proud." She cheers.
My heart softens.
I knew I had her. Even if the entire world hated and despised me right now. I had her. My daughter. My whole world.
"Let's do something." I smile at her. "I can take you shopping and we can get something to eat." I give her a grin.
She leapt at that. She'd been stuck in this house god knows how long. She realized it was for her safety but I knew how much she longed to get out.
"What about those mean men? They could take us again." Her eyes were terrified.
"I'm stronger now." I soothe her unease away, fingers running through her beautiful blonde hair. "I won't let anyone lay a hand on you."
The strands in my hands turn brown at my command and she gasps when my hair goes blonde.
"Besides.... no one will know who we are." I say, tapping her nose and placing an illusion on her face. To everyone else she looked like a completely different child, but to me she was my daughter.
