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"I really have no idea...one of the Ravenclaw girls that's obsessed with her hair and whatnot..." Willow said with a dismissive shrug. It was true she had no idea who most of them were, asking for their names in what was their last year seemed stupid. Either way this was their life and soon they would have histories and an identity.
Taking the ends of her hair she could do it drastically short and close to the style of this time. Big annoying bangs and all...but that didn't seem good, either.
"A few inches, layers, maybe highlights. Really don't want to be fussing with the hair when trying to get this done," she said looking to Blakely, her half sister, how strange of a thought. "What do you want?"
The young woman was using a stick to poke at the fire as her green gaze was upon the dancing of the falmes. Her eyes seemed blank and almost void of emotion as the conversations and liveliness of before had quite died down. She was still trying to process their newest discovery and it was sinking in but with dificulty. It was still hard to think the girl who she had grown up with as her cousin had actually been her half sister the whole time. That part was fine but the being lied to for years and finding out about their father was the hard part.
Her thoughts or lack of were broken through when she heard Willow's soft voice and words. An amused smile traces her lips as she looked to the book that was taken out. [b "So who was the one to give you the book?"] She asked with a raised brow and nodded, thoughtfully. [b "It would be fun to give it a try. Might also be fun to see how the boys react too."] There was a soft edge of amusement to those words.
Sisters, always told they had looked like they could be. Still ironic on how that had actually not been totally wrong.
[b "Have any idea what kind of look you want to go for?"] And with those words, Blakely tossed the stick into the fire and moved over to Willow and sat next to her.
At the campsite it was quiet, the lively conversation of earlier was gone. The news was sinking in very difficultly. Looking to Blakely she gave into a thoughtful look. "There's this book on magical hair styling that was given to me...probably as a hint...wanna try?" She asked taking out the bag. "Given everything that's happened a new look couldn't be too bad. Right? We do both have dates tomorrow, after all."
Giving her a teasing look she gave a smile. She knew Willow took everything far more quickly than Willow, she'd be stewing on this. Half sister, that was odd, they had always been told they look like sisters. At least that wasn't wrong.
Blakely couldn't help a small smirk at Willow's words. She knew perhaps she shouldn't be amused but the wry humour was in a sense needed. Especially with what they had just discovered. It was all just too uncanny and a lot to take in. [b "Continuing the us time would be nice. After all...we won't have much of it when we come back and get back to work."] A sadness laced her words as she looked down.
And for the first time, Blakely couldn't help wondering if any of them were truly different. From what she was seeing in their new lives was they all seemed pawns in a war none of them understood why they were fighting. But maybe it was just the want to impress those who were deemed great and to make something of themselves? She had to push those thoughts away. She just had to.
"If that is what the two of you would like. I would be more than happy to assist you." Dunbeldore said as he stood and walked over to the girls. His hands took both their arms and in seconds they stood back on the edge of the forest outside the new headquarters.
Never in her deepest thoughts had she thought she'd know Dumbledore personally. Even without real contact they had still gone above and beyond for an ideal. Now she wondered how she had done it and and why, but that was the thing in common with Death Eaters. They felt inspired to do more than asked.
"I was thinking of pointing at people we know who dies and say 'you're going to die' and walk away," Willow said wryly before shaking her head. "No, I'm really not...Perhaps we could continue our next few days of us time and then get back to business. Thank you professor. Do you mind taking us back? We can't apparate here."
It was nice to have something serious and meaningful but she wanted to go back to before.
The man smiled to her and nodded slowly. "Those are words I have told others as well. Words which I learned have meant a great deal and a lesson that I too had once had to learn. The question now is how the two of you plan to use this knowledge." Dumbledore said, eyes twinkling in that way they always seemed to. Honestly he had not meant his words but wanted the two girls to know they still had that spark. That though they had seen what they had they were still very much them.
"Remember it isn't who or what you are born but who you choose to be that makes you." He said thoughtfully, once more taking his seat at the desk and watching the girls.
[b "Now I can understand why she had never wanted to tell me much as I got older. She simply said that he wasn't a good man and tried to leave it at that. He hadn't been my father anyway... Jackson was. Even though he thought I was a bit odd he never didn't treat me like his daughter...even tried to help me to learn to better understand my being an empath.."] Her words were soft as she was calmer now.
Slowly green eyes came up and she looked to Willow and smiled, shaking her head. [b "Nothing changes. We're still us."] There was a fire in her words and eyes as she stood and went to the other girl. [b "We'll learn more about him."]
He may have done that...with my mum when my parents were separated...he's not my dad. They said they didn't know it was the same man until they were introduced. My dad worked hsrd as a electrician and taught me every strategy game he could," Willow said between gritted teeth. Looking to Dumbledore she furrowed her eyebrows. "You can't mean that, sir. On our first year said that in the darkest there is light. There was always words, when you died, we carried that light and we won. You do not know what you mean to us."
Too tied for emotions she said that plainly but with fire. "It's what's still in us...this doesn't change anything, Blakely. Nothing at all."
Still she was curious about him, some part always had been.
Blakely was still frozen, her head reeling. The girl had always believed she was an only child but had always been mistaken as Willow's sister. In fact, the two of them used to play on that fact just to mess with people. But never in her wildest dreams had she imagined that they could really be sisters, well half anyway. It was too strange and she was still trying to process it.
[b "How could they have? Didn't they know? That is...it is so wrong..."] her voice was weak as she found her way over to the wall and leaned on it, sliding down. Her face was hidden in her lap. All of it seemed too much.
[b "I...He came after me too. The wizard who had killed Brian..."] Blakely whispered and was now looking at the floor. How could any of this had happened? Why had they never been told and been living a lie all their lives. It was like the world was crashing down and if nothing made sense anymore.
Dumbledore looked between the two girls. He sighed and nodded slowly. There were no words the man could offer to help and he knew that. "All I can say is that I am sorry... but perhaps knowing the truth may help you...or if you wish I can erase it from your memories." The elderly wizard as he continued to see how distraught the girls were.
Willow hadn't remembered ever feeling so lost for words as she did this moment. Looking to Blakely, she could see it now, they always were mistaken for sisters. They were actually half sisters. "Sweet Jesus, sisters slept with the same man! That is disgusting," Willow said irrelevantly. The idea was disgusting, but things were piecing together. "Margot was already three then...so she was with my...Oh, my god..."
Finding a chest to sit on she couldn't help but feel sad and also want to vomit. Looking to Dumbledore she wasn't sure what to tell him. "I don't know, sir...I think so..."
What what they supposed to do now? They couldn't go back and demand answers. "I think he tried to kill me in the battle...Blakely but he stopped. Oh...this isn't happening..."
The books were a huge help. Little by little the old and what had been began to fade away. Everyone was different than the oast they remebered. Sirius was no more thought to be a murderer or the fearsome prisoner they had known. Severus was no longer the lonely and seemingly heartless vampyre bat, but instead had become a good friend. And Remus was a good friend, loyal and very true. But Peter was the one Blakely still had a thing against because of what he had done in the other timeline. She was not sure what to make of the boy as he seemed to still have it out for both her and for Willow, not trusting them.
As soon as they were a safe distance the three were back in Dumbeldore's office and her stomach was literally doing flips. Blakely had never liked apparating and it seemed never would. Her eyes were on the headmaster as he took out the bowl and got it ready. He then motioned to it, leaving her and Willow to look at the memory.
At the same time she dunked her face into the water and was horrified to watch. Flashes of a wantes poster, their mothers, and Brian were there and then gone. She was gasping when she pulled her face out and her eyes were on Willow. All of it had hit hard and almost hurt to the point she could not breathe. It was hard to find that that the girl she had always thought was her cousin potentially had been her sister. She wanted to speak. But everytime she tried her words got lost. Their whole lives had been a complete lie.
Dumbledore slowly walked over to the girls as they both seemed to be in a trance of sorts. Because it was the future, the man did not bother to look at it. Instead, blue eyes went betwen the girls. "Are the two of you alright?" He asked gently, geuinely concerned.
It had been a stroke of genius to have the books otherwise they would have forgotten half of it. Severus no longer was this vampyre bat, but a loyal best friend that she loved. Sirius was not a poster and headlines, he was an amazing friend and snogger. Remus was dear and true, and helped out. Peter she was still was not sure on what to do, considering he does help Voldermort.
Once they were safely away, Dumbledore aperated them back to his office in Hogwarts. Preparing the bowl he gestured for them to look in and went to his desk to read.
"After you, cuz," Willow said. Placing her head in the water seemed insane but instead the memory came in and played itself out like a bad horror movie.
The poster and further evidence was produced, both with pictures. The memory ended and seeing Brian fade as well as her mom, it hit harder than it seemed. The idea of them sharing a dad...
Looking to Blakely after that, no words would come out of her mouth.
Blakely pushed her hair out of her face as she was still laughing. [b "Oh they would have. We would have died before even getting into school."] But then her eyes followed Willow's and she crawled over to where the other girl was. Her head tilted as she noted the little gild coin that had once belonged to Brian was broken and a blue sliver seemed to take it's place. Curious how that had happened and how their memories were fading. But then they were no more in the other time and he was dead.
Slowly she stood and brushed off her jeans as she looked to the old man who had come back to find them. She almost felt embarrassed that he had caught them being so childish. But at the same time she didn't care. [b "Yes sir...we would like to know what exactly this memory is... And why it shows now."] The young woman said as she moved over to Dumbledore and waited for Willow.
"If we did this at either house our mom's would have ringed our necks for good," Willow laughed before spotting something on the ground. Bending down she picked up the galleon before it just fell in half. Brian's lucky coin, though there were memories of him fading. They no longer existed and he was dead.
"What's this?" She asked picking the tiny phial with a glimmering blue thread.
"Ah, yes, a memory...it seems it was left for you," Dumbledore said, upon returning, the realtor was drawing up the paper work at this moment.
"This is a memory?" She asked looking at it closer. "So, uh, how do we look at this memory?"
"I have something at my office. Shall we?" Dumbledore asked kindly.
It was funny as the last they had even atrempted to slide down a banister was when they had been eight. But unfortunately had been stopped and been under close watch after. Now being in their late teens it was funny how something so simple and "childish" could bring such joy. And for the first time, the past abd the future held no meaning or weight over their heads. They were free to live in the moment.
The strawberry blonde giggled as she watched Willow and heard the other girl's words. Her own eyes scanned the angles and she moved to the other banister to take her turn sliding down. Almost like a broom, but so very different. The smooth surface and the speed in which she slid was incredible. Blakely landed with a soft thud just across from Willow and was laughing when she turned to look at the other girl.
[b "I can't believe we've never done this! It was wicked fun!"] She may have sounded like a little girl but in that moment could not care less.
It felt as if they were eight again, running up the stairs without any grace or airs, there may have even been giggling involved. Once on top of the stairs she looked down, taking in the angle and any obstacles. Carefully sitting on the smooth banister she held on before letting go. It wasn't riding a broom but it was fun, landing at the bottom with a small oomph she gave a laugh.
"That was wicked," Willow said feeling her heart soar in this moment. It was a good moment, the past or future behind them, now it was just simple fun.
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