Chapter 13 Kids
Once back in england Dorian just hated how sick it made him fee see that house again.She was confused to how they just left a big and luxurious house like they had, but at the same time she saw her father’s face, she knew that something was up with that house but she didn’t quite understood.
"Dad are you okay? you look sick" she said as she looked closer to her dad and his pale face,"I'm alright sweetpea" he sighed and took the keys and tried to open the door, but kreacher was ahead of him and when the elf heard the keys rustling he opened the door, it had been maybe 10-20 years since Dorian left Grimmuld palace and moved to France so he expected the house to be completely empty, but he was surprised when he saw Krecher.
She was surprised to see an old elf opening the door, she looked at her dad with a surprised face "Who is him?" She whispered to her dad, still surprised to seing the elf."Kreacher..." Dorian said under his breath as he looked at the house elf , not hopping that he would recognise him after so many years, she just looked in silence as her father stared at each other, she was really curious to what was happening, her father never spoke to her about his past and that just made her want to know more.
"Um dad?" She said to make her father come back to reality and get out of the awkward silence.He was still looking at Kreacher, who was also surprise to see his mistress eldest son's still alive and back after so many years, maybe he saw him when Dorian came to his mother's funeral but he wasn't sure. She just stood there watching the interaction trying to figure out who the elf was, and she was getting somewhat annoyed that her father was ignoring her."Okay, I have had enough" she said as she moved passed by her father and looked at the elf that was just staring at her father. "May you tell me who you are?" She said clearly annoyed that her father was not paying her any attention."My name is Kreacher Miss" he responded looking at her, he was surprised about how beautiful she looked, she looked exactly like her grandmother,"he...he was and still is the house elf of the house of black,"House of Black? That's interesting, but why was my dad looking at you like if you were a ghost?" She asked as she made a gesture with her hand signaling to her father."Well he hasn't been in the house for a long time now.." he responded and then looked at her "are you perhaps his daughter miss?" Kreacher asked as he looked at the girl who looked almost exactly like Walburga Black her grandmother.
"Krecher. enough." Dorian ordered him, looking down at him, something that dorian hated about himself is when he was angry, he looked and acted like his mother, and he hated that, Elizabeth just stood there looking at them, she wanted to know. what was happening, the whole house was dark and the paintings on the halls were scary too. "Dad what is happening here?" She looked at him trying to find some answers."Kreacher. please show her , her new room, and no questions Elizabeth" he looked at his daughter with a serious look, and Elizabeth knew better than when her dad used that tone to not ask why and just do what he asked her to do
She didn't say anything, the only thing she did was nod, she didn't want to mess up with her father when he was clearly annoyed, so she just looked at Kreacher and waited for him to show her her room.As she went upstairs dorian headed to the living room and poured himself a glass of whiskey
She followed kreacher around the house, which was big, dark and creppy to say the least, it wasn't a nice experience at all since she was used to have her big fancy palace with lots of sunlight and bright colors which made the house look alive and pretty but this was completely the oposite to that, so when Kreacher stopped in front of one of the doors of the house she just stood there and waited for the door to be opened.
“Miss this was your father’s old room, now yours” he said as he opened the door, the room was still furnished with what Dorian had back then , everything was exactly the same as it was.She wasn't really surprised that the room was creepy and dark like if something out of a horror story was going to come out of there, but she was surprised that it was exacrly how her das had it when he was a teenager, but she still didn't know why his father left the house, and that was going to make her crazy sooner or later.
He walked upstairs leaning against the doorframe glass of whiskey in hand and looked at Elizabeth “This was my old room” She looked at her dad. "Dad can I ask you something?" She asked, trying to see how much her dad was willing to answer. “Depends on what sweetpea” he said stepping inside the room and seeing that noting changed
"Why do you look so mad when you are near this house? And I mean this house in particular. Like I can clearly see your mood change and also your voice..." She looked at the black walls and the dark green carpet, she hated everything in this house from the walls to the furniture it wasn't a nice place to be at all.“This house was were i grew up” She was surprised. "You? Grew up in here? I thought you said that you grew up on the palace in France..?" She wasn't completely buying that but if it was true she wanted to know the whole story.
I moved there when i was 20 and meet your mother there. She nodded knowing that she just got her answer. "Now let me get this right, the reason why the professors at school treated me as some posh little girl was because I come from a fancy palace but it was a lie?" She looked at her dad and then at the room "You grew up in this house and this was your old room, it means that you were some kind of a royalty in the magic world" she said as she looked at her father to see if her conclusions were right or totally wrong.
”Hun, in the magic world there are some noble pure blood houses, like your mother’s or your cousin’s Draco, or mine, and some of them decide to have fancy houses or just average ones, and then there are the muggles who are just magic people born out of non magical parents”She just stared at the carpet, trying to process all the information that her father just gave her, this was to much at the same time, not only she had pure blood as her father but she also came from a noble house too, and it was the house of Black to top it all. She was now aware of her status on the world and also why all those girls just hated her since the beginning, she was a noble pure blood, a daughter of a noble house, there was a lot to process“And i did’t lie about France, the Black family is french, but my parents moved to England”
”But then how come my mom was from a noble house? She was French, right?” she asked, still confused to all that information that Dorian just gave her. Mom was Italian, Nott is an Italian name hunny” he said looking at her"Wow..this is a lot to process…” she said as she looked at her dad, and then turned around to see the room “Wait…does that mean that I’m part Italian, and part french?” she asked turning her attention back to her father ”And english”
“This is a lot to process dad…” she said as she sat on the black silk sheets, in all honesty she just wanted to lay down and rest for the rest of the day, but she felt the need to do something else, something that meant getting out from the house “Is there a lake nearby?” she asked out of the blue, she just really wanted to get out from there.“No, but why don’t you come downstairs , Kreacher is making dinner, ok? you can unpack your things, but in about 5-10 minutes come downstairs for dinner” He kissed the top of her head
“Is that old elf really gonna cook? What is it gonna be? A plate of poison?” she said as she looked at her dad, she didn’t really wanted to go downstairs and look at other horrible wall. “Can’t we have a picnic outside the house? Please…” she said with a smile, trying to convince her father into letting her stay away from the house.
“Oh he knows how to cook, i learned from him”he said smiling sweetly at her“Yeah..that doesn’t convince me that he is not trying to kill us with poison…” she said as she laid down on the bed “I’m just… gonna stay here… I’m not really hungry” she said, making an excuse not to go downstairs.
he sighed "Ok" he left her room closing the door a bit
"Thanks..." she mumbled, still a bit surprised about her father being the son of some pure blood family, that explained a lot, like a lot of stuff that she hated about being in school, it finally made sense, the reason why the teachers wanted her to get good notes at all cost and how they looked at her father with some type of fear, she knew that she was going to ask her father for more answers in the future, but now she was just tired and wanted to rest so that's what she did, close her eyes and took a nap.
When she woke up she woke up to the sound of a piano playing and someone singing in French
"je te laisserai des mots
En-dessous de ta porte
En-dessous de les murs qui chantent
Tout près de la place où tes pieds passent
Cachés dans les trous de ton divan
Et quand tu es seule pendant un instant
Ramasse-moi
Quand tu voudras
Embrasse-moi
Quand tu voudras
Ramasse-moi
Quand tu voudras"
Elizabeth never heard her father speak French since he always taught her english so she was surprised and kind of liked it? Like she find his voice even more sweet and calm, sure her dad had a good voice but hearing him in his native language was something else
She just sat there in her bed, listening to her father sing, the was a sweetness to his voice that she just enjoyed and made her think how beautiful her dad must of been when he was her age "Dad?" she called out to him, since she really didn't understand what he was singing.
"Mh?" he looked at her "What was that song about...? It sounded beautiful..." she said as she sat down crossed-legged on the bed, waiting for her father to answer.
About love, i use to sang it to your mother
She blushed like a tomato, she found the song sweet but lovey and she was surprised that he sang it for her mom, she didn't really knew the extent of her parent's relationship, but based on the little stories her dad told her and now this one, she loved it. "That's cute...did mom like it?" she asked with a soft smile, it was just so sweet. She didn't really understand it most times but she liked it”she chuckled "I bet she liked the tone of your voice, dad, I mean I do too" she said as she laid down on her back, she always loved the sweet things her dad did or said, her favorite one will always be when he sang her a lullaby at night, the times where she cried because some girl was mean to her, her father always knew how to cheer her up, he sang her songs and read her story's for nights, till she fell asleep, till this day she can't fall asleep if her dad doesn't sing her something.
"Oh hum there are some albums, since you asked about my childhood and how I looked when I was younger" he gave her two photo albums that had his name on it, engraved in gold like letters, he sat next to her, leaving his cane near.She looked at the albums, and then to her dad, then back to the albums, she was surprised that her dad was actually giving her those albums, but then she was also curious to see what he looked like and also her mom, so she opened the first album and started looking though it "wow, you sure look posh!" she said as she looked at the photos where her dad was younger. He laughed " ok now, start with this one" he gave her the first album were the first photos were when he was born (it was around the 1954)
"wow! You looked like a chubby potato!" she exclaimed when she saw the first photo and then she started to laugh "I'm sorry, but look at your cheeks!" she said pointing at the photo.
he laughed "Yeah i know, i was a chubby baby"she looked at several photos, some made her laugh "Wow! You were such a poser!" she exclaimed as she looked at a baby photo of her father all serious "wow you must really hated the camera, I mean look! You look as if you wanted to kill it!"she giggled "Oh i had just been woken up from a nap in that one"
"And why you're wearing a suit?? You were like what 1 or 2!" she said laughing again as she saw another photo of her dad as a kiddo in a suit "And why are you wearing a tie at 10!
Like were you trying really hard to be posh!"she laughed again"No, it was just how kids dressed back then, it was the 50's you know"
"Oh right...still it's hilarious, like look at your face! You always looked so serious even as a kid! And why are you like super pale? Like I get that you are not as tan as me, but why are you so pale?!" she said laughing as she saw another photo of Dorian as around 10-12 looking bored at the camera, he chuckled "family genetics"
"And you had this same haircut when you were younger! Damn! Did mom ever complained about any of this?!" she looked at another photo of Dorian around her age, he still had the short curly hair. "I always had long hair" then they arrived at the part of photos of his school years in hogwarts, the previous ones were normal but when she turned the page the coming photos her dad already had his cane, like nowadays and some photos he looked a bit thinner and then back to "normal"
She stared at the photos, they were all black and white which she loved but what she didn't loved was how thin his dad looked in some of the photos, she didn't understood why, she wanted to ask but she was to scared to ask, she didn't know how her dad was going to react, since she knew that he was a tough guy, and asking a personal question like that was going to be tricky but she wanted to know so bad "Dad? Why... well, why did you looked so thin back then?"
"oh because of my illness hunny" he said, Elizabeth knew her dad had black poppy but she didn't know that he had it since young, she thought he got it once he was older"Wait, so let me get this right, you were born with the black poppy or you got it when you were like 16?" she asked, not really sure about black poppy, the only thing she knew about it was that it was extremely bad and that her dad had it but she didn't knew when it started or if you were born with it.
"i got it when i was 5-6 years old"
"Oh..." she mumbled, trying to figure out what else to say, she was shocked to hear that, that he had it from young, so she imagined that it must of been really hard for him
"Wait so, if you had black poppy since young that meant that mom knew about it before she married you, right?"
"Exactly, that is why when i was growing up i sometimes looked thinner, due to the illness..." he said but the latest ones from his last years, he looked thinner but not because of his illness but due to another thing that he didn't want to mention so he just brushed it off saying it was from the illness as well.Now that she knew that it explained a lot of things, like when her dad sometimes couldn't walk properly or just straight up couldn't walk which meant that she needed to help him walk with his cane, she remember hearing her mother's voice in her head whenever she helped her dad walk "Elizabeth, it is always a woman's duty to know how to please a man, and if you father ever needs your help you need to help him, no matter what" she could still hear her mother's voice, the last few months her mom voice was the only thing that gave her comfort after her death.
they keep lookig at photos"Wow, is that grandma?! She is pretty!" she exclaimed as she saw a photo of her dad and his mother"And she is wearing a hat! Wow!" she was amazed how pretty she was"And where was this photo taken?Like it's really fancy!"
he looked at the photo and closed the photo album and placed them back on the shelf "Its late...you should go to sleep..."he sadi lookingat her "But!" she tried to say something but she knew her dad wasn't budging so she just gave up "Fine." she said as she laid down on the bed and waited for her father to kiss her forehead, it was sort of a tradition and she loved it.
He gave her a forhead kiss and left the room, heading to the dinning room, and looked at the family tapestry and close it with the curtains that it always had, the same ones that Dorian opened when he was a kid, not knowing all the family that he had, since he always got told he only had his parents and his cousins, always hid from the real word at a young age, like a bird in a cage.She laid there on the bed waiting for sleep to take over her body, until she just gave up trying to go to sleep, since she wasn't tired at all from the nap she had an hour ago, so she got out from the bed, and quietly walked to her dad's room which was on the hallway next to hers, the second door from her room on the left.
His room was empty, it was his parent's old room, it was filled with photos of his mother and father, some baby pictures of him and his two younger brothers and then on the other side of the room were the wardrobe and the dresser was she could see a big family painting that had the 5 of them in it, the painting consisted on Orion, Wallburga, a young Dorian alongside his brother Regulus and then another one who's face was ripped out and burned from the painting.She stood there looking at the painting, she didn't expect her grandfather Orion to be that tall, she didn't understood who the other kid was "Dad?" she called out to her father, she wanted to ask who the other kid was but she also thought that her father would probably get mad at her for being in his room, so she waited for him to answer or just to talk.
Dorian was downstair in the drawing room glass of whiskey in hand, nursing it as he sighed and took a sip.She just waited, for her father to answer but nothing, she knew that he wasn't there in the room so she tried to go downstairs and find him, she started to move to the staircase with a small hope that her dad was going to be there, she didn't even bothered to put a robe on or some slippers, she was wearing a thin lace nightgown which barely cover anything, but she didn't cared at all.Kreacher saw her "Miss, were are you going" the elf asked looking at her
"Is dad downstair Kreacher?" she asked, ignoring his question.Kreacher looked at her "you father is in his study, he said he didn't want to be disturbed"the elf said "Oh..." she mumbled, not sure if she should go and see him or to just go back to her room and sleep.