Storm Bringer (Rewrite)

Azalea felt awfully queasy, like she was about to lose what little she had in her stomach, but she kept swallowing the saliva that pooled in her mouth, and dared to open her eyes after a long minute. The room she was in was... It was magnificent, unlike anything she had ever seen before. The walls were a deep emerald green and the floor was a sparkly black stone that gleamed in the candle light. They were standing on an ornate dark green carpet. She continued to look around in wonder at the beauty of the room, not noticing that the woman who had brought her here was quietly observing her.

Cassiopeia watched as the child took in the room around her, completely ready and expecting the child to get sick. When she saw that the girl hadn't, she didn't know whether to be proud or worried. Had the child been fed so little or so long ago that she didn't have anything in her stomach to empty? It made her furious to see the treatment that those muggles had done to such a precious thing as a child, let alone a magical child. This treatment would not go unpunished. She just had to settle things down before she did anything; she would have to make a careful plan of action. Justice would be served and it would be cold. She noted that the girl's outfit was still very damp, as if she was caught in a violent rainstorm. Cassiopeia waved her wand gently at the child and cast a wordless drying and heating charm to the child so she wouldn't get sick, and smiled when Azalea looked down at herself in wonder. It would take the child some getting used to it seemed, as she hadn't truly been raised in a magical home after the tragic murder of her parents. It was a wonder the child was still alive.

When the child caught sight of her wand, she flinched violently, and Cassiopeia frowned. "Dear sweet child, this is my wand. I will never raise it to harm you, and I will never raise a hand to hurt you either. You are safe here and you may stay here as long as you like, Azalea." She said gently as she squatted down to be eye level with the little girl. The child looked at her in confusion and Cassiopeia didn't know exactly what to explain.

"W-who's Azalea? My name is Freak. Aunt and Uncle said so..." Azalea said quietly, a look of uncomfortableness and confusion across her bruised facie. Cassiopeia frowned at that, finally understanding why the child was confused.

"No, dear sweet Azalea. Your name is Azalea Dorea Potter, named after your grandmother, Dorea Potter Nee Black, and for your mother's family tradition of naming the daughters after flowers. Your mother and father's names are Lily Potter, Nee Evans and James Potter. They died when you were one year old. Your name is certainly not Freak." Cassiopeia said firmly, trying to get Azalea to understand she was being lied to for most of her life that she could remember.

After a long moment of deliberation, the girl looked up at Cassiopeia. "Azalea... I like that name. Can you call me that more?" She asked hesitantly... Cassiopeia smiled at her. "Of course I can call you that. It's your name, silly. You don't have to go back to those muggles if you don't want to... Did your aunt or uncle cause the bruise on your face, little one?" Cassiopeia asked imploringly. She didn't want to have to ask these que aww l stions but it was the easier option rather than slipping into her mind uninvited. The child's mine was practically screaming at her, as a skilled legilimence, but for now Cassiopeia didn't want to take that route.

"U-uncle got upset with me. It was my fault. I b-broke one of the dishes when I was cleaning u-up dinner. I d-dropped a dish and he punished me and p-put me out back." She said, stuttering, clearly upset.

"Was it raining outside, Azalea? You were absolutely soaked when you bumped into me in the alley way." Cassiopeia pushed on.

"It- It was. There was a thunderstorm." Azalea murmured quietly.

They were interrupted by Azalea's stomach rumbling loud enough for the both of them to hear it, and Azalea looked away in discomfort. She just knew she was going to be punished. Aunt always got angry when Azalea asked for food or said she was hungry. Freaks like her didn't deserve food, at least not often. They gave her food once every few days, but she always felt faint by the second day of no food. She always tried to sneak water from the tap when they sent her to wash up in the bathroom. Of course she wasn't allowed to shower but she always tried to wash her hands and face in the sink as much as she could. She was much shorter than her cousin so there was no step stool in the bathroom for her to reach the sink properly.

"Azalea... Would you like to come with me into the parlor? I can have a house elf bring some food in, and we can have a cup of tea. Would you like that?" Cassiopeia asked gently, trying to not startle or upset Azalea further. She could tell the child was seconds from a complete shutdown. "Did you know that I knew your parents? James and Lily were wonderful people. James was my sister's child, so that makes you my family. You are my great niece." Cassiopeia said softly.

"Wha- You knew my mom and dad?" Azalea asked quietly, a hopeful tone in her voice.

"Yes little Azalea, I knew James very well, and I met your mother more than a few times. She was a very lovely witch. James was my little sister's son,as i said, so that would make you my grand niece. You're my family. Come, follow me. We can sit and talk, and I'll get you something to eat while I call for a healer. I don't like how that bruise looks on your face." Cassiopeia said as she led Azalea out of the floo room and into the adjoining sitting room. Azalea was reeling from that realization. She had family... She had family who weren't her Aunt and Uncle... She wished she could live with Cassiopeia forever.

The room to the right of the floo room was a long and narrow room with emerald green and black walnut half paneled walls. The wallpaper on the wall was an elegant floral pattern of trumpet flowers against the green of the paper and Azalea couldn't help but admire the color. Green was her favorite color, and she had never seen such a beautiful shade in person before. The kind woman led her to a set of very plush and comfortable looking chairs with a coffee table in front of a fire, and Azalea wanted to sit down in the chair so badly, but she knew better. Freaks aren't allowed on the furniture.

"Go on, Azalea. Have a seat." Cassiopeia said to the girl, unaware of her internal struggle. "Zilly!" She called out. Zilly was one of her personal house elves, one she was going to assign to keep an eye on and help with Azalea for as long as she was there. A house elf popped in, one wearing a black tunic like outfit with the Black family insignia embroidered on with golden flax thread. All of her house elves wore that outfit, it was designed by her late sister Dorea.

Azalea startled at the popping sound, and then got even more frightened by the disturbing looking creature with large blue orb like eyes. She had definitely never seen something like that before, even when Aunt and Uncle were forced to take her to the zoo with her cousin for his birthday. Her sitter Mrs. Figg was under the weather, with a broken arm and couldn't watch her. Aunt and Uncle were furious but there was nothing else they could do.

"Zilly, you will be tending to Azalea's needs while she is at Black Manor. She is hungry. Bring us some chicken and rice soup, and two cups of tea with cream and sugars." The lady, Cassiopeia, commanded and the the creature was gone again.

"Ex-excuse me. What was that thing?" Azalea asked in wonder. Cassiopeia turned to the girl and realized that she had never seen a house elf before. That meant that ether whoever was raising the child either was poor enough to not own one, or that she was being raised by muggles. Cassiopeia had a feeling that it was the later. She hoped that it was the later. The thought of a witch or wizard abusing their child was sickening to her. Child abuse of any kind was not tolerated and was taken very seriously within the wizarding world.

"That dear child is a house elf. It's a sort of creature that lives to serve us witches and wizards. They coo, clean, and upkeep the home and in return we give them a safe home and more food than they could ever eat." Cassiopeia explained cautiously. She was unsure of how the clearly abused child would react to such a creature.

"Y-you don't hit them d-do you?" Azalea asked, sounding both a mixture of horrified and terrified at the same time. And she was. This kind lady, the one who took her into her home and rescued her like the princess in the fairytales she heard about in primary kept servants? Would Cassiopeia want her to be one of her servants too, like Aunt and Uncle did? She wasn't safe. She wasn't safe. She wasn't-

"Are you okay Azalea? What's wrong-" Cassiopeia asked as she saw the child go very pale and still, before she put two and two together. Azalea had been treated like a slave for all of her aware life. Her Aunt and Uncle had abused her and that was all that she had known. And for her to come here and see a house elf, it was no wonder what the child was most likely thinking.

"Oh dear little one, I would never treat you like a slave or servant. I will never make you do anything you do not want to or are not comfortable doing. You are safe here in my home, I promise you that." Cassiopeia said sincerely. She would never lay harm to a single hair on that child, or any child for that matter's head.

"If I were to have them stop performing their duties, they would become very ill and most likely die. You see, they feed off our ambient magic." Azalea stared at her blankly and Cassiopeia sighed. They get the magic that resides in and around us that would build up over time that would interfere with our potions and spells. They themselves warp other creature's magic and use our magic to fuel their own magics. Without us, they simply would not be able to exist." Cassiopeia tried to explain for the second time. She wasn't used to benign around a six year old. She would have to adjust her vocabulary accordingly.

"They need our magic to function. They are they type of magical creature that eats other things' magic. We provide them with the magic they need to survive and in return they upkeep the house. They get treated fairly and with respect and dignity, and they wear clean uniforms. They are never hit or beaten or starved as a punishment, and they even have their own living quarters, furnished with the same furniture that you'll see throughout the house." Cassiopeia continued, when the girl started to relax a bit.

"I promise you that I will never hurt you. Would you feel better if I sweared on my magic? That means that if I break my promise not to hurt you, I'll lose all of my magic and become a squib. That's what we call a magic born person who doesn't have access to their magical core.

"Y-yes please." Azaleas answered after thinking hard for a long moment. This promise meant that the pretty lady who said she was Azalea's family would never be able to harm her like Aunt, Uncle, and Dudley did. She would truly be safe for the first time in her life. This was an opportunity that she couldn't pass up on.

Cassiopeia didn't look at all surprised by the answer. "I, Cassiopeia Lyra Black, do hereby swear on my own magic that I will not bring any physical. Emotional, or mental harm to Azalea Dorea Potter. So mote it be." Cassiopeia said solemnly, holding her wand up to the ceiling, as pale yellow sparks shot out from the tip of her wand and showered the two of them, absorbing into their skin. Azalea looked down at her hands in wonder. Magic was absolutely amazing.

"Is that promise proof enough that you're safe here? Cassiopeia asked gently. She didn't want to push at the child too hard. The six year old had been through way too much in her short little years. She had lost both parents in a violent murder by a megalomaniac, and all of the abuse that she had endured... It broke Cassioeia's heart. She would do her very best to never let anyone else ever hurt her like that. Azalea would never go back to that hellhole and tomorrow she would make sure of that. She had to contact Gringotts bank after she took care of Azalea and put her to bed, that she would be coming tomorrow for an heir's test to confirm on paper that she had direct rights to claim biological custodial rights for Azalea. Azalea would be blood adopted as soon as possible, so no one else could lay claim to her.

The internal war of Azalea's mind finally subsided with the binding promise, and she eased gently into the soft chair. Her entire body hurt and her face was absolutely throbbing, but she wasn't going to complain because this kind woman had taken her somewhere warm and so far she wasn't hurting her.

Cassiopeia, ever the sharp eye, noticed right away that the child was in clear pain. She decided then and there that she was making a floo call while the child ate, to her personal healer who was on retainer. The house elf popped back in and set a silver tray with a plate of biscuits, a bowl of warm soup, and two tea cups and saucers with tea in them. "Here child, eat the soup, but be slow. It might still be a little too hot for you." She instructed as she handed Azalea the bowl of soup.

"Thank you ma'am." Azalea said, remembering her manners that were quite literally beat into her. She watched as Cassiopeia walked to the lit fireplace, and then as she grabbed a handful of something off the mantle. Azalea shouted in alarm when Cassiopeia threw something into the fire and it roared to life into a green inferno from it's small orange flames. Cassiopeia stuck her head into the fire and said something, but all Azalea could hear was the thumping pound of blood rushing behind her ears. Oh my god, she's going to get burned. Azalea thought to herself, but was paralyzed in fear of what she was seeing.

"Gavina McClain, 167 Clain Way, Scottish Highlands." Cassiopeia called out the floo address for her good friend, and one of the only healers that she trusted at the moment with such a sensitive case. Cassiopeia scooted back from her kneeling position to give space for the other woman to pop her head into the flames and show up. "What can I do for you at this hour Cassiopeia? Is everything okay? Is Arcturus..." Gavina asked worriedly.

"No, no, Arcturus is perfectly fine. I have a child here who needs a mediscan. Can you come through?" Cassiopeia asked politely. It wasn't too late in the evening, but for a six year old, it was almost bedtime.

"Absolutely, I was just going to prepare an evening cuppa. I'll grab my kit bag and step through. Keep the floo open." She instructed and disappeared from the fire for a moment. Cassiopeia eased herself up from the ground, smoothing over her outfit as she did. She took a step back and moments later a tall stout woman with sun kissed skin and a broad chest stepped out of the fireplace. She carried with her a tidy looking dragon hide satchel that was deceivingly thin. Azalea looked in wonder that neither woman had caught fire.

"Before we begin, I need you to swear on your magic that whatever you find in this scan stays between us. I want a non-disclosure agreement sworn on your magic Gavina." Cassiopeia said, completely serious. Gavina blinked, not completely shocked by what her good friend was asking of her. For Cassiopeia to call her over randomly, rather suddenly with a child in need of attention, it must have been someone very important to Cassiopeia.

"I, Healer Gavina Alexandra McClain, do hereby swear on my magical core to be bound if I disclose what and any information I will discover with my scan, henceforth of today." She said while holding up her marblewood wand. Gold and silver sparks shot out of the tip, signaling that the oath took hold.

The healer turned towards the small child on the chair and took in the rather sad sight. The poor girl was small, her legs barely reaching the end of the large chair's seat. She was thin, almost skin and bones, and her hair was twisted and madded in spots that she could see. Worst of all, there was a very dark handshape sized bruise that had bloomed across the entirety of her face. She kneeled down next to the chair so as to not make the injured and clearly abused child on the seat feel threatened in any way. In a quiet but soft tone she greeted the girl. "Hello little one, may I ask your name?" She asked to begin with, mentally calculating what family would have such a young child, let alone one who was missing.

"My name is f-fre-" And then Azalea stopped, a hard look on her face. She had a choice. All her life all she had known was abuse. She was always tired and hungry, always beaten and mistreated while she watched her disgusting whale of an Uncle and her bony stick of an Aunt spoil her cousin rotten. Here, they had only treated her with kindness and she wanted to stay here forever. "M-my name is Azalea. It's nice to meet you." She said, quietly but a little louder at the end. If the nice woman had shown any reaction on her face, Azalea had missed it when she was staring down at her feet. She was still wearing the worn out muddy trainers that she had been given when they no longer fit her cousin's feet.

Meanwhile, Gavina Alexandria McClain was reeling. This... This was the girl-who-lived. This was the wizarding world's savior. The poor child looked to be the size of a four year old, if that. Right away she knew something was definitely wrong. She started cataloging the signs of injuries and neglect. "My name is Healer McClain. Would it be okay if I cast a mediscan on you? It wouldn't hurt a bit. I just wave my wand and say some silly words and that's it."
Azalea didn't know what exactly was a mediscan, but she had seen the stick in the witch's hand and it kind of looked like the one that nice lady Cassiopeia had held earlier, and Cassiopeia didn't hurt her, so maybe it would be ok. She put on a brave face and prepared for some kind of stick or pinch as the other lady prepared to do something with her wand.

"You can go ahead. Y-you said it won't hurt right?" Azalea asked cautiously. That was another rule of her Aunt and Uncle that she had broken that night. She was to never ask questions. They always got super furious with her and well... Azalea shuddered. She never wanted to go back to that house if she didn't have to.

"No little one. At the most you will feel a slight tingle as my magic washes over your body. It goes all the way down into your muscle and bones and then I tap my wand on some parchment and the words appear on the paper and tell me what has happened to your body. You have absolutely nothing to worry about little Azalea." Gavina said reassuringly.

She raised her wand and said, "Velox Sanitatum." She did a series of rapid movements with her wand. Azalea watched as a shower of purple and silver sparks rained down over her, and then as the woman tapped her wand on a roll of parchment that she had produced from her now open bag. Azalea peered inside of the bag and gawked as she saw rows and rows of jars of something and little glass bottles with disgusting looking liquids inside. Healer McClain reached for the roll of parchment that was filling itself out with a basic info scan of what was wrong with the child, and as she read it over further and further down the list, she began to become gravely concerned about the health and welfare of the child. She shot a thinly veiled look at her close friend. Who was the caretaker of this child? She turned back to Azalea who she saw had a curious look on her face as she was peering inside of her carry bag.

"Azalea, little one, do you know how to read?" She asked gently, trying to divert the child's attention to distract her. Cassiopeia had seen the meaningful look that her friend had sent her and immediately made her way over to where the two were.

"Do you want to look at some picture books? I know I have a copy of a book that I know my sister Dorea absolutely loved to read to your father when he was a little boy. It's called The Tales of Beedle The Bard. It should be on that short bookshelf over in the corner of the room. Just walk up to the bookshelf and hold out your hand, and call out the name of the book. It should shoot out into your open hand as soon as you do so. Go on, enjoy the book. Me and Healer McClain have to talk about something. Don't worry, you didn't do anything wrong, little one." Cassiopeia added at the end when she saw the worried and fearful look on the little girl's face at the end. She gently pointed out the smaller bookcase and the child gingerly scooted off the chair and made her way to the other side of the room. She approached the smallest bookshelf, and held out her had as instructed.

"Um.. Ta-Tales of Beedle the Bard please." Azalea asked hesitantly. She felt silly talking out loud to a bookshelf but these people were different, they could do magic. So maybe the bookshelf was magic too? The book levitated and shot out into her hand landing with a firm thump into her open palm. "Woah. That was awesome!" She made her way over to the nearby sofa and climbed up onto the chair and opened the book. She couldn't read very well but she could sound out some words and she could certainly look at the pictures, which the book had on every page. It had been awhile since she was allowed to read a book. Usually she only got to look at them when she stole her cousin's torn up picture books out of his second bedroom when Dudley had become angry with the book for being too hard to read. Azalea liked reading. It was quiet and she liked trying to learn the new words. She paid no mind to the two adults who had gathered in the opposite corner of the room.

"You need to take her to St. Mungo's. These injuries are quite serious. The signs of malnourishment run far deeper than I had predicted, and there are improperly healed injuries caused by what I suspect is long term child abuse." Gavina was horrified by the simple scan's results. It wasn't even a strong scan. It was meant for diagnosing colds or small injuries like a sprain. It wasn't designed to discover such bad treatment.

"She needs to be seen by a healer with a higher level of skill than what I can provide at the moment, Cassiopeia. Just where in Merlin's name did you find this child? She's...." Gavina trailed off. Never in her life had she dealt with child abuse, at least not in the level of the injuries of what Azalea had endured. Rickets. The poor child had rickets. In this day and age, it was nearly completely unheard of, even from what she knew of the muggle world. Who ever had done this to this poor child... Oh she knew there would be hell to pay if and when the public ever found out. Even then, Cassiopeia was a Black, and Blacks got even. No one was stupid enough to cross Cassiopeia Black and live to tell the tale.

"St. Mungo's... Are you certain? Is it that severe? I know there's the bruise on her face, but what else is that poor child disguising? How much pain is she hiding... What do you recommend?" Cassiopeia was all business. When it came to the welfare of a child, it was especially not the time to mess around. Azalea would not be going back to that horrid home. Not now, not ever; she would make sure of it, no matter what channel she had to go through.

"Tonight, give her a muscle relaxing draft level two, half a vial poured into her bath water. Give her a pain relieving draught, level two, as well. You're going to need to clean the cuts on her face and hands, I recommend using a salve of violet and lemon balm. I have some in my bag, but be gentle, it most likely will sting a bit." Gavina was in medical professional mode, all serious business. She apprenticed at St. Mungo's many moons ago, under Healer Marcus. He was a stern, no nonsense wizard who was very good at what he did. He was the one who taught her how to compound her own salves, making better ones than the ones sold to the public in the apothecary. "Use a dittany salve to close up the broken skin after; it will knit the skin back together right as rain.

"Is there anything else I should do? What about that nasty bruise on her face. It has to be causing her discomfort. Just look at it. I have never seen such a deep bruise like that before, at least not in a long time." Cassiopeia trailed off looking at Azalea. The girl was content with her book, and it brought joy to Cassiopeia's heart that the child could find comfort somewhere, even if it was in a well worn children's book.

"Yes, put this bruise soothing salve on her face and anywhere else that you see bruising. Have her soak again in the morning with the other half of the vial and then follow up with St. Mungo's tomorrow morning as soon as possible. I suspect she's going to need quite a few potions to correct the damage that's been done to her poor little body. Are you prepared?" Gavina gave her close friend a poignant look. She had been the healer for the Black family for many years, and had been the one to tend to Sirius's wounds when he had come running to Dorea after his uncouth mother had kicked him out of the family and blasted him off the Black family tapestry. Sirius had been bruised and bloody, hexed this side to Sunday but Walburga was a special type of awful, even to her own children.

"Thank you Gavina. I know this is an extenuating circumstance, and I appreciate you coming over so quickly. If you will, would you become her personal healer under the instructions of St. Mungo's if they allow it? She's going to be needing many checkups for the time being and to bring her in and out of Magical London so frequently... It would catch the public's eye eventually. This girl deserves privacy, especially in such a difficult time for her. I have no intentions to return her to her previous dwelling. Did you know that the poor girl actually apperated into Diagon Alley all by herself, using accidental magic. She was so terrified, and soaking wet. I can't actually get the sight of her out of my head. I have to do something. She can't just go back. She kept talking about people named Aunt and Uncle. She didn't even know their names, as far as I know. What kind of person would abuse such a small girl... It makes me sick, honestly." Cassiopeia confided in her friend.

"Of course I will, as long as the instructions from St. Mungo's allow my level of care skills to be of use. If she needs a higher level of care, I will insist that you do go to St. Mungo's to receive such at that time. I want the best for my patients after all. And I agree. Only the sickest kind of person would be able to harm a child, especially for that long. She has at least three years of abuse layered into her body... She's just a little girl.." They both looked over to see how the child in question was doing. Surprisingly, you couldn't see an ounce of pain on her face, even with the very large bruise and the swelling that was bloomed across her entire face. Her left eye was a little puffy, but it looked like the swelling had gone mostly down by that time.

"Azalea dear, why don't you come over here. I have some special medicine. It's going to taste a little weirder than the medicine you might be used to for when you get a cold or you're feeling a little sick, so I have a piece of chocolate here for you to eat after you've taken all of the medicines. They're going to help make you feel better. You won't be in so much pain afterwards."

"Ohhh I've never had chocolate before. Aunt and Uncle never gave me medicine so I don't know what it tastes like anyway." Azalea said innocently as she made her way over to the two adults who shared a look. The common thought was along the lines of 'Those disgusting people never gave her medicine when she was sick? What kind of awful persons were they?' They just kept getting worse and worse. Azalea padded over to the two adults and stopped in front of Healer McClain, waiting expectantly.

"Here is a pain relieving draught, it will help take the pain away." Healer McClain handed over a short and round shaped vial with a corked lid. It was a slimy green color and Azalea wasn't so sure she wanted to take it anymore. Although the thought of finally getting to try chocolate for the first time... It was a very good incentive. She reached out and took the small glass vial from the Healer and uncorked it, and drank it down in one go. It tasted worse than it looked, like Dudley's old gym socks after a week of being worn. She gagged at the taste but swallowed it down anyway. She didn't want to disappoint the new nice ladies.

"You're such a big girl for drinking that medicine all down. Here's the piece of chocolate I promised. Honey Duke's finest chocolate, I promise. Better than any other chocolate around." The Healer said and produced an inch sized square of sweet smelling brown candy. Azalea's eyes widened in wonder, and she took the prize from Healer McClain.

"Thank you very much!" She said excitedly, but then she hesitated. If she was being sent back to wherever her Aunt and Uncle were, Dudley would certainly sniff out and hunt down the chocolate, so it would just be better if she didn't have it. She shifted, and her face fell. She was excited about being able to try it for the first time, but now.. She knew she wouldn't be able to eat any of it. She moved to hand it back to Healer McClain, who looked down at the girl, puzzled by her sudden change in demeanor. As a medical professional, she was trained in reading the slightest changes and movements in body posture. The little girl had looked so delighted at the thought of trying chocolate for the first time, but now she looked down right miserable.

"What's wrong little one? Do you not want the candy?" She asked, trying to understand what was going through Azalea's head. You couldn't be certain with abused children. They always had different reactions to what you would expect sometimes. It was an effect the emotional and physical toll took on them. "I don't want it. I won't be able to eat all of this by myself and I know Dudley will find it and take it from me. Aunt and Uncle will make me give it to him and I don't want to give it to him. I don't like him very much. He's mean to me and made all of the other kids at school not like me either. He told them how much of a freak I am and now they won't play with me." Azalea said, looking ready to cry.

Gavina froze internally. That little rant said more about Azalea than she let on. She had a cousin, Dudley, who she could presume was the child of the two people named Aunt and Uncle. Dudley seemed like a very bad bully, and that Aunt and Uncle allowed it to happen. But if they were the two people causing all of these injuries to this poor child, Gavina was not surprised in the least. It looked like Cassiopeia was drawing the same conclusions, if not more, from the downright murderous look that crossed her face, quicker than a flash.

Cassiopeia was seething with rage. He did not put that poor innocent girl with those vile muggles. Lily had gone one once about how she had despised her older sister and her new brother-in-law, Vernon. Petunia was a spiteful little muggle who hated anything abnormal and Lily definitely fit the part. She had magic and Petunia didn't. So Petunia hated LIly and anything to do with Lily. When Lily had married James, she invited her sister and her husband to the wedding, an olive branch or sorts. Lily received the invitation returned in the mail, attached to a very hate filled letter about how disgusting she was, and how she and her husband to be would burn in hell with all the rest of her lot. She had written that she was with child, a little boy they would name Dudley. Lily had been in tears the entire day after. And now, with Lily and James dead and no one to take care of poor little Azalea... Cassiopeia had always wondered where James's child had ended up but she had assumed it was in the capable hands of someone who had magic. Albus Dumbledore... He had too much sway over James.... He had to be behind this. Cassiopeia would have to go to Gringotts and find out the truth. Goblins knew everything, and they would tell you... for a price.

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