Silene II
Silene glares at the snow and the happy ornaments decorating the front lawn, either this was the result of Vernon or she has truly lost both her sisters. One to death and the other to bitterness. Silene kicks at the sign that politely asks people to not step on the lawn and marches directly through it to the front door.
She had spent the entirety of November and most of December making plans and filing paperwork with the goblins and the magical governments. Doing her best to ensure no one can contest her claim over her nephew all the while making sure Dumbledore was none the wiser, it was so easy with how many enemies that man has.
Silene has a feeling the Malfoy’s are going to become a staple at her house, they are eager to further themselves from the madman their elders had forced them to follow, and very eager to ensure their son had loyalty to Hadrian. Already he has changed so much of the world things he would be known for, and he wouldn’t ever remember why.
Silene pounds her fist into the door to be heard over the loud music, her teeth grinding when she hears a man yell annoyed from inside. She greets her sister with a scowl once Petunia opens the door, her sister is a meek bitter thing now and makes Silene’s magic recoil at the feel of her.
Petunia’s lips thin upon recognition, “Silene, to what so I own this displeasure?”
Silene knows her smile is sharp as she steps forwards, “Just one thing little sister , I want my nephew.” She waves the papers in her hand and speaks. “I just need you to sign these.”
Petunia’s face sours color bleeding up from her neck like it always does when she flies into a rage. “You cannot take Dudley-kins from me.” She says her voice turning shrill.
“Dudley-kins,” Silene mocks. “What kind of name is that for a child, regardless. No, sister dear, I’m here for Hadrian. Lily’s boy, my nephew.” She holds the papers out smile smug as the color leeches from Petunia’s face.
“We both know you would never treat him as family proper.” Silene says.
Petunia eyes the papers before her spine steels and her shoulders square, she looks at Silene directly, “Your Headmaster, Dumbledore you call him, claimed that so long as that boy was here, we would be protected by blood wards.”
Silene’s smile turns vicious, “What wards Pet.”
Petunia blinks, Silene keeps speaking before Petunia can open her mouth. “Blood wards only work if you view the blood relative as family.” Silene laughs, “Blood wards are, after-all, a protective blood-based magic.”
Silene forces Petunia to take the papers as she says, “And why, pray tell, Petunia. Would the blood wards work for you when you were never fully related to Lily in the first place. You don’t share enough blood with Hadrian for the blood wards to even hold.”
Silene watches as Petunia swallows hard enough to visibly move her throat, Petunia clutches the papers to her chest like they are her favorite pair of pearls. “Wait here.” Petunia says before slamming the door in Silene’s face.
Silene looks back at the decorations and hums, one day she might get her youngest sister back, perhaps when both Hadrian and her Dudley are older, and life has taught Petunia all she refused to learn from her family.
It will take time, she decides, watching the people wander the street as she leans against the brick wall that frames the doorway. She had done her utmost best to do all she could to keep Dumbledore out of her life after she graduated. Did a lot of things she was not proud of regardless of whether she had permission.
She can hear Petunia screeching from her spot outside, nothing discerning just noise at this point. She turns back to the door when she hears heavy footsteps coming towards it.
Silene blinks at the whale of a man that opens the door his face purple with exertion, her lip curls as she watches him blink at her. This was the man Petunia married, dear Merlin.
“Who are you?” He slurs.
Silene can see Petunia poke her head around a corner at his voice, watches as panic crosses her face. Silene smiles, “I’m Petunia’s older sister, Silene.”
The man turns a puce color, Silene doesn’t know what the drunk man decides he wants to spew because Petunia is hurrying to his side papers signed in haste and a basket in her other hand. “Vernon, honey, it’s all alright. Why don’t you go check on Dudley while I handle this?”
Vernon’s mouth snaps shut, and he glares at Silene before he waddles away.
“Here,” Petunia shoves the basket into her hands first before giving her the papers. Petunia’s lips purse as they stare at each other, Silene resituates the basket in her arms making sure Hadrian is secure.
“I suppose this is farewell little sister, take care.” Silene turns and walks away, her sister had excommunicated herself from the family if she wanted to return, she would have to be the one to reach out to them. She stops at the sidewalk and looks back she can’t help but smile sadly when she notices Petunia still in the doorway to her house watching her.
She gives Petunia a little wave goodbye before she pulls out the Portkey given to her by Ragnok, only activating it once she’s sure the street is safe. The last thing she needed was a rumor of a witch here in Private Drive getting back to Dumbledore.
After she’s gone, she doesn’t see Petunia march out of her house down to another that looks the exact same, doesn’t hear her sister. Doesn’t see her threaten Arabella Fig, Dumbledore’s little pet squib. Doesn’t see the start of the long game she and Hadrian would know only too late they were playing.
Silene blinks and looks down at Hadrian when he gurgles at her, and she inhales at the way his features change. They actually did it, Silene wants to laugh until she cries because here’s proof actual proof Sirius would never betray the Potters. Why would he when the little boy the Dark Lord wants to kill is actually his son through blood and magic, he never would’ve risked putting him in danger.