Sky Daddy?
Mani stepped away from his looking glass, sighing as he dragged his hands over his aging face. His daughter was not doing well on Midgard, she was lost and alone. If only he had kept a closer eye on her, if only he hadn't allowed her to come on his nightly chariot ride across the sky. If only she hadn't fell.
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Clementine wasn't too sure where she was or how she got there. She had been standing on a dingy street with a grown man sobbing and basically begging she trust him kneeling at her feet, and the next thing she knew he had grabbed her hand and... teleported(?) to what looked like some sort of dusty living room.
She could have been sick in that very moment, the harsh tug and pull on her navel was not something she wanted to feel ever again.
"Clementine, please" the man was getting to his feet from where he landed on the floor of his living room. "I-I know you must be confused, please let me explain. I won't hurt you, please"
He was right, she was confused. But something deep down in her being told her she could trust this peculiar man. And she didn't fail to notice the moving pictures that littered the walls of the room. He had just teleported them to a place where pictures could move? Perhaps he was like her, strange and... magic.
And besides, if she was wrong and this man was just a powerful pervert, she didn't really have much to lose.
She took a shaking breathe "okay"
The man let out a relieved huff and pointed to a n old patchwork couch, "please, take a seat, we have a lot to discuss"
Doing what was asked, she got up from her kneeling position on the floor where she had fell after teleporting, and sat on the couch.
"Would you like some tea? We're going to be talking for a king while"
She nodded politely in his direction and used the time he was presumably away in the kitchen making the tae to examine the living room she was in.
The floor was well-worn deep brown hardwood, and on the wide hearth burnt a fire of logs, between two at tractive chimney-corners tucked away in the wall, well out of any suspicion of draught. The walls with the doors pulled to a gentle close and windows sheltered by moth bitten curtain folds would be a cocoon come the time of starlight, And the merry firelight flickered and played over everything without distinction.
Thé crème wallpaper peeled in the corners, damp having invaded most crevices.
The walls mostly bare, bar the strange moving photographs encased in dusty frames.
Just like the rest of the room the bookcase was old and basic but it still had integrity. The wood was straight and it hugged the wall just near where she was sitting. On closer inspection she could see scratches, the wood a little more pale where it had been dinged. She ran her fingers across the roughness, not minding one bit. To her it just made the piece all the more interesting, just like people's scars - for her they were always clues to a story.
When the man walked back into the room, he took a second to appreciate that this was really real. Clementine Lily potter was really sitting on his couch, alive and in the flesh. He had dreamed of a miracle like this, but never thought a man like him could be graced by such good fortune.
Walking over to her he gently placed the mug of steaming Tae on the couches armrest, not having being able to fit a coffee table in such a cramped room.
"Thank you" she muttered, her hands still tracing the wood of the bookcase.
He gave a slight cough to get her attention back to him. "So, I guess I should, erm, start by explaining who I am"
He waited for any type of response from her but she just looked to her mug and started tracing a finger along the rim.
"Well, erm... my name is Remus Lupin, I was a friend of your parents. That's how I recognized you, at first I thought you were your mother, Lily" He explained in a soft tone.
At this, she finally lifted her eyes to meet his, "my mother's name was Lily? And you knew my parents? Like... my actual really real biological parents?" She had a seemingly shocked looked on her face, as if the idea of anyone having known her birth parents was something she had never realised could be true.
"Yes, yes. You see, I went to school with them. Amazing people, they were my best friends. They loved you Clementine. They loved both of you so much"
At this, her heavy green eyes seemed to glaze over with suppressed tears. She didn't want to allow herself to cry at this, she had never had parents and had never though she needed them. But this, knowing she had once had a living family, almost broke her.
"B-both of us?"
A somber smile spread across Lupins face
"Your brother, Harry. Your older twin brother"
"And is he... is he you know? Alive?"
She didn't want to get her hopes up, but the way remus had talked about Harry made him seem like he was still here.
"He is. I suppose you'll want to meet him eventually"
Clementine stopped her thoughts at this. Did she actually want to meet him? She had always been alone, no parents, no siblings, no friends. But now, suddenly she didn't have to be alone. She had a twin, her very own twin.
"Yes, I think I should meet him. Where is he? I need to see him. Is he okay? Was he at another orphanage? Why wasn't he with me? Why- why were we separated at all?"
By now Clementine had stood up from her seat, her mug of Tae clattering to the floor and spilling over the wood.
"Calm down, Clementine. We still have much to figure out. Please take your seat"
She just stared at him, a look that was a mix of devastation and newly found hope in her eyes.
"Sorry about the mess" she muttered, glancing at the spilled beverage.
"Nonsense, no harm done" and with a sweep of a weird stick the mess had cleared up, simply vanishing into thin air. She stared up at him with a look of pure bewilderment upon her features.
"Like I said, we have a lot to discuss, Clementine"
"What you just saw, was magic. Though you've probably already deduced that. From what I've saw of you when you pushed me away in the street, quite powerfully I might add, you also have magical abilities."
She cocked her head to the side in understanding, signaling for him to continue.
"Now, usually, children with magic get a letter on or near their eleventh birthday, telling them they have been excepted into a magical academy, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and wizardry.
But in your case... I'm going to assume you didn't get one" he looked up to her for confirmation in this.
A small nod of her head was all she gave him, deciding she should hear the entire explanation before giving any replies. She needed to know the entire picture.
He sighed "the most plausible reason for this, erm, I believe to be because... well... we thought you dead" he quickly followed with " Your parents, James and Lily, were murdered by a dark wizard just barley after your first birthday. What we were told was that after killing your parents, he pointed his want and you and killed you too, he then tried to kill your brother, but the killing spell he used backfired and he struck himself instead. Your brother has been hailed as "the boy who lived" by the entire wizarding world for years now, and you were known as well, erm, the girl who didn't."
He paused.
"But seeing you now, that story must be untrue. You are alive, and whatever we were told happened must have been a lie. I don't know why or who sent you to the non magical muggle world, how you survived... but all that matters is that you are here, and no longer alone"
She just twirled her fingers through this entire explanation. Her parents were murdered... she hadn't know even their names before today, just being told she was left of the orphanages doorstep on a cold night with a note saying her name and birthdate. And her brother was renounced as a savior? And they thought her dead? Harry thought she was dead? This was definitely a lot for her to soak in. Deep down she knew it was true, what else would explain all of the loose ends in her life? And this man seemed to know so much for him to just be making it up. But still, she knew she needed at least an ounce of proof.
"I want to fully believe tou, Remus Lupin. But can you prove any of this as true?"
"Well I suppose we could always take you down to get and inheritance test at Gringotts"