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"Tii Momo! TII MOMO!"
Moria's eyes snapped open and she shot up from her bed. She fell onto the floor, cursing as pain shot through her knees but the sounds of Harry crying followed by the startled wails of Max sent her into panic mode and she shot up, grabbing her wand and casted Lumos.
"Harry?! What-!?" She began to ask but saw that Harry was now clinging onto the side of his cot bawling.
"Bad man! Bad man hurt Mama!" he cried and Moria's heart froze. A nightmare…a pretty bad one at that. She pocketed her wand, before picking up the sobbing boy. She could hear grumbles and people throwing things down on the floor above her, rattling the ceiling. From each of her sides she was pretty sure that she heard people telling her to shut up.
"Ssshhh…it's okay Harry. The bad man isn't here. I promise." She said rocking him. His sobbing however didn't diminish. "It's okay sweetie…I've got you." She said softly rubbing his back. She should have expected some type of nightmares even after a year, but she Merlin she wouldn't have thought it was this bad. He was still shaking.
No way would he sleep in his bed tonight like this. "Come here." she suggested softly and he curled up to her whimpering as she walked over to her bed and placed him on it. She glanced at Max who was also wailing most likely out of surprise that Harry started crying. She couldn't leave Max and pulled the little girl out of her cot as well and walked over, sitting the infant next to Harry before grabbed two blankets and both their favorite stuffed toys. A stuffed deer for Harry, a stuffed dog for Max. She helped both children settle into the bed, leaving the middle open for her. Moria climbed into the bed and sat down, settling down in between both children. Max, who was closest to the wall and already nearly asleep, nuzzled her stuffed dog and allowed her mother to tuck her in before her large, innocent eyes fell heavy with sleep and Max quickly returned to the dream world. Moria smiled in the dark. Just like Sirius.
She then turned her attentions to Harry. Even in the dark, she could see Harry's eyes staring at her, soft sniffling coming from the small form. She laid down, resting her head onto her hand, the other going over to Harry and rubbing his back. "Harry, it's okay to have a nightmare." She soothed but he just let out a small whimper, burrowing his head into her chest. She sighed, running her hand through his hair, trying to figure out how to soothe the boy. Then an idea sparked.
"Have I ever told you the tale of Prongs, Padfoot, Moony, and Wormtail and when they met the Squid from the Black Lake in Hogwarts?" she asked and Harry looked at her, shaking his tiny head, his eyes grew wide in surprise. "Do you want me to tell you it?" She asked. His eyes widened further, before nodding vigorously, clutching the deer to his chest tightly. Moria smiled and then began the tale, smiling at the little's boy reactions. Then slowly, Harry's eyes began to droop and his breathing began to even out. Slowly he fell asleep, nestled into her warmth.
It was odd, what the presence of someone else in the room could do to a person. Ever since she had come here, she had had issues with sleep, waking up every now and then in a cold sweat at the nightmares that plagued her. But now, with one child clutching the back of her shirt, the other clutching the front, her own eyes grew heavy and her body grew relaxed and slowly sleep took her as well.
Dreams came soon after…not the nightmares that had plagued her…but of memories of her Hogwarts years.
"Lily, you aren't tossing the rocks correctly." Moria stated as she watched another rock go flying into the lake, landing in the water with a loud 'KER-PLUNK' and a large wave splashed upwards. "You do it like your flinging a Frisbee." Moria explained again, grabbing a flat river rock and flinging it, watching it skip across the surface. Lily grumbled crossing her arms.
"Six years…and I still haven't gotten it right."
"Don't be too hard on yourself." Moria said a smile on her face as she pushed her hair from her face. "It took me years to get it right. At least you never fell in." she stated. "I nearly drowned when I was ten." She added and Lily let a laugh out. She then glanced at her watch.
"Ah, bloody hell I'm going to be late for my class. See ya, Moria." Lily said quickly gathering her books and waved as she hurried back to the castle. Moria smiled then sat down at the embankment looking at the lake and sighing softly.
"Hullo my pretty girlfriend." A voice called out and Moria smiled looking behind her to see Sirius leaning on a tree.
"Hello yourself." She teased as he walked up before sitting down with a slight grunt next to her. "So, how was Divination?"
"Well one thing about my future is clear. I will never be a psychic." He joked stated and she laughed. He grinned before capturing her chin between his index and middle finger gently. "As you can see there is no one here." He murmured and she smiled.
"Ah…you would be right." She said quietly before he drew her into a kiss. She smiled softly and then felt him suddenly grin. She knew that grin. "What are you-"
Before she had time to comprehend the situation he had picked her up and quite literally tossed her into the lake. She sat up sputtering, playfully glaring at him as he laughed. She returned the favor by throwing water at him, soaking him.
"Oh this is war woman!" He yelled out jumping into the shallow water. Moria laughed loudly scrambling to her feet, rushing away as he chased after her. It wasn't until hours later that they finally managed to get back to the Gryffindor Common Room gaining several looks as they passed by, completely and totally soaked.
It wasn't a surprise that the next day they both came down with colds.
Moria shifted in her sleep and slowly woke up, partially blinded by the light that was peeking through the blinds. She felt wetness on her cheeks and realized she had been crying. She sighed brushing under her eyes glancing down. Both Harry and Max were still asleep. Moria sighed pushing her hair back.
She missed him. She missed him terribly.
She cursed softly to herself, fingering her necklace that was resting on her chest before looking at the wedding ring. It still was there.
Chelsea had suggested taking it off…but she couldn't. No matter how much he had hurt her, no matter what had happened…she couldn't deny it.
She still loved him.
She would always love him.
That…at least that…she knew was a fact.
She awoke to crying again and blinked sleepily. It had been several weeks since Harry's nightmare, and he hadn't had one recently. This crying was different, higher-pitched, louder. She sat up and looked sleepily to where Max and Harry were. Harry, ironically, was dead asleep, oblivious to the loud wails that were in the cot directly next to him. She walked over to the cot and peered in. Max was so much like her father. He would complain just to complain. She would cry just to cry.
"Shh…shh…" Moria cooed, running Max's stomach in a calming fashion, but it did little. And it did nothing to stop her neighbors become frustrated. She looked up when there was pounding on the apartment door. Harry flinched but remained asleep and Max quieted, tears still in the corners of her eyes as Moria stood and walked over to the door and opened it, becoming face to face with her neighbor, who looked enraged, tired, and downright nasty. She heard Max stop completely, most likely to listen to the other voices.
"What time do you think it is?!" He snapped and Moria stared at him, partially glad that he still thought she understood no Italian. Thank goodness for charms. "Stop with the noise!"
"I'm sorry." She apologized. "My daughter is just having-"
"Every single night, it's the same damn thing for crying out loud!" He snarled. Moria frowned, her anger brewing.
"I'm really sorry…my daughter is just having a bad night."
"More like a bad mother." The neighbor grumbled and Moria blinked in surprise before her eyes narrowed.
"Excuse me?!" She roared and he clearly looked startled that she understood that, before his eyes narrowed. "How am I a bad mother!?"
"Mother's should know how to stop their children from crying. What's more, that boy of yours ruined my flowers yesterday-"
"You left them in the middle of the hallway!" Moria retorted.
"But having a mother who sleeps around and gets lumped with two children, it isn't a surprise that they can't be taught discipline!" the man spat out. Moria's eyes seemed to glow now.
"Tell me…do YOU have children?" She asked, her voice soft. Her neighbor seemed surprised by this.
"Of course I don't."
"Well then, if you would be ever so kind…once you give birth to one child and legally adopt your godson so you can take care of them yourself, gladly come visit me with your complaints." Moria barked before slamming the door shut. She turned around and slid to the ground, burying her head in her arms. She only looked up when she heard whimpering again and sighing, she stood up and walked back to the bedroom, and over to Max's cot, picking her one year old daughter again.
She knew that Max didn't have colic…she wasn't that stupid.
Max wanted Sirius.
Moria sighed and looked around at the small apartment. Her lease would be ending soon…and she needed a new place. She wasn't about to stay here. She just didn't know what she could do. She was 22…she needed a job…a new place…a lot of stuff.
"Ugh…Mum, Dad. Right now anything you could give me, would be a blessing." She whispered as she continued to bounce Max. Anything would be a blessing. Anything at all.
"So how's life in the land of the pasta, Angel?"
"Uncle Jacob, you REALLY aren't helping." Moria complained as she rested her head on the dining room table as Harry and Max sat watching the small television. The phone shifted in her hand as he chuckled.
"That bad, huh?"
"I got into an argument with my neighbor, who accused me of being…promiscuous."
"He accused you…of being a...SLUT?"
"Yes Uncle Jacob, thank you for that wonderful reminder." Moria thanked dryly. "How's life going in the UK?"
"Ah, the normal really. I've started dating, if you must know. But that's not why I called you…how are you? Really?"
"Stressed. I have to start looking for a place to live in, and Harry's been having issues with nightmares, and Max is just crying because she feels like it, and-"
"Is she crying just for the sake? Or is it because she wants Sirius there?" Jacob asked. Moria went silent and Jacob sighed. "What about you? I know losing your best friends, your husband, your home-"
"I get it Uncle Jacob." Moria snapped tiredly. "How do you think I feel?"
"Alone. Terrified. In need of guidance, which you probably aren't getting living in the town. I think you need to get out of the city and live in the country. Seclusion always did wonders for your parents. And you aren't really that much of a social person."
"Which is all good in theory, but buying a place in the Italian country isn't really cost efficient as those probably cost a fortune. I mean I have my mother's inheritance but..."
"Why not just use the place that your great-grandparents lived in?"
"Huh?" Moria asked in confusion, perking up. She heard Jacob chuckle on the other end.
"Yeah, your great-grandparents. Maarten's grandparents. After their son was all grown up, they moved to Rhêmes-Notre-Dame in Aosta Valley. It's the region right next to Biella. It's still in the Prescott name and everything."
"…And you didn't tell me this before because…"
"Because I thought you knew. Geez, Moria, you lived with your aunt and uncles…I thought they talked about that shit." Jacob drawled. Moria rolled her eyes.
"It never crossed my mind to ask about my great-grandparents, seeing as they had already died by the time I was born." Moria responded. "I'll ask Aunt Madge when she visits."
"Okay, Angel. Oh and tell the two rugrats that Uncle Jacob and Uncle William send them two wet willy's."
Moria laughed.
"Sure Uncle Jacob. I'll go ahead and tell them. And Uncle Jacob?"
"Hm?"
"Thanks…you always have the best advice."
"Course I do."
"As you can see, there isn't much around here after you leave the town." Madge commented as they drove through the small town. "Where the house is, in comparison the town is about thirty minutes away…that includes hospitals, schools. And that's by car. Which you don't have."
"You forget I'm a witch, Aunt Madge."
"Still…I know you want to raise Max and Harry in a good environment, but your great-grandparents were a bit reclusive. Is it really fair to them to live so far away from the town?"
"You forgot that I moved for the sole purpose of Harry being left alone." Moria reminded her aunt. "Besides…" Moria trailed off looking in the backseat at Max and Harry who were both fast asleep. Madge glanced at her niece before staring back at the road. "Besides…I might not even like it." Moria commented as she stared out into the scenery. She could see the Alps in the distance and the world seemed like she had stepped into postcard. Finally Madge stopped the car down a long driveway and she could see at the end a side of a house. Harry shifted in the sling that he was in, held to her back as Moria clutched Max to her chest. The four walked up the road and Moria stopped in surprise at the house ahead of them.
"It's huge…" she murmured. It looked like one of those medieval homes she had seen in muggle history books. It seemed to have three stories, and a long staircase on the close side where she was which led to the room upstairs. A shed was situated right next to the staircase. Though depleted looking, the yard overgrown, windows broken, in need of a serious painting job…it looked…she didn't know… beautiful in its own way.
"There's supposed to be three sheds outside, but only two of them; the one attached to the house and the one on in back to the right, is usable. The third one collapsed after Granny died."
"Why so many?"
"One was Granny's gardening shed and another was Pop's hobby shed. The third one was just the general yard and knick-knack stuff." Madge explained. "Now I know since we own the place, the rent is free." Madge continued as she grunted, trying to force the front door open. It finally did with an unholy screech and the two women entered. "But the amount for repairs and refurnishing would be really pricey." She argued as they entered what looked like to be a living room. The wood floors look rotted and another stair well lay to the left of them, leading up to the second floor.
"Keep your shoes on. I don't know what's living in here." Madge offered as Moria began to explore. Harry shifted sleepily in her on her back, but remained asleep. She saw a porch to her right as Mable began to force the sliding doors open. To her left were a dining room and a kitchen, also filled with rotted wood, and windows that had no glass.
"It's really debilitated, but electricity and water can still run, which is good I guess." Madge said looking out in the overgrown backyard. "There's a stream nearby, if I remember correctly…but like I said, a lot of people don't live this far away."
"So the neighborhood?" Moria asked as she looked up the stairs. Madge followed her niece's movements as they slowly made their way up the steps to the second floor. Two bedrooms was on this floor, and at the end of the hall was a bathroom that she could see a large amount of tiles were missing. Madge laughed at her niece's question.
"Neighborhood? There are probably a few people who live around you, but they're probably just as reclusive as Granny and Pop…and the townspeople don't go this far up. Like I said Granny and Pop were reclusive as they got older." Madge informed. The two women went up to the third floor and Moria saw that this place had probably been used either as an attic that had a bathroom in the corner, or where her father and siblings would stay during their visits. Glancing at Madge confirmed her suspicions.
Finally the pair walked down, Moria still holding Harry and Max. Madge continued to walk.
"Why don't we go look somewhere else? Around the town would be more practical-"
"Nah…I'll take this place."
"Huh?" Madge asked, turning around fully to look at her niece as though she had lost her mind. Moria offered a small smile as she ran her hand over the front door frame.
"I said I'll take this place."
Madge stared at her niece and then let out a weak groan, as though she already knew this.
"Could you be ANYMORE like your father?"
Moria merely smiled.
Harry shifted and realized to his surprise that he was lying on his travel cot, Max curled up next to him. Blinking he sat up and rubbed his eyes, and looked around. This wasn't the old hotel they were staying in after they had moved out of the apartment. This wasn't even Great-auntie Madge's rental car. He was lying on a closed in porch of an old house, whose door's had been shoved open, allowing a soft warm breeze to filter through.
"Tii Momo?" He called out sleepily.
"I'm right here, Harry." A soft voice called out and he turned to see Moria sitting on the porch, her feet dangling off the edge.
"Where are we?" Harry asked and Moria smiled.
"Our new house."
Harry looked around and gave Moria a disbelieving look and she laughed.
"It will need a little bit of elbow grease, but this place will be home. Promise." She declared. Harry then offered a bright smile which grew bigger at the prospect of this being home. It beat having the cramped apartment with mean neighbors that always yelled at them. He glanced out into the overgrown yard and Moria smiled.
"Go on. You can go explore." She informed and he slid off the porch, laughing happily. Max woke up soon after and blinked looking around. She clambered onto her feet and went over to a beam of the porch, watching as Harry ran around, looking at an old shed that its' foundation had slid to the side a bit, slanting the building.
"It crooked! It crooked!" Harry declared wildly as he ran around the yard, going to the other side where the debris of a third building, most likely a third shed, and half the side of it was completely covered by grass…only a part of the tiled roof was still visible. He stopped in confusion.
"What's that?" He yelled out, but didn't give Moria time to answer as he ran up and scrambled up the non-grassy tiled floor, before sliding down it. Max continued to hesitantly watch Harry, perfectly content at staying on that porch. That is until a lizard crawled its way up past her hand. She let out a slight yelp and toddled to her mother, curling up to Moria who laughed softly and ran her hand over Max's head.
"So? What do you think?"
"I like it!" Harry yelled out, still running around in circles. Max seemed to be a bit less receptive of the place, but nonetheless nodded. It was a few weeks later when trio received some visitors.
Moria at first didn't notice them as she pulled out some more rotted wood on the bottom floor, tossing it into the pile nearby. Only when she heard the gravel of the road crackle around her did she look up, grabbing her wand and going over to the front of the home. She blinked in surprise.
"Wha…Uncle Will? Uncle Jacob?" She called out and then looked in surprise as Martin, Monroe, Mitchell, and Madge stepped out of the two cars. A pop and a lot of cursing came a few seconds later and she was surprised to see the Ellesmere's, Wulfric holding a rotted book, appear.
"You know, portkey's seem to make the world easier." Jacob grumbled as he stretched his back. "It beats the flight and drive we had to do."
"What are you all doing here?" Moria asked in surprise as Max and Harry hid behind her legs. William gave a grin.
"You think we would let you fend for yourself in the Prescott family home makeover?" Jacob asked, patting Moria on the shoulder. "Please." Moria glanced at him suspiciously her hand never leaving where her wand was. William seemed to notice.
"You wet the bed until you were three and then would literally sit on the toilet all night to make sure you didn't wet it ever again." He informed and Moria flushed but slowly moved her hand down from the wand.
"Couldn't you have said something different?" Moria asked under her breath.
"Well I could have, but what fun would have that been?" William asked and Moria rolled her eyes before looking over at her maternal family. "You came as well?"
"Why not?" Cepheus asked with a grin. "We were all in need of a vacation. And our kids can keep Harry and Max out of your hair." He added, motioning towards his daughters, Wulfric's son and daughter, and Mathilde's son. Moria stared at him as though to make sure he wasn't kidding before she looked at Harry and Max and offered them a bright smile.
"Well looks like we're going to have some more helpers." Moria responded and the two toddlers grinned.
"So what brought you all here?" Moria asked as she retrieved the wood step that Monroe was pulling up. Her uncle offered a smile as he looked at her.
"Jacob and William really. Madge came back telling us you were getting this place and they essentially lobbied to get us all here. It wouldn't have been hard to convince us, but they were adamant."
"And the Ellesmere's?" Moria asked.
"They were a bit more difficult to actually locate, but they were open to the idea." Monroe responded with a grunt as he pulled a rather stubborn step up. "So what did you manage to fix up?"
"I managed to get the bedroom floor all done, and the roof isn't leaking anymore and I managed to fix the attic floor. Once Harry and Max are old enough, and if they want separate bedrooms, I can make that their bedroom." She explained, counting off what she had done. "After the stairs were done I was headed to the kitchen."
"You managed quite well by yourself."
"Ah…the wonders of a little…magic…and staying up for a few nights." She teased and her uncle chuckled. He looked up and had to laugh at the several areas that he knew were mended.
"Dare I ask what happened?"
"You ever had centipedes falling from the ceiling onto your head?" Moria asked and he burst out laughing.
"She misses him."
Wulfric looked up from the room that he and Cepheus were working on and looked back down at his work, flicking his wand to repair a broken floor beam.
"Hm?"
"Don't 'hm' me. Sirius. She misses Sirius."
"That doesn't surprise me." Wulfric replied as the pair walked out of the room and went to the bathroom. "Those two were essentially attached to the hip. Anyone like that would be devastated by a loss that she went through."
"And yet you don't do anything."
"In the Ministry's eyes, what Sirius did or didn't do is already said and done with. You know that I already tried, and Crouch literally threatened to hex me." Wulfric explained. "Even if I did manage, what proof would I have?"
"Sirius could always-"
"I'm the uncle of Sirius's wife, Cepheus…they won't give me Veritaserum, and it's illegal to smuggle it out. And if I did and gave it to him, do you really think that they would believe him? Crouch would just see another crime to add to Sirius's record and would dismiss it completely."
Cepheus cursed. "He should be here…Moria's an excellent mum…but even she'll need help eventually. And she won't let him go."
"I know…but what can we do? She's Mable in spirit." Wulfric responded as he repaired the broken sink. "She'll be stubborn as hell and won't budge. That's all part of her charm."
It had been several weeks since her family had come down to visit her and help out. It had been fun…interesting…so many things. She had learned more about her family, her maternal side, her mother. For the first time in a year, remembering the past didn't seem to be painful. They had left a week or so ago, and she was finishing up cleaning. As she ran a cloth over a wood beam, she became aware of deliberate notches. She bent down a bit and observed it a bit closer.
Martin, Age 10
Mitchel, Age 9
Madge, Age 8
Monroe, Age 7
Maarten, Age 5
Malcolm, Age 5
She stared at the notches and it dawned on her that this had been how tall her father had been each time he had visited. Nimbly she scanned upward and saw that the last time he had done so, was around when he had been 16.
"Max, Harry." She called out and she heard two pairs of tiny feet rush towards her and seconds later, Max and Harry arrived. She offered a smile and gestured to the pole. "Come here. And let me measure you two."
Tentatively they did so and Harry stood proud and tall as Moria scratched a new notch into the wood. He moved away and Max did the same and she repeated the movement. She smiled.
"Look Harry, you're the same size as my father when he was three. You're so tall." She congratulated and he flushed. "And you Max, are the same size as…my aunt Madge when she was 1 as well." She cooed and Max flushed, hiding her head into Harry's shoulder. She smiled and then stood up.
"Well, you two go and get ready. We're going to go visit Chelsea soon." She reminded and Harry and Max grinned.
Chelsea looked up from where sat on the couch of her flat as she heard the sound of the floo, Mheetu's tiny head shot up before bolting into the bedroom, most likely to hide under the bed. Aslana and Ashes however just continued basking in the sunlight, not even shifting. Chelsea rolled her eyes at her cats before standing and going to the kitchen, and glanced in. Her look of confusion changed to a bright smile as Harry, Max, and Moria were stepping out of the fireplace and Moria was patting the soot off of the children. The two children held in their tiny hands, two small bags of cookies which they lifted up to the other woman, smiling brightly.
"Oh what lovely looking cookies. You two must be so proud of yourselves." Chelsea said allowing them inside. The children blushed at the compliment before scampering in and placing the cookies onto the dinner table that Chelsea owned. They then began to run around playing with Aslana who was scampering around happily, excited at the new guests. Ashes, as expected, made no movement preferring to ignore the annoying toddlers.
"So…how is everything?" Chelsea asked glancing at Moria. Moria offered a small smile.
"It's fine." She said. Chelsea glanced at her left hand and Moria sighed. "Chelsea, please…don't bring it up again."
"Moria. What if he never gets out?" Chelsea asked and Moria stilled. "Are you really going to just stay waiting for him?" she continued and Moria was quiet. "It's noble to do that, but Moria-!"
"Chelsea…please, drop it." Moria said and Chelsea sighed realizing that it was a lost cause.
"I hope that I manage to find a guy that I will wait for if anything happens to him." Chelsea said and Moria smirked. "So…anything new?"
"…I've been thinking."
"Yes?"
"The age limit to start training as an auror in Italy is 24 and since I'm 22…"
"…Yes?" Chelsea remarked, staring at Moria in confusion. Then realization slapped her in the face. "You can't be serious."
"Sirius is my husband and- OW!" she yelped as she was smacked upside the head.
"I doubt that even James or Remus would resist hitting you upside the head for that horrible joke." Chelsea grumbled. "But seriously? An Auror?"
"Yeah."
"Why?!"
"Because I want to make a difference." Moria responded. "I was a healer in England, and look at what that brought me. I lost my two best friends, and my husband in one swoop. And to be honest…I'm not sure if it was even me that wanted to be a healer or…or I was trying to do so to apologize to Logan for not making it for his dream." Moria explained with a sigh. She offered a spiteful smirk. "Chelsea…can you please just be there if I do go ahead and try?" She asked. Chelsea stared at her and then sighed.
"Oh alright." She grumbled and Moria smiled.
"Harry, Mummy said not to play with Ashes." Max said watching as the boy got closer and closer to the aged cat.
"I'm not gonna play with her. I'm gonna pet her." He said as though that made sense. Max however looked apprehensive. Harry however ignored her nervousness and continued to crusade of petting the aged cat. Ashes let a low growl out, warning the boy to move away. Harry continued to ignore the obvious signs that this wasn't a good idea and advanced.
"Harry, this would be why I told you not to bug Ashes. She has a penchant for being mean." Moria remarked when they got home. Harry winced as she dabbed the three small scratches on his face before kissing them and placing a bandaid on each. Harry rubbed the corners of his eyes, brushing away the tears. Moria smiled calmly, ruffling his hair.
"How about a cookie?" she asked and he nodded causing her to grin. Apparently cookies solved everything for the little boy. She grunted as she picked him up, Max clutching her pant leg as she followed apparently wanting a cookie as well.
"Okay you two. Which cookie shape do you want?" she asked the two.
"Deer!" Harry exclaimed, pointing at a sugar cookie excitedly.
"Dog!" Max said, pointing at a chocolate chip cookie just as excited and Moria held back a laugh before handing the cookies to the small children, who began to eat them happily. She looked up at the window and offered a soft breath. The future was just around the corner.
Moria's eyes snapped open and she shot up from her bed. She fell onto the floor, cursing as pain shot through her knees but the sounds of Harry crying followed by the startled wails of Max sent her into panic mode and she shot up, grabbing her wand and casted Lumos.
"Harry?! What-!?" She began to ask but saw that Harry was now clinging onto the side of his cot bawling.
"Bad man! Bad man hurt Mama!" he cried and Moria's heart froze. A nightmare…a pretty bad one at that. She pocketed her wand, before picking up the sobbing boy. She could hear grumbles and people throwing things down on the floor above her, rattling the ceiling. From each of her sides she was pretty sure that she heard people telling her to shut up.
"Ssshhh…it's okay Harry. The bad man isn't here. I promise." She said rocking him. His sobbing however didn't diminish. "It's okay sweetie…I've got you." She said softly rubbing his back. She should have expected some type of nightmares even after a year, but she Merlin she wouldn't have thought it was this bad. He was still shaking.
No way would he sleep in his bed tonight like this. "Come here." she suggested softly and he curled up to her whimpering as she walked over to her bed and placed him on it. She glanced at Max who was also wailing most likely out of surprise that Harry started crying. She couldn't leave Max and pulled the little girl out of her cot as well and walked over, sitting the infant next to Harry before grabbed two blankets and both their favorite stuffed toys. A stuffed deer for Harry, a stuffed dog for Max. She helped both children settle into the bed, leaving the middle open for her. Moria climbed into the bed and sat down, settling down in between both children. Max, who was closest to the wall and already nearly asleep, nuzzled her stuffed dog and allowed her mother to tuck her in before her large, innocent eyes fell heavy with sleep and Max quickly returned to the dream world. Moria smiled in the dark. Just like Sirius.
She then turned her attentions to Harry. Even in the dark, she could see Harry's eyes staring at her, soft sniffling coming from the small form. She laid down, resting her head onto her hand, the other going over to Harry and rubbing his back. "Harry, it's okay to have a nightmare." She soothed but he just let out a small whimper, burrowing his head into her chest. She sighed, running her hand through his hair, trying to figure out how to soothe the boy. Then an idea sparked.
"Have I ever told you the tale of Prongs, Padfoot, Moony, and Wormtail and when they met the Squid from the Black Lake in Hogwarts?" she asked and Harry looked at her, shaking his tiny head, his eyes grew wide in surprise. "Do you want me to tell you it?" She asked. His eyes widened further, before nodding vigorously, clutching the deer to his chest tightly. Moria smiled and then began the tale, smiling at the little's boy reactions. Then slowly, Harry's eyes began to droop and his breathing began to even out. Slowly he fell asleep, nestled into her warmth.
It was odd, what the presence of someone else in the room could do to a person. Ever since she had come here, she had had issues with sleep, waking up every now and then in a cold sweat at the nightmares that plagued her. But now, with one child clutching the back of her shirt, the other clutching the front, her own eyes grew heavy and her body grew relaxed and slowly sleep took her as well.
Dreams came soon after…not the nightmares that had plagued her…but of memories of her Hogwarts years.
"Lily, you aren't tossing the rocks correctly." Moria stated as she watched another rock go flying into the lake, landing in the water with a loud 'KER-PLUNK' and a large wave splashed upwards. "You do it like your flinging a Frisbee." Moria explained again, grabbing a flat river rock and flinging it, watching it skip across the surface. Lily grumbled crossing her arms.
"Six years…and I still haven't gotten it right."
"Don't be too hard on yourself." Moria said a smile on her face as she pushed her hair from her face. "It took me years to get it right. At least you never fell in." she stated. "I nearly drowned when I was ten." She added and Lily let a laugh out. She then glanced at her watch.
"Ah, bloody hell I'm going to be late for my class. See ya, Moria." Lily said quickly gathering her books and waved as she hurried back to the castle. Moria smiled then sat down at the embankment looking at the lake and sighing softly.
"Hullo my pretty girlfriend." A voice called out and Moria smiled looking behind her to see Sirius leaning on a tree.
"Hello yourself." She teased as he walked up before sitting down with a slight grunt next to her. "So, how was Divination?"
"Well one thing about my future is clear. I will never be a psychic." He joked stated and she laughed. He grinned before capturing her chin between his index and middle finger gently. "As you can see there is no one here." He murmured and she smiled.
"Ah…you would be right." She said quietly before he drew her into a kiss. She smiled softly and then felt him suddenly grin. She knew that grin. "What are you-"
Before she had time to comprehend the situation he had picked her up and quite literally tossed her into the lake. She sat up sputtering, playfully glaring at him as he laughed. She returned the favor by throwing water at him, soaking him.
"Oh this is war woman!" He yelled out jumping into the shallow water. Moria laughed loudly scrambling to her feet, rushing away as he chased after her. It wasn't until hours later that they finally managed to get back to the Gryffindor Common Room gaining several looks as they passed by, completely and totally soaked.
It wasn't a surprise that the next day they both came down with colds.
Moria shifted in her sleep and slowly woke up, partially blinded by the light that was peeking through the blinds. She felt wetness on her cheeks and realized she had been crying. She sighed brushing under her eyes glancing down. Both Harry and Max were still asleep. Moria sighed pushing her hair back.
She missed him. She missed him terribly.
She cursed softly to herself, fingering her necklace that was resting on her chest before looking at the wedding ring. It still was there.
Chelsea had suggested taking it off…but she couldn't. No matter how much he had hurt her, no matter what had happened…she couldn't deny it.
She still loved him.
She would always love him.
That…at least that…she knew was a fact.
She awoke to crying again and blinked sleepily. It had been several weeks since Harry's nightmare, and he hadn't had one recently. This crying was different, higher-pitched, louder. She sat up and looked sleepily to where Max and Harry were. Harry, ironically, was dead asleep, oblivious to the loud wails that were in the cot directly next to him. She walked over to the cot and peered in. Max was so much like her father. He would complain just to complain. She would cry just to cry.
"Shh…shh…" Moria cooed, running Max's stomach in a calming fashion, but it did little. And it did nothing to stop her neighbors become frustrated. She looked up when there was pounding on the apartment door. Harry flinched but remained asleep and Max quieted, tears still in the corners of her eyes as Moria stood and walked over to the door and opened it, becoming face to face with her neighbor, who looked enraged, tired, and downright nasty. She heard Max stop completely, most likely to listen to the other voices.
"What time do you think it is?!" He snapped and Moria stared at him, partially glad that he still thought she understood no Italian. Thank goodness for charms. "Stop with the noise!"
"I'm sorry." She apologized. "My daughter is just having-"
"Every single night, it's the same damn thing for crying out loud!" He snarled. Moria frowned, her anger brewing.
"I'm really sorry…my daughter is just having a bad night."
"More like a bad mother." The neighbor grumbled and Moria blinked in surprise before her eyes narrowed.
"Excuse me?!" She roared and he clearly looked startled that she understood that, before his eyes narrowed. "How am I a bad mother!?"
"Mother's should know how to stop their children from crying. What's more, that boy of yours ruined my flowers yesterday-"
"You left them in the middle of the hallway!" Moria retorted.
"But having a mother who sleeps around and gets lumped with two children, it isn't a surprise that they can't be taught discipline!" the man spat out. Moria's eyes seemed to glow now.
"Tell me…do YOU have children?" She asked, her voice soft. Her neighbor seemed surprised by this.
"Of course I don't."
"Well then, if you would be ever so kind…once you give birth to one child and legally adopt your godson so you can take care of them yourself, gladly come visit me with your complaints." Moria barked before slamming the door shut. She turned around and slid to the ground, burying her head in her arms. She only looked up when she heard whimpering again and sighing, she stood up and walked back to the bedroom, and over to Max's cot, picking her one year old daughter again.
She knew that Max didn't have colic…she wasn't that stupid.
Max wanted Sirius.
Moria sighed and looked around at the small apartment. Her lease would be ending soon…and she needed a new place. She wasn't about to stay here. She just didn't know what she could do. She was 22…she needed a job…a new place…a lot of stuff.
"Ugh…Mum, Dad. Right now anything you could give me, would be a blessing." She whispered as she continued to bounce Max. Anything would be a blessing. Anything at all.
"So how's life in the land of the pasta, Angel?"
"Uncle Jacob, you REALLY aren't helping." Moria complained as she rested her head on the dining room table as Harry and Max sat watching the small television. The phone shifted in her hand as he chuckled.
"That bad, huh?"
"I got into an argument with my neighbor, who accused me of being…promiscuous."
"He accused you…of being a...SLUT?"
"Yes Uncle Jacob, thank you for that wonderful reminder." Moria thanked dryly. "How's life going in the UK?"
"Ah, the normal really. I've started dating, if you must know. But that's not why I called you…how are you? Really?"
"Stressed. I have to start looking for a place to live in, and Harry's been having issues with nightmares, and Max is just crying because she feels like it, and-"
"Is she crying just for the sake? Or is it because she wants Sirius there?" Jacob asked. Moria went silent and Jacob sighed. "What about you? I know losing your best friends, your husband, your home-"
"I get it Uncle Jacob." Moria snapped tiredly. "How do you think I feel?"
"Alone. Terrified. In need of guidance, which you probably aren't getting living in the town. I think you need to get out of the city and live in the country. Seclusion always did wonders for your parents. And you aren't really that much of a social person."
"Which is all good in theory, but buying a place in the Italian country isn't really cost efficient as those probably cost a fortune. I mean I have my mother's inheritance but..."
"Why not just use the place that your great-grandparents lived in?"
"Huh?" Moria asked in confusion, perking up. She heard Jacob chuckle on the other end.
"Yeah, your great-grandparents. Maarten's grandparents. After their son was all grown up, they moved to Rhêmes-Notre-Dame in Aosta Valley. It's the region right next to Biella. It's still in the Prescott name and everything."
"…And you didn't tell me this before because…"
"Because I thought you knew. Geez, Moria, you lived with your aunt and uncles…I thought they talked about that shit." Jacob drawled. Moria rolled her eyes.
"It never crossed my mind to ask about my great-grandparents, seeing as they had already died by the time I was born." Moria responded. "I'll ask Aunt Madge when she visits."
"Okay, Angel. Oh and tell the two rugrats that Uncle Jacob and Uncle William send them two wet willy's."
Moria laughed.
"Sure Uncle Jacob. I'll go ahead and tell them. And Uncle Jacob?"
"Hm?"
"Thanks…you always have the best advice."
"Course I do."
"As you can see, there isn't much around here after you leave the town." Madge commented as they drove through the small town. "Where the house is, in comparison the town is about thirty minutes away…that includes hospitals, schools. And that's by car. Which you don't have."
"You forget I'm a witch, Aunt Madge."
"Still…I know you want to raise Max and Harry in a good environment, but your great-grandparents were a bit reclusive. Is it really fair to them to live so far away from the town?"
"You forgot that I moved for the sole purpose of Harry being left alone." Moria reminded her aunt. "Besides…" Moria trailed off looking in the backseat at Max and Harry who were both fast asleep. Madge glanced at her niece before staring back at the road. "Besides…I might not even like it." Moria commented as she stared out into the scenery. She could see the Alps in the distance and the world seemed like she had stepped into postcard. Finally Madge stopped the car down a long driveway and she could see at the end a side of a house. Harry shifted in the sling that he was in, held to her back as Moria clutched Max to her chest. The four walked up the road and Moria stopped in surprise at the house ahead of them.
"It's huge…" she murmured. It looked like one of those medieval homes she had seen in muggle history books. It seemed to have three stories, and a long staircase on the close side where she was which led to the room upstairs. A shed was situated right next to the staircase. Though depleted looking, the yard overgrown, windows broken, in need of a serious painting job…it looked…she didn't know… beautiful in its own way.
"There's supposed to be three sheds outside, but only two of them; the one attached to the house and the one on in back to the right, is usable. The third one collapsed after Granny died."
"Why so many?"
"One was Granny's gardening shed and another was Pop's hobby shed. The third one was just the general yard and knick-knack stuff." Madge explained. "Now I know since we own the place, the rent is free." Madge continued as she grunted, trying to force the front door open. It finally did with an unholy screech and the two women entered. "But the amount for repairs and refurnishing would be really pricey." She argued as they entered what looked like to be a living room. The wood floors look rotted and another stair well lay to the left of them, leading up to the second floor.
"Keep your shoes on. I don't know what's living in here." Madge offered as Moria began to explore. Harry shifted sleepily in her on her back, but remained asleep. She saw a porch to her right as Mable began to force the sliding doors open. To her left were a dining room and a kitchen, also filled with rotted wood, and windows that had no glass.
"It's really debilitated, but electricity and water can still run, which is good I guess." Madge said looking out in the overgrown backyard. "There's a stream nearby, if I remember correctly…but like I said, a lot of people don't live this far away."
"So the neighborhood?" Moria asked as she looked up the stairs. Madge followed her niece's movements as they slowly made their way up the steps to the second floor. Two bedrooms was on this floor, and at the end of the hall was a bathroom that she could see a large amount of tiles were missing. Madge laughed at her niece's question.
"Neighborhood? There are probably a few people who live around you, but they're probably just as reclusive as Granny and Pop…and the townspeople don't go this far up. Like I said Granny and Pop were reclusive as they got older." Madge informed. The two women went up to the third floor and Moria saw that this place had probably been used either as an attic that had a bathroom in the corner, or where her father and siblings would stay during their visits. Glancing at Madge confirmed her suspicions.
Finally the pair walked down, Moria still holding Harry and Max. Madge continued to walk.
"Why don't we go look somewhere else? Around the town would be more practical-"
"Nah…I'll take this place."
"Huh?" Madge asked, turning around fully to look at her niece as though she had lost her mind. Moria offered a small smile as she ran her hand over the front door frame.
"I said I'll take this place."
Madge stared at her niece and then let out a weak groan, as though she already knew this.
"Could you be ANYMORE like your father?"
Moria merely smiled.
Harry shifted and realized to his surprise that he was lying on his travel cot, Max curled up next to him. Blinking he sat up and rubbed his eyes, and looked around. This wasn't the old hotel they were staying in after they had moved out of the apartment. This wasn't even Great-auntie Madge's rental car. He was lying on a closed in porch of an old house, whose door's had been shoved open, allowing a soft warm breeze to filter through.
"Tii Momo?" He called out sleepily.
"I'm right here, Harry." A soft voice called out and he turned to see Moria sitting on the porch, her feet dangling off the edge.
"Where are we?" Harry asked and Moria smiled.
"Our new house."
Harry looked around and gave Moria a disbelieving look and she laughed.
"It will need a little bit of elbow grease, but this place will be home. Promise." She declared. Harry then offered a bright smile which grew bigger at the prospect of this being home. It beat having the cramped apartment with mean neighbors that always yelled at them. He glanced out into the overgrown yard and Moria smiled.
"Go on. You can go explore." She informed and he slid off the porch, laughing happily. Max woke up soon after and blinked looking around. She clambered onto her feet and went over to a beam of the porch, watching as Harry ran around, looking at an old shed that its' foundation had slid to the side a bit, slanting the building.
"It crooked! It crooked!" Harry declared wildly as he ran around the yard, going to the other side where the debris of a third building, most likely a third shed, and half the side of it was completely covered by grass…only a part of the tiled roof was still visible. He stopped in confusion.
"What's that?" He yelled out, but didn't give Moria time to answer as he ran up and scrambled up the non-grassy tiled floor, before sliding down it. Max continued to hesitantly watch Harry, perfectly content at staying on that porch. That is until a lizard crawled its way up past her hand. She let out a slight yelp and toddled to her mother, curling up to Moria who laughed softly and ran her hand over Max's head.
"So? What do you think?"
"I like it!" Harry yelled out, still running around in circles. Max seemed to be a bit less receptive of the place, but nonetheless nodded. It was a few weeks later when trio received some visitors.
Moria at first didn't notice them as she pulled out some more rotted wood on the bottom floor, tossing it into the pile nearby. Only when she heard the gravel of the road crackle around her did she look up, grabbing her wand and going over to the front of the home. She blinked in surprise.
"Wha…Uncle Will? Uncle Jacob?" She called out and then looked in surprise as Martin, Monroe, Mitchell, and Madge stepped out of the two cars. A pop and a lot of cursing came a few seconds later and she was surprised to see the Ellesmere's, Wulfric holding a rotted book, appear.
"You know, portkey's seem to make the world easier." Jacob grumbled as he stretched his back. "It beats the flight and drive we had to do."
"What are you all doing here?" Moria asked in surprise as Max and Harry hid behind her legs. William gave a grin.
"You think we would let you fend for yourself in the Prescott family home makeover?" Jacob asked, patting Moria on the shoulder. "Please." Moria glanced at him suspiciously her hand never leaving where her wand was. William seemed to notice.
"You wet the bed until you were three and then would literally sit on the toilet all night to make sure you didn't wet it ever again." He informed and Moria flushed but slowly moved her hand down from the wand.
"Couldn't you have said something different?" Moria asked under her breath.
"Well I could have, but what fun would have that been?" William asked and Moria rolled her eyes before looking over at her maternal family. "You came as well?"
"Why not?" Cepheus asked with a grin. "We were all in need of a vacation. And our kids can keep Harry and Max out of your hair." He added, motioning towards his daughters, Wulfric's son and daughter, and Mathilde's son. Moria stared at him as though to make sure he wasn't kidding before she looked at Harry and Max and offered them a bright smile.
"Well looks like we're going to have some more helpers." Moria responded and the two toddlers grinned.
"So what brought you all here?" Moria asked as she retrieved the wood step that Monroe was pulling up. Her uncle offered a smile as he looked at her.
"Jacob and William really. Madge came back telling us you were getting this place and they essentially lobbied to get us all here. It wouldn't have been hard to convince us, but they were adamant."
"And the Ellesmere's?" Moria asked.
"They were a bit more difficult to actually locate, but they were open to the idea." Monroe responded with a grunt as he pulled a rather stubborn step up. "So what did you manage to fix up?"
"I managed to get the bedroom floor all done, and the roof isn't leaking anymore and I managed to fix the attic floor. Once Harry and Max are old enough, and if they want separate bedrooms, I can make that their bedroom." She explained, counting off what she had done. "After the stairs were done I was headed to the kitchen."
"You managed quite well by yourself."
"Ah…the wonders of a little…magic…and staying up for a few nights." She teased and her uncle chuckled. He looked up and had to laugh at the several areas that he knew were mended.
"Dare I ask what happened?"
"You ever had centipedes falling from the ceiling onto your head?" Moria asked and he burst out laughing.
"She misses him."
Wulfric looked up from the room that he and Cepheus were working on and looked back down at his work, flicking his wand to repair a broken floor beam.
"Hm?"
"Don't 'hm' me. Sirius. She misses Sirius."
"That doesn't surprise me." Wulfric replied as the pair walked out of the room and went to the bathroom. "Those two were essentially attached to the hip. Anyone like that would be devastated by a loss that she went through."
"And yet you don't do anything."
"In the Ministry's eyes, what Sirius did or didn't do is already said and done with. You know that I already tried, and Crouch literally threatened to hex me." Wulfric explained. "Even if I did manage, what proof would I have?"
"Sirius could always-"
"I'm the uncle of Sirius's wife, Cepheus…they won't give me Veritaserum, and it's illegal to smuggle it out. And if I did and gave it to him, do you really think that they would believe him? Crouch would just see another crime to add to Sirius's record and would dismiss it completely."
Cepheus cursed. "He should be here…Moria's an excellent mum…but even she'll need help eventually. And she won't let him go."
"I know…but what can we do? She's Mable in spirit." Wulfric responded as he repaired the broken sink. "She'll be stubborn as hell and won't budge. That's all part of her charm."
It had been several weeks since her family had come down to visit her and help out. It had been fun…interesting…so many things. She had learned more about her family, her maternal side, her mother. For the first time in a year, remembering the past didn't seem to be painful. They had left a week or so ago, and she was finishing up cleaning. As she ran a cloth over a wood beam, she became aware of deliberate notches. She bent down a bit and observed it a bit closer.
Martin, Age 10
Mitchel, Age 9
Madge, Age 8
Monroe, Age 7
Maarten, Age 5
Malcolm, Age 5
She stared at the notches and it dawned on her that this had been how tall her father had been each time he had visited. Nimbly she scanned upward and saw that the last time he had done so, was around when he had been 16.
"Max, Harry." She called out and she heard two pairs of tiny feet rush towards her and seconds later, Max and Harry arrived. She offered a smile and gestured to the pole. "Come here. And let me measure you two."
Tentatively they did so and Harry stood proud and tall as Moria scratched a new notch into the wood. He moved away and Max did the same and she repeated the movement. She smiled.
"Look Harry, you're the same size as my father when he was three. You're so tall." She congratulated and he flushed. "And you Max, are the same size as…my aunt Madge when she was 1 as well." She cooed and Max flushed, hiding her head into Harry's shoulder. She smiled and then stood up.
"Well, you two go and get ready. We're going to go visit Chelsea soon." She reminded and Harry and Max grinned.
Chelsea looked up from where sat on the couch of her flat as she heard the sound of the floo, Mheetu's tiny head shot up before bolting into the bedroom, most likely to hide under the bed. Aslana and Ashes however just continued basking in the sunlight, not even shifting. Chelsea rolled her eyes at her cats before standing and going to the kitchen, and glanced in. Her look of confusion changed to a bright smile as Harry, Max, and Moria were stepping out of the fireplace and Moria was patting the soot off of the children. The two children held in their tiny hands, two small bags of cookies which they lifted up to the other woman, smiling brightly.
"Oh what lovely looking cookies. You two must be so proud of yourselves." Chelsea said allowing them inside. The children blushed at the compliment before scampering in and placing the cookies onto the dinner table that Chelsea owned. They then began to run around playing with Aslana who was scampering around happily, excited at the new guests. Ashes, as expected, made no movement preferring to ignore the annoying toddlers.
"So…how is everything?" Chelsea asked glancing at Moria. Moria offered a small smile.
"It's fine." She said. Chelsea glanced at her left hand and Moria sighed. "Chelsea, please…don't bring it up again."
"Moria. What if he never gets out?" Chelsea asked and Moria stilled. "Are you really going to just stay waiting for him?" she continued and Moria was quiet. "It's noble to do that, but Moria-!"
"Chelsea…please, drop it." Moria said and Chelsea sighed realizing that it was a lost cause.
"I hope that I manage to find a guy that I will wait for if anything happens to him." Chelsea said and Moria smirked. "So…anything new?"
"…I've been thinking."
"Yes?"
"The age limit to start training as an auror in Italy is 24 and since I'm 22…"
"…Yes?" Chelsea remarked, staring at Moria in confusion. Then realization slapped her in the face. "You can't be serious."
"Sirius is my husband and- OW!" she yelped as she was smacked upside the head.
"I doubt that even James or Remus would resist hitting you upside the head for that horrible joke." Chelsea grumbled. "But seriously? An Auror?"
"Yeah."
"Why?!"
"Because I want to make a difference." Moria responded. "I was a healer in England, and look at what that brought me. I lost my two best friends, and my husband in one swoop. And to be honest…I'm not sure if it was even me that wanted to be a healer or…or I was trying to do so to apologize to Logan for not making it for his dream." Moria explained with a sigh. She offered a spiteful smirk. "Chelsea…can you please just be there if I do go ahead and try?" She asked. Chelsea stared at her and then sighed.
"Oh alright." She grumbled and Moria smiled.
"Harry, Mummy said not to play with Ashes." Max said watching as the boy got closer and closer to the aged cat.
"I'm not gonna play with her. I'm gonna pet her." He said as though that made sense. Max however looked apprehensive. Harry however ignored her nervousness and continued to crusade of petting the aged cat. Ashes let a low growl out, warning the boy to move away. Harry continued to ignore the obvious signs that this wasn't a good idea and advanced.
"Harry, this would be why I told you not to bug Ashes. She has a penchant for being mean." Moria remarked when they got home. Harry winced as she dabbed the three small scratches on his face before kissing them and placing a bandaid on each. Harry rubbed the corners of his eyes, brushing away the tears. Moria smiled calmly, ruffling his hair.
"How about a cookie?" she asked and he nodded causing her to grin. Apparently cookies solved everything for the little boy. She grunted as she picked him up, Max clutching her pant leg as she followed apparently wanting a cookie as well.
"Okay you two. Which cookie shape do you want?" she asked the two.
"Deer!" Harry exclaimed, pointing at a sugar cookie excitedly.
"Dog!" Max said, pointing at a chocolate chip cookie just as excited and Moria held back a laugh before handing the cookies to the small children, who began to eat them happily. She looked up at the window and offered a soft breath. The future was just around the corner.
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Yeah single mother...
But Max and Harry are so cute
I just wonder much from Moira's perspective which is not bad as she's the main hero, but I just wonder if there will be Sirius' perspective?
Well I'll find out it soon, next chapter probably.