Amara Potter sat in shock as she stared at Silverclaw, she was married, and she had money a lot of money.

"I'm sorry. What?"

"Have you not received any of the letters we have sent."

"You sent letters? The first letter I got was from Hogwarts!"

Silverclaw narrowed his eyes, "I'm guessing someone has been stopping you mails."

The twelve year old sat there in shock her head bent down practically shaking.

"I have just informed your husband and your mother in law they should be here soon. They have been looking for you." He continued.

"I-I.."

But before she could even begin to speak two people who screamed power with an aura of superiority around them walked in.

A women who's hair had been tied up and a young boy by her side who was likely only a year older than her, but much taller.

The woman's eyes landed on her and she smiled brightly at the girl, her eyes were full of warmth and love.

Amara liked it.

But the boy was just staring at her coldly.

"Hi." She whispered in a small voice.

The woman's eyes trailed her open hair with a small frown, and the boy looked anywhere but there.
She didn't understand it.

"My dear why is you hair down?"

"What?"

"It's custom that a witch's hair remains tied up, at all times unless they are with a very close friend or family."

"I I didn't know. I'm sorry." Her lowered her head her arms wrapped around herself, practically trembling.

The woman sighed softly, "should I tie it for you."

"Please." She whispered softly.

Im moments time her hair had been braided beautiful.

"Thank you."

She placed a gentle hand on her cheek and Amara flinched scared to get hurt.
This got the boys attention.

"Why did you flinch." He demanded.

"Aries." The woman sighed softly.

"Mother but she! You think she's going to hurt you."

"I-"

"She won't! So stop listening to rumours that are all..."

"I don't even know what rumours you are talking about!" She snapped, "ok! I've Ben her for fifteen minutes and I just found out that I'm fucking married! And at the age one one! I mean that's not even legal! And it turns out I have money and I- I." A soft son escaped the girls lips as she hung her head down and buried her face in her hands.

"Amara where did you grow up?" The woman questioned softly.

"With her aunt and uncle." Silverclaw commented, "and she has received none of the letters anyone sent, we were lucky that I saw her entering the bank along with the Weasleys."

The woman nodded her head in acceptance, while the son rolled his eyes at the mention of the Red haired family.

"And how were you treated there?" The woman continued, lifting her head softly.

"I'm a freak! I'm a nobody." The girl cried out.

Aries stared at her with an unreadable expression. His fists were clenched.

"Now my child that is not true."

"It is."

The woman pulled the crying girl in a hug as she rubbed her back soothingly, letting her cry.