▬▬▬▬▬ CHAPTER ELEVEN ▬▬▬▬▬

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ESMERELDA SPENT CHRISTMAS AND THE New Years in the Fields of Punishment with her dad, strategizing and theorizing about Peter Pettigrew. She quickly learned that her dad was sharp, like child-of-Athena level smart. Why didn't she inherit his brains? That was so unfair.

Today was the last day of her winter break. Regulus was aware of it since he had been tense and sad all day, as if he would never see her again. She had already promised that she would visit him soon, but the uncertainty in his eyes didn't waver.

"What happened to your hair, Esmerelda?" He asked suddenly.

She froze.

"You have a streak of white—no, grey, right over there..." He trailed off, pointing at it with his brows furrowed in confusion.

She nervously picked at her jeans. "Oh, uh, well, it just happened last summer."

"'It just happened', you say? So this was something you had no control over?" He asked suspiciously. He was freakishly sharp and observant, much to her chagrin.

"My friend said it was because of stress," she mumbled, shrugging. "Homework and stuff."

His eyes narrowed even more. "You were doing homework over summer break?"

If the Underworld wasn't so cold, she would've been sweating buckets right now. Swallowing thickly, she looked over at him and smiled nervously. "Yeah, um, I wasn't doing so well in my second year so I had to do summer school to make up for it."

"Hogwarts doesn't offer summer school." He stated. "That's a muggle thing."

She gnawed on the inside of her lip, avoiding his stare.

He sighed. "You should remember that I attended Hogwarts too."

Oh shit, she had completely forgotten.

"You should also learn to lie better, dear." He smirked at her. She was a terrible liar, which was so... Hufflepuff of her.

He was still reeling at the fact that his own daughter was a Hufflepuff but... to be honest, he actually quite preferred that. While he thought Slytherin was the best house, he wouldn't want to have his kid there. He knew from first-hand experience that they could be rather nasty and cunning and his daughter was much too soft for that. Gryffindors were also awful; they were loud, brash, and more stupidly suicidal than brave. And the Ravenclaw House was full of uppity know-it-alls. So really, Hufflepuff was better for her because it had the least bad influences.

Esmerelda's face reddened at being caught. "I was, uh, um—" She stammered.

See? Had she been in any of the other houses, she would've known how to lie better.

He lifted a hand to stop her. "I won't pressure you to tell me the truth right now. I'll either found out later... or you'll tell me willingly."

She was never going to tell him about her kidnapping. He didn't really need to know about that little... facet of her life, right? Plus, it wasn't like he would ever find out... He couldn't be that sharp.

A few hours passed and it was around time for Hogwarts students to arrive back at school. Regretfully, she rose to her feet.

"I... I need to head back," she mumbled.

His face fell. "Oh..."

"I'll keep visiting you, so I won't be gone forever." She reassured him. "Um... I'll see you later." The word 'dad' was on the tip of her tongue, but it didn't seem quite right for now. With one last smile, she left the Fields of Punishment and Mist traveled to the throne room of Hades' Palace. She had yet to ask him for permission to leave since she was too nervous to do so, for very understandable reasons. 

Hades and Persephone were already on their respective thrones when she appeared, and she tried not to shrink at the goddess' vicious stare. She briefly wondered what she had done to earn her ire. 

"Esmerelda," Hades' rumble brought her back to reality. He was staring at her boredly. "If you're here to ask for a raise—"

"—Oh no, no, no, sir," she laughed nervously. "It's not that. I, um, well, winter break is going to be over soon and I was wondering if I could... leave?" The last word came out as a squeak as his stare intensified into a glare.

"You wish to leave?" He asked, glaring.

She tried not to shrink a little. "N-no, it's just that I n-need to go back to school—"

"—School?" He repeated incredulously.

"Y-yes sir," she answered in a small voice. "M-mortals still have to attend school at this age. Demigods too."

"No," he denied immediately. "You are to stay in the Underworld unless I give you permission to leave, and you do not have my permission." 

Persephone, surprisingly, was backing her up on this. 

"You cannot keep her here forever," she said, giving him an icy look. 

He winced, "My love—"

"—Do not think I'm clueless to your plans, dear husband. Let the girl go." 

Hades seethed, but Persephone didn't falter. He grumbled something under his breath before glaring back at Esmerelda. 

"Fine." He gritted out. 

She blinked once, then twice. Did she hear him right?

"I will allow you to return," he said begrudgingly. "But you are still my attendant. If I call on you, I expect you to answer. I am being generous here, godling, do you understand me?"

She nodded furiously. "Yes sir! Thank you for this!"

He grunted, then waved her away. With a relieved grin, she turned and walked out of the room, unaware of his stare following her every move until the doors shut. Once she was finally gone, Hades allowed himself to sink into his throne and rubbed his forehead.

Of all the souls... he thought.

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Esmerelda had a surprise waiting for her when she came back to Hogwarts. The second Professor Sprout saw her, she was greeted with a hug before being ushered away to an empty corridor.

"So... the Underworld, huh?" The older woman said. "You're really working there?"

"I couldn't just say 'no' to the Lord of the Dead," she shrugged. "Plus, the pay is really good. I don't understand what Charon's complaining about... Anyways, what did I miss?"

"You received a present on Christmas," Professor Sprout said in a hushed voice. "It was found under the Christmas tree in the common room, addressed to you. We checked it for any hexes or jinks, but it's entirely clean. Still suspicious though..."

"A present?" She blinked in confusion. "Who gave me a present?"

"There's no name on it other than yours. But it also came with letter. Here, let me give it to you." She pulled two things out of her satchel, a folded up letter and... a stuffed bunny? It was small, probably small enough for a baby to hold so she had no idea why anyone would give it to a teenage girl.

Nevertheless, she took both things anyway. She opened up the letter first and was greeted with typed print.

Hello, Antichrist!

I hope you haven't been doing any satanic things lately! Haha, just kidding (or was I?).

I'm sorry about the lame Christmas present. I didn't really know what you'd like so I settled with this stuffed bunny. Do you recognize it? You nearly killed me for stepping on it once upon a time, but don't worry, I already forgave you.

Stay safe!

Sincerely,

The bloke you nearly stabbed

"Do you know who it could be from?" Professor Sprout asked once she finished reading the typed up letter.

Esmerelda shook her head. "I mean, I've stabbed a lot of people before. It could literally be anyone."

"Ah," she said weakly.

"But this is weird. I don't remember owning this..." Esmerelda murmured, staring intently at the stuffed bunny she was gifted with. It was cute, but really old. The color of it's once white fur had faded away into a sort of dull beige and one of it's eyes was nearly falling off due to the weak stitches.

"I also don't remember anyone calling me the Antichrist," she snickered a little as she recalled the letter.

"What does that even mean?" Professor Sprout wondered aloud.

"Oh this guy basically thinks I'm the most evil thing on the planet," she answered dismissively.

Professor Sprout paled.

Esmerelda folded the letter back up and smiled at her. "Thanks for telling me about this, Professor, and for checking it for curses and stuff. I don't think whoever sent this meant any harm."

Professor Sprout nodded slowly, but still looked uncertain. "Alright, if you're sure..."

When Esmerelda made it to her dorm room, she noticed she was the only one there. The rest of her roommates had yet to arrive, so she used this as a chance to shift into her animagus form. Once she was a puppy, she sniffed the letter and stuffed bunny.

The first scent that came to her was... a dog? A really dirty dog, she added. And then she smelled it, hidden behind all that stench. It smelled like a human, but she didn't recognize the scent. Not knowing what else to do, she shifted back into a human and placed her gifts on the bedside.

School resumed to normalcy and she could see that even Harry had somewhat recovered from what he learned before break. The new broom he got—a Firebolt just like the one she bought for Ted—seemed to have uplift his mood though he was now stuck in yet another argument between Ron and Hermione.

Esmerelda couldn't allow herself to relax. She still needed to find her uncle and maybe Peter too. She really wanted to tell Dumbledore and the staff what she had discovered, but Regulus had disagreements about that...

"No, you can't tell them about me," he said with a shake of his head.

She frowned at him. "But—"

"—Esmerelda, please," he practically begged. "I don't want them to know about me. About all this..." He motioned to his surroundings.

Her eyes widened in realization. "O-oh... Of course then, I'll keep this to myself..."

He didn't want anyone to know... because he was ashamed of himself. 

So yeah. She couldn't go to Dumbledore to explain, so she had to find some other way to clear her uncle's name. Good thing she was used to working by herself for things like this...

"Esmerelda..." A deep voice trailed off. Several of the students around her stiffened in fear as the Bloody Baron approached and they all started scuttling away in fear, leaving the two alone. 

"Hey," she greeted him, trying to wipe the exhaustion from her eyes. 

The Bloody Baron said nothing and continued to regard her, but there was something off about him. He looked almost... wary for her, like he was afraid or something. Now that she thought about it, ever since she came back from the Underworld, she had been getting frightened and/or concerned looks from the other ghosts too, but they had also stopped approaching her for reasons unknown. 

"Is something wrong?" She asked worriedly. 

"It's you," he said, the wary, uncertain look not disappearing. "Have you done something to yourself?" 

She frowned in confusion. "Uh, no? I mean, I haven't been taking good care of myself lately to be honest, but... but that's not what's wrong, is it?" 

The Blood Baron floated around her, as if trying to locate whatever was wrong. "You have always had a certain... powerful aura around you, but something is... off now. You feel stronger. More authoritative. It makes us ghost feel... weaker... afraid." 

This only made her frown deepen. "What—what do you mean?"

"Us ghosts have always felt something about you when we draw closer. You can make us feel submissive, but we are usually able to ignore it... but now..." He mimicked her frown. "Now it has grown stronger. We cannot go near you without feeling as if we should bow down and obey your word. It frightens us."

It took her at least three seconds to realize what was happening to them. 

It was the Underworld—or to be more specific, what her visit to the Underworld had done. As the daughter of Hecate, she always had good control over the dead but her visit to the Underworld must have increased it to the point that even the ghosts in Hogwarts felt submissive just from being near her. Plus, they were a part of her mother's world so they were being effected by it twice as much as a regular ghost.  

She opened her mouth, but then remembered that she couldn't exactly explain all of that to them. 

"I'm sorry," she apologized instead. "I promise, I never meant to do this to any of you guys, this was never my intention. I—I'll try my best to control this, I swear!" 

"Please do," he croaked. "This... whatever has happened to you... it is not normal." 

And with that, he floated away, almost too quickly as if he wanted to get away from her. Esmerelda was left standing alone, wondering if there was even a way to fix this. 

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There was no fixing this. The Underworld had left it's mark on her, and it was making the ghosts grow uneasy. It had gotten to the point that whatever relationship she had with them, was now officially cut. They had grown too scared of her now, and even Professor Binns seemed to tremble in fear whenever she entered the classroom. 

About a month passed and it was the time Gryffindor's match against Ravenclaw. Since she wasn't as interested with Quidditch, she went to the Underworld to visit her dad but he practically ordered her to watch the game so she could tell him all about how 'Gryffindor got their arses kicked' and was even offended when she called Quidditch boring.

"You're going to the game and that's final," he said sternly.

And that was how she found herself sitting at the stands with the rest of her Hufflepuff friends.

"I can't wait to see the Firebolt in action," Cedric said dreamily beside her.

She groaned. "You too? Why is everyone so obsessed with that broom?" First Ted, then Harry, and now Cedric too?

He looked at her as if she had grown two additional heads. "Have you gone mad? The Firebolt is currently the fastest broom in the world! Imagine if I had that... Merlin, I'd be able to catch a Snitch in seconds...!"

She rolled his eyes as he started daydreaming to himself. A wide, dreamy smile on his ridiculously handsome face. Sometimes she thought Cedric could qualify as a himbo. These were one of those times.

On the field, both teams lifted off and the game began.

"They're off, and the big excitement this match is the Firebolt that Harry Potter is flying for Gryffindor. According to Which Broomstick, the Firebolt's going to be the broom of choice for the national teams at this year's World Championship—"

"—Jordan, would you mind telling us what's going on in the match?" Professor McGonagall interrupted.

"Right you are, Professor—just giving a bit of background information—the Firebolt, incidentally, has a built-in auto-brake and—"

"—Jordan!"

"Okay, okay, Gryffindor in possession, Katie Bell of Gryffindor heading for goal..."

Harry flew past Katie with the Ravenclaw Seeker, Cho Chang tailing behind him.

Esmerelda grinned and nudged Cedric on the side. "Hey Ced, isn't that the girl you have a MASSIVE CRUSH on?" She asked loudly.

Immediately, his face, neck, and ears reddened. "Oh my god, Essie, shut up!" He hissed under his breath, glancing around warily. Luckily for him, everyone was either too busy paying attention to the game or all the loud cheering kept them from hearing what she had said.

"You should ask her out after the game," she suggested.

If it was possible, his cheeks flared even more. "Like, if she wins?"

She shrugged. "It'll go well either way. Ask for a congratulatory date or something. Even if she loses, you can still go up to her and 'comfort' her a little—" She said with quotation marks and he groaned at her. "And then you can ask her out!"

"What if she says no?" He asked in a quieter voice.

She rose a brow. "I thought you said she might like you?"

"That was just me trying to make myself feel better!" He cried out.

"Didn't you say that sometimes you'd catch her and her friends looking at you and giggling?" She pointed out.

"They could've been making fun of me. Like... I dunno, what if I had spinach stuck to my teeth?" He said miserably.

"Or they could be teasing Cho about her crush on you," she said wisely. "You know, like what I'm doing to you right now."

"...Okay fine," he finally breathed out. "I-I'll ask her. After the game. But if you're wrong—"

Whatever he was about to say was cut short by Professor McGonagall's screeching. "JORDAN! ARE YOU BEING PAID TO ADVERTISE FIREBOLTS? GET ON WITH THE COMMENTARY!"

Both of them winced.

"But if you're wrong," Cedric continued. "Then..." He thought about it for a while before his face lit up wickedly. "Then I'll tell Professor Sprout that you set a table on fire."

Her jaw dropped at his audacity. "That was my way of motivation and you just—"

"—Dementor!" Someone from the stands shrieked and they both snapped their heads back to the game. There were three dementors floating underneath Harry, looking right at him, but something was off about them. They didn't have the same wispy black edges and they looked more solid...

Harry was undeterred. He whipped his wand out and pointed it at the dementors. She watched as he shouted something she couldn't hear, and bright white light shot out and formed into a stag. It headed for the three dementors who panicked and nearly fell off their... brooms?

"Slytherins," Cedric grumbled.

Draco and his two friends, Crabbe and Goyle, and the Slytherin team captain, Marcus Flint, had disguised themselves as dementors.

I can't believe I gave him cake, Esmerelda shook her head in disappointment.

Oh well. At least after this she could return to her dad and smugly tell him that Gryffindors had won the game.

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The days of normalcy ended when the news of Ron's attack spread throughout the castle. Apparently, Neville (poor guy) left a list of passwords lying around and Sirius came across it. He was able to enter the Gryffindor dorms and tried to kill Ron with a name before fleeing when Ron started screaming. Esmerelda honestly had no idea why someone who was supposed to be innocent would try to kill a kid, but maybe spending twelve years in Azkaban made him lose some of his sanity.

She could almost hear her dad's voice snidely telling her that Sirius never had any sanity to begin with and snorted to herself. As much as he refused to call themselves brothers, he certainly liked to insult him like a brother would.

But anyways, after hearing about what happened to Ron, she gained a sudden... idea. It was actually pretty brilliant! 

After quickly eating her dinner (which was so small it could barely count as a meal), she left the great hall and Mist traveled over to the Gryffindor common room. It took her a while, but she managed to find Ron's dorm room (there was a plaque with their names on it right on the door).

Shifting into her animagus form, she walked around the room and found Ron's bed. It was most likely the one with the empty rat cage right next to it. She sniffed around until a foul stench hit her nose.

Dirty dog, with strange hints of human behind it. But wait, hadn't she smelled this exact same scent from her Christmas present?

Her eyes widened with realization. Sirius Black gave her that present. Which meant... she actually tried to stab him as a baby?

Wow, she thought, slightly impressed with herself. Though she did wonder why he would call her the 'Antichrist'...

She scampered over to the window where she heard Ron say her uncle escaped from. Shifting back into a human, she Mist traveled right outside before transforming back into an animagus. It was so annoying that she couldn't use her magic in that form...

She sniffed around for the same scent again. She wasn't used to using her dog nose to track someone down, but surely she'd get the hang of it soon...

After about an hour, she was led to the edges of the forbidden forest where the scent was intermingled with all the other scents of different creatures.

Well... she thought tiredly. Goodbye sleep.

Thankfully she left a note in her dorm that she would be out studying late at the library in case she didn't return by the time they were done with dinner.

With that thought in mind, she doggy-ran into the forest and resumed her search.

She was practically seething with rage after about five hours passed. It was midnight, she was hungry, tired, nearly trampled on by numerous magical creatures, chased around for about a mile by a bunch of nasty monsters, and her silky black fur was covered in mud... If she didn't find Sirius Black soon she was going to strangle someone.

Her overworked nose finally found a strong scent and she didn't hesitate to run towards it, only to ram into yet another animal. When she shook herself off, she found herself staring into the eyes of a humongous black dog.

Why the hell couldn't this be my animagus form, this is so unfair... She couldn't help but think.

She barked at if as if to say 'sorry for running into you, if you'll excuse me now' only to pause mid-turn when she realized the smell was coming from the dog.

The dog... was Sirius Black? Had she messed up somehow? Oh she was going to snap. She did not just spend five hours suffering through the forest just to follow the wrong scent!

The massive dog before her tilted it's head in confusion when she suddenly let out an agonized scream and slammed her head into a tree out of pure rage. She was boiling with anger. All this effort and time wasted and she even lost sleep over this!

The dog approached her but backed away when she snarled aggressively at it. She may have been small, but she looked like a complete lunatic so the dog wisely left the scene.

Fuming, Esmerelda left the area before shifting into a human and Mist traveling back to the dorm. She needed a shower.

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"—been months and I can't find him anywhere!" Esmerelda lamented, throwing her head back into the wall of her father's prison cell.

Regulus winced when he heard the loud thud sound she made when her cranium hit the wall and he refrained the urge to go fetch her an ice pack. Not like he even had any in here...

"Are you alright...?" He asked her unsurely. Not because she banged her head on the wall, but because she had been looking worse as the months passed by. 

According to her, it was June now and she had been searching for his wayward brother for the past six months with no success. Perhaps he shouldn't have asked her to take up the task... There were dark bags under her eyes and because she was so deathly pale now, the lack of sleep was noticeable.

Or maybe it was because of how much time she was spending in the Underworld. He knew she was still working here, but she was coming in more often just to visit him. While he appreciated it and really, really enjoyed the visits, the Underworld was no place for a child, and a living one at that.

He knew staying in the Underworld wouldn't kill her, but it surely looked like it was. Every visit she'd look paler and paler to the point where her skin was almost as white as his and he was dead. She was also growing more attuned with the Underworld's chilling weather since she was now walking around in denim shorts or dresses or skirts (he really disapproved of Muggle fashion, but at least his daughter still made herself look somewhat ladylike and appropriate).

Or (there were so many possibilities why she looked so sick, or maybe it was a combination of all of them) it could be because she was constantly Mist traveling back and forth such long distances. He was very aware of how tiring it was, and he doubted her body had yet to grown use to the distances she had to travel. There was even a time where she Mist traveled straight into his cell only to fall face first and stay unconscious for several days (that part worried him greatly). 

There were even some days where she would look like she was... fading, sort of. Her image would flicker, and the edges of her body would look... misty. 

"Oh, I'm alright," she assured him. "I've just been busy lately... With the tutoring, extra homework, studying, and Lord Hades is driving me up the wall about learning how to use Excel—I hate numbers so this is torture for me—and—and—"

"—Maybe you should take a nap." He strongly suggested.

"Later," she shook her head. "I still have about... er, five minutes before Transfiguration starts. I want to stay here for the time being."

It always warmed Regulus' literally dead heart to hear that his daughter would like to spend her time with him. But right now she looked like she would be better off with a nap and a month long vacation (paid, preferably, because having his fourteen year old daughter working was already bad enough, she should at least be paid during long breaks).

"Five minutes isn't quite a lot of time," he pointed out.

"I don't mind being late," she said, which made him internally shake his head.

"You should. Especially since this is your exam week." He said sternly. He wished he could appear more stern to her, but he was pretty much only four years older. And he was dead, so there was that.

"But—"

"—Go to class," he said sternly.

"But dad—!" She whined only to freeze up once the last word left her lips.

He froze too.

"U-uh, you're right, I should go to class, bye!" She spluttered under one breath before Mist traveling away.

Esmerelda was still shocked with herself by the time transfiguration class started. She had called him 'dad' and while he was her actual dad, their relationship was still pretty new. He had been dead since she was a baby and she only met him just a few months ago. They had bonded and she did learn to see the good in him, but it was still...

Gods, she didn't even know how to describe it.

"—merelda? Miss Esmerelda?"

The person sitting beside her elbowed her under the desk.

Esmerelda looked up. "U-uh, sorry?"

Professor McGonagall gave her an unimpressed look. "I told the class to get their quills and parchment out for written portion of the exam. We are all waiting on you, Miss Esmerelda."

Her cheeks flushed. "Oh, right, right. Sorry..." She did as she was told and tried to focus on the exam.

Most of the questions were about animagus, with a few added inputs that it was illegal to attempt to do it without informing the Ministry (a jab to Esmerelda, no doubt).

Esmerelda lazily answered each question when something clicked in her head.

Hadn't Remus told her that his friends became illegal animagus in order to help him through full moons?

The scent in Ron's room. The dog from the forest. The DOG—!

The pencil in her hand snapped.

Her jaw dropped in realization. She hadn't been wrong at all! She followed the right scent! Sirius Black was an animagus and his form was the goddamn dog she found in the forest!

She gripped her hair and let out a scream of frustration that nobody could comprehend.

The sudden silence that greeted her made her remember that she was still in the middle of a lesson.

"M-Miss Esmerelda...?" Professor McGonagall stammered while everyone stared at her wide-eyed.

She looked up, seconds away from crying, and forced a chuckle. "Oh, sorry. Haha... just some test anxiety. Don't mind me..."

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The second her transfiguration exam was over, she bolted for the door, ignoring all the looks she was gaining from her classmates and very concerned teacher. She went straight for the forest and shifted into her animagus form.

Alright, all I have to do is sniff around for a really dirty dog. Can't be too hard, she told herself.

Except it was too hard.

She didn't have the scent entirely memorized so she was pretty much running around the forest aimlessly in dog form.

Hours had passed since the search started. She had missed dinner by now and she was so hungry she was ready to clamp her jaws into the nearest creature she could find. She really felt like she was losing her mind from all of this.

WHERE IS SIRIUS BLACK!? She mentally screamed after nearly getting trampled to death by a stampede of centaurs. She was seriously about to kill something if she didn't find him soon.

And then finally, she heard a bark...

Whirling around wildly, she hurried over to the sound of the bark and spotted the dirty black dog. He was in the middle of eating an unfortunate bunny when she reached him. He dropped the small carcass on the ground once he spotted her.

Without wasting another second she shifted back to a human and ignored the way his jaw dropped. She ripped out her new brooch and held out her labrys.

"Hi there! You must be my uncle. Nice to meet you," she smiled widely, aiming the blade at him. "Now shift back. I have a few questions for you and you will answer them." She ordered with a crazed glint in her glowing green eyes.

— author's note —

Essie goes through a mental breakdown in a span of six months and finally cracks in the middle of her transfiguration exam :')

Essie remembering that Sirius was an animagus and realizing that the dog she saw in the forest was him and she had actually followed the right scent all along and agonized over being unable to find him for NOTHING for the past six months:

Her classmates:

She's not gonna kill him guys she's just been driving herself crazy with her hella busy schedule. She's got school work to do, additional school work from last year, some monsters to kill in the forest, her work from the Underworld, the ghosts being too scared of her, her meet-ups with her dad, and trying to figure out the whole sirius black case. She's suuuuper close to snapping, but hey at least she finally found her uncle! :D