Jamia let her quill scribble quickly across the parchment of a letter she was sending. She spoke rapidly and paced as she did so. Frank watched like a lovestruck puppy as she moved back and forth.

The two were sat in an empty bathroom somewhere on the third floor of the castle. It may not have been the most comfortable place to compose a message, but it was isolated enough to ensure a certain level of secrecy.

"I have the honor," she spoke through gritted teeth with the word before letting out a sigh, "honor to be, your obedient servant..."

She turned towards the quill and parchment, quickly hurrying over to swipe up the writing device. "Honor... That would mean I enjoy it..." She muttered, slamming the quill against the stone it had been writing against.

"I have the honor to be your boyfriend." Frank mused, earning a frown from Jamia.

"That would mean you enjoy it." She said. She turned away from Frank to quickly scan over the letter she had just drafted.

"I do." Frank laughed. There was a short silence before his hands wrapped around Jamia's waist, causing her to stiffen. "Why wouldn't I?"

"Frank, I could tell you, but that spell will only drown out anything I say..." She said softly once she had regained her composure.

Frank just let out a soft giggle. "Then I'm the perfect person to talk to, aren't I?" He asked, leaning his head against hers.

Jamia bit her lip. With the magic he was under, she could get some of this off her chest. He really was someone she could just talk to...

"If things had worked out differently when our parents were in school, maybe we wouldn't be in this situation." She admitted in the softest voice she could muster. "Maybe if my mum hadn't of fancied your dad it wouldn't be your family specifically..."

Frank laughed, pulling away from Jamia. He sat on the ground and cocked his head at her. "Your mum fancied my dad?" He asked with amusement.

Jamia looked down at the ground. The memory of the story being recited to her on the eve of receiving her Hogwarts letter. The bitterness from her mother; the lack of emotion from her father.

She sat down on the ground in front of Frank, letting him wrap his arms around her and pull her into his lap. She leaned against his shoulder.

"She always had a thing for him. Quidditch star, eventual head boy, and her same house..." Jamia shut her eyes as she recounted what she had been told, "Then that quidditch game came around and he had eyes locked on that hot headed Ravenclaw ever since..."

"What does this have to do with you?" Frank asked as he tilted his head to rest his cheek on her dark hair.

Jamia let silence fill the air for a few minutes after Frank's question. She wondered how to proceed; she had always been told to keep certain aspects of her families' life secret. "Even in school, my parents followed... Him." She finally let out, "Their families had stuck by him and raised them to do the same... That's what lead to their mutual attraction."

Frank hummed, waiting for Jamia to continue. He was fixated on the way her voice echoed in his ears. He was catching almost nothing of what she really said.

"When he died, they never believed it." She continued, "His coming back only encouraged them to believe that the dark lord could never die. When he did at the hands of Potter..." She trailed off. The flash of an image crossed over her mind. When her mother retold the story, there had been a split second where defeat had overtaken her smug expression. The kind of split second loss of composure that you would miss if you blinked.

"The dark looord..." Frank drug out the word as he began to play with her fingers absently.

"They believed that if he could rise once, he could do it again. They began researching ways that a wizard can come back."

"Do you remember our venture into the forbidden forest?"

"I'm still so sorry, Jamia, I'll make it up to-"

"It's fine." She cut him off before he could ramble on with clouded apologies. She shut her eyes, "There's rumor that the resurrection stone was lost somewhere deep within the forest. Since I'm a student, it was more convenient that I search for it."

"Resurrection stone." Frank repeated with the furrow of his brow. Those words sounded familiar, "Like from the Tales Of Beedle The Bard?"

Jamia nodded, "Exactly like that; from the tale of the three brothers. Unfortunately, it's either myth or forever lost..." She pulled away from where she leaned on Frank's chest, now sitting up beside him. "Without that, different tactics had to be used... Which is where your mum got dragged back in."

Frank tilted his head. Jamia chose to avoid his eye.

"Your mum works at the Ministry. Formerly a brilliant auror, but has also spent a fair share of time in the department of mysteries." She explained, "My mum saw her as an easy target to use for her own gain."

"My mum?" Frank asked with confusion. Jamia shushed him softly, grabbing hold of his wrist.

"My mum can hold a grudge. That's another reason that she chose your mum; thanks to your mum, your dad completely rejected mine after the bludger incident." Her eyes flickered over to Frank, who looked like a confused puppy. "Can you think back about your mum's change?"

Frank's eyes darted just slightly to the side as he tried to process Jamia's words. "Her depression after loosing the baby?" There was a crack in Frank's voice with his question. Jamia could feel her heart tear with the sound.

"She was under the influence of several spells and potions throughout her pregnancy." Jamia whispered, feeling guilt weild in her chest. She remembered reading through her mother's handwriting about the whole affair. The uncalled for sense of glee through her mother's written words, and the smirk on her face when she recounted it during a dinner. "It was my family's fault your mum lost the baby..." Tears weilded in her eyes as she looked at Frank's blank expression, "If they didn't have such beliefs in something that could never be..."

Worry suddenly crossed over Frank's expression. "Hey, don't cry." He reached out and swiped a spilling tear from the corner of Jamia's eye, "It's not your fault. You can't control what they do."

"But I'm enabling by controlling you." She responded with a choked out sob, "I'm no better than them. I just wanted them to care about me, and now I get so many letters of how good I'm being..." She hid her face in her hands, "I'm no better than them..."

"You hurt from this." Frank said, rubbing her back with a furrowed brow. "They don't... That makes you a bit better." He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the side of her head.

Jamia knew it was simply the love potion speaking in that moment. If Frank were himself, he probably would of lost it at the part about his sister. He probably would of lost it when she told him about her family's devotion to being death eaters!.. It wasn't at all fair what she had been doing, but she was only a kid. She had only known what she had been taught and told. It was taking far too long for her to learn just how wrong everything she thought she knew was...