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Senior Lestrange hadn't gotten a wink of sleep, his heart shattered to a million bits as he stormed through his previous summer manor. But he had given it up for the sake of his son starting his own family, though he should've saved the bigger estate for his second son considering—
Nothing.

There was too much at stake.

He plowed through the given hallways and directed straight towards his son's wife study, his arm throwing the door open and barging in.

"Cassiopeia, it's urgent!" The woman had looked up from her parcel as she turned to her husband in confusion.

"Too urgent for an owl?" She questioned, taking off her glasses and rising up to her feet in worry.

"What is the matter?" Senior Lestrange had caught the half-hearted glare directed to him from his son but continued to divulge the issue.

Linda Lestrange has caught Dragon Pox.

"Raba...Take Romulus and Cara out of the room." Rabastan hadn't even given a second thought about the illness being past to his children at a time like this, but he managed quite easily to apparent them to the conjoined playroom.

"So you decide to come into my home, still carrying the virus...When you know that there are children here?" The man gawked at his carelessness, his apology overlapped as he asked his daughter for anything that would help Linda. Especially since he knew that Orion and Clarissa had been given a few potions.

However only one of them ever took them.

"This sounds like a bit of Karma."
"Please, Cassi...I beg you." It led to a scoff, and a roll of her eyes as she cleared the air of the disease and told him to do the same whenever he entered a room with Linda occupied.

And she turned towards her desk all while ordering an elf to do the same throughout the manor.

"I thought I was an incapable witch that needed to be taught her place?" She questioned, glancing upwards for a moment and Mr. Lestrange bowed his head in a world filled with regret.

Before he could say anything more incriminating did she hand him a pamphlet and he swiped it instantly. It had been a date, time and address causing him to wave it in air.

"What is this rubbi—"

"That rubbish you are holding is my daughter's second trail testing of her discovered potion to cure the very illness that your new wife has...Little light you stated it perfectly. It's karma." Aurora had smiled to herself as she felt his words wrap around her like a warm blanket.

He came to her defense.

"Stay out of this. A dead man—"

"Careful...you are the one begging my daughter to cure your previous mistress. My Cassi has a big heart if she is giving Linda a spot when hundreds attempted to gain access to." Orion was right, was it completely fair to let Linda skip the line of those who were in further stages of the illness?

Linda was still considered young, especially if she still has a daughter still not in Hogwarts just yet.

"Two could play this game Orion, I don't suppose you told Cassiopeia about the issue when she was seven." Aurora blinked as she turned between the two men, or rather one man and a piece of art.

Now she had been the one in confusion.

"Father...What is he talking about?" She whispered, doubt already faulting the conversation. But it was due to the guilt-ridden face that stunned her father already.

Without even sharing more than an age.

"Damnit what happened?!" She screamed, tired of all the lies and the tiptoeing around ones feeling. Just wishing they would spit it out before she lost of sense of reason.

"Cassi, I swear it hadn't been me...But I—"

"He's right in that regard Cassiopeia, but your parents thought you were a squib. If you hadn't broken a vase just days before your birthday...Suppose that would've been a different road. Wouldn't it be Orion?" Aurora's face had flattened as she thought back to the simpler times, when she would play countless hours of the day with Sirius and Regulus.

When the war wasn't their concern.

When there hadn't been enough time in the day to read away.

It wasn't because she was a squib, it was because she had been conditioned to know what breaking something like Sirius had with his little outburst of magic would cause a punishment.

So she withheld herself in fear of getting yelled at.

Rabastan had indeed arrived at the wrong time, he stared in awe at the revealing dark secret between the Black family.

What would've happened had Rory been a squib?... Well identified as a squib at least. It was clear that she wasn't. She would've resurfaced to Salem and Hogwarts.

A ride that would've been.

The Lestrange son had watched in silence as Aurora had gripped the parchment out of his father's hands, ripping it to shreds. "That doesn't change the fact that you're an arsehole. I retract it, you can bloody buy the potion when it's being sold like the rest of the world. Get out of my manor!" Her feelings had been beyond hurt, she was about to lay down for an hour after she finished a bit of her next assignment for the following week.

And now she's storming out past Rabastan, hellfire raging behind her. "My little light—" Aurora was about to shut her father up, but failed to do so as a sob had been caught in her throat.

"Leave father. That was completely unnecessary to upset my wife. Tearing down Orion's image isn't going to make you look any better." Senior Lestrange had apprented away, cursing in his own manor in defeat.

But he only had himself to blame.

Rabastan had stared off to Orion in dismay, this was the world they lived in. But Squibs were starting to have their own place in the magical world, yet that still didn't stop Lestrange from glaring at Orion.

"Rabastan you must understand—"
"I do understand. That it was meant to remain in the dark. My father has lost his last chance with my wife...And had you asked us children you would've known that Sirius and Regulus would take the blame because Rory couldn't take upsetting you." Orion had frowned but didn't get the chance to speak again as the man had left.

Rabastan had barely made it halfway to where he assumed his wife had gone, but instead the cries of a child made him turn. Especially when an elf attempted to stop the eldest child.

"Master Romulus! No run, careful!" The boy had run straight up to his father, already sobbing.

"Come here son, what's the matter?" He said, and the boy began rubbing his eyes to get the tears from his view.
"Mummy's crying! Mummy's sad." The boy was truly an empathetic child, all of them were, but having seen his mummy cry caused him to find comfort in his father's hold.

Rabastan thought about the times he sought his own father's comfort and was directed out of the room and told to search for his mother.

It allowed him to enclose his son further into his chest as he promised in soft hushes that he would find mummy and make it all better.

"Promise?" 

"Of course Rommy, you know what would make mummy happy?" Romulus' job now was to play with Cara, something about the eldest playing with the youngest.

Rabastan had checked the bedroom, then the bath, then the den...He closed his eyes and tried to calm himself. She didn't leave.
She didn't leave.

He had to repeat it multiple times before summoning the elf.

Who informed him that she was in the garden.

He didn't bother wasting time in walking, he apparented just onto the porch as he spotted her within the field. He knew well enough that his kitten was when it was cold.

Not that the summer air was all the freezing, but the slight breeze would surely pick it up in a moment.

Slipping off his long jacket had he followed the outlined path to his wife. She sectioned a few patches for different flowers, as his own mum constructed ages ago.

It gave him a wonderful feeling seeing his children run around and play through these fields, much like he and Rory had when they were around a similar age.

Hell, they were both about Romulus' and Halsey's age when they were engaged...Right here in this very yard.

Instead he kneed down beside her, his jacket acting as an introduction to his touch, and once the flinch was over with. She sunk fitfully into the warmth that was her husband.

Hold me, she wanted to say, that the idea of being abandoned was far too much in her mind at the moment. But no words would come out, and Rabastan remained silent as he didn't want to share what he and Romulus spoke prior to his arrival.

Lestrange wrapped his arms around his wife, the two sitting in utter silence as they watched the rest of the sunset further over the horizon...And then the stars lit up the night, and a small smile etched on her face.

"I was almost disowned...Raba...I—" He pulled her tighter to his chest, his chin resting down onto her head as a large sob rushed out of her chest.

But he wouldn't let her leave.

"I was scared mother would—"

"I told Orion that all of us hid the truth, love I swear...It's alright. You're here and—" She interrupted him as she turned around, she clutched the likes of his collar. The rush of her movement overwhelmed him as he fell back into the grass, just barely missing the flowers off to his right side.

Steadying his wife onto his form caused him to lock onto her hips, but she was still set on seeing the worse in this discovery.

"I almost wasn't! Raba it was days before my birthday, my countdown was nearly up...Where would I have gone?" It was unsettling to think about a nearly seven-year-old little Rory having suddenly been disowned.

Not even disowned. Forgotten, he knew of distant names that were no longer on the family tapestries for the unfortunate mistake of them being born a squib.

"I...I can't even imagine if—if any of ours...If I had to send them away?" He knew exactly where she was coming from, her faith in their world slipping just as she curled up onto his chest.

"Love, let me get you to bed with some tea...Come now, I promised Rommy that I'd make you feel better." He knew Rory wouldn't want his image ruined by a broken promise, so she began an unfaithful attempt to her feet. Only to giggle at her inability to manage to her feet.

"I'm a mess." 

"You're my mess kitten, and I'll be damned if my father gets another word in. Arsehole couldn't manage a thank you before throwing an insult could he?" Rory narrowed her brows, and it was the perfect opportunity for Rabastan to apparent his wife to their bedroom.

But Rory was still stuck on his words, he's never vocalized his own hate to his father before. Rather to her that is, sure all his mates heard it from time to time. After all that time Rory would voice how scared and uncomfortable she was with being with her mother, he never said a word of it.

And that was because he never wanted his Ravenclaw to know that there were issues at home.

The Black family was surrounding him more than his actual family, considering his were still coming over from the French Ministry. The Black's have been more established in the British ministry.

But here they were, the Black family ending and the Lestrange having a chance once again.

"Let me get you undressed love." He attempted to just lay her down in bed but she wiggled out of his hold and found the first given dress that caught her attention.

"Aurora, kitten breath. Getting yourself worked up is only going to—"

"What?! I don't know if you heard it correctly Rabastan but I was almost disowned! I controlled my outbursts or Siri would take the blame because mother would—" His face darkened at the idea of Walburga being unfair to his wife once again.

Orion being little to no help.

"Then I would've found you, in what world wouldn't I have loved my kitten?" Rory had little doubt in that, but to not anger her husband she planted her head to his chest and hummed.

Allowing herself to relax and breath through her anger.

"How about I get Cara? You two could read together?" 

"My little Ravenclaw you mean?" She questioned, and it caused him to squeeze her further. "My little Cara? No. She's a Slytherin darling." The mother perked her lips and shook her head.

"We'll see I suppose." She smirked, and he eyed her in theory. Did she see more in that vision than she was letting on? Whatever it is, he decided to get their eldest and youngest so they would be able to spend time with their mummy before everything was getting too crazy.

Because come September 3rd, the potion was scheduled to be released in the stores. The progress was growing and there was little to no issue, the first round of testing had worked wondrous, it was the idea of learning what worked with that particular person is what is needed.

And how they can work with healers and build a guideline, she allowed Romulus to try and to read what he could. It was beautiful as Cara would listen to her older brother with patience, gods was it was a perfect time.

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"Cassiopeia hold still!" Narcissa screeched, and Aurora continued to fidget as she was getting glammed by whatever hired witches and wizards in the given room. They already finished styling her hair and makeup. But now was the final product, her dress.

It was the work of top seamstresses, and her dress was that out of a goddess novel. Narcissa stared back in awe as she smiled to her cousin.

"Cissy this is too much..."

"You darling created a cure. If you're in the history books then I'll be damned if you aren't looking beautiful!" The crowd that helped get her ready agreed, in addition to a small shot of fire whiskey to give her the confidence she needs.

"Now can Rabastan see you in the dress? He's been begging for a peek since he's heard." Aurora stood in front of the full-length mirror, smoothing out the fabric at her thighs and fiddled with the fabric. It featured a small v to showcase her breasts, but there was a tasteful manner of it all.

Mrs.Lestrange was a wife and a mother of four.

The pad shoulders held the same design as it was embedded down her right side. It was beautiful and Rory couldn't deny it.

But her nerves were spilling over, this wasn't a slug club meeting, this wasn't meeting people to shadow and apprenticeship for the summer for.

These people were here for her. For what she accomplished.

She shrugged to her cousin's question, and the room started to clear in the majority as Rabastan marched directly to his wife...Yet he stuttered in his attempt.

Dear Salzar was she gorgeous.

After all the days he's seen her in lab coats and lounge dresses, he forgot for a moment that his wife was indeed a Black. And when the time called to be proper and dressed to impress, she could surely deliver.

"Did this beat the dress I wore for Christmas?" She innocently questioned, and there was nothing about the smile or the way she batted her eyes in his direction for him to think of her anything but innocent.

"This comes right behind your wedding dress love...I cannot wait to rip this off you tonight." Her back was suddenly bent as he surprised her with a leaning kiss, all in an attempt in to boost her confidence.

"RABASTAN LESTRANGE YOU WILL NOT BE RUINING MY WORK!" Narcissa yelled, grabbed her brother in law by the nape of his neck and pulled backward.

"Nor will you be ripping anything! Now you two need to make an appearance." Perhaps making Cissy the advisor in terms of media ventures for these events was a bad move. But the woman was already attending because Lucius was invited on behalf of apothecary stocking the shelves first.

Anyone else would have to buy through the apothecary.

The venue had been the largest of any convention, Merlin Otto warned her that potioneers from all over the world would be joining them. And she didn't want to exclude anyone, by tomorrow would the potion be released...Already was she with a deal with the American trade, some apothecary owners from other countries were pitching their products over others.

It caused Rabastan to step in as her legal advisor and husband.

After sharing on account two speeches, she won the proper respect from both the audience and the reporters. The event had normal aspects, dancing as it was still considered a celebration. But with the twins being four now, they were the perfect age to start introducing them to this environment.

The two were a bundle of laughs, Halsey and Romulus trying to copy everyone's style of dance. That was most likely Rabastan's favorite part of the twins being here with them, and Cissy was had not single worry having babysitting them.

For the first night in a long while, Rory forgot about the war. She forgot about the impending doom that was settled, and most of all...After all the festivities, and the byproduct of Rabastan's obsession and comments throughout the night finally relinquished.

The perfect night ended with a beautiful night's rest.

It was the owl that decided to screech throughout the manor that caused Rabastan to rise up in confusion. He hadn't rightly thought about his wife that was draped over his form, instead he rushed out an apology as he went towards the damned owl.

The damned thing was still perched at the end of the bed, causing the master of the house to swipe the parchment and gawked. "Rory...AURORA!" She too jolts awake after having been able to fumble up from underneath the covers.

A tired smile braced her as she saw him in simple nightwear, exhaustion still featured entirely over her persona. "Come back to bed love...It's too early to—"

"The potion sold out." Scrambling out of bed in the same fashion had she grabbed the first shirt insight and threw it over her head.

Gripping the damn parchment did she scan the data and chat of the sales.

Millions. Bloody millions were made already.

"Raba...I...America hasn't even gotten the shipment yet, and the—" He could hardly believe a morning like this has come, Aurora Lestrange has sold out of her potion within the country.

The house-elf had soon come forward with the message that Otto was downstairs. The crazed elder wizard was in tow with her former professor at Dareth Academy as they scoffed at the idea of Rory having fallen asleep.

"How did it sell out, it's—"
"Preorder, the sellouts are within all the red zones. Lisa is making sure that all the brewers know, but keeping the secret I recommend keeping the number as is." Aurora nodded, but neither of the elders looked as though they slept the night.

And they both laughed at the idea.

"When was the last time a potion of this caliber has been released, Otto? Decades it feels like. Besides, I know this mistress." Rory rolled her eyes, but pushed her elves to create a small feast to feed both the visitors and her family.

Both professor rallied in this home environment, especially after seeing Rory snuggled close to Ronan and Cara. While Rabastan held one child in arms and another by the hand.

"Papa, Oh Oh is here?"
"Yes, and we're having a big feast because mummy's work is doing very well." Halsey squealed at seeing OhOh and Edgar. A pleasant surprise for the entire lot of them.

One of which, had abruptly left out the one and only Mrs. Walburga Black.

The woman had unknowingly returned from Germany only to hear that her daughter had successfully discovered the potion.

It had Walburga seethe at the idea of her daughter's name in the Daily Prophet, it caused the witch to fold the newest copy and head off to the Lestrange Manor in an attempt to give her daughter a proper lesson on dealing with the public, but she was met with a warm smile that had been truly for Romulus and Ronan as they were the ones just by her feet.

"Oma!" Halsey cheered, and the elder witch had grimaced at the idea of her age being such a factor. Aurora turned her head and smiled softly to her mother, there was little control she had over the three-year-old.

Not when the girl had been excited to babble on about the joys of school.

"Class? What class?"

"Rabastan and I decided that both Romulus and Halsey be enrolled three days of the week to the Marmont Academy for young witches and wizards. It gets them out of the house and interacts with children their age." Walburga had withheld a gasp, the idea that her grandchild not having private tutors or private instructors giving them proper training in the way of their pureblood standards was completely barbaric.

But Aurora had still been slightly traumatized by her mother's antics when teaching her table manners. However that was for another few months, Rabastan promised that they would dine with simply the twins when that time comes.

"Cassiopeia, we need to have a talk."

"About?" Aurora pressed, and Walburga held no regard that the children were the vicinity, instead she held up the newspaper of this morning and Rory simply scanned the given lot.

"If it was bad press mother my advisor would've—"

"Advisor. You do not need an advisor. You shouldn't be in this business to begin with. Potioneering is a wizard's career, you could be teaching the children what they need instead of sending them off to an academy." Aurora dulled her face, it was as if her mother had become one of the haters who decided to send her mail.

It was becoming rather criticizing to each of her actions. So Rory had called upon the house-elf to take away the given three children from the soon to be an onslaughter.

"Just like you and father would've shipped me off thinking I was a squib?" Aurora questioned, and finally had the stone wall of her mother's emotions come out in the open.

"Yes, Rabastan's father shared that bit on a demand that I aid his second wife. So no mother, I do need an advisor. As well as a stylist and three assistances. My career has cured more than a thousand cases, how can you stand there and criticize when you received only two Outsandings in Hogwarts?" It had been a rather toned down attack, and Aurora wasn't going to bother her husband in this regard.

"Perhaps if you fall ill it will help you, and if you're too bitter to take the potion because a witch brew and created it then so be it. But for once I would appreciate some bloody support from a woman who is supposed to be my mother." Aurora turned away, her weekend already ruined by the presence of this witch. But Walburga would not be dismissed so easily.

"Do you ever tire of hearing yourself speak mother?... I am exhausted to teach my children. Rabastan and I work together as he takes the legal stance beside me. Times are changing mother, but you wouldn't understand. You are just waiting for the day to spike Kreacher's head in preservation." The rage would've shivered a young Cassiopeia to the core, she would never speak to her mother in such a way. But here the mother of four was, standing against their Oma.

"If you want to talk image, the backlash of being poisoned by my own mother is coming into effect. So I thank you mother, for almost killing myself, my image and my twins."

"You ungrateful—"

"Put it in a howler if you must, you've interrupted my free weekend. Unless you want to give me another lecture on my parenting, my duties as a partner or anything else. It's getting rather tiring to keep up with your standards." The woman had finally found herself in the midst of her children, sending a quick note to Reg as she needed to vent.

When Rabastan had returned to the manor, Aurora acted as though nothing had happened. That Oma had not tried to pass knowledge off to her daughter on who she needed to be.

And for once, the master of the house had not taken any notice. Whether he categorized it as stress or nerves to his wife, he didn't question or share his concerns.

Instead he treated her to a calming night, dressing in light sleep trousers as the beginning of fall was upon them.

Rory was already underneath the covers with a book propped up on her chest, her reading completely unbothered as he joined her underneath the covers and settled closer to her chest.

Course it was in German for him to not properly understand, but from the small sketches of plants and other ingredients. "Light reading before bed?" She smiled tiredly in his direction and planted the book against her chest.

"Just waiting for my big teddy bear to come join me." He narrowed his eyes in a defensive nature, he hated it when she called him that. But she was completely right.

He hogged the majority of the bed to be closer to her, and if she left for a bit to use the loo or get a glass of water, he'd steal her pillow and hold it close.

The man was smitten with the mother of his children.

So he remained the proper eye contact before he removed the book from her grasp and interrupted her with a kiss. "Rabastan, the—" Her husband knew well enough that he needed to mark the page. And he was not going to make that mistake ever again.

The snogging session in the Slytherin common room had been interrupted with a lecture and a pouting Aurora.

Placing said book onto her nightstand and pinning her down further into the pile of pillows. Her hands gently sliding against his hardened chest, admiring the small scars that lingered.

He was doing the same. Her tattoo was still a slight surprise whenever he saw it, not that he disagreed with the reasoning behind it or otherwise. It was the perfect lines to outline in the morning, especially by tomorrow...if they would be bare underneath the sheets.

The two had reason to celebrate as of late, feeling as though that the Death Eaters and the war wasn't as promenade as it had been last year.

Rabastan was introduced to the lifestyle had the Dark Lord not been a tyrant.

"Raba...I—" Unmistakably understood as a plea continued was met with a firm yank at his curls. "Yes?" Her eyes squeezed shut tightly as she let her hand now come to rescue to hide.

"I forgot to take the contraception potion this month Raba..." He remained calm, but after hearing his wife's explanation of how she would need to wait and use a different method.

But the remains of last months was still in her system to use anything yet.

"A spell or morning potion won't work either."

Mr.Lestrange had fallen in the previous place of the book on his wife's chest. One that would remain hidden if he wanted to remain safe in terms of his wife's fertility.

"It's been a long few weeks love, none to be blamed..." In a sense of apology had she given his scalp a massage, he would continue to hum along in the tempo of which area he wanted.

Gods it was addicting.

"Mother stopped by today." Rabastan's eyes popped open in the instant, she hadn't even been able to finish her three worded sentence before he reacted.

But he stayed silent as he watched Aurora's eyes danced in confusion on how to share what has happened. "Is it that strange...To be a witch and brew potions?" Pushing further up her body did he silence her questioning with a kiss.

"It isn't any different than a healer being a witch, you're in the medical field just as you wanted. We are far beyond her judgmental words love, it's the same as my father. With our work, the house is now ours without his help. Everything from here can be bought from our combined fortune." She smiled lightly, his lawful work from her side allowed a very good days pay.

Besides the fact the work had acquired far too much profit to just be left in Gringotts.

"...Claimed that I should be at home with the children."
"Rory you have, you birthed and nurtured them. Now it's your turn as I promised." A smile was delayed, she was torn down by the one person in her family that was meant to be a caring and nurturing being like herself was completely the opposite.

"Mother sent us to tutor...I just don't understand-"
"Aurora. Listen to me. Your dedication yourself to the family, you wouldn't put any of the children into anything that you didn't think was right. We discussed the Academy. I will be speaking with her—" She struggled around Rabastan's hold on her as she attempted to disagree with his plan.

"No. I will not have that woman come in and wreak havoc, had I known that this is why you were quiet today then I would've gone before. I happen to agree with your parenting." She hummed in delight, but still snuggled closer to her papa bear.

Aurora truly didn't want Rabastan to storm into the Black Manor, especially when she hadn't returned since her father was ill.
She hadn't even retrieved her father's painting, instead she had ordered an elf to do it instead.

He felt that she was pouting into his side now, minutes after the lights have been turned off and they settled into the darkness.

"I'm simply going to remind Walburga that she has no place or business in the way our family operates."

"Please?" Her voice had been close to a whisper, but there would be no denying how utterly fed up the woman was with her mother.

"Unfortunately darling, I love you too much to have the witch talk to you like that. I hope you can forgive me." Aurora had taken his words to heart as she leaned up further, catching wind of her movement had he peeked open his eyes. Just in time for Rory to lay a small kiss to his lips.

"I love you too." She whispered, settling back onto his stomach and around his furnace of a body.

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Date Posted: 12-02-19

Time: 11:22

Words: 5419

Author's Note:

And here's to a spin-off series that I've barely planned out, I don't know when it will be posted or how long it'll be. But it won't be as long as Immer Angst. It's a quicker story and will jump around their years at Hogwarts.

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It will be focusing on the what-if scenario that Aurora had been labeled as a squib and disowned before her Salem letter. It will have different versions of the characters, but more importantly, this is a different Aurora and Rabastan.

Waise in German means Orphan.

What do we think of the cover? It might not be the final, what do you guys think? Should I keep working on the cover?

Is this story even that interesting? Let me know!