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A True Masquerade	By : ScatteredSalvation Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 1782 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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AN: This is a long one-shot that I've split up into four parts, sort of. I'd love to hear feedback. I hope you enjoy...
-SS
Recap: It was only moments after the last person arrived in the room that Dumbledore stood from his seat. "Everyone have their destinations known?" In answer a group of nods and yes' spread throughout the room. "Then I wish you all good luck, stay safe."
Like a fire had been lit under their bottoms, members quickly began disappearing from the room. James turned to his best friend and gave me a firm pat on the shoulder. "See you when it's over." Nodding, I watched him disappear too and followed soon after.
A True Masquerade
Part Two
The war was already raging when I arrived and I jumped right into the ring of fire. It wasn't time for silly games or testing my abilities. One by one I took down Death Eaters who were there to prey on innocent muggles. My mind was wiped clean, even of the wondrous Eryss. That was until I saw it, the thing I had both dreaded and anticipated for days. As I crouched behind a fallen building, searching for a target, my eyes landed on a Death Eater. And to the naked eye this one was no different than the others but I had an advantage. I had watched her work, watched her duel and watched her simply walk for nearly seven years. I knew every sway of her hips, every flick of her wand and every movement of her head. I had found her in the sea of people and I had seen the Order member coming up behind her.
Eryss was throwing out curses, aiming to miss all of her targets. It was alluring in a way, watching her battle even if she wasn't really trying. But as the Order member crept up behind her, I felt fear run into my blood for the first time. I had to remind myself that we aren't told to kill unless it's absolutely necessary, we'd rather capture and question. So I tried to calm myself as I watched the two begin to duel, hoping that the Order member wasn't in a vengeful mood. Eryss wouldn't send the killing curse, I don't know how I knew she wouldn't but I did.
It was a strong stunner that brought my fellow Order member down and Eryss even managed to push him aside so other Death Eaters weren't tempted to pick him off.
"What was that?" I groaned under my breath as the male came up behind the black clad Eryss. I knew that voice and it grated my nerves now no less than it did in school. It ran through my mind that he might have been one of the three men to hold her down and hurt her, but I couldn't be distracted.
"Get back to work or are you slacking again Rosier." The man gripped her arm and turned her to face him. He hissed something I couldn't hear but her reply was just as snippy as I'd imagine. "Give me a break. If you're so worried about the Order hearing your name why don't you get…back…to…work. Merlin, you'll never grow up, you're still a coward."
It was a split second and I almost missed seeing it but the sound would have alerted me to it regardless. A strong back hand to her face sent her hood and mask flying, her wand following them to the ground. It was a Cruciatus curse that went flying next and I was too stunned to even defend her. I could see a trickle of blood drip down her chin, not inflicted by her opponent but from her teeth digging into the tender flesh of her lip to silence the screams.
I stopped myself from jumping from my spot to aid her. If I were to help her it would be a death warrant in her name. My hand tightened on my wand as I watched the bastard loom over my dark angel. Even in her state, Eryss was not one to be outdone. Sitting up, she let loose that cruel laughter again that had me cringing.
"Over compensating again, aren't you Rosier?" As she stood to her feet, she only wobbled a bit. "You never were able to properly use either of your wands."
Curse after curse was sent at her falling body. It was only after she was writhing on the floor that I decided to throw her pact out the window. I was moments away from rushing out and killing the idiot who marred her flesh when I noticed the eerie silence on the supposed battle field. A quick glance around and I realized the source. The battle was over and I hadn't even noticed.
Rosier crouched down beside Eryss and ran the tip of his wand along her cheek. I could tell she had passed out, from either pain or simple exhaustion. In my mind I dared the bastard to touch her again, begged him to attempt to harm her again but he didn't. I had no doubt there was a smirk under that hideous mask he wore. "I think it's time you learn your place," the idiotic Death Eater hissed. Yet before he could do anything the cavalry had arrived. Ministry members began popping up to collect the dead and the wanted. Rosier cursed under his breath before disappeared and I was in motion to do the same.
He had left her. My darling deviant was still lying in the rubble. I knew all the ministry would do was look at her arm and see that horrid mark before throwing her in a jail cell and loosing the key. Stumbling over the debris, I made it to her body before either of us were noticed. Pulling the limp form to my chest, I quickly Apparited the two of us from the scene.
The forest that greeted me was not where I had thought we'd end up. Yet I didn't worry about it much, scooping up the still motionless Eryss I rushed in the direction I knew by heart. Within moments there was a large structure in the distance. I felt the sting of the wards as I ran through them, but I didn't stop my strides until we were both safe inside the house.
I went to the bedroom and gently laid her on the bed before stalking off to get the needed supplies to treat her. It was an hour later, after cleaning and dressing her wounds and forcing numerous potions down her throat, that she finally stirred.
Eryss' forced her eyes opened, already fearing what she might see. When an unfamiliar ceiling came into view her nerves skyrocketed. As she struggled to get her bearings a hand gently pushed her back onto the bed. She would have fought, would have forced the warm hand off of her by detecting the hand from its owner's body but a voice stilled her.
"Calm down. I won't hurt you." I didn't even know my voice could be so soft, but it did the trick and she stopped struggling. I could see her gulp as if she was about to face her demons. Slowly her head turned toward me and all at once I was engulfed by those soft baby blues. My thumb ran over her throat as my hand traveled to the side of her face. "You're safe for now, don't worry." I knew I should have contacted James and told him I was alive, but having her before me was a dream and I wanted to keep having it.
"Where am I?" Her voice was husky and dry, but it still did wonders to my sexual drive. "What have you done?" My eyes went to her lips and once again an unknown force pulled me to them.
I was kissing her before I'd even realized I had moved. My arms caging her beneath me as I climbed to hover over her. I finally understood at that moment that I loved her. I had loved her from the moment I heard her demand in the Great Hall years ago. I loved her yet I couldn't tell her. I thought then, as she tilted her head up toward me and her hands slithered up my arms, that she could possibly love me too.
Words were useless in our world. We couldn't express ourselves with declarations of heart filled sonnets, so we settled on silence. Actions and caresses were all we had left and I decided to use them to their full extent, as long as she didn't stop me.
My hand slipped under her tattered shirt even as my tongue danced with her own. I felt her sharp intake when the tips of my fingers brushed over the marks on her stomach, yet I didn't let up. Instead I left her lips and shuffled down her body. Pulling her shirt up, I wasted no time in leaving small kisses and tantalizing licks on every discolored scar I could find. The sound that met my ears was both heaven and hell. Her whimpers and harsh breathing were driving me to continue teasing her yet demanding I get down to business at the same time. Finally giving in, I pulled her shirt up further, helping her tired body out of the offending material. Quickly I removed her bottoms, leaving her body bare for my hungry eyes. It was even more beautiful than I had imagined, my naughty nighttime thoughts did her no justice.
The plump mounds of her breast curved perfectly into her luscious waist. Her hips begged to be squeezed and her legs were made to be wrapped around my body. The sad smile on her lips did nothing to deter her beauty. Even as my hands explored every inch of her skin, my mouth worked its way down her neck. Her smaller hands tugged at my shirt, impatiently pulling at the material. As I sat back and disrobed for her, I wondered briefly if she had desired this as much as I had. Her hands made quick work over my arms, chest and abs, down to the organ that pulsed with the longing to be enveloped in her warmth. I hissed out as her slim fingers stroked me, my own hand traveling to her core. My fingers lingered on her inner thigh for only a moment before they delve into her wet heat. I latched my lips on her neck as my fingers invaded her body. As I picked up pace, I felt her hands flatter on my own desire. The soft moans from her sweet mouth dancing across my ear.
Releasing her neck, I moved my way down her body until I was able to aid my fingers with my tongue. My fingers continued their pursuit in and out of her as my tongue gently ran over the button I knew would send waves of pleasure through her. Just as quickly as I started tasting her, her hand gripped my hair. I glanced up and caught her breast rising and falling rapidly, her head thrown back in bliss. I was soon rewarded for my efforts when I felt her body tighten around my fingers and her grip pull at my hair. As I savored the warm rush of liquid on my tongue, I nearly exploded at the breathless moan of my name from her lips.
Licking my lips, I repositioned myself over her. My arms trapping her under me again. I wanted to keep her there forever, in my mind it was where she belonged. Her dazed eyes lazily looked up at me, a small smug smile on her lips. As if she had just gotten something I had denied her, though if she had asked in the past I'd easily given all of myself to her. Shifting my hips, I teased her core with my tip. Her arms sluggishly wrapped around my neck, pulling me down to lock her lips with my own. I put up no struggle. I had no qualms about the particular distraction she was providing. I felt her sly legs creep around my waist and before I could fathom what she was up to, she pushed her hips off of the bed, forcing me to spear her. I couldn't hold back the moan of abrupt pleasure that took over my body. Even her tiny chuckle of satisfaction did nothing to irk me.
Impatient, aren't we? I had thought but I didn't dare voice. I feared words would break the small fantasy world we had created. I worried she'd come to her senses and rush off, leaving me lingering alone missing her warmth. Instead I nipped at her shoulder, silently scolding her for her hasty behavior. But it was in no time that the stillness was eating at my own patience and soon I was moving within her soft folds. Each thrust into her a new heaven found my body, a new sweet torture that I never wanted to end. Each time I entered her, a new sound poured from her lips, beautiful sounds that made me wonder how I had lived without them. I could feel her nails biting into my back, her lips kissing my shoulder and her hips rising to meet my own. Her sweet sounds the only thing I could hear, driving me to move faster and harder to earn more of them.
I wanted it to last forever. I never wanted to stop, never wanted to release her from my arms. Yet I could feel it coming, that ball of passion building within me. Her first, I needed to feel that tightening of her body hitting its peak. My hand moved down her body, around her back and my fingers dug into the smooth flesh of her rear. Closer and closer. I wanted more. I wanted everything. I felt her breath stop for a moment and then my name gasped from her lips. With her release came the almost unbearable grip on my shaft still buried within her. Nuzzling my head into her neck I felt my hips snap, forcing myself into her oversensitive folds. Just as her body began to relax I felt her teeth bite into my shoulder, her body gripping me blissfully for a second time. Groaning into her neck, I couldn't hold it back any longer. As she held onto me tightly, I lost myself in her and the pressure in my body released itself within her core. Whispering her name over and over, I felt myself twitch until I was completely empty. I had never lost it so quickly but I also had never felt so satisfied.
Finally pulling away from her sweaty body, she groaned when I left her. I should have treated it as all of my other one night stands. I should have rolled over, gotten my bearings and gotten ready to leave. I shouldn't have looked at her hazy state below me. I shouldn't have kissed her again. And I definitely shouldn't have stayed beside her and tucked her tired body to my side. I know I shouldn't have but I did it anyway and I didn't care when I felt her cuddle into me. I also know that, that night was the best sleep I'd ever had.
It was morning when I felt the lack of heat at my side. I didn't want to open my eyes. I didn't want the dream to disappear. Though I knew it would the moment I awoke from my nighttime world. I held off as long as I could, until my bladder made the decision for me. Prying my eyes open, I was met with an empty room and it mirrored the feeling within my chest when I found her gone.
As I went through my morning routine, I wondered if the women that I'd been with before felt this way. Shaking my head, I figured it must be different. They weren't loosing someone they loved because it was too dangerous to be together. They didn't get to feel the delicious zeal of holding the one you loved, only to have it taken from you. This was far more painful than simply waking up alone after having sex with a stranger. This was like loosing a part of my soul that I hadn't even known existed.
It took James a week to forgive me for making him think I'd been carted off to Death Eater hell when I hadn't returned right after battle. And by the look in his eyes as I lied about where I had been, I know he knew I was with her. He had let it drop and didn't even mention it to Dumbledore at the next meeting.
It was three months before I heard word of my unattainable treasure. I had assumed she was meeting with Dumbledore like before, providing information on the Dark side but apparently I had been wrong. I had been called by Dumbledore, along with James, for a simple meeting. The elder man was sitting at the table, his fingers rubbing his temple in worry when I entered with James on my heels. I don't know why but panic and fear squeezed at my heart and I couldn't force it away. As if he hadn't noticed our arrival, Dumbledore jolted at the sound of my chair being pulled out.
Clearing his throat, the man pulled himself together before facing the two of us again. "I fear we have lost the cooperation of Ms. Valenti."
"What? Why? What happened?" James had gotten the questions out before I could, though I doubt I'd be able to speak properly even if I tried. "It doesn't make any sense for her to suddenly stop."
I nodded dumbly in agreement, yet I couldn't get the image of her smiling sadly from below me out of my head. Could I have been the reason for her defect?
"I'm not quite sure" Dumbledore said as he tapped his fingers on the table in thought. "I hadn't heard from her in a few weeks and naturally I worried she'd either been killed in a raid or found out. Yet she wrote to me the other night and told me she no longer had the option to meet with me, so our deal was voided." Running his fingers along the wood, Dumbledore looked up and his eyes met with my own. "She didn't say why, so I am to assume the pressure of keeping so many secrets has taken its toll. Not everyone can handle the life of a spy."
I didn't hear much of the rest of the small meeting. I didn't even remember how I returned to James' home after we'd been dismissed. Her face was all that was in my mind and I went over the entire night trying to think of a sign that she was going to do this. I could think of nothing, but one thing I did know…and that was that James was right, none of it made sense.
Then she disappeared. Like she had dropped off the face of the earth or maybe she had never existed in the first place. I didn't see her body under those black cloaks during the raids nor was she sighted in civilian clothes by other members of the Order. I feared the worst, I think James and Dumbledore did as well, but I doubt either of them felt the pain that I felt in my heart. As if it had been ripped from my chest and thrown onto a block of ice, I swore it stopped beating. I had pictured hundreds of different scenario's where Voldemort tortured Eryss for her betrayal.
For two more months I suffered through the horrible nightmares of her broken body, until I walked into an Order meeting only for the talkative room to go silent. The sudden quiet would have been odd enough in itself, but I could feel the questioning glances the others were sending my way. I didn't quite understand and I had every intention of asking James once the meeting was over. Sitting down, I listened to the Death Eater reports and tried to remember the important information being provided. But I was distracted, as I had been since Eryss had disappeared. I hadn't even realized the meeting was over until I heard the scuffling of chair legs on the wooden floor. Shuffling to my feet, I quickly looked around for James. Before I could find him, the hushed voice of two members talking to one another stopped me in my tracks.
"I wonder if he knows his brother is suddenly married." I held my breath in both curiosity and an odd sense of dejection. It was odd, since I hadn't felt anything but pure hostility toward my younger brother in recent years. Yet it was a rude reminder that I no longer had blood family beside me. It was bizarre thinking of my eighteen year old brother being married. Even more mysterious would be the type of woman he'd marry. She would no doubt be a Death Eater and someone my mother would approve of. Regulus never had enough backbone to go against the old hag. So pureblooded and rich were guaranteed in his chosen partner. Images of his other half were halted as I listened in on the others conversation. "I don't know but I remember the girl he married from Hogwarts. It was that Valenti girl, she…"
Everything else was a blur of gibberish to my ears. If James hadn't begun pulling me out of the room, I would have whirled around and demand an explanation from the two gossipers…even if they had no idea of my relation to the woman they spoke of. Once we were safely tucked away in a private room, James released me and let out a hard sigh.
"When I heard, I guessed as much that you didn't know about it," he said in a low, careful voice. It made everything more real and much more painful. "I was going to tell you after the meeting."
"She…" I couldn't get the words out. If I said it I would have to accept it. I'd have to stomach the thoughts of my love in the arms of my brother. I had to sit, my legs were like jelly under me and thankfully a loveseat welcomed my boneless body. I couldn't believe it and I was far from approving of the situation. But the more I thought on it the more it made sense. This was why she had stopped supplying knowledge of the Dark's movements. It would indeed be difficult to get away when you had a husband who was so obedient to the Dark Lord. Had she been with my brother even when the two of us slept together? Had she already known she would marry Regulus?
I felt the skin between my brows knit together in concentration and I missed the concerned look James was sending me. Why did I feel so betrayed? I had known she was a Death Eater from the start. She never said she was on our side, she had never even said she wanted to be with me. Yet I felt as if she had taken my heart, stabbed it with a dagger and then left it in the forest to be eaten by ravenous wolves.
"Listen mate," James said with a soft voice as he sat down beside me. His hands were intertwined before him and I just knew there was a sad look in his eyes. He knew me better than anyone and at this moment it was a blessing that someone understood my pain. "They're different than us." I hadn't expected that but I didn't say anything so he continued on his own. "We don't know what rules and demands they have to meet. I doubt…they had much control over their own lives."
My heart gave a painful squeeze, like my buddy had just taken my abandoned heart and accidentally stepped on it. I was for once thankful for the strict Black family training I had endured in my early life, since the panic that ran within me didn't show on my face. The thought of Eryss being forced to wed Regulus had horrible situation rushing through my thoughts.
In the silence I couldn't even look at James, but I knew he'd not leave my side until I told him I was alright. It was in this almost deadly calm that I was able to let the small part of my mind speak for itself. "Do you think he will be able to protect her?" I finally tilted my head to glance at my best mate and his sympathizing gaze nearly broke me.
"Even if you're disowned Sirius, he's your brother. You're really the only one who can know that." It was true. James had only known the little shit that Regulus pretended to be in front of his Slytherin buddies. I had known the answer yet I had wanted to hear someone else say it. In the back of my mind, the traitorous part that always saw reason whispered that it could have been worse. I knew my brother was a low, disgusting, cowardly Death Eater but he wasn't cruel. He wouldn't hurt Eryss, well not unless he was ordered too and even then I think he might resist.
Leaning back into the cushions on the couch, I let my head fall back and my arm covered my eyes. For the first time since I was a babe I felt the hard ball form in my throat and I wanted to cry. And for the first time ever I wondered if it would have been so bad if I followed my mother's ideals, even if I was living a lie I would have been able to be beside Eryss. James sat beside me, not once mentioning the drops of liquid rolling down my face or commenting on the sting of curses I fired at myself for not being strong enough to save her.
Days flew by like seconds. Months followed just as quickly and before I knew it two years had passed since I had held my truelove in my arms. I had kept myself distracted enough. Numerous women warmed my bed in a pitiful attempt at replacing her. Yet I realized after the fourth or fifth stranger that no one could fill the void she occupied. If the women weren't enough to divert my attention, James and Lily had blessed me with a wonderful Godchild. Little Harry was, in my mind, a miniature James. Even with his mothers beautiful green eyes, the boy had a mischievous streak from the day he was born. It was just as easy to forget Eryss as it was to mourn her when I was around the Potters. In a sense I envied James' ability to be with the one he loved and to have the family I never knew I wanted. But even so, James was a brother to me and I loved his family dearly. It was bittersweet visiting them, but it never stopped me from doing so.
So it was without hesitation that I offered my life to protect them when Dumbledore announced their safety was in possible danger. He was vague, at best, on the details but I didn't allow that to hinder my determination. I couldn't loose the Potters. If they were taken away from me I knew I'd never be able to survive the loss. I had been so busy raiding Death Eater hide outs, providing any sort of help to James and rushing about dealing with the war we were in. I was more than shocked when a sharp looking white, brown and black owl suddenly appeared on the sill of James' living room window.
Harry and I stared at the unknown animal and it stared right back. Its dark amber eyes and the horn like feathers on its head made it look sinister. Yet even with its dangerous aura Harry began crawling toward the fluffy owl. Scooping the young boy up before he reached it, I heaved a sigh of relief. This particular owl didn't look as if it would take kindly to having its feathers plucked by Harry's tiny hand.
Just as James reentered the room, I noticed the letter lying on the floor just before the dashing owl. "We've gotten a letter?" Making a thoughtful sound, James bypassed his son and me, cautiously plucking the envelope from the ground. I situated myself in front of the sofa with Harry sitting happily in my lap. Much to our surprise and my distress the large bird flapped its large wings, hopping over and landing next to my leg. Its head tilted to the side and seemed to study Harry's small body. Even as Harry's little fingers dug into the fierce owl's feathers, the bird only gave a light peck to him in warning.
I was so intrigued by the interaction I hadn't noticed James' thoughtful silence. It was only when he began taking Harry from my hold that I noticed he still hadn't opened the letter. The owl hooted in what seemed like concern when the child was taken from my arms but soon fluttered back to the windowsill and waited.
James held out the plain envelope with a raised brow. "It's addressed to you Sirius." It wasn't so odd that I was at the Potters nor that a letter would be addressed to me there. It was, however rather strange that the front of the envelope was mostly blank. Besides the small S. Black written in a shaky hand on the right hand corner there were no other words on the front or the back.
"Think it's alright to open?" I asked as James took a seat on the couch I leaned against. Without waiting for an answer, I pulled my wand out and began muttering a few sensory spells. When I finished I felt a frown fall onto my features. It was a clean letter, a normal piece of parchment within a normal envelope. I shrugged and dismissed the uncertainty of the unlabeled parcel. There were only five words on the small paper the envelope had contained. Yet those few words suddenly shook my world to its core.
I need your help. -Eryss
Her script was as elegant as I thought it would be, yet I could tell it was written in haste. There was shakiness to the writing that had me biting my lower lip in worry. I had known there were rumors about Regulus dying but could it really be true? Could she be in danger because of some ridiculous stunt my brother had played?
"Are you going to go?" I had forgotten James was in the room. And I suppose curiosity got the better of him when I hadn't spoken of the contents of the letter. Turning, I saw James playing with Harry's smaller hands, acting as if he had asked me the weather and not if I was going to meet up with a known Death Eater. His eyes flickered over to my own and I think he already knew the answer. "Do you think that's wise?"
I snorted despite myself. "When has either of us been known to be the brightest in the box," I stated with a smirk and James even chuckled. I stared at the letter -could it even be considered a letter- with thoughts whirling in my head. "I just can't leave her be," I finally said with a sad smile. My thumb gently ran over the single sentence on the thin page. "Even now I want to be the one to protect her."
For a moment James said nothing, merely staring at his baby boy in thought. Nodding his head as if he had made a grim decision, he stood and hoisted Harry onto his shoulder. "Just remember Sirius…" My eyes locked with his and I could see the seriousness of his words, even if he was wearing a relaxed smile. "You have family to return too." He patted my head like a child as he left the room, leaving me to stew in my own thoughts. I know he didn't have to tell me I had a family here, but he knew that for her I would always drop everything and come running.
Looking up, I saw the horned owl staring back at me with its dark eyes. Flipping over the paper I held, I grabbed a pen and scribbled down my answer. Slipping it back into the envelope, I drew a line through the S. Black. My hand froze after I wrote the initial of her first name. It hit me again that it was E. Black that I was supposed to write. For minutes I sat staring at the blank space. In the end I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, E. Valenti glared up at me from above my crossed out name.
Standing and making my way to the patiently waiting owl, I held out the post reply. "You know where to take this, I'm guessing." Lightly taking the object, the owl only looked back once before taking flight to a place only he would know. My eyes followed the pretty animal until it was a spec in the sky. My five word answer to her five word sentence held securely in the bird's beak.
At our place. When? -Sirius
Only a week passed before I saw a familiar owl sore into the Potters back yard. This time when I plucked the letter from the bird, it turned and flew away almost immediately. Slipping the letter from its paper jacket, I only found a date written inside. No time, no signature, just a day in late February told me when I would finally see the woman I could never have but always wanted again.
Days dragged on, my body and mind both moved as if trudging through muddy soil. I was going to see her. I was going to finally ask her why she had married my brother, ask her if she truly loved him. James reminded me numerous times to pay attention to the present time but whenever it came to Eryss I was lost.
I arrived at the cottage we'd last seen each other a day early. Not knowing why or how long we'd be there, I stocked up on food and other necessities. It was a long, gloomy day as I continuously paced the small house. I should have told Dumbledore, I should have informed the Order of my meeting with a Death Eater but I couldn't. In my mind it wasn't a Death Eater I was meeting but the love of my life.
A knock prompted me to open the door and there she was standing. A huge cloak covered every inch of her, but I knew who it was. I stepped aside to allow her entrance, to bring her out of the sudden downpour. It was only after she had entered and I closed the door behind her that I sensed something off. I had immediately thought she had betrayed me. That she was here to set me up for some sort of Death Eater ambush. Just as I reached for my wand to defend myself I heard it. It was a tiny gurgle that led to a cry of pure annoyance. Eryss' head bowed and I could hear her gently shushing the bundle that I only now noticed under her cloak. The cry grew louder for a second before the crier heeded the woman's soft pleads of silence. Her hooded covered head turned toward me and I was still frozen in my spot before the door.
With slow movements, Eryss removed the black material from her body and I was gifted with evidence of the suspicions that ran through my mind. A baby, that didn't even look to be two years old, was cradled against the breast of my angel.
My brother's child.
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