Sirius looked at Amanda incredulously. “Your… husband?” he finally managed. Amanda looked away. “I knew you were married, but to a Malfoy? And to Lucius’s cousin? This is almost too much information at once…” he trailed off, but Amanda knew he was considering how to deal with this. She wanted to tell him that she hated the man, which she did, but she hadn’t felt that way when they’d married.
“There’s more,” Amanda said suddenly, feeling awful for saying it. “But let me go back and tell you how things started… Mortus Malfoy grew up in England, and I didn’t, but we had mutual friends through various people. You probably already know this, but pureblood relations connect everywhere. It’s amazing.” Sirius looked down at his feet. He did know that. His bloodly family tree told him that. He was glad once more that he it was gone and that he no longer lived with it at 12 Grimauld Place.
Amanda continued. “Our parents eventually arranged a meeting, and sort of forced him on me. I thought he wasn’t all that bad, and handsome, too. Little did I know that my parents were waiting for an opportunity to get us married. Well, we dated, and several love potions later, we got married. Of course, I didn’t realize that potions had been used on me until after Leah was born, but you can imagine how that felt.” Sirius nodded sympathetically.
“What’s worse is that… to this day, Leah still doesn’t know the truth about Mortus. She thinks he is a great man, named Christopher West. West is my maiden name. It’s all a set up, and her memory is corrupt because Mortus didn’t spend much time around the house after she was born. He was scurrying about with Lucius and Voldemort, getting himself into trouble. I was glad he kept away. Now I wish he had stayed, so Leah could know the truth about him. She hates me, Sirius! If only I hadn’t been thrown in Azkaban, she wouldn’t have gone into that orphanage, and I could have made her understand.” Amanda felt the tears come then, and weeks of anxiety poured out as the sobs shook her. Sirius kept his arm around her for comfort, letting her cry.
“It’s alright, Amanda,” he said softly. “We’ll find her, and make her understand.” Sirius was afraid the fire in her eyes would go out if she didn’t let go of all the tension she was holding inside of her.
Amanda only cried, harder this time.
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Anna stepped outside to find Harry hanging his head sadly. She glanced around for Annie.
“Where’d she go?”
Harry spun around. Seeing it was just Anna, he walked over and put an arm around her waist.
“It’s cold outside. Let me give you my jacket.” He draped it around her shoulders, still holding onto her.
“Thank you,” Anna murmured. She looked at him, then peered through the snow, still looking for her friend. She hadn’t been in the kitchen, and neither had Harry, so she’d gone outside and found him standing, ashamed at something. “Where did she go?” she repeated. Harry looked at her carefully before replying.
“I found her talking with Malfoy,” he said slowly. “She had quite a conversation going. After a while, she said good-bye, and ran outside with her coat. I followed her here, and then she disapparated somewhere, after Malfoy I assumed. I told her that she shouldn’t go alone.”
“You were right to do that,” Anna said gently, moving closer to keep them both warm. He sighed.
“I just don’t know where she went,” he exclaimed, frusterated. Anna nodded.
“I don’t know how to find her,” she confessed. “She’ll come back when she’s ready.”
Harry looked at her. She was right, as usual. “Until then, let’s go inside and warm up,” he suggested. Anna smiled at Harry and allowed him to lead her inside.
that's all i can do, sorry it's kind of short