LbN: Written for The Violet Queen's "Challenge of Utter and Complete Randomness." Here are my prompts:

Quote #5: I'm going to need a new husband.

Prompt #15: Phoenix

Random Thing #25: Nothingness.


Blaise had mixed feelings about this place. He kept coming back out of respect-on-the-verge-of-love. He hadn't really loved any of them, but they hadn't deserved to end up here. He looked down at three of the gravestones with respect, reverence even. Two, with indifference, and two with sheer pity. He laid two lilies on each grave.

"Blaise?"

"I thought you'd have come over before this," he said as Hermione walked over.

"I didn't…I just wanted to make sure you were alright."

"It's fine. I'm just surprised you've never followed me before," he told her, smiling. "I know I've been acting a bit suspect."

"What is this place?"

"My family's graveyard. They're my fathers," he said, nodding toward the graves.

"Your…?"

Blaise chuckled. "Ambrogio Zabini, biologically, but the rest as well."

Hermione stayed quiet as her fiancé gazed out into the nothingness, giving him time to think.

"Every two years or so, there would be a funeral. And a few days later, I would overhear my mother telling a new man, quote, 'I'm going to need a new husband.' Maxwell Crane was first, then my dad. Then Arturo, Conwell, Magellan, and Xerxes. Last was Inigo. Mother got bored after that, I suppose."

"Why do some of them have phoenixes?"

"This is a bit…er…grim," he said, with a smile, "Basically, it was my…er…seal of approval. The phoenix rises again. They were the ones I wanted to come back. My favorites."

"Was it terribly hard? Living like that?

"I learned, after Arturo, not to get attached. I was six when he died. They all have…silent histories, with me. Some were better than others, but none of them, especially Xerxes and Inigo, deserved to be collected by my mother."

"How much do you know about your father?"

"Just that he was one of the Death Eater husbands. Like I said, I never got attached. The only thing I know, is what I experience with them." He wrapped an arm around her. "Let's go. It's cold out here."

"You okay?"

"Yeah," he smiled. "Let's go home."