Aria! What happened to Aria? She has to be ok, she has to! If anything happened to my little girl, I don't know what I'd do. Catherine tried to question her rescuer, but she didn't have the strength. She fell into the inky blackness of unconsciousness, still worrying about her daughter.
I stared at her as she lay, unconscious, in my house. I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw Catherine again. Catherine, the only woman who made me forget Lily Evans. She told me she was going to visit her grandmother in the United States after Hogwarts. When I saw her last year, I couldn't believe my eyes. A temporary visit, she told me. She was returning to America a few days later. Apparently, she has returned. I glanced at the child in the crib as I thought about the day's events.
The summer holidays had just begun, so I decided to take a short walk around Spinner's End, as I was in need of some fresh air. I heard a disturbance in the alleyway, and, curious, I walked toward the noise. When I saw the Death Eaters threatening Catherine, I couldn't help it. I stunned them before they could see me, before performing memory wipes on them. As I turned to Catherine, I saw her, bruised and bloody, collapse onto the ground, still clutching the child in her arms protectively. I apparated them back here, before the Death Eaters regained consciousness. They should be waking up shortly, wondering what had happened. Catherine didn't recognize me as I approached her, and carefully picked her up, making sure that the child was safe in her arms.
Looking at her wounds again, I realized that it would take several potions to get back to full health. I began to work, only to be stopped by the crying of the child. Catherine's child. I wonder who the father is. Pushing that thought, and the implications of why Catherine was in Spinner's End to begin with to the back of my mind, I re-entered the living room, and approached the crib.
The child, I believe Catherine said her name is Aria, stared up at me.
"What do you need?" I asked, hardly expecting an answer.
"Hungry," she said, surprising me.
I looked at the clock. It was a little after dinner time, but they had been here for a while. I picked up the child and carried her with me to the kitchen.
"You daddy?" She asked, curiosity in her blue eyes.
"My name is Severus," I said, feeling uncomfortable. I don't know who the child's father is, so I figured having her call me by my name is best. Catherine won't be able to answer any of my questions until she regains consciousness, and that will take time.
"What would you like to eat?" I asked as I looked in my cabinets and refrigerator for something edible. Luckily I had gone grocery shopping when I returned from Hogwarts a few days ago, otherwise there would be nothing to eat.
"Hot dogs," she said happily.
I nodded, setting her down in a chair as I grabbed a pack of hot dogs from the freezer, and a pot to boil them in. "What would you like to eat with them?" I asked, feeling like I was spoiling her, but unable to do much else. I had no idea what this child would eat.
"Mac'n'cheese," she said, "Please Sevvus!"
I smirked as I began to prepare the meal. I could let her call me Sev, but it sounds so cute when she calls me Sevvus. Where did that thought come from?
I placed a plate in front of Aria, cutting up her hot dog for her and conjuring a sippy cup with pumpkin juice before going and getting a plate for myself, and placing a charm on Catherine's plate so it would be warm when she was able to eat. We ate in silence for most of the meal.
"Momma ok?" Aria asked as I put our plates in the sink & flicked my wand so they would wash themselves.
I turned to face the child, who looked worried. She's so serious for one so young. "Your mother is resting. I'm going to make a few potions, then she will be well in no time." I could see the relief in her eyes.
She yawned tiredly, rubbing her eyes.
"I think it's time for bed," I said, as gently as possible.
Aria nodded, and lifted up her arms so I could pick her up. She nestled her small head on my shoulder as I carried her back to the living room.
"Tank you Sevvus," she murmured sleepily. "Night."
"Goodnight child," I said softly as I laid her back in the crib, covering her with a blanket before sitting in my favorite chair in front of the fire.
What had just happened? The child wasn't afraid of me like most others. She actually seemed to like me. I looked at Catherine, before returning my gaze to Aria. She has Catherine's deep blue eyes, and tanned skin. Her hair is black, though, while Catherine's is brown. Now that I look more closely, there are many similarities between the child and myself, as many as there are between her and Catherine, subtle clues in the planes of her face.
I rose and went to finish the potion, unable to stop thinking about Catherine and Aria. After I finished the potion and carefully made Catherine drink it, I sat back in my chair. As I stared into the flames while I waited for Catherine to wake, two thoughts ran continuously through my head. Is the child mine? And does Catherine still care for me as much as I care for her?
Author's Note- I have never been to Europe, so I don't know what the food is like, so I'm doing the best I can. I just put in what my cousin would eat at that age, and how she would speak. I do not own anything from Harry Potter. All rights go to J.K Rowling. Catherine & Aria are my original characters.