The Black Heiress | h. potter

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Cassiopeia was walking through the aisles of the Hogwarts Express, feeling content. She let out a small laugh and an even smaller smile. No evil mother. As she strolled through the train, she thought back to the experience with Potter. Her father was there. Laughing with his son. His arm around him. Cassie was angry, no livid, but, she couldn't help but feel a bit of jealousy. She wanted her father to look at her like that, for him to smile and embrace her like a true daughter, not like vermin. Cassie still remembers the memory she pulled from her mother when she when she was asleep. It was the one and only time she after saw her mother asleep. Her mother looked 15 years younger, and oh so peaceful. Somewhere inside of her, Cassiopeia wished she looked like that in slumber. :

Gwyneth Avery was walking through the streets of London with her daughter in her hands, keeping an iron tight grip on the one month old. The child was dressed in a simple onesie, plain black. No print or design. Just black. In fact, it was all Gwyneth dressed the child in. As she got to a door, she couldn't help but sneer. There were objects from mudbloods everywhere. She rang the doorbell and a crash arose from inside the home. Sirius Black opens the door, looking confused as to why a woman is standing there. Suddenly, he pieces it together. This is that woman. The one from the pub. He starts to become angry. How dare she show her face here! Then, he stops as the cries of a child are heard. Peaking into the arms of the woman, his knees nearly give out. In her arms, there is a small child, she only looks a few weeks old. But it's not the fact that there is a child there that makes him want to close his eyes and pretend this is all a dream, it's what the child looks like. She looks exactly like him. Practically a carbon copy. Same eyes, same hair, same cheekbones, same everything.
"Who..who is this?" Sirius asks, dreading the answer.
"This is your daughter, Cassiopeia Odium Black-Avery."
"Daughter...Avery? Who are you?"
"My name is Gwyneth Avery, a member of the Sacred 28, Pureblood."
"This is not my child."
"Yes, she is."
"No she isn't!"
"Well I don't want her either!"
Sirius pales and ushers the woman - er... Gwyneth - inside. She puts the child down and his one year old godson comes in, wanting to see whats making the noises. The boy turns and sees a baby there. He looks up at his godfather,
"Ba-by?" Harry asks
"Yes Harry, it is a baby," Sirius answers as the older boy comes toward the girl. Her curious eyes watch his every move.

"Baby!" Harry exclaims, making grabby hands towards the one month old.

Cassiopeia coos at the boy, scooting herself on the floor to get closer to him. Harry notices this and walks closer to her, completely in awe of the girl.
"Muah," Harry happily says as he giving the girl sloppy "kisses" on the cheek.
Cassiopeia happily claps her hands together, casing a vase to fall over in the next room.

The memory goes dark from there, but not until the very end where Sirius yells,

"Get out! I never want to see you or your bastard child ever again. Even if I'm her father, she will never truly be my child."

Wiping a few stray tears that escaped her eyes Cassiopeia sniffles. All she's ever wanted is the love of a parent. Alas, we don't always get what we wish for. Finding an empty compartment, she goes inside and prepares to peacefully sleep for the first time all summer. After all, she is going home.

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Hey guys! Hope you enjoyed :) Sorry for the long memory scene, but its important to the backstory!

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