⭒ I wish that you had thought this through, before I went and fell in love with you ⭒
Aries Melania Black, the youngest of the noble and most ancient house of Black.
Her entire life she has been told that she belongs in Slytherin but when she arriv...
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Aries had always hated chess, even from a little girl. Her brothers would make her play so that they would always win, she would sulk in the corner wishing they would play gobstones but they never would.
Even once the rules were explained to her she never understood. She had played countless games with Peter in the past which he would go easier on her but she never figured it out.
One day after the usual interrogation with Bellatrix and Rodolphus, Peter visited her with the same bread and water. This time was different, instead of untying one of her hands he let both free.
She furrowed her brows as he walked towards the table in the corner of the room and sat down. As she ate she heard wooden pieces being put down on it, she looked over at him setting up a chess board.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"I just thought you could get your mind off things, while being down here."
Aries screwed up her face, "What, you think everything's going to be sunshine and rainbows after playing a game?"
Peter let out a sigh. "Well then, you can just sit there until I go."
"You know I hate chess." Aries stared at him as he sat back in the chair watching her, she rolled her eyes, beginning to stand up.
Every muscle ached, her legs felt unsteady as she began to walk, using the wall to guide her, she was almost at the table when her legs buckled making her fall down to her knees.
Peter shuffled out of his seat to help her but she put her hand up.
"Don't." she said, quickly.
He stood back as she got herself up and into the opposite chair.
"Do you remember the rules?" he asked.
"Pretty much." she lied, she couldn't remember anything about the game.
Peter tilted his head, raising his brows a little.
"Okay, I can't remember how to play." she said, under her breath.
She noticed he held back a small smile as he told her the rules and they began playing. After a few goes as Peter took his, his sleeve lifted up, she saw the tail of the dark mark for a moment before he rolled it back down.
Aries swallowed hard as she spoke. "When did you get it?" she asked calmly, nodding down at where the tattoo was.
He hesitated slightly. "Just before Christmas, 1980."
"That's why you were so jumpy?" Aries asked, letting out a breath. "And your mum, she was never ill, was she?"
"No," he shook his head, softly.
She bit her lip, moving her next piece. "You know she blamed me for your death. Said it was my fault, and for years I believed her."
