The Divine Bloodline |H.P.|

|6| A Del Vecchio Winter Break

Allegra stared blankly at the shimmering crystals on the chandelier. Bill had once told her woman are like fish: they're attracted to shiny things. She was finding him to be terribly wrong, because right now she was bored out of her mind.

She had only been home for three days and was already itching with lack of things to do. She couldn't use magic outside of Hogwarts because she was underage, her friends were across the country, and she felt guilty at the thought of repeatedly sending the poor owls out into the cold weather to deliver their letters. Plus, any and all tasks related to cleaning or food Mitzy was quick to take care of.

It was lonely times like this that the idea of family clouded her mind. When she wished her family was as big and joyous as the Weasleys. Never a boring day, always full of laughter, teasing, and yelling. Ron complained about the lack of privacy, but it seemed nice to always have someone to talk to.

At the manor it was only her and her Uncle; an enormously vast estate for only two people. It was ridiculous. She had more extended family throughout Europe, but they were strangers to her. She had never met them and she didn't want to meet them. Her Uncle told her they were extreme blood purists and that it was best if they stayed away.

Allegra loved her Uncle, she really did, but it would be a lie if she said she had never fantasized of a completely different life with her mom. She knew next to nothing about her dad except he was still alive, but that was all she needed to know to tell herself he wasn't a good man if he abandoned her and made no move to contact her. Why he incited such hatred from her Uncle.

Would her and her mom have lived in this house together? Would she have sang softly as she read the Daily Prophet or done other minuscule tasks? Did her mom know how to play the piano in the drawing room? Would they banter at the breakfast table like the Weasleys? Would her mother of even had a job and just stay home with her, or would she just work less than her Uncle. Would she of had any younger siblings? Could she have helped her understand her abilities better? Did Isabella Del Vecchio ever fully grasp the mind reading, or stay far, far away from it like she did with the bracelet.

Must have stayed away from it if she wore it in the first place, she thought, bringing the divine heirloom into her line of vision. It was strange to think such an exquisite little piece of jewelry was the barrier between her and insanity. That her mother wore it just ten years ago and it's been in the Del Vecchio family for thousands of years.

And here it was, on a bored little girl's wrist.

Allegra huffed and got out of bed. She threw on her robe over her pajamas before padding out the room. She made her way across the desolate halls and down the marble staircase toward the main floor. However, she paused along the way when she approached her Uncle's study.