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Chapter 4: Meetings & Issues With the Truth
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Two weeks later...
Sebastian sat inside the Hog's Head drumming his fingers on the worn table. It was like a blizzard outside and he silently cursed himself for picking such a horrible night to meet on. The clock tolled midnight and taking a final swig of his butterbeer, her thanked the barmaid and left the pub.
The cold wind stung his cheeks as he walked towards the Forbidden Forest. He looked at Hogwarts in all it's majesty and felt a slight longing. As a child he had always wished to attend there and had even received his letter of acceptance. But because of the war, his mother and father had refused. It had hurt him so much and he was angry with them. He still wished at times, that he could have just been an ordinary kid. To be able to go and hang out with his friends, if he had any, and go out with girls. His life would have been so much more different had he not been the son of Harry Potter. Although it angered him, he knew that his anger was not justified. His father and mother did everything they could to provide for their only son.
Shaking his head to dispel anymore thoughts, he carried on and walked aimlessly, hoping that Aline would arrive.
Aline apparated into the outskirts of the village with a loud crack. Silently cursing herself, she made her way down to the tiny village of Hogsmeade. There was a hurried pace in her step as she was already a quarter of an hour late. She could only hope that the boy she had danced with hadn't left yet. Aline was confused as to why she wanted to see this boy again so badly. To be quite honest it made her feel a bit of harlot. A week after her debutant and after thinking of what Liam had asked her she finally decided that if she were to allow anyone so close to her in that manner it would be Liam. He was gleeful of her acceptance and they immediately "hit it off" so to speak. She was happy, but couldn't help the nagging feeling in her stomach.
As she neared an old abandoned shack she saw a boy with dark hair that shouldn't have been so familiar. He stood with his dark leather jacket and a knit scarf around his neck. His hair was askew due to the wind and his cheeks were tinged pink because of the cold. He stood atop a snowy hill that was completely illuminated by the now present moon.
Aline was sure that he heard her approach as she dragged her feet through the thick blanket of snow.
"You're late." was all he said, still looking up at the moon. His voice was deep and slightly husky, probably from lack of use. Aline tried to supress the slight shudder that shook her frame.
"I apologize, I got caught up in previous arrangements." she said.
She speaks so formally, thought Sebastian. Perhaps she was not comfortable with him, but then again why should she be? Sebastian turned to look at his companion. The girl had her hair straight tonight, her neck engulfed in a scarf, her coat reached her knees and he saw that she wore dark slacks. He laughed lightly and shook his head. She was the very epitome of a pureblood.
"So," she prompted, the formality faltering a bit. "You needed to speak with me about something?"
Sebastian nodded, casting snowflakes and drops of water in everywhich direction. Aline looked slightly uncomfortable.
"I needed to talk to you about something rather important."
"Well then? I don't see what could be so important that you would need to tell me. We hardly know each other."
"I was getting to that part." he said, annoyed.
He took a deep breath, beginning to wonder what he could say to her without sounding like he had gone completely bonkers.
"Have you ever wondered about your parents?" he began. He heard her take in a sharp breath.
"Who are you?" she asked, narrowing her eyes. Her hand had twitched towards her wand.
"You don't know me, and I'm not sure I should tell you who I am just yet, but my name's Sebastian. I know this might seem a little, odd. But I assure you that I have no intentions in harming you."
Aline let out a bitter laugh. "You hurt me? I'd like to see that happen."
Sebastian silently cursed himself. So she was trained, that was going to make things a lot more complicated and gave him extra reason to be cautious about revealing his identity and parenthood. If she was as loyal as she's proving to be, she would immediately go to Voldemort and tell him of 'Potter's child'. He had to be very careful.
"Look. I know some things about you, things that would probably make you question everything you've ever come to know but it's something rather important."
She looked at him curiously, her hand still on her waist, presumably where she had her wand.
"Your grandmother, our grandmother, has been talking to me for quite sometime now. I've learned a lot about you through her."
"My grandmother?" she asked incredulously.
Sebeastian sighed in exaspiration.
"Aline," shock marred her beautiful face as he said her name. "What would you do if I told you that your father is alive?"
Her father? He was alive? So many questions immediately popped into her head in that one moment. Just who was this guy? How could he know so much about her? And why does he say that he knows her grandmother? Aline shook her head angrily, she didn't like people toying with her.
"Who the hell are you?" she asked bitterly.
"I already told you my name is Sebastian."
"Yes but that is a name, not an identity!" she snapped.
"I told you before, I don't feel it's wise of me to tell you that just yet." he said, a sly grin forming on his face.
"Look," he said somberly, "Your father is alive and I know exactly where to find him."
Aline looked at Sebastian for a moment.
"How exactly do you know my grandmother?"
"She's our grandmother actually and I've known her ever since I was thirteen."
"That's a lie, my father never had any siblings."
"Of blood relation no, but our grandparents adopted a girl when your father and my mother were both fifteen, and that girl just happens to be my mother. So, in theory, you are my cousin."
"Cousin?" She had a cousin now? Aline had gone from having only her grandparents to having a father, an aunt, and now a cousin. A cousin that she was strangely attracted to. Aline felt bile rising up her throat at the thought.
"Yes a cousin. Now will you let me explain to you?"
Aline said nothing and Sebastian (she refused to think of him as her cousin) began telling her of his life and how he came to know everything he did. Though she felt like he was still hiding something, but what; she was not sure of.
"I don't believe you. If my father truly were alive then why hasn't he come after me?"
"Are you so daft to not see the obvious?" he asked her.
"He didn't know that your mother was pregnant." he said exasperatedly.
"I do not appreciate being talked down to, Sebastian. So if you're wise you will hold your tongue."
Sebastian rolled his eyes at her and Aline felt all the more flustered and angry. No one had ever given her such sass, not even Liam as they grew up. She was part of a very noble and powerfull family, not to mention she was one of Voldemort's more promising candidates as a Death Eater.
"Haven't you ever wondered about the war? Why it started in the first place?" he asked her.
"Of course I have. It was started when mudbloods and halfbloods began attacking the purebloods out of jealousy. They wanted the power and the wealth. The pureblood race itself had limited numbers and were bound to become extinct had it not been for the Dark Lord to help eliminate everyone else." she replied. Aunt Bellatrix and her home-schooling teacher had taught her so since she could last remember.
"That's the bullshit lies they've been feeding you?" he scoffed.
"They are lies. Voldemort probably made that all up to make himself appear more innocent and appealing to the younger Death Eater generations." he spat the name in disgust an Aline suddenly felt herself get hot under the collar.
"Don't you dare say his name! You will show the Dark Lord respect when around me!"
"Fat chance of that happening. Voldemort is a pathetic half-blood who fears death. Why do you think he's so intent on finding my father? My father's life has been ruined because of that despicable man you call master! He's suffered more than anyone has a given right to! Voldemort murdered his parents when he was a baby and he would have murdered him too had it not been for his mother's love for him!
You think you are above everyone Aline Malfoy when you know absolutely nothing. Voldemort wants your father dead because he chose to love a 'mudblood', because he chose to love your mother. He's wanted to kill my mother ever since she fell in love with my father and had betrayed him.
Why do you look so shocked? Didn't dear old Voldemort tell you that you too are a half-blood? Or did you think that you were a noble pureblood like everyone led you to believe? Are you surprised that Harry bloody Potter is my father?" he spat at her. Sebastian shook with a violent fury.
"I don't believe any of it! Any of your lies!" she yelled.
"You don't have to, but when you're ready to acknowledge the truth ask our grandmother." he said before disapparating, leaving an angry flurr of snow up in the air.
Taking a shaky breath, Aline knew that there was no possible way for any of what Sebastian had said to be true. Their side was the right one, they were the ones who defended themselves against the onslaught. They were the ones who were the victims. Right?
Knowing all of this, Aline tried her hardest to push down the same nagging feeling in her stomach, before she too disapparated away.
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