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When Mr. and Mrs. Patil received word from their son-in-law about their daughters death they were heartbroken, but Mrs. Patil knew she had a job to carry out. Being a seer had been a blessing and a curse for her daughter, she knew the burden of foreseeing thing she did not want to know about herself and others well. Her daughter had confided in her months ago that she had seen her fate and asked her one last favor, deliver her letters. The ones that said exactly how much she loved each and every member of her family both blood and otherwise. So before heading to the hospital to see their granddaughters, son-in-law, and grandson, she sent the letters via owls, making sure that they each made it to their intended recepients before leaving to mourn the death of her daughter.
I honestly don’t even know how to begin this. I don’t really know how to say goodbye to everyone; I suppose I could be wrong. I could be writing these for absolutely no reason, but I’ve been having visions of my death and my funeral since July and I’m only hoping that you all are reading this after Evan’s birth because as much as I want to be with my baby, I don’t want that to happen in death. She needs to grow and go to school and get married and do amazing things even if I’m not there to see them. I know you are probably wondering why I didn’t tell you, but death is an unstoppable force, a force of nature that can’t be changed or swayed. Even with magic, I know that better than anyone as a healer. I can try to play god all I want, but it doesn’t work like that. Everyone has a time and this is mine; there was no reason to mar whatever time we have left together. I would never want anyone to spend a minute worrying about me, so I wouldn’t change that now. I’m writing this because death can be quick and sudden and I need to make sure all of you know exactly what you mean to me. I love you all like family, going through everything we’ve been through together there is no way not to come out the other side without the kind of bond that all of us have. We’re a family, all of us. An unbreakable, permanent bond.
Santana and Rome and Fleur
You three have been my best friends for as long as I can remember. We’ve almost died together more than once, we’ve cried to each other. We’ve been through more than I can possibly imagine and I don’t think I ever tell you how much you mean to me. There are so many moments in my life that I needed you and you were always there without fail. Whether it was dragging me out of bed after a particularly bad breakup or turning the Room of Requirement into our personal closet to take our minds off of silly boys that weren’t worth our time to begin with. (Santana, don’t forget about that closet. Make sure you go visit our shoes!) I love you three more than anything and I don’t want you to ever forget that. You are my family, my safety net. Please watch over your nieces and nephew. Make sure they know how much I loved them. That I never wanted to leave them.
Hermione, Rachel, Brittany, Kurt, and Noah
I have to ask more of you five than I should, more than is fair for me to ask, but I don’t have any other option. You four are the rocks. I have to task you with something that should be my job, but I don’t believe I will be there to fulfill it. Take care of Harry and the kids, help him with them, make sure that they are okay. I trust you four. I know you will take care of them. You are like my sisters and brothers. I know you will do what’s best.
Jesse
Jess, I’ve always been closer to you than I am to my actual siblings. You are my big brother and I honestly don’t know what I would do without you. You’ve been my protector and my rock for as long as I can remember. You gave me away at my wedding, the first person I told about Delilah. Sometimes I think we were always meant to be brother and sister, but we were just born in the wrong families. God only knows we can fight like siblings. I know this isn’t going to be easy for you, it certainly isn’t easy for me to say goodbye to you. You’re my best friend in so many ways. I know that when I chose my children’s godparents, I picked correctly at each and every turn. There is no one I trust more with them then those I’ve entrusted to help raise them. I’m sorry I won’t be there to watch Lily and Harrison and Nate grow up, I’m sure they will all do amazing things and be great friends and cousins to Lilah, Will, Evan, and Teddy. I love you Jess. I promise I’ll watch over them from this end if you get that one.
Delilah and Will
Delilah Isabella and William Danger, you two are perfect. Everything about you. Delilah, you are strong and brave and fiercely independent. William, you are smart and observant and both exactly what I have tried to raise you both to be. You’ve both been through so much in such a short period of time and I know this won’t be easy. I’m sorry I’m not there. I’m so sorry, but I love you. I love you more than anything in this entire world and beyond so please don’t ever question that. You are my everything. And the most painful part about all of this is knowing that I won’t be there to see you grow and rise and do amazing things. Know that there is nothing I wouldn’t have done to be there for you, to help you along the way. I love every single second of being your mum. Listen to your dad, it’s going to be hard for him, be good for him and your aunts and uncles. I will always look out for you. Always and forever. You will never be alone.
Evan
Evan, my baby. I haven’t even met you yet and I really hope and pray that I get to before this letter becomes current. I can feel you kicking right now as if to tell me you’re okay and you’ve always been a comfort. I’ve never met you, but I love you. I love you to the moon and back. You are my perfect little girl and I can already tell how amazing you are and are going to be. You are lucky, luckier than you could ever imagine. You won’t have me, but you have the most amazing older brothers and sister who are going to look out for you, the best aunts and uncles that have ever existed. They are truly amazing and will always be there for you no matter what. Rachel and Hermione will help you with whatever you need, whenever you and Delilah need girl time or someone to talk to, go to them. When you need to shop, go find Uncle Kurt or Aunt Santana, they will show you how do it just like I used to. Best of all, your dad is the Chosen One and don’t you dare ever let anyone tell you otherwise. Be proud of it. Your dad is amazing, even without that stuff, be good to him. He’s still learning, but he’s a really good dad. The best. Most importantly, don’t ever forget how much I love you. How much I’ll always love you. I’ll always watch over you.
Harry
Baby, I don’t even know how to start this. I’m so sorry I’m not going to be there to help you with the kids and to be with you in general. If I had any say in the matter I would never leave you or them. I love you, Harry. The last seven months have been amazing. I know you’ve had trouble the last few months trying to find yourself, trying to figure out who you are without the Chosen One title, but I hope soon you’ll look at yourself and see what I see. This amazing husband and father and friend who would do anything to protect the people he loves and watches way too much Jersey Shore. I know it’s going to be tough to raise them by yourself, but you are going to be amazing at it. You already are an amazing father, you just need to trust yourself a little more. You know what you are doing, you have good instincts and they love you. They need you, they need you more than anything and I need you to watch over them. Protect them. Be everything they need you to be. You have so many people helping you. They need you to be strong for them and when you can’t, don’t be afraid to ask for help. Please read my letters to them, I know they are too young and won’t understand now, but don’t let them forget me. Please be happy. Move on. Fall in love with someone else. I know you will be happy someday. I’m just glad I got to be a part of it for a little while. I hope you know that being with you and our kids is the happiest I’ve ever been. I love you more than anything. I want you to always know that.
Parvati watched with tears in her eyes as the healer walked into the room. She knew him, he worked at St. Mungo’s and was clearly under the imperio curse. She looked down, immediately regretting it when she felt the searing pain of the scalpel against her skin. It didn’t taken much to realize that while the spell rendered her immobile, it did not protect against pain. She felt every cut, every tug, the pressure and the realize, beginning to float in and out of consciousness before finally hearing one loud, exasperated cry. She looked up and saw her daughter, her perfect Evan, crying loudly and the mother immediately let out a breath, because if nothing else her baby was okay. Everything was worth it because she was okay. She wanted to hold her, even get a better look at her face, see if she looked like her or Harry, but she couldn’t move. She stared across the room, watching the little girl’s every move, trying to soak in as much as she could.
She moved her eyes slightly and saw Rodolphus, quickly drawing a deep breath, she moved her eyes back to Evan. This was the moment she had been trying to prepare herself for for the last six months, she’d seen it coming in many different forms, but this was it; she was useless to the death eaters now. She’d served her purpose. She blinked away the tears as she took one last look at Evan, whispering an ‘i love you’ knowing that the little girl didn’t understand yet, but needing to say it. Keeping her eyes fixed on the little girl, she never saw the spell coming. It was exactly what Harry had described to her, it felt like a punch in the gut and then nothing. No pain, no feeling, just nothing. Parvati was gone.
Rodolphus was quick to admire his work. He succeeded in what he had previously failed, he took a moment to scribble down a note for Harry, one last taunt, intending to leave the body exactly the way it was, bloody and mangled, a true reflection of the atrocity Pav had gone through with Evan’s birth and the torture the last week had held for the young woman. He played on the emotions, the guilt he knew Potter already felt with the truth that they wouldn’t have been able to get to his wife if he had never left her. That their child wouldn’t have been ripped from her body and present as the life left her mother’s eyes. That none of this would’ve been possible if it wasn’t for Harry’s desire to find himself. He ended the note with a simple thank you for all the steps Harry had taken to ensure that Rodolphus’s plan would succeed.
Parvati had been laying there for hours, it might have been a day or better. She had lost all track of time. She really didn’t know what was going on anymore; from what she had managed to gather, she’d been there more than a week and with the random contractions she was having, she was giving up hope for getting out of here before Evan was born. It was just a matter of time before the contractions stopped being random and stop and start and became more consistent. She could tell Rodolphus was getting impatient. He would often pace outside the door or try to yell at her and stress her into labor. He had told her everything under the sun about her own family. That each of them were dead, that her friends were, anything he could to try to expedite the labor process, but Parvati never believed him.
She glanced up from her bed when the door opened, knowing things were about to go badly wrong as soon as she saw multiple death eaters file into the room. She felt the spell and her body went limp. She couldn’t move but she was still very much aware of everything going on. No one addressed her directly, but she could hear the chatter going around the room. All in reference to her. Rodolphus insisting he could cut the child out himself and take great pleasure in doing it and another death eater convincing him to wait for the healer because if any harm came to the child, the plan would be ruined.
Everything clicked for the young mother in that moment. Delilah had been a precursor, she wasn’t Harry’s biological child and she knew it was Harry’s child she was looking for. They needed Harry’s blood to bring back Voldemort and her daughter was what they needed.
Parvati knew this wasn’t going to be good as soon as she felt the first contraction. This is what the death eaters wanted, what they had been trying to induce for days. Stress was causing her child to come early and stress would cost Evan her life if Parvati didn’t manage to stop the contractions. She wasn’t entirely sure how to do that without magic or any kind of medical supplies, it was early. The contractions were quite far apart, maybe if she could just calm down they would stop. Calming down was easier said than done all things considered.
She checked the room over once more, trying to find if there was anything that could possibly help her, but there was nothing. Biting down on her lip, she eased herself back onto the bed and ran her hands over her stomach, taking deep breaths to try to relax. “Okay Evan, you need to calm please.” She whispered, softly rubbing the bump. “It’s too soon. Mommy just needs you to stay in there a little bit longer. Please just stay in here a little bit longer. I promise I will try to relax a bit. I will try my hardest to stay calm for you, but you need to stay put.” She said, trying to reason with the child even though it was ridiculous to think that it would work. “I just need you to stay safe, please.” She wiped away the tear forming in the corner of her eye, “Everything is going to be okay. Daddy is working on it, I’m sure he is. He has to be close to finding us.” She whispered hopefully. She continued to take deep breaths trying to relax enough to stop the labor or at least manage to slow it down. The only thing she knew for sure was that this baby could not come into the world while Rodolphus Lestrange was outside the door.
“Time to wake up,” Parvati heard a gravelly voice speak loudly and pulling her from exhausted state. As the fog of sleep faded, reality quickly settled back in and she realized she couldn’t move and she wasn’t alone. The last memory came flooding back, remembering the spell that was used on her to knock her out. She had almost forgotten for a few minutes that she had not fallen asleep of her own volition, not in this hell hole, not under these circumstances. Her wrists were bound tightly behind her back with some kind of wire that pulled against her skin when she fought against it, quickly accompanied by the prickle of fresh tears before she had the chance to try and stop them. She glanced up, taking a sharp breath when she saw Rodolphus accompanied by a death eater she didn’t recognize. It didn’t exactly surprise her; most of the death eaters that she did know were dead, although Rodolphus had a nasty habit of coming back from the dead.
“You seem to have trouble staying away from us, Mrs. Potter. It’s a nice change not having to play the name game for once with you.” Rodolphus said, his hands clasped behind his back as he looked down at her.
“It’s not like I came on my own,” she said, looking up at him. She tried not to show any fear, keeping her shaking hands clasped so it didn’t show. She wasn’t sure if her stone demeanor had helped the last time or not, but she was not about to give Rodolphus the satisfaction of being the one to finally break her. His jaw clenched when she spoke. She could tell by the look on his face that he was hell-bent on getting his way. That might have worked in her favor, desperation meant that he needed her for something, as long as she didn’t give it to him and he couldn’t get it anywhere else, she and Evan would stay alive.
His eyes lowered to her once again and she could tell that he was struggling to keep a calm exterior. “This will be quick and simple for you, Mrs. Potter. All you have to do is give me what I want.” He paced in front of chair before stopping in front of her. “The resurrection stone. I know that Potter has it so I’m sure that means that you’ve seen it, where is it?”
She took a deep breath, she had heard the bedtime story her whole life. The deathly hallows. It wasn’t until she was older that she found out they actually existed. She knew exactly what the resurrection stone did and if they wanted it, she had a pretty good idea of who they were looking to contact. It couldn’t happen; there was no way the ministry could allow Voldemort to pull the strings from beyond the grave. Why did she always seem to get wrapped up in the middle of death eater business? She would have much rather been out of the loop completely and not tied to a chair in the abandon basement of the person she had killed. Her mind was going a million miles a moment before a swift slap to the face brought her back to reality.
“I asked you a question, Mrs. Potter.” He repeated, any small amount of patience he had was now gone. She could tell by the look on his face that he was incredibly serious about this and she knew that he wasn’t going to like her answer.
“I don’t know, I’ve never seen it.” She clenched her jaw after she spoke, knowing that she was probably going to get hit again, but she didn’t know. Just as she expected, her answer was not well received what so ever and Rodolphus was quick to show his distaste with the cruciatus curse. Her body tensed in pain, trying her best not to scream as she watched the other man stop Rodolphus, who begrudgingly ceased the spell, finally allowing her to catch her breath.
“I’m only going to ask you one more time. Where is the resurrection stone?”
“I’m telling you the truth. I know it exists, but I’ve never seen it. If Harry has it, I’ve never seen it. I swear on my daughter’s life. I don’t know.” She shook her head, trying to get him to believe her. This was not a situation she wanted to put Evan through, she knew her daughter was strong, but she didn’t want her to have to prove it while still in the womb. She flinched as he lost his temper, knocking the table over in response, taking that to mean that he believed her.
“Fine.” He spat the word, grabbing the back of her chair as he leaned in only a few inches from her face. “For your sake, you better hope you know the answers to the questions when I come back.” He knocked her chair over matching the table before the two men stormed out of the room. She winced as the chair landed on its side and after an hour or so, she managed to wiggle and maneuver her way out of it with her hands still tied behind her back. She could feel the wire cutting into her wrists as she pulled as it, attempting to undo it. When she finally got it undone, she looked at the damage to her wrists and sighed. She wasn’t exactly sure what the next round of questions would be, but she was quite certain she didn’t want to answer them.
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