A muggle.

Shit, you’ve married a muggle. Muggles are oblivious and scared and indulged to destroy anything that they don’t understand, much like the Ministry.

Although, you suppose Robert’s fine, really. A muggle-born, no less, but what can you do? There’s no turning back time now, that’s for sure. If you could, you’d prevent yourself from being born.

And yet, you couldn’t go back in time, so you were hopelessly stuck in some kind of random marriage you agreed to? And liked? With a muggle too, really.

And with such marriage, came children. Yes, children. Unfortunately- but you couldn’t abandon them now, years of studying to waste?

Especially not your daughter, Minerva was far too smart for her own good. At five years old, and it was absolutely killing you- the amount of books, it was too much.

Then again, she was your only daughter..

One son dies, I have the other one.

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“Mum?”