Summary: Sequel of Flora Ridle’s story, a new stage of her life. After being introduced to the wizarding world, the Brazillian witch Flora and her husband Felipe decide to move to Hogsmead with their family. Gradually Flora gets in contact with her origins, Black, Riddle, Gaunt, Slytherin, Perverell… She gradually wins her place in the world to which she belongs with Harry Potter’s help, who isn’t sure of his feelings for her, and under Hermione’s care.

"This story was based on the Harry Potter series, created by JK Rowling, on which I have no property rights and is not my intention to infringe any copyright.
It's a fan fiction story That Incorporate characters she created."

Translatio into English: Rogerio C. Migliorini;
Beta-reader: Nups 21
Chapters list:

1. The careful and watchful Harry
2. Preparing to be born again
3.Hogsmead
4. Lost and Found
5. Hermione and Hogwarts
6. Was she bewitched?
7. Flying Yan
8. Returning to the origins
9. Grimmauld Place
10. Tom Marvolo Riddle
11. I'll fly
12. The Gaunts
13. Slytherin
14. The Secret of the tower
15. Concerns
16. Flora Riddle
17. The new secrets of the Shrieking Shack
18. Wating for the dust to settle
19. The Christmas Party

This story is being posted on fanfiction.net and contosdasmasmorras.com simultaneously (my nickname in those sites is Mrs. Borgin... ), and I'm posting the credits of my beta-reader Nups21 and SS over there.


1.The careful and watchful Harry

It was late at night, and Harry couldn’t sleep. He got up quietly so as to not to wake his wife up and went to the living room. There, he picked up the Daily Prophet that like quite often, had his picture on the front-page. However, it wasn’t the one he was looking for... There she was: facing back; long black hair; graceful silhouette... He read the head-line as if to fool himself that he wasn’t looking for the photo, but to the editorial content.

AURORS BAR RISE OF DARKNESS
Mr. Harry Potter, head of the Aurors, tells how they subdued and subjugated a group of former Death Eaters, being organized under the authority of Lucius Malfoy in an attempt for the return of power of darkness. Lucius’ son, Draco Malfoy, too actively took part in the action.
Lucius Malfoy had convinced the other Death Eaters that a Brazilian woman visiting the country, Flora Gressler Ferreira, was a direct descendant of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. He believed that the Dark Lord’s daughter shared plans with Lucius himself to regain the power…


Harry stopped reading for a moment. Fortunately, he had succeeded, in his interview to the Prophet, to convince people that Flora didn’t share her uncle’s plans. So she was free to move around the magical world without being pointed at as a threat ... Maybe one day they’d bump into each other when shopping in Diagon Alley ... No. It wasn’t likely.

He felt a little unclean as he couldn’t get Flora off his mind. It was the first time this had happened since he fell in love with his wife, back in the school days. However, Flora was like a magnet to him. Her beauty, sweetness, courage and skills fascinated him. He’d often catch himself thinking about her, even at work, and it was driving him mad. At home, he’d be embarrassed to even look at Ginny after the working day. It was impossible for him to look at her face as before. He couldn’t understand his feelings. He needed to see Flora again; it was like his need to breathe. It disgusted him.

He remembered Dumbledore telling him how Voldemort, at the time he worked in Borgin & Burkes, used his charm to trick people as well as to persuade them into giving or selling him items of great value. That was it. Flora had inherited her father’s power of seduction, and was using it on him, Harry Potter. She was cheating him. She had partaken in the Malfoy Manor break-in to prevent her uncle from taking over the power as she wanted to rule alone. He would stop her. That was his mission: after all he was the head of the Aurors. Yes, this would keep her under his eyes. He couldn’t let Flora have access to the dark arts. He needed to keep her away from the Malfoys and also to keep a close watch on every one of her step. By doing his duty he wouldn’t be doing anything wrong. Besides, this would work as a good explanation to Ginny. Finally, by fooling himself he managed to give himself what he desperately needed, an excuse to be close to Flora. Then, he fell asleep, tired but relieved.

The following day he discussed with Ginny about his mistrust of Flora. He said that she might be cunning and that it would be better to keep a close eye on her. He didn’t say anything about how much he was attracted to Flora as Ginny wouldn’t understand that part. However, he didn’t need to; Ginevra Weasley Potter knew her husband very well. Moreover, as a woman she didn’t need all the words to be spoken out for her to understand everything.

Ginny agreed with her husband. Yes, they should keep a close eye on Flora. However, she suggested that he get help from a trusted person. She suggested that no one would be better for that than her sister-in-law Hermione, married to her brother Ron. Hermione was very smart (besides being Ginny’s confidante), and wouldn’t be fooled by Flora. Harry agreed with Ginny. She had overwhelmed him with her argument as well as her deep blue eyes. When he looked at them, he couldn’t even think about disagreeing with her. Childishly happy, he was grateful to his wife for having saved him from temptation. He’d ask Hermione to keep Flora close under observation, and also to keep him informed about anything.

The same night they went to Ron and Hermione’s. In the wizarding village, the Granger-Weasley’s house stood out from the other ones that seemed to keep the style of the forties. It was a modern house that had a multitude of roofs and windows that opened to the day light in any season; it was well ventilated and the use of demolition materials could be seen in every room. All of that clearly showed their great concern for the environment.

Hermione was on the balcony at the back of the house writing in her notebook, an article for the Daily Prophet, while watching her husband and children play Quidditch in a mini-camp that was built in collaboration with their neighbor and her husband’s brother, George Weasley. Harry, Ginny and the children follow along the corridor that flanked the house, accompanied by the sound of the balls bouncing and brooms whizzing in the air,.

Harry and his family’s arrival took Hermione by surprise. She smiled and invited them to sit down:

“Although you’d certainly rather join them.” Hermione pointed out as Harry’s children were already climbing up brooms to meet their cousins in the air.

“It’s tempting, but in fact Ginny and I need to talk to you.”

So, Ron climbs off his broom with a smile, hugged his brother-in-law and tapped not so gently on his back, in a greeting that showed they were much more than relatives. Afterwards, he kissed his sister on her forehead and still smiling, asked them:

“What brings you here? Long time no see us?” He laughed because they had met just the day before at his mother’s for the Sunday lunch.

Harry explained to both, his suspicions regarding Flora’s moral integrity and intentions. Then he asked Hermione to help him to discretely keep a close watch on her.

“I thought that Flora and her family went back to Brazil?”

“They have, Hermione. But Prof. McGonagall told me that they intended to come back, and that their children have received the Hogwarts letters stating that they were registered by the magic quill. This confirms that they have decided to stay among us. I must closely follow each of her steps, and keep a close eye on her just in case she gives a hint of what we fear.”

“But I told Harry that I think a woman should do this, as we have a better understanding of what goes on in the head of another woman. Besides, we don’t take in certain charms” ... (Ginny winked to Hermione). “I myself would have done this for my husband if it wasn’t for the busy schedule I got this year.”

Ginny explained that she didn’t think it wise to ask Hannah, Neville’s wife, to help them. She wouldn’t be unbiased, as she was used to being kind in her judgment on people. Furthermore, she was emotional & vulnerable at the moment on account of her pregnancy.

Hermione agreed. She would approach Flora and Felipe to help them to adapt to the magical world so that she would be able to keep an eye on them. She also agreed that the Ferreiras should have the opportunity to experience different things than just the ones the Malfoys could offer them.

“Now, how about a light meal: fish and colorful salad?”

“Plus paste and sauce; it sounds perfect.” Ron completed in high spirits.

“Ron and his eternal teenager hunger!!”

The two women relieved their husbands from helping them in the kitchen to have a moment "girls-only" to chit-chat a little. Their husbands, then, enjoyed the sunset with the children, in a game of hide and seek on brooms. Quidditch had to be stopped since it is impossible to play it when the large balls could no longer be seen, let alone the snitch.

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1. The careful and watchful Harry: http://www.snitchseeker.com/10908640-post1.html

Flora and Felipe had long talks about leaving their jobs and home to move to a new world. Both agreed that it was like being born again. They would try it.

Since Narcissa Malfoy had assured her of the legal origin of her heritage, Flora decided to accept it. She felt at peace with the wizarding folks, once she had taken part in her uncle and the other Death Eaters’ arrest, who still had archaic ideas of pure-bloods, as well as contempt for the Muggles. And the Malfoy Manor break-in had frustrated the attempt of the return of darkness. Actually, it was quite hard to give up heaps of galleons. It wasn’t even necessary to know how much they were worth in real, dollars, pounds or euros to know that they topped a lottery prize ... Surely there was enough to start a new life without sacrificing the family's savings.

Before leaving, they had little time to pack some clothes as well as a few objects having sentimental value, get permission to take their dogs on the trip, and say goodbye to friends and relatives (her husband had many brothers). As most of the dear persons they’d be leaving in Brazil were Muggles, they told them that they had been offered an irresistible working opportunity in UK. Later on they could think of how to get around possible visits.

They threw a great farewell party, but Flora didn’t even have time to talk to her witch friends. She had an incredible urge to share about the wizarding world with them, but felt that it wasn’t the time yet. Once things had settled down, they could invite them over for a visit

Just a week after they had left England, they were back at her aunt’s home, who wouldn’t let them stay at the Leaky Cauldron, however much they insisted. In some visits to Diagon Alley they had bought the whole list of school materials for Lia and Ricardo. The children couldn’t keep their excitement to themselves. They soon became faithful customers of George and Ron Weasley’s store, the Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes. There wasn’t a single trip to the alley that didn’t result in pockets full of jokes and tricks. Though their cousin Scorpius liked going there the most, his father wouldn’t let him go to this store at will. So, he could only buy things when he sneaked there.

Flora was happy to be able to walk around Diagon Alley without being recognized or suspected as Voldemort’s heir. That was possible because Harry Potter had stated in the paper that there had been a misunderstanding concerning her. It was better to leave it like that. Few people still looked strangely at her, but they no longer shunned her. Those who knew the truth wouldn’t openly talk about it so as to not embarrass her, so she was very comfortable. She’d have personally thanked Harry, if it weren’t for Draco and his insistence that she not do that. Her cousin had assured her that Potter didn’t need anything else to have his ego inflated. She realized that her cousin and she had very different ideas about Mr. Potter. However in deference to his cousin, she didn’t contact the head of the Aurors.

Felipe was increasingly becoming attached to Draco, who had taught him many things, including flying on broomsticks. Felipe seemed to have been born to fly, as well as his sons Ricardo and Yan. They abused the risky maneuvers in midair, which left Flora with her heart pounding especially when they flew in a "v" shape, such as wild ducks, as they always did before performing these exercises. Flora and Lia liked the ground better and enjoyed learning domestic spells from Aunt Narcissa, especially when she fumbled with them. Because of the number of employees she had, she hardly ever had to use them; so they were quite rusty.
One afternoon, while Draco, Scorpius, Felipe, Ricardo and Yan were practicing their flight, Narcissa commented:

“You’d have learnt a lot more with my sister.”

“I thought my mother was averse to housework. The little I heard about her tells that she didn’t like it at all.”

“No, not Bellatrix…I'm talking about your other aunt, Andromeda. We haven’t spoken in years. I think I'm getting old, I can’t see any more sense in our distance, I shouldn’t have been so frivolous but…”

Astoria, Draco's wife, had been quietly listening to the talk until then. This silence was because she didn’t feel at ease with Flora, because since Flora’s arrival, her mother-in-law had put her in the background. Yet, she ventured a guess:

“The choice of a husband talks a lot about the person; you shouldn’t blame yourself like this.”

“Well, I think we should always review our positions, especially when they concern our family. Sometimes
we make hasty judgments, especially when we're young. The good thing is that as long as we are alive, we have a chance to change.” said Flora.

Astoria grinned. But she was a bit miffed with Flora's remark. Flora’s aunt agreed with her niece:

“Yeah, you’re right. I’ll think about that. Is everything ready for the start of the school year?”

“We’ve already bought the school books, uniforms, and the owls… but in fact, Felipe and I aren’t ready yet to stay away from the children for so long. Perhaps, it’s exactly for this reason that the kids are so excited... If I can remember correctly, when I was their age I too would have loved to live away from my parents, and take some risks once in a while.” She smiled.

“You’ll soon get used to it. Anyway, from what I understand, you do intend to settle in Hogsmead, don’t you?

“Yeah, it’s the closest to them as possible. When I was at Hogwarts I talked with Professor McGonagall about the possibility of me studying a little in the school library. The idea then was to do it during the holidays, because at that time I really didn’t think we would be moving here. It seemed more of a wish than a real possibility.”

“I’ve never heard of any parents ever have free access to the school. However, yours is a special case.” Astoria apparently encouraged Flora. However, deep down she was trying to do just the opposite.

“If I don’t try, how will I know?”

Narcissa noticed some uneasiness in the air and interrupted the conversation, announcing that the tea was ready.

Flora's family went to bed early, right after dinner; Draco, Astoria and Scorpius too went home straight away, since next morning Scorpius, Ricardo and Lia were going to catch the train to Hogwarts and Hogsmead.

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Narcissa Malfoy taught Flora and Felipe how to reduce the size of their belongings, to be able to fit everything into just a small suitcase. She promised to take in the dogs as soon as they were released from the quarantine imposed by the custom officers of the International Airport. Felipe didn’t let Draco Confund the officers to release the dogs because he didn’t like to take advantage of his powers to force anyone. Of course, the children protested otherwise.

Getting to Platform Nine and Three-Quarters at King's Cross Station hadn’t been much difficult, because Scorpius had been forbidden to play tricks on his cousins by Draco. Draco began wondering whether maintaining contact with his cousins was for the better or not, because Scorpius’s obstinacy and playfulness was increasing on every day they spent together.

Draco gave Felipe an old and crumpled kettle, and explained that it was a portkey which would take them straight to Hogsmead. It would start to work two minutes after the departure of the Hogwarts Express, which was still half an hour away.

The platform was already crowded. Noisy and cheerful students were everywhere. Parents were trying to get something more than just "hasty goodbyes" from their children. Their advice and recommendations went into the air. Flora found it all very amusing, proving that both, parents and children are alike everywhere in the world.

Her eldest son had already said goodbye even before he had been through the platform wall. He intended to avoid those "mommy little kisses" in front of his future school-mates. His sister who was more free in expressing her love than him had thrown her arms around her mother, as if to delay the departing time a little. Once on the platform, Ricardo got into the train as fast as he could. Once inside, he waves with one hand while with the other, he playfully mimicked horns glaring behind Scorpius’s head. Draco’s son turned to his Brazilian cousin and instead of starting a discussion smiling, said "Just wait and watch."

Then, Harry Potter came there and said to Draco that he’d never seen Scorpius behave like that before. If it wasn’t for the hair, he would have said that he was a Weasley. Draco looked back in his eyes and said:

“Don’t exaggerate, Potter. Here, you aren’t my boss.”

Flora and Felipe observed how the comment annoyed Draco. Flora couldn’t contain herself and so tried to ease the things:

“I think Scorpius has been contaminated by the Brazilian mood. He and Ricardo have really gotten along with each other in these days they spent together.”

“Flora, Felipe. How are you?” Harry asks, pretending not to have seen them yet.

Ginny gets near them along with Ron and Hermione.

“Your son has become one of my best customers in the recent days. And no use in asking me to not to consider the orders via owl mail, for I am above all, a businessman.” remarked Ron Weasley. Smiling, he greeted Flora, Felipe, Draco, and Astoria who put on her brightest smile to greet him back.

Hermione stepped forward:

“Do you remember me? I’m Hermione Granger. I’m going to spend a few days working in Hogsmead next week.”

“I hope that by then I would already have a house to call you for a cup of tea. I’ll never forget any of you. We had very strong experiences together.” Flora said. Seeing Harry clear his throat she continued, “During my first and hopefully my last battle.”

All agreed that it would be the last one. They heard a noise and looked at the large clock on the station. The train would be leaving in two minutes. Lia said goodbye to her parents, but not knowing what to do next, she simply kept on looking around the big train. Right then, Lily Potter, Harry and Ginny’s daughter, held her hand and took her inside the train.

Flora turned to Ginny and smiling, said:

“It’s very kind of your daughter. Lia is a little scared, but doesn’t want to show that, because just like me, she doesn’t like to back off from her decisions. You see, she was the one who had asked us to let her go to Hogwarts. But, Ricardo, on the other hand, has no problem to adapt to a new place. He makes friends easily.”

Then, Draco signaled that the kettle was changing colors, transforming into a portkey. So it would take them to Hogsmead. They quickly said goodbyes to each other. Flora held Yan tightly against her body and, at the last moment, noted the green eyes that looked deeply into hers. Harry’s.

When they arrived in Hogsmead, Neville and Hannah were waiting for them. They invited the guests to visit their new house near the post office. The beautiful house stood in a side street. In front of it was a wrought iron gate with small tendrils and flowers that gave the house a very delicate and cheerful look. The light green gate matched the vines that covered the low walls round the house. The house itself was a darker shade of green. It had large windows and a small balcony in the front. Hannah asked them all to come in, but Flora was looking at the house next door that had a board saying it was for sale. It was a one-story pink house with white windows and a flowery garden in the front. Low walls surrounded it too and made it appear an extension of Hannah’s house. Hannah noticed Flora’s interested gaze and said:

“This is the house that I mentioned to you and Felipe. As you can see, it seems to be waiting for you. How about having a look at it after lunch?”

Flora and Felipe agreed. The little Yan ran around the Longbottoms’ house, trying to spot Hogwarts castle. At the back of the house he could see from behind a hill high towers pointing to the sky. He immediately said:

“If there’s any room at the back of the pink house, it’s gonna be mine!"

They craned their necks over the wall (that were higher at the back of the house than in front of it) and saw two trees, possibly an apple tree and a large pine one, planted in a large lawn.

“WOW! Felipe, this house is perfect. The dogs and the children will love it.”

“I know THEY will love it, darling. But after lunch we can decide on that, right? I am starving now.”

Felipe hugged her fondly. Sometimes his wife did not seem to be older than a seven-year-old child.

Hannah had prepared a simple, but very tasty lunch. After the meal, Neville, Felipe and Yan go out for a walk. Besides learning more about the village, they chatted with the owner of the neighboring house. Flora helped tidy up the kitchen for giving Hannah some rest. Both women talked as easily and freely as if they were long lost old friends.

But those green eyes don’t leave her mind. She doesn’t understand why the head of the Aurors could still be somewhat interested in her. He should have realized that Flora was honest and not a threat. She thought of mentioning this to Hannah, but then brushed the matter aside, remembering her mother’s words:
"He who guards his lips guards his life, but he who speaks rashly will come to ruin." Maybe it was better to keep her mouth shut lest she be misunderstood.

The men came back bringing the pink house key with them. Flora was so excited that she forgot to take off her apron before running off to meet Felipe at the front gate. There he said:

“You better like it, because there are no other houses for sale in the neighborhood.”

“I have no doubt that I will. Besides, it is pink, Lia's favorite color.”

“Speaking about that…” she looked at the clock. “Hannah said that they should be midway.”

The house was much more than everything that Flora had imagined. The previous occupants of the house had left some old furniture behind as well as a piano, which made it even more charming if that were possible:

“Is it real, Felipe? Can it be ours? It has one room for Lia, another one at the back for the boys, and a very charming one with flowers in the window for us. It seems to have been customized to my dreams!”

Her husband nodded his head in agreement. She knew he’d liked it too. Yan came running from the yard, having fun with a gnome that hung from his cap.

“Mom, look at that!"

Neville said that maybe afterwards, he could teach them to stop the infestation, but Flora thought it wouldn’t be necessary because the gnomes seemed harmless.

They spent the rest of the afternoon unpacking and tiding up the house. Felipe told Flora that he had done the deal even before seeing the inside of the house. As their only option, they had to make sure it was them, and make the necessary changes along the time.

Later in the afternoon, Neville went to school to welcome the returning and new students. Hannah had her Brazilian neighbors over for tea. They suggested that they all eat on the back balcony of the house from where the school could be seen. Maybe, by seeing it, they could symbolically take part in the magic moments that happened in their children’s lives.

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Next morning Hannah went to Flora’s house, to give the message sent by Neville, that Ricardo had been sorted to Gryffindor house and Lia to Ravenclaw. They seemed both happy and excited.

They both were doing well. Besides, nobody had shown any kind of prejudice against them regarding their family origin, or because they were foreigners. Flora and Felipe were relieved to know this.

The fact that Neville had to sleep in the school for few days a week upset Hannah. Flora offered to help her neighbor in such times or whenever necessary, "Neighbors are like relatives in times of difficulty."

Felipe and Yan went out to look for a place to open The Lan, the computing equipment shop and the training school. They spent the whole morning at it while Flora stayed at home, amused with the garden. She thought that once she knew how to use magic, lunch would be ready in like, seconds! An hour later she remembered that she had yet to buy all the ingredients. So, she changed and went out, without asking Hannah their address. Being a small village, she believed that if she got lost trying to find a grocery store, it would be a good opportunity to get to know the local businesses. Taking her purse and her wand, that practically felt like a part of her, even if she couldn’t use it much, she made her way out.

She walked in the opposite direction from where they had arrived the day before because she wanted to see the rest of the small street. It was a residential street, no different from any others she had lived in for the last 37 years.

But.. that street ended in a field. So, she came back along the same way to try her luck on the opposite end of it. She was about to turn its corner, when she saw Harry Potter leaving the post-office.

Taking a deep breath, she walked towards him.

“Good morning, Mr. Potter, I didn’t expect to meet you here.”

“Actually, I didn’t expect to come to Hogwarts today, either. I just came from there. Prof. McGonagall asked me to address the inaugural class of Defense Against the Dark Arts to introduce the new teacher, my friend Viktor Krum. Nevertheless, I never thought that it’d be now in the first term itself.”

“I'm going to market to do some shopping for lunch”.

“May I join you?”

“Ah, well, yes. Felipe and I have already settled down here. We got a house next to the Longbottons’. It would be a pleasure to have you and Ginny over for a cup of tea ... and…”

“It’d be my pleasure.” He grinned. “ Is there anything you would like to ask me?”

"Yes, actually, there are some things: first; thank you for your statement to the Daily Prophet. You were amazing, really. It helped a lot - everyone is being hospitable to us now. Thank you."

"You're welcome. Anything else?"

"Oh, yes." Flora looked down sadly. " When I saw my uncle for the first time we were at the cemetery for my dear friend Sophia’s funeral . Did he have something to do with her death?"

"I'm afraid so. In fact, Goyle did. When they went to Brazil looking for you, Lucius, felling very powerful at the time due to the possibility to regain power with your help, decided to take a dementor with them to be more persuasive, so to speak,. He was able to find your clinic address and, as you weren't there, he tried to persuade your friend to tell where he could find you. But, it seems, she refused to do so, then Goyle tortured her using the Cruciatus curse. While Goyle "took care" of your friend, Lucius searched your room. That's when it happened: Lucius left Goyle alone with your friend and the dementor. Unfortunaty, Goyle was never able to conjure a Patronus, so that the dementor got out and ended up "kissing" your friend. Its kiss actually sucks the person's soul. At the sound of the kiss, Lucius hurried up to meet them. But it was too late. They had to kill her."

Flora stifled a cry of horror by clapping her hands over her mouth. After a few minutes in silence, she was still in shock and her eyes were filled with tears. Harry lowered his eyes and patted her on the shoulders, somewhat uncertain whether this would be appropriate gesture. Flora said:

"How horrible! It was my fault! She really didn't deserve it, she was a great friend."
After she got a few more minutes in silence. Harry respectfully waited some seconds, then asked:

"Anything else you want to know?"

"Ah, yes, indeed. It is actually a request."
Harry looked at her with curiosity. She continued, sniffling a little as she wiped her tears:

"Let me explain: my aunt Narcissa told me that I have another aunt, Andromeda. I’ve never met my biological parents, and I’m not even sorry for it. In fact, I believe it was best like that. But I’d like to know the rest of the family, and to know their history ... Do you know her? I thought you could, since you know all the rest of it ... As far as I can understand, this aunt Andromeda belonged to the good part of the family.”

“Yes, I know your aunt Andromeda. Her husband was…” Harry stopped speaking abruptly. “Well, I don’t know if you want to know ... I wouldn’t upset you...”

“Please, go on. You’d never bother me.”

“Well, um… Her husband was persecuted and killed for being Muggle-born. I believe the rest of the story will be even more shocking to you. Are you sure you want to hear it?”

“Surely, just some more horror practiced by my parents, right? ... Why not?”

“In the Hogwarts battle, your mother ... It’s very strange to imagine that Bellatrix was someone’s mother...”

“I haven’t chosen her to be my mother, nor Voldemort to be my father. I haven’t asked to be born either... But I must know. I want to understand things.”

“Okay, okay. Bellatrix dueled against her own niece, Andromeda’s daughter, my godson’s mother, Nymphadora Tonks Lupin.”

“Her own niece? What kind of a person was Bellatrix? Was she that heartless?”

“At the time she was obsessed with Voldemort. Everything he believed was law for her. She didn’t spare anybody, much less those who opposed the regime that Voldemort was implanting.” (Harry found it better not to confirm what was obvious: Bellatrix was heartless.)

Flora put her hand on her mouth in surprise, eyes wide-open. Then placing her hand to her chest she asked “How horrible! Please go on.”

“Andromeda married Ted Tonks, a Muggle-born. That in itself was already an offence to the family. Her daughter, Nymphadora, married a werewolf, Remus Lupin, and both fought Voldemort openly. They were members of an organization called the Order of the Phoenix. As far as I can remember, I‘ve already told you about my godfather, Sirius Black, also killed by Bellatrix, who was her cousin ... Even having the same blood wouldn’t stop Bellatrix, she couldn’t care less for blood bonds.” Harry explained, in a bit of scornful way.

“What do you mean?”

“The term pure-blood stands for those wizards that have come from a wizarding lineage for centuries. Your father, Tom Riddle, was the son of a witch and a Muggle father - of course he used to omit this information – people like him are considered half-blood. The Black family had this obsession with pure blood, so Andromeda and Nymphadora’s marriages looked offensive to them. But, my godfather didn’t have such prejudices despite being a Black. Therefore, he left his family home and moved in with my father's family while he attended school. Besides that, he was also the first Black to be sorted into Gryffindor, which also brought him into clashes with his family, all of whom had been sorted into Slytherin.”

“The blood, always the blood ... It is unbelievable that the only thing that binds me to these people is the blood. Something that ultimately has no value for me... How can I be their daughter if we have nothing in common? I’ve always known that blood didn’t say anything about the person, but even then, I always had a kind of romantic notion about who my biological parents were. I didn’t look like my foster parents at all… Actually my Brazilian parents were my real family, because they raised me, gave me their love and made of me the person I am today. Although we both were of European descent, our features were completely different. I spent my childhood dreaming of a mother who had my face and of a father that was desperately looking for me and was sorry for having given me up for adoption ... I used to dream like that then. But now, I know I have Tom Marvolo Riddle’s features, and that my body and hair are like Bellatrix Black Lestrange’s, unfortunately. I also know that I’ve inherited my wizarding powers from them, but I can’t recognize them as my parents. But still, I can’t live without trying to know more about them. A piqued curiosity may be a terrible flaw, but perhaps that is my best quality.” Flora said.

Harry smiled and looked deeply in her eyes. Flora, without meaning to, saw the image of a young man with colored hair next to a lady that reminded her of Narcissa. She apologized knowing that he realized what she had just done. He smiled again since he knew that it was his fault that he had been careless.

“Who is the young man with colored hair?”

“Your second cousin, Nymphadora’s son.”

“The lady might be Andromeda, his Grandma.”

“That's right. You do it like few others do. So very subtly... Almost imperceptibly.

“Sorry, I don’t do it on purpose most of the times. After I discovered how to peek into a person’s mind, it's difficult to avoid doing it. You looked so directly into my eyes that it was… like, automatic. Sorry again, I know it's not polite to go around reading people's minds.”

“And can you do the opposite? I mean, can you avoid it?”

“I think no one has ever tried to break into my mind. Would you like to be the first?”

The two stopped in the middle of the street, Harry facing her. He was a good legilimens as well as a good occlument. With great difficulty he had learned to control the closing of his mind so that he could sift out only the bit of information he wished to disclose.

A few minutes later, Harry threw his hands up in the air and gave up. He wasn’t able to extract any bit of information from those beautiful eyes. She asked him to try again. This time she won’t try to dodge it, she said. So he again peered deeply into those blue eyes, not noticing Felipe’s arrival exactly at the moment when an image had begun to form in his mind.

“What’s the game?” Felipe asked both of them.

Flora withdrew from Harry's eyes, kissed her son and hugged her husband.

“Hi, my dears. I didn’t even see you two coming. It’s just that Harry was trying to read my mind. You know, he’s trying to use legilimens against me.” Then she realized it, so she apologized again, “Oh, sorry, to call you like that, Harry. In Brazil people are usually called by their first names.”
Smiling, Felipe said, “She is always so spontaneous. I hope it doesn’t bother you, Mr. Potter.”

And turning to his wife, he continued, “Where are you going?”

“Oh! I was just looking for a market, but ended up bumping into Harry Potter. I think I got lost in conversation.”

“Yes, I think you ended up getting a bit lost in the conversation all right, because the market was three blocks behind.” Felipe replied somewhat uneasily.

Flora then realized that Felipe didn’t like her to move about the new village with a man either of them barely knew. Felipe wasn’t usually jealous; but, he was careful. Flora skillfully managed to change the course of their conversation.

“And have you found a good place to settle our business?”

Harry pretended to get interested in it, but his mind was elsewhere, he was still thinking about Flora’s enigmatic eyes.

“Hannah suggested that we set up a computing shop and give computer courses here since the wizarding folks need to update their ways of communicating.” Flora said to Harry, “Since Felipe is a teacher in this very field, we thought it would be a good idea ... Well, I'll leave you now, as I still have to go to the market, well before lunch becomes dinner...” she added.

“So, until some other day, Harry. Yan, come with me, won’t you?” She kissed her husband and smiling, said good-bye.

Her son went with her to market, and kept on babbling away about some vacant building they had found next to a bar called the Hog’s Head….

Nice long chapter! Thanks!

Thank you... And now a new long chapter is coming... I think I would never be able to write short chapters... I hope you like read too much because this Flora's story is too long... and a little exciting too, I've trying to.

After some days, the Ferreira family had completely adapted to the new routine. Flora found out that a short one hour drive to the nearest Muggle town was required everyday for Yan to continue studying, due to lack of school in Hogsmeade because of less number of children. Flora and Yan soon found out where the other children lived, and arranged with their mothers rotational rides so that none of them had to go twice a day to the boring neighboring village.

With Flora's invitation, Hermione was more at ease to visit her the following week. Flora didn’t have to drive the kids that day, so she was at home when Hermione knocked on her door.

“Hello, Flora. May I come in?”

“Hermione! You’ve come? What a nice surprise! Come in.”

“I’ve just arrived. Have you seen Hannah? Her house is closed...”

“Oh, yes. She went out early to prenatal care. She should be back for lunch with us. Would you like to have lunch with us too?

“If it’s not a problem.”

“Of course not, please have a seat.”

While Flora was leading her guest to a comfortable rocking chair near the window, she tried to dodge a Screech owl that got into the room and dropped a letter.

After having read it Flora said to Hermione:

“It's from McGonagall allowing me to do some reading in the library once a week... I feel somewhat useless being at home all the time; besides, I also don’t feel at ease knowing that any child over eleven knows more about magic and our world than I do.”

That comment didn’t sound good to the attentive Hermione. She immediately blinked and thought that she should tell that to Harry as soon as possible. She also offered to go with Flora to the library since she probably knewmore about the books in it than the librarian herself.

Though Felipe wasn’t very fond of reading, he took the chance and went with them. He was very curious about the library as it was one of the places he hadn’t visited before.

There was also the fact that both Felipe and Flora hoped to find their children and hear from them their feelings about the school. They knew that their children might not like to find them there. But they would be discrete, as discreet as doting parents can be.”

“Flora, don’t embarrass the kids with overdisplay of affection.”

“Look who’s talking! Felipe! We're going to embarrass the kids anyway; we just wouldn’t do it if we were invisible. But I'll try to be discreet and not draw too much attention to them.”

“It’s going to be hard not to draw attention to them; parents don’t usually move about the school, except in extreme cases. I too would like to meet Rose and Hugo, but children this age usually don’t like any show of affection in public.” Hermione laughed.

“As good parents as we are, one of our roles is to give them reasons to complain about something, isn’t that so?” Flora laughed openly. She knew that even if she slightly nodded when passing Ricardo, he’d be as embarrassed at his mother’s show of affection as happy about it.

When they arrived at the school, Flora was disappointed to see the children in class. She had expected to meet all of them at that time.

The school easily fascinated anyone that came in there. Flora was sure she would always be feeling that mixture of fascination and oppression, by looking at the huge and ancient walls and imagining them completely filled with magic and history. She commented that to Hermione, who immediately recommended that she read as her first book:

“Hogwarts, a History. It was my favorite book in the months before the first year. It’s really fascinating and exciting! I had never thought that someone, someday, would have the same feeling for this school as me!”

Flora smiled:

“I’ll accept your suggestion. I think it's a great idea to start from the origins to understand the present days. We do this often in my profession; we try to know the person’s history to understand the present on which we work.”

“Your profession must be very exciting. I’ve never talked to a psychologist.”

“Indeed it is; it's the opportunity to see life in a thousand different ways ...
But at the moment I'm having a holiday; I’m actually claiming the right to get to know myself by exploring the magic that used to occupy only the secondary place in my life ... Now it's become a priority! Wow! That’s strong! I think I got carried away.”

“Nothing more natural ... It's your life, Flora. And don’t forget that your ancestor was one of the founders of this school; if the walls are filled with magic, it is since the times of Slytherin. I agree with Mrs. Weasley, one should start with the history.”

Surprised, Flora turned to the lady that had said who was standing behind her.

“Prof. McGonagall! How nice to see you again. I didn’t imagine that you’d meet us, since you’re so busy. Thank you for allowing us to visit the school.”

Flora, Felipe and Hermione greeted Prof. Minerva McGonagall. Flora got excited and hugged her, in such a spontaneous and personal attitude that the old lady returned it tenderly.

“I wasn’t going to deprive you of this right. I just came to greet you. Now I’ll leave you in the pleasant company of Hermione, who was one of my brightest students.”

Blushing Hermione thanked her. They went to the library and spent some hours between thousands of books. At the end of the day, they got to meet their children.

The meeting with the children was brief, but intense. On the contrary to what they had thought, the children looked up for them. Lia introduced them her new friend Lily Potter.

“Mom, this is Lily, Harry and Ginny Potter’s daughter. We haven’t been away from each other since the train station. Then we were sorted into the same house. ... We’re having so much fun! Ricardo, though, only messes about, mom. He’s already doing detention in three different subjects.”

“Shut up, Lia!”

“It’s true, mom. Professor Longbottom said that he is leading Scorpius astray, but then said it’s actually good, because now Scorpius was making more friends. See, the other students don’t have the guts to make fun of him in front of Ricardo who always has a bad reply to whoever tries to do it. I only miss two things: the internet to talk to my friends in Brazil and you to give me a goodnight kiss.”

“We too miss you two, but it seems to be paying off. And you, Ricardo, what can you tell us?” Flora asked him.

“Nothing, Lia has already told it all ... Well, mom and dad, I'm off.” Saying so, Ricardo tried to sprint off.

“Wait a minute, boy.” Felipe spoke in a scolding tone of voice familiar to the boy, who then turned to his father pretending innocence. “Do you really want to be kicked out from school before the end of the first year? Being a Slytherin’s descendant does not mean that your place is forever guaranteed. Don’t let me down.”

The boy lowered his head and replied:

“I won’t let you down, dad. I'm swatting a lot. It’s just that I can’t stand a prick trying to bully me ... If they think they can beat me just because I got late at school, they’re dead wrong.”

At this point Rose, Hermione’s daughter came there:

“Are you really Slytherin’s heir? I thought Scorpius was kidding… So what are you doing in my house then? You should be in the dungeons!”

“Rose!” Hermione scolded her, her look sharper than her words. “Is that the way of behaving yourself?”

“But mom, he pesters me so much! I’ll forbid my father to sell him joke kits.” She complained to her mom.

“I don’t know why Rose studies so much! She doesn’t need it.” Ricardo retorted in his defence. “She's mad just because I’m sitting in her lit corner at the library. You see, it’s well lit and I too need to study. She won’t take that, though, and says the others places in the library aren’t good to study. In addition to that, she also thinks that just because she's been here for longer, she can choose the best armchair in the common room.”

“I can’t believe I'm hearing this!’ Flora and Hermione spoke together.

“Ricardo, haven’t I taught you to be kind togirls?” asked Felipe, in a voice somewhere between laughter and reproach. Flora complemented her husband’s sentence by saying:

“Yeah son. I stopped talking about it with you about six years ago: share, share ... If both of you want the same place, share it. It is impossible that in such a big school the best place to study is the size of a pea. Moreover, since when do you really want to sit in an armchair?”

At that moment, Flora had an insight: perhaps it was a different matter altogether, but even so she threatened her son.

“If you keep on getting detentions I’ll send you a Howler. Hannah told me all about them and I’m sure you won’t like to get one of them in the Great Hall with all your classmates and teachers watching.”

“The same goes for you, Rose. I don’t want complaints about you from anybody.”

Ricardo lowers his head and answers:

“Okay, Mom. I’ll behave myself.... Hey, Rose, what is it in your ear?”
He said that laughing, while taking out one Knut coin from her ear before running off with a furious Rose behind him.

Lia and Lily both said their good-byes while the adults couldn’t stop laughing. Felipe said:

“I bet that there’s an undercurrent feeling over there.”

The women agreed, but showing Scorpius leaning against the wall, looking unhappy, Flora said:

“But it seems there’s a cousin that isn’t happy about it.”

Felipe said:

“It’s okay,, better to leave this to the children. Let's go, then, before Flora can say that she needs to return to library to pick up a dozen more books.”

The three crossed the lawn leading to the school gates where they meet, waiting for them, a Mr. Filch, completely bald and stooped with age:

“I thought you’d never come out, I've been waiting here for over half an hour.”

“We’re sorry. Sheer excitement of a mother held us. It’ll never happen again. It was very kind of you to have waited for us. We apologize once again.”

After they leave, Hermione explained:

“He’s just got here at the gates, but after so many years of cultivating a bad mood, he has become addicted to complaining. It was lready like that during my school days.”

“I noticed that, but I think that in these cases it is better not to contradict the person. He is an old man and deserves to be respected. So I just apologized and that was enough to make him happy and walk back smiling. Life can be greatly improved by small gestures.” Flora replied smiling.

“Sure, you can.” answered Hermione.

“But who am I thinking I'm talking to? You don’t need to hear any of that, I'm sorry. Hannah has told me about the movement you created for the elves’ release. It is fantastic. We have to talk about it one day. But now we better hurry. It’s time for Yan to return from her Muggle school.”

They said good-bye and with a gentle smile, Hermione apparated right from there. Flora and Felipe walked hand in hand back to Hogsmeade. With Flora sighing at every step. She was very happy.

Mom, this translation was amazing! Congratulations mom, Roger and Nups ...
I love this story...
And it's not because you are my mother and the character Ricardo was written like a tribute for my person ... And I hope that one day he ends up dating the Rose Weasley ...

and so? Well... Will I even have to study all afternoon? Can I go to bowling?
I'm kidding...
Love you, mom.

Aww... ^^ You're Ivana's kid? Hi. I've been reading your mom's fan-fictions and I love them. So it's not just you saying it.
Oh, and Welcome to Snitchseeker!

I love the story too!

Yes, I'm Ivana's son
I got interesting in read your fanfiction "A hobbit at Hogwart". It should be fun.

I'll read it later after doing my Chemistry homework... Because you know, my mom is a witch and she will jinx me if I try to do something instead of studying...
(Now she is here by my side, looking at me with an eyebrow raised in disapproval, I think it's better turn off the internet). At least, she is saying I'm doing a good job trying to write in English.
Bye!

You are doing a great job with your English! I would never be able to write like that in Portuguese (hope I spelled that right).
Oh, and thanks. I'm happy you are interested in it.
Well, you better get to your homework, believe me, I know what its like when your mom is a witch. *eye roll*

I'm almost convinced myself that I am really a witch ...
Especially when my son looks at me with that look inevitably sad when I say him turn off the internet ...
Being a mother is not easy, you will see.
How about a new chapter in the Flora to improve mood?

After a quick stopover in her office at the Ministry of Magic, Hermione got home and told her husband excitedly about the moments spent with Flora. She also told him how kind, polite, thoughtful, and intelligent Flora was:

“Harry must have been mistaken in his suspicions. It wouldn’t be possible, would it?”

Laughing and hugging his wife Ron replied:

“Honey, I think you were bewitched by her.”

“Was I?”

Hermione shook her head and replied:

“No, I'm fine. She didn’t do anything. We just exchanged some ideas. I would’ve noticed. And Felipe is amazing, very funny and friendly. It's their way of being, Ronald. There's nothing to it. Today I’m gonna talk to Harry.”

That night she told Harry her impressions. He agreed with everything Hermione said. So it was Ginny’s turn to become suspicious:

“I don’t know. Her eyes are somewhat… different. What if she has some power, unknown to us? What if she is able to say exactly what we want to hear? Huh?”

“It's possible. Hermione, I think its better I check it out myself, since it’s possible you’re being manipulated somehow.”

Harry didn’t hint at anything, but he knew that he’d just found a perfect alibi to be with Flora again without arousing his wife’s suspicion. He couldn’t explain it, but she was like a magnet to him. Was he too bewitched? If he wanted the answer to that, he would have to take risks.

Thank you for the update, and R Riddle, I would have never thought you weren't a native english speaker (or writer in this case)