“Seventeen.” Hestia replied softly, “She’s from 1997, so, she’s seventeen.” Hestia sighed, her arms wrapping around herself. She looked tired and defeated and this wasn’t really the worse part of the conversation. “She is in her seventh year of Hogwarts. Apparently Death Eaters have taken over the school, Snape is headmaster and the Carrows … are teachers. Their version of detention apparently involves kidnapping students, tying them up and blasting them with Crucio until they pass out.” Hestia’s body shook with a sob, but there tears never quite came. How did she not prevent this? How did she fail her daughter?
“I… Fabian.” She sighed after a long moment. She moved closer to him, taking his hand and pulling him off a bit into the corner, as if to get privacy from the sleeping form of her daughter. She squeezed his hand. “I…”
She took a deep breath and leaned against the wall, she wasn’t even sure if she could stand up anymore. “Fuck, Fabian. Megan’s your daughter.” She felt the cold shock of finally saying it out loud, she’d never said it to anyone and now she was a frayed mess and spilling it out to him while they’re daughter lay incredibly injured not far from them both. She started crying again, tears falling down her face, a new wave coming from within her. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. You died before I knew and I’m sorry.”