"Disconnected" - Albus/Helena
Title: Disconnected (003. Ends)
Characters/Pairing: Albus/Helena, Dominique + OC
Rating: G
Word Count: 363
A/N: Founders AU; Helena killed herself.
“I don’t understand,” Madeline, Dominique’s youngest daughter, stared up at him from the nest of pillows she had created on the floor.
“What is there to not understand?”
“Why didn’t she just go with the Baron?”
Albus’ mouth dried and the knot in his throat tightened. He gave his little companion a sad smile. “She didn’t love the Baron,” he answered at length.
Once home, it only took a matter months for him to discover what became of Helena. The history books he sought told him nothing of the happy marriage he had secretly wished for her if time righted itself. Nowhere in any of the book shops in Diagon Alley did he find any sign of Ravenclaw’s daughter. It was little Madeline who finally found her, dressed up as a fairy tale princess.
Princess. Even Scorpius had managed to leave his mark. The story that they’d grown up with had bled into the story that he prayed he had not helped come about. Lily, Vic and Dominique spent countless hours reassuring him that it was just a story. That she had married a farmer or something to spite Vortigern, thus being denied her place in the history books.
“But the man she did love just left her! The Baron died for her.”
“Madeline!” Dominique had her arms around her squirming child before any protestations could be made. She put her to bed and a constant flurry of angry French was exchanged until the bedroom door was shut, and apparently locked. Clearly they had both forgotten he spoke more than one language.
“I know, I know,” Albus waved one hand dismissively as a blonde head appeared around the door frame, “She married a swineherd.”
“Non, not a swineherd. They smell.” Dominique wrinkled her nose, “She has better judgement, I think.”
“Yeah,” he felt like someone had filled his stomach with molten lead as he flicked through the pages of the storybook, stopping at the pop-up of the Princess in the Tower.
“Albus…” Dom moved to sit beside her cousin, and gently took the book from him. “You did not leave her. She was… reclaimed. You changed her future - history just took her back.”
Characters/Pairing: Albus/Helena, Dominique + OC
Rating: G
Word Count: 363
A/N: Founders AU; Helena killed herself.
“I don’t understand,” Madeline, Dominique’s youngest daughter, stared up at him from the nest of pillows she had created on the floor.
“What is there to not understand?”
“Why didn’t she just go with the Baron?”
Albus’ mouth dried and the knot in his throat tightened. He gave his little companion a sad smile. “She didn’t love the Baron,” he answered at length.
Once home, it only took a matter months for him to discover what became of Helena. The history books he sought told him nothing of the happy marriage he had secretly wished for her if time righted itself. Nowhere in any of the book shops in Diagon Alley did he find any sign of Ravenclaw’s daughter. It was little Madeline who finally found her, dressed up as a fairy tale princess.
Princess. Even Scorpius had managed to leave his mark. The story that they’d grown up with had bled into the story that he prayed he had not helped come about. Lily, Vic and Dominique spent countless hours reassuring him that it was just a story. That she had married a farmer or something to spite Vortigern, thus being denied her place in the history books.
“But the man she did love just left her! The Baron died for her.”
“Madeline!” Dominique had her arms around her squirming child before any protestations could be made. She put her to bed and a constant flurry of angry French was exchanged until the bedroom door was shut, and apparently locked. Clearly they had both forgotten he spoke more than one language.
“I know, I know,” Albus waved one hand dismissively as a blonde head appeared around the door frame, “She married a swineherd.”
“Non, not a swineherd. They smell.” Dominique wrinkled her nose, “She has better judgement, I think.”
“Yeah,” he felt like someone had filled his stomach with molten lead as he flicked through the pages of the storybook, stopping at the pop-up of the Princess in the Tower.
“Albus…” Dom moved to sit beside her cousin, and gently took the book from him. “You did not leave her. She was… reclaimed. You changed her future - history just took her back.”