Once in a Blue Moon

Title: Once in a Blue Moon
Author: Madilayn
Rating: R
Pairing(s): To tell at this stage would spoil it all. HET
Feedback: desired.
Characters: The usual suspects from the Harry Potter Books; Pilar de Lisle
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
AUTHORS NOTES This was my very first HP fandom fic. Back then, I didn't see the One True Way (Remus/Sirius) and both of the pups were het. I've gotten better since then.

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The young woman stood up to hear the verdict of the Council, visibly sagging with relief as she heard the news.

Free.

In the crowd, she sought one face — one beloved face — and as their eyes met they smiled and both allowed themselves to hope — for the first time — that they would have a long life together. To be a family.

Unfortunately, good can sometimes do great evil — and the results can have repercussions that nobody can foresee.

She walked out of the chamber, and saw him standing with Dumbledore. In a few steps he was with her, joyfully they grasped each other — and he spun her around carolling ‘free, free’.

Neither noticed how solemn Dumbledore was.

‘I need to speak with you both,’ he said, ‘now.’

The man and woman looked at each other. Unconsciously their embrace tightened, neither one wanting to let go of the other. ‘No,’ snarled the man, ‘Can’t we just be alone  for a while?’

‘Please,’ begged the woman. ‘This is the first time we have even seen each other for a year! Just a few minutes?’

Dumbledore looked at the two before him. Not an unlikely couple, but one whose existence was not well known. A couple who’s combined magical knowledge, power and strength were formidable.

And who’s lives he had to rip apart.


16 years later — Salem, Mass.

Pilar de Lisle stood at the window of the Salem Institute looking out. She glanced again at the letter in her hand, a letter that would change her life. Her shoulders shook with mirthless laughter. Funny how life comes full circle. She was to go back.

Pilar’s face settled into its usual hard lines, as she turned back to her class, busily writing an essay on ways to counter ensourcellments for her DADA class.

She wondered if she would be able to forgive.