Surviving Times

MIA'S POV:

Time passed by. I was one month old now. I was unsatisfied. The life as an infant is always torturously boring.

It was a routine. Eat, sleep, cry and get smooched by my parents.

But still it was fun. Watching their faces when I giggled or smiled. I got to discern many things during the past month.

One, my father was rarely home. I can say he was very tensed, the war is going on.

Two, my mother's rich. Very rich. We even have house elves. My house is well, a manision.

Three, I'm a pureblood and a daughter of a death eater. PS: both my parents are teenagers...well, mom's 20 and dad's 18. We celebrated mum's birthday.

Four, 28th August, 1979. It is my birthday. The boy who lived is yet to be born…

I finally understand what God meant with the upgrade in difficulty.

I was born just before the plot begins...that makes things a little harder indeed.

In my previous reincarnations I was born long before the plot started.

Like in Hunger Games; I had to participate in the 49th Annual Hunger Games.

In Fairy Tail World, X741

1883, Amestris.

Thanks to that, I was able to mold my way to complete the missions.

This particular reincarnation is not going to be an easy one…

But then again, all the three worlds were much more dangerous than this. It could be my only consolation.

The world details and my statistics are still not available.

I could only wait.

***

Time passed. The rains ceased and snow started falling. I am awakened because of a sudden presence in the house. My mother too woke up.

"Regas?" She asked.

"It's me, Aurora. No need to worry."

"Why are you here? This late?"

"It's nothing, dear. I just wanted to see you both."

"...Okay then. Come in."

A weird habit my mother had. She never left me in my crib. Never. The crib's only a decoration. She always put me right beside her when we sleep. Hence, now I'm stuck in between both my parents.

I pretend to sleep. And yeah, I'm finally able to control my baby-mood-swings.

My mother soon drifted to sleep, but I know my father didn't. He just stared at both of us. I know that he likes staring at us, but he literally stared till the morning. I can tell that he didn't sleep a wink. Does it indicate trouble?

Just before my mother wakes up, he moved towards us.

When I looked at him, he gave me a tender smile. I can understand why mother fell for him. He is a natural born charmer. I unconsciously released a yawn. He chuckled at me.

"Good morning, my dear princess."

He started poking my face, a very bad habit of his. I turn my head. I refuse to bear this kind of abuse. And as expected, it was futile. He directly picked me up. He is exploiting my sensibility of not wanting to disturb mother.

"Don't be so grumpy in the morning, Mia."

I hate how is able to sense my mood.

"We are going to lay under the sun."

I also hate how he knows-it-all.

He took me out in the garden but before that, I was packed inside a blanket. I guess it had a heating charm because it was very warm, even when it was freezing outside.

He lay on top of my couch and me, on top of him. I was able to hear his steady heart beats. I looked around. The winter snow had enclosed our garden. The sun peeked from clouds. The sky was a graceful blend of golden grey, silver and red.

The sun rose, providing me some warmth as it fell on my cheeks. I smiled as I enjoyed this moment.

"Now, let us go inside darling. Your mother would be stressed if doesn't see your face when she wakes up." I w.h.i.n.ed a little.

"It won't work this time, princess. We are going in."

I threatened to cry and trust me, and this threat always works.

"Fine. Shh. Don't cry, we're staying."

I immediately pulled my tears back, and my father can only stare at me in amazement.

He looked helpless. And I like that look on his face so I giggled.

He beamed and kissed me in return.

"You have us both wrapped around your little finger, eh, little princess."

You bet.

"No matter what, always be happy like this for me."

I'll try.

"Whether I'm there, or not." he said in a low tone, and I know that something is off now.

"Mia, my daughter, please be safe and grow up healthy. Take care of your mother in case I'm not here anymore and always know that I love you both so much."

Before I knew, he had placed me beside my mother. He started leaving.

It didn't feel right. It feels like this is the last time I see him. I started crying. Mother woke up.

"Mia? Oh dear, why are crying? And where's your father? Regis?"

Mother called him. He turned back to her, holding his wand. He cast some spell and my mother laid down on the bed again. I wailed at this point.

Unable to abandon me in this state, he came back.

He hugged mother and me. I decided to be quiet for a moment. He kept whispering "I'm sorry." again and again. It made me feel worse. He kissed both of us and prepared to leave, but I held onto his robes with a death grip. I wailed harder but he didn't stop.

I don't know to do. I didn't want him leaving us. Suddenly, I was in his arms. I don't know, I apparated towards him I guess.

My guess was accurate. I did apparate. The first magic I performed was to apparate. The shocked look on his face confirmed it.

Now that I am with him, I stopped crying and stuck to him like glue.

***

REGIS POV:

I never thought this day would come. At least till now. But I know. I verified it. The last string of hope that I would be mistaken is now gone. I don't know what to do.

In trance, I made it Aurora's.

I arose her.

"Regas?" She asked, her voice still drowsy. I felt guilty about waking her in the middle of the night.

"It's me, Aurora. No need to worry."

"Why are you here? This late?"

"It's nothing, dear. I just wanted to see you both."

"...Okay then. Come in."

I laid beside them. I see the little one was awake too. She's such a quiet and well-behaved baby. I silently watch them fall asleep. I felt contend. This might be the last time I see them.

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.

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It was early in the morning. The little princess woke up. Her face was rosy and eyes a lot more misty than usual. When she looks at me, I guess I would forever unable to stop smiling. She let out a small yawn. She's so lovely.

"Good morning, my dear princess."

I couldn't resist c.a.r.e.s.sing her delicate cheeks. They felt so squishy and soft. But too bad she hates anyone touching her face.

It is true, she bobbed her head away.

My little princess is sure a haughty one. I picked her up. She was still grumpy. I need to pacify her. I want to see her smiling before I leave.

I wrapped her in an enchanted blanket and took her to the garden. The little one loves basking in the morning sun and loves to stare at the sky all the time. On a starry night, she refuses to sleep. I wonder if she will like it the same in the future too.

Mia enjoyed the glory of the morning sun and I took p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e in her smiles.

I decided to move before I lose all my resolve. But the little one didn't want to. With tears threatening to spill from her eyes, I had no choice but to go back to the garden again. I'm amazed at how her tears always come and leave at her will.

She giggled at me. She was so adorable that I couldn't stop myself from his kissing her. She happened to be in a cheerful mood and didn't refuse it.

I merely wish nothing more than her to be happy like this. I mumbled my thoughts out aloud. Mia started to cry when I was about to leave.

I know I have to leave promptly lest I would lack the will to. I tried ignoring her cries. Aurora woke up from Mia's crying and she looked at me, confused.

I forced myself to put a sleeping hex on her. I walked towards both of them.

I looked at them, Aurora and Mia who was quiet now.

I hugged them both and whispered my selfish apologies.

My baby daughter, as if she grasped what I suggested, started to cry, harder than I knew until now. Her cries were real, not the playful ones. It was heart wrenching. I quickly steeled my will to move out. And I find it more painful than anything. To disregard them and abandon them.

I suddenly felt something in my arms. It's Mia. She just got there. How?

I thought crossed my mind, but I didn't dare to believe it.

But my daughter, lying exhausted confirmed it.

I then hear a voice in my head.

'No...don't...go...dad…'

Tears fell from my eyes as I realised who it was.

Hastily I placed my daughter beside her mother and moved out.

I regret it. I regret knowing it. I regret allying him.

***