Chapter 45 - Truth and Plans

The next morning, Kit awoke to the sound of dishes downstairs. She sat up wearily and rubbed the sleep from her eyes. She slowly remembered that she was still living with Cyrus. She smiled to herself and threw on a silky, light violet robe and opened her door. She began to descend the stairs and she heard more dishes being moved. She opened the kitchen door to find Cyrus trying to arrange the dishes properly. He was waving his wand around, managing to lift a dish and set it down on the opposite side of the counter. Kit laughed at his efforts. Cyrus dropped the dish he was lifting and it fell. Kit threw her hand into her robe pocket and grabbed out the wand she had placed in there. She pulled it out and pointed it at the falling plate.
“ Winguardium Leviosa!”
Kit just barely got the dish to rise into the air before it would’ve smashed against the hard floor.
“ Morning Kit! Sorry about that… I don’t really know where anything goes here… I guess that’s kinda bad…”
Kit smiled and let out the breath of withheld air that she had been keeping in case the dish had shattered. Cyrus grinned guiltily and ran his hand through his hair, pushing the stray blonde locks from his eyes.
“ It’s alright, Rus. I’ll be able to handle it from here.”
Cyrus smiled and hugged Kit, letting her place the dish on the counter and also to replace her wand inside her robes. He kissed the side of her neck and held her.
“ Let’s speak to Lupin today.”
Kit turned fast and looked at Cyrus curiously.
“ What do you mean by that? Tell him about…”
“ Yes, that’s what we need to discuss. Didn’t he raise you when your mother died?”
Kit nodded solemnly. She didn’t like the memory of her mother’s suicide. Her father was only in the picture until she was four years old.
“ Hey Kit, how did your father die?”
Cyrus took Kit’s hand and led her into the living room. He took a seat and looked at Kit, who sat beside him.
“ My father… well… he died when I was only four years old. He was a… well… a deatheater. He betrayed Lord Voldemort by telling Dumbledore the plans for battle.”
Kit stopped and took a deep breath. She couldn’t stand thinking too much about her father being so terrible. She shuddered, but went on anyway.
“ Voldemort used the Cruciatus curse on my father, tormenting him and driving him insane. My father cried out for mercy, for anyone, anybody to help him… my mother watched him die slowly. Voldemort finally became bored with the torture, so he used Avada Kedavra and killed my father instantly. I was unconscious during this, due to getting hit over the head with a heavy lamp. I did see the Cruciatus curse torment though. She was under the body bind spell, so my mother couldn’t help him at all. She cried for weeks about my father. I could only watch and wait for it all to end. It was like a never-ending nightmare… a nightmare from which I’d never awaken…”
Kit became silent, looking at the floor. She clasped her hands in front of her and bit her lower lip. She couldn’t help but be saddened by the thought of her family being gone.
“ I… I only have Remus… he has taken… care of me since my mother died… and… I am glad we’ll now be family, Rus.”
Cyrus looked at Kit, who had tears spilling slowly down her cheeks. He took her hands in his and cupped his larger hands around her smaller ones.
“ I love you, Kit. I love you…”
He pulled Kit to him and held her close, slowly stroking her hair. He knew sorrow as well. He was devastated when he thought Ireane had died. He just held her close and let her cry on his shoulder for a while.
When Kit finally looked up from crying, Cyrus smiled at her and hugged her again, laughing quietly.
“ You okay, Kit?”
Kit smiled and nodded, wiping her eyes on the back of her arm. She stood up and helped Cyrus to his feet.
“ Kit… I know… uh… a muggle… well… Ireane’s a muggle-born… and um… I know her parents… who… know this guy… who… could… um… get us married… uh… tonight…?”
Kit stared at Cyrus for a moment, taking in the shock of his statement. She nodded slowly and skeptically. She put a hand to her cheek, thinking to herself of the fine opportunity before her.
“ Y… yes! I’ll get married to you tonight… but… do we need to tell the Weasleys?”
Cyrus thought and smiled.
“ No, we’ll get married alone, so the Weasleys won’t have to worry about changing a schedule around. I’ll go give a call.”
Kit nodded and walked up to her bedroom, thinking about how she would be married that night. She hugged herself with excitement. How awesome was this? Kit quickly changed her shirt and put on a sky blue and yellow striped polo T-shirt. She put on a dark blue pair of flare-legged jeans. She stretched her arms over her head and then walked out of her room, depositing her old clothes in the hamper by the door on her way out.
As she began to make her way down the stairs, Kit noticed that Cyrus was done talking. It was awkwardly silent. She descended into the living room quietly and listened. She heard paper rustle and then a quiet sigh followed. She turned a small corner and saw Cyrus, holding a book over the coffee table and scanning through it.
“ Oh hey, Kit! Guess what I just read.”
“ You can read?”
“ Shut up. I read that well… just look yourself!”
Cyrus looked distressed. He handed the book to Kit, keeping his finger in between the pages.
“ Lies… of Albus Dumbledore? What is this?”
“ It’s Rita Skeeter’s newest release. She says such terrible things in there!”
Kit slipped in a small piece of paper that she saw laying on the edge of the coffee table. She closed the book with the marker in it.
“ How could she write such nonsense?”
Cyrus shook his head, speechless at the writing. He stood up suddenly and walked over to Kit, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her close to him. He kissed her fully on the lips, feeling her return the kiss. He then pulled away, backing away slowly.
“ We’re getting married tonight!”

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