Burning Down

[Azaria Snow]

Azaria Kristensen was simply walking home from work when she started to feel this really dark feeling coursing down her spine. Azaria never really had these feelings, but the last time she had this feeling was when she found out she was pregnant so many years ago. Azaria had a new identity since then, and had been under the name Azaria Kristensen for just over twenty years. She was at one point a Mirayinov, but her family were such tightwads, with having green eyes and red hair, instead she got her father's looks which in the end, had her banished from the family. Her family had never been the best in the world, and ever since she was banished, she never figured out who she was so she managed to branch in a lot of lies, and eventually she lost herself, got scared of settling down and becoming a mother, ruined her children's lives, and didn't want to stick around to that Isaac Snow any longer than she wanted to. She was young. However she did know her children's names. Antoine, the wanted Death Eater that she was secretly proud of, and Astoria, the Quidditch player that had some sort of media against her. It was not until she was in her late thirties that she realized what she had done, started over, and found herself. But it was far too late to go back to the family that she had started, no, abandoned. Pawned off to another couple. Azaria was a horrible mother, and there was nothing she could do in order to change it. She knew it, and she had come to terms with her decision. Hell, her children didn't even know what she looked like, and she wore a disguise with a fake name around Isaac. The only thing she could never disguise was her icy blue eyes. The power and coldness that radiated from them, there was nothing she could do hide that. Isaac would never find her though, that was what she was hoping for. Something about that man left her unnerved and shaking. The fact that she had slept with him, more than once, well, that was electrifying, but it was scary to let someone get that close to her. Last time she did, her family banished her.

The columnist promised that she would never let something like that harm her that much, ever, ever again. However, the columnist was a blunt one. Azaria had some haters out there in the world, and while she did not care at all about what she said. She gave her opinion for her readers, but what she was not getting, there was some extreme haters after her. Azaria looked up as her feet walked on the side walk to see the flames of some poor house on fire. Azaria could see it from a distance, and she narrowed her blue eyes, "That poor soul, I suppose." As she neared the flames, she could see that it was somewhat near her house. Well, that was not what she was expecting. As she rounded the corner, her stomach sank to her feet. A gasp escaped her lips, and she realized that it was her house that was on fire. Azaria dropped her arms to the side, and she looked at the house that was just engulfed in flames. A two story house that she worked so hard on to keep, and managed to own, just burning away. It was too late to salvage anything. Azaria felt defeated. Perhaps this was what she got for doing so many wrongs in her life. Letting out a sigh, she sank to the ground on her knees, and she set her hands in her lap. Perhaps this was her family's doing. Anyone that hated her. She knew that there were so many out there that would love to see what she was doing right now, but the columnist could only bury it. She was burying it, and watching it burn to the ground. Even from the sidewalk, she could feel the heat of the flames from her house. She could hear some glass breaking as the tongues of the fire crashed all over the house. It was beautiful, if one could ignore the fact that she was now homeless, didn't have anything on her back except the dress she wore and the shoes. Oh well, Azaria could start all over, since that was what she was good at doing apparently. Azaria wondered, how many times would this continue to happen, before she crumbled into insanity.​

 

[Isaac Snow]

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<COLOR color="#000">Isaac supposed be could have done or said something when he spotted the house on fire. Especially considering the fact that it did belong to the mother of his children. But in his defense, he didn’t know it was her house until one of the neighbors confirmed it. Second, he wasn’t quite sure if he was willing to deal with a fire. He was a Snow, after all. Snow never faired well against the heat. By the time he did realize it was Azaria’s house he wasn’t sure if he should go get her or not. He could but since the two barely knew one another, he had no idea where she was at. It was a sad idea. The fact that she had given birth his only two kids and yet he barely knew how to find her or contact her was kind of sad to think about. Isaac and Azaria didn’t get along very well. That much he knew without even needing to confirm it with Azaria herself. Even when they were younger they often fought more than they did anything else. That was Isaac’s best guess as to why they barely ever kept in contact with one another. It might also have something to do with the fact that Isaac tried his absolute best to avoid coming into contact with Azaria or his kids. There were times when he wanted to try and get to know them better than he did, but a part of him was scared to. He figured that both of his kids were more than ready to get away from him. They must have hated him for abandoning them both. Azaria was harder to read on the topic because he wasn’t really sure if they were ever together in her eyes or not. Isaac never thought to question it. Not even years later. There was no point anyways. All it would likely do was spark up an argument. He probably had a better chance at winning over his kids then getting her to agree with him on something.

”You didn’t do this did you?” He knew she had a temper. Most pure blooded women from bigger families did. It was like a genetic trait passed down or something. For all he knew, she could have set fire to her own house out of anger. He doubted that she would do such a thing, but it was always good to check. The flames flew up and over and Isaac stepped beside her. He didn’t say anything for a moment and instead crossed his arms over his chest and remained watching. The sound of the flames eating the wood was so intense. Isaac wondered what Azaria was feeling. He could imagine that she was distraught right now. Isaac tapped on her shoulder and motioned with her head, to follow him. He had an idea. It was a strange one to offer someone he barely spoke with, but it was better than letting her live on the streets. Isaac had a home much too big for himself and himself alone. It wasn’t like Azaria would get in his way while there or anything. But he had to make sure she would understand that he was doing this until she got a place to stay and no a day longer. Chances are she’d be more than willing to do that. Three days in a home together and they would likely drive one another nuts to the point where bad things would begin to happen.​

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[Azaria Snow]

Azaria brought her knees up to her chest as she watched the flames continue to dance like they were happy for something. They swallowed her house, and there wasn't a damn thing she could do about it. Being homeless was an overwhelming feeling. She didn't have much money, and her family hated her because of her hair and eye color. She was not their red-haired, green eyed harlots. Azaria had been hurt by her family so much, she didn't know if anyone would ever fight for her. The fact that she could walk away from Isaac so many times, it was depressing. She just didn't want to deal with pain anymore. Azaria looked at the flames, and no tears reflected in her eyes. She was strong, but she was bound to crack like a glacier. However she bottled it up and held it inside. She didn't want to really deal with it anyway. She frowned a bit, before she wondered who would even feel sympathy. She doubted that no one would have done everything she did, and went through everything she did. She knew that she could have had it worse. She could have been dead, or had a husband that cheated on her daily. She could have had a painful tumor that couldn't be removed. Azaria didn't have a home, but she could just continue her job, earn and save up. Starting over would have to be her only choice. Azaria wondered how Antoine and Astoria were doing. Antoine was wanted, and wondered if he was safe. She wished she could help him. Astoria was a professional Quidditch player. Little did she know that Azaria watched her play, under a disguise of course.

The cold, familiar voice made her flinch somewhat. Her blue eyes drifted up to see the handsome Isaac Snow. When she was younger, she swooned over him. Not that he ever knew about that. She shook her head in response. She didn't do this, and she never would do that to another. She let out a sigh and she murmured, "No. How did you know where to find me, Isaac?" Her voice was soft, and her Bulgarian accent was still laced on her voice, no matter how much she wanted to be rid of it. She was a bit too devastated to try to argue. She didn't want to really move though. She flinched again when she noticed him move closer beside her. She was slightly leaning away from him in response. Azaria let out a sigh and she watched the flames start to die down. She wondered if any magic could repair that. But she wasn't that good at magic. She was good enough for someone her age, but with big things like that, not so much. Azaria felt a tap on her shoulder, and she looked up to see Isaac motioning for her to follow him. She, amazingly, did not argue. She stood up and she grabbed her purse. Sighing, she followed after him where they arrived to a large house. Without words, she sort of knew what he was wanting to do for her, but she didn't know why. So she was going to ask. "Isaac, why are you doing this? I thought you would have hated me by now." She was merely being curious about this all. One could never blame a girl for being curious. Plus it wasn't like she had any clothing or whatever. The house was big from what she could see on the outside. He might be married or something for all she knew.​

 

[Isaac Snow]

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<COLOR color="#000">Isaac merely snorted when she asked how he had found her. Did she think it was hard or something? Isaac didn't say anything to answer her question, but instead he merely shoved his hands into his pockets and walked over to stand next to her. "I'm a Snow. I have my many resources. Locating you was a lot easier than you think." A man like Isaac would never fully reveal his secrets. That would just suck all the fun out of making her squirm every time he appeared without warning. If she thought he was bad, she needed to get out more. Isaac had met many that were skilled with locating others. Some were so talented at it that they could likely track someone down for years with little trouble. But just for clearance between the two of them, he could likely find her anywhere if he wanted to. Theodore would easily assist him with that. The boy was still young and easy to manipulate, Isaac noted that he hardly realized it either at the moment. Eventually Theodore would grow and figure out that people will do things behind his back whether he commanded them to or not. He still believed that his word was golden with everyone. He had a lot of growing to do before he was ready to be the boss of anyone. Isaac was so tempted to knock that boy down a peg or two and show him what true authority looked like. But was it really his place?

"I don't hate you Az. You annoy the sh*t out of me, yes. But hate is a powerful word to be thrown around so carelessly." ?Isaac retorted. He did have three kids with her. If he hated her, he wouldn't have. Simple as that. Though, he did have to admit, she was one of the most unfit mothers he had come across. He didn't have much room to talk, it wasn't like he was father of the year though. "Your children however, their feelings for you are a different story." Isaac crossed his arms over his chest and stared into the fire. Their children hated them. At least Zoe and Astoria seemed to. It was hard to tell with Antoine. None of them seemed to care for the thought of their real parents coming back into their life though. Not that Isaac could blame them for that. He just hoped that one day they would at least acknowledge him as a father. "Come on, I'll give you a place to stay." Isaac motioned for her to follow him if she so desired to. If not, she could stay here, with the fire. At least it would keep her warm for a couple of hours. Until it was done burning all of her possessions that was.​

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[Azaria Snow]

Azaria looked at Isaac with a raised eyebrow. Was this how it was? He was just going to keep up with her or something? After so many name changes, disguises, how was it that he was able to find her, each and every time? It was tiring, to fall for him and then get scared, just to run off again. Azaria sighed and she muttered, "You know me too well, that's what it was." Azaria shook her head and she crossed her arms. How could he do this to her. She was still trying to get over him. She didn't love him or anything, but she felt like there was chemistry there or something. She didn't know what it was, but it made her mad every time she even looked at him. She had three of his kids, for Merlin's sake! This man almost destroyed her body with his seeds. She looked down at her own body before she shook her head once more. However she had to think, there was nothing else that she could do about it. Azaria had left her children behind to live better lives. She never had a family, and never knew how to raise her. Now her son was a serial killer and wanted, Zoe was still in school, and Astoria was playing Quidditch. She just hoped that Zoe would have a good life. She was in Beauxbatons, from what she knew anyway. Astoria, well, she had a lot of attention, many of it negative. Which made her angry.

When he said that he didn't hate her, just annoyed him, that was surprising. Azaria sighed and she shrugged, "I am used to such hatred anyway, figured almost everyone did with my cowardly actions. Can't do sh*t about it now. Can't make it up to our kids, so almost wonder, why bother? It's probably what they want anyway. For us to stay away, for me at the least." Azaria made sure that he knew that it was not just her kids, but his as well. It was probably what he was used to by now, the hatred of their kids bouncing back to them, as wild as the flames that burned her house. Azaria fiddled with her dress, and she had no other choice but to stay with her ex. If one could call Isaac that. She looked down at the ground, and could not believe her luck. Why her, of all people, have to lose everything. She finally said with a sincere tone, "Thanks, Isaac. For doing this. Even if you don't want to." She had no other choice but to go with him. She didn't want to be destitute. That was the last thing that she honestly needed in her life. So with Isaac, she went. She didn't know how to feel about it.​

 

[Isaac Snow]

Isaac rolled his eyes. Knew her well? Why on earth would she think that he knew her well? Isaac barely knew Azaria at all. If he did know her as well she thought he did, they would probably stay together far more often instead of fighting and leaving one another every other day. Isaac figured them know little about one another had to be the culprit. Or at it least part of the big picture. "I don’t know you at all, what are you talking about woman?" Isaac did know that there were some things that she did that were predictable enough for even him to notice, but she was a woman. They all did the same weird things. Isaac kind of thought they were nothing but trouble, but it was hard to avoid them when he was in the mood to be with someone. Their features were often so inviting. But their mouths and inability to not nag for more than an hour made it a lot harder for Isaac to appreciate their fine features. What made it even worse was that Isaac had two daughters on top of Azaria to worry about. He pretty much ignored his children, but it was as if his life was plagued with women. He even had a lot of sisters back at home. But they were a lot easier to deal with because he didn’t live with them. If they started to get on his nerves he could easily make an excuse and just leave. With Azaria it was harder. Half the time he didn’t even want to leave her.

"Because, if they don’t understand their heritage, or the family line they truly come from, they’ll be nothing but useless to us in the future. Personally, I care little for them. They’re little brats who think we owe them something. But they can be used to accomplish great things if we just figure out how to manipulate them in the right way." Isaac told Azaria. It was a sad thought, but Isaac had never had much interaction with his children. He had such little interaction with them, that he barely considered them to be his own children. "But if you want to reconnect with them you should. You are their mother after all." Isaac felt like if Azaria wanted to connect with her kids she should, especially since it seems like she wanted to be with her kids. Isaac wasn’t the type of person to hold attachments easily; he wished he had spent more time with his kids. But his eldest were in their late twenty’s. It was too late for him to try and connect. If he couldn’t relate to them on a family level, perhaps he could connect with them some other way. He thought that they would be useful for things later. Like getting them to do what he wanted to do. He could be close with them that way. At least he could be with them that way. ​

 

[Azaria Snow]

Azaria looked over at him and she narrowed her eyes. Her disguises fooled everyone, her name and everything but somehow she could not fool Isaac. It was something that she never understood. She fooled so many, but he claimed not to know her well. Then he must somehow know her tactics. Well, they had slept together several times which resulted in their three children together. Sighing she shrugged, "Then you know my tactics and hiding where I am. That you apparently know." Her family, as good hunters as they were, could not even follow all of her alias. She liked the name that she was using now, so she did not mind too much. She was exiled from her family, and she lived out on her own. Well, she used to until her house burned down. Could it have been the family that she was exiled from? Fire did seem a little extreme, but they had huge tempers. Azaria was notably a quiet person, and she spent her time responding and giving advice. She had yet to face a lawsuit, but she might write about the story on how she came home and found that she was homeless and did not have any clothing or food. She had some galleons left in the bank so she could make do with some clothing and pay for some food. Azaria looked down at her shoes and she sighed. She was one of those that hated humanity and wanted to make people smarter, but she would have to make things work, with Isaac which meant that she would have to not get on his nerves so much. As long as he did not get on hers.

Those words kind of disturbed Azaria, but if she were ten years younger, it would have been a really big turn on. But she shook her head and she spoke softly, "As usual, we do not agree. Manipulation is just immoral, but you do what you want. They have both of us in them, so I doubt you will succeed." Azaria shrugged her lean shoulders and hoped that he would not try to pull anything like that. She hated anything to do with control, except over her own life. If only she knew what was going on with her children. She would love trying to reconnect with them, but she had a feeling that they would tell her to piss off. "I suppose I can try, therefore I can actually do more for them besides giving them life." Which they might not even enjoy. Antoine was wanted, Astoria was a mess now, and Zoe was at school. She had no idea what was going on in any of their lives. Would he want to connect too? Azaria somehow doubted it. She shrugged and she looked around the area before she prayed that something would go right. "I hate to ask this, but are there any woman’s clothing in your house? I kind of need something to wear." She was not going to suggest walking around naked, since she was in no way that type of woman.​

 

[Isaac Snow]

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Later.​

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Isaac picked up a stack of papers and looked over them. He was in the midst of trying to locate some papers. They were mostly papers that Anastasia had asked for. Isaac didn't know what she wanted them for, or why she even thought he would have them, but he knew better than to tell his little sister no. Anastasia could be a mean as she could beautiful, and Isaac really didn't want to deal with her attitude again. <COLOR color="midnightblue">"Surely she must know how unorganized I am. Or busy. I have a team to coach for crying out loud." Isaac thought to himself as she continued to sift through the pile. It didn't help that Azaria still remained here. Isaac thought all woman had the ability to keep things nice and organized. He must have chosen the oddball of the group to have his children with. Isaac considered asking her if she had seen a stack of papers in a blue colored folder, but she was in the midst of taking a shower. Isaac didn't have the patience to wait either so he would have to make due without her. Isaac peered under another stack of papers before he impatiently shoved away the pile. "Forget it. I'll write Anastasia later and inform her that the papers were nowhere to be found." Isaac shook his head and slumped into the chair. Siblings were so irritating at times. Especially ones who thought that they were the boss of everyone when they were clearly ahead of themselves.

Isaac heard the shower continue to run and slowly he turned his head to glance the door. He had forgotten to tell Azaria to bring a spare set of clothes into the bathroom because he was going to wash her others ones, so he was already dreading the moment she was finished with her shower. Azaria was almost as bad as his sister's were, only he occasionally do fun things with her. But there were times when she was twice as naggy and sometimes just as mean. Isaac smirked at the thought of her getting moody with him though. He loved trying to make her even more upset, it was kind of cute. Isaac heard the roaring shower grow quiet and he knew then that the yelling was going to begin soon enough.

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[Azaria Snow]

There was a lot going on in Azaria's life right now. She could not believe it, but she was living with the father of her children that hated her for leaving them. She sighed as she stepped into the shower and allowed the hot water to wash over her form. It was a relief to actually be herself instead of someone else. She did not have to wear wigs or charm her eyes, nothing. She loved being able to show off her blue eyes and her blonde hair that was going to be cut shorter one day. She was also having a hard time saving up for a place of her own. She never earned that much to begin with, but saving up for a decent house away from her crazy relatives proved to be tasking. Azaria was stressed out enough over these things. She did not even notice that her clothing was taken from the bathroom to be washed, which she would have appreciated if she knew about it. She did not have another set of clothing with her at the time. She did not have much to begin with now. After she finished washing off and doing her thing, Azaria turned off the shower and wrapped her blonde hair into a towel to soak up the water. Then she wrapped another towel around her body to dry off. She reached around to try to find her clothing, when she realized, it was not there. She searched for it throughout the bathroom. Then she realized.

"ISAAC SNOW!" shrieked Azaria as she burst from the bathroom and she had to fight to keep the towel on. She was still dripping wet, and she arrived to the location where Isaac was, and he seemed to be messing with papers. Her blue eyes could kill if they had the power. Azaria definitely made her anger known. "Where are my clothes? I can't parade here in my bloody birthday suit so hand them over, Snow!" She needed to wear something around here. She hated going around without clothing. For one, she did not want to show it to everyone around here, and second, she wanted to be warm and not cold. She got cold easier. Azaria needed some clothing, and if she was not going to get any, then Isaac had better start running because she would steal his.​