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“If you didn’t go around, digging for information you weren’t supposed to know, you would not have had to worry about missing out on her childhood.” Olivia insisted stubbornly. Perhaps she was being a little too rude, but she knew she had to be that way. Dante was making a mistake, leaving his old, comfortable life behind, for something that he couldn’t have. Their relationship wasn’t allowed back then, who was to say that them having a daughter now would be fine? Did he even consider the danger he’d be putting Adriana in if he was to approach her? “Of course she’s asked about you, she’s not stupid.” She snapped, placing her now-cold drink down onto the empty stand nearby. What was Olivia supposed to tell him? She could lie. She could tell him that Adriana resented him, that Olivia had painted him to be some kind of a bad guy. Or she could tell him the truth. “No, she knows the situation we were in. She knows that she’s a halfblood, and that her father’s a pureblood. And she knows that she’s safer not meeting her father. She’s seen plenty.” Even in Hogwarts, even in these safe grounds, there was plenty of prejudice and judgement. Plenty of risks.
"How is this information I was not supposed to know?” he asked her, his voice starting to rise. He did not wish to make a scene but he had the right to know about the child. She had kept this from him all these years and she didn’t even seem to be remotely apologetic. He had so many questions he wanted to ask her, and as calmly as he could, he wanted to understand her reasons but it wasn’t all that easy to be patient. “And how would I know that?” he snapped right back at her before clicking his tongue. “I get it, I get there were a million complications and I am sorry that my presence in your life is such an inconvenience to you, but unless my daughter doesn’t want to see me, you have no right to stop me from getting to know her. She’s not a child anymore, is she? She can make her own decisions. I’ll see you at Hogwarts next term.” Without so much as another word, he turned around and left, not wanting to argue with her any longer.
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