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She could barely remember the last time she saw her mortal mother but the memory was buried deep. Little Roxana Black was in the Big House of Camp Half Blood, in the infirmary, as the daughters of Apollo running the infirmary tried to keep her occupied, and doted on her. It was 1985. There was sounds of rain hitting the ceiling above.
Roxana had feigned yawns and convinced the older girls to put her to sleep in a bed of the infirmary. The lights were turned out and while older kids talked in another room, she could hear her mother talking to the camp directors.
“I can’t have her with me. I know my family is going to send his people after me. My family here in America turned me away” Her mother spoke. Roxana didn’t know who ‘he’ was, but if her strong willed mother was afraid of him, she figured she ought to be as well. Her mother had been careful not to speak of whoever this mysterious person was in front of her. The people in the fancy house in the city with the handsome iron gates had sharply rebuked her for coming to them. They said they wouldn’t have a blood purist in their house.
They were mean, and Roxana didn’t like them, even if they had a pretty house. Her mother found shelter in witch’s shelters. She had told them she was running away from a dangerous man, and they were quick to let her stay. At night Roxana’s mother would sing lullabies about Merlin and magic, and show her cool tricks. She would tell Roxana about a wonderful castle called Hogwarts, and how it was a safe place full of wonderful books.
“Why don’t you stay here?” The nice sounding- horse man said.
“I can’t, what if they send them here? I can’t be responsible for that” her mother said. The grumpy sounding man who had curled his lip and sneered at the sight of them spoke up in agreement.
They talked for hours, as the horse man tried to convince her mother and the grumpy man to let her mother stay. But ultimately he was overruled. Her mother was sure that these dangerous people would find her.
Hours later her mother came to her and hugged her, talking through tears. After hugs and words of comfort, her mother raised a wand with a shaking hand, and hid her daughter’s memories.
And then, she left, and Roxana never saw her again.