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*~Chapter Seven: Blue~*


You didn’t mean to apparate there. Well, maybe you did, but that just wasn’t acceptable. You hadn’t even been there before.

It was something you would expect from Jordan. No apartment building, no condo. Just a small house for him and his daughter. A few guest rooms for a possible visit from his grandchildren and older daughters.

From what you could see from the window, he hadn’t really changed since your death. He seemed to be getting some gray on the top of his head, but he was still as lean and handsome as ever. It was kind of creepy, you, a now young 16 or so year old, finding this middle-aged man handsome. You felt like you had never met him… but in a way, you had. In the past, and in your bodies future. Creepy.

You saw Sarah as well. She was now setting the table, looking back at her father once in a while to laugh at something he had said. Like you used to do. She looked a lot like you… it was uncanny. Her hair had darkened, more your color with Jordan’s lightly curly texture.

You looked down at the forgotten bear, it’s eye’s twinkling in the faint moonlight. Something was in there. Was this place any safer?

You looked around you, wondering if Tom really had someone here, looking over them. Most likely. In case you came along. You wondered if Tom was here yet. Most likely.

Where could you put it? You though over your options - Hogwarts, Hogsmeade, London,- no… all where too dangerous for you to go to. All weren’t safe enough for your bear.

It hit you like a brick.

~*~

“Wait for her here if she comes back. If not, don’t return to the mansion for at least two hours. That’s an order, Malfoy. Don‘t come to help her, like last time.”

~*~

You stepped through the wreckage gingerly, surprised it was still here. Most likely under an unplotable curse, thankfully made by Tom to not be seen by muggles.

Old, dried out now-black roses sat on the old doorstep, tied to a wooden beam. The petals blew tiredly with the wind. You stepped over them and opened the only thing left standing, the front door. You always found that somewhat ironic.

You went through where you remembered the foyer to be, the kitchen, the antique dinning room, your parents’ room, your stillborn sisters’ room… your room.

You picked up a piece of plaster, it still had your wallpaper on it. Green. You remembered writing home to tell your parents when you got into Slytherin. They wrote you back that your room had been remodeled accordingly. You also remembered, that it was once yellow. Your favorite color. Until, of course, 1st year.

Maybe you were meant to be a Hufflepuff all along. With Mrytle. Drowing your sorrows in the local Girl’s toilets.

You picked up a piece of burnt mattress and kneeled down beside it. You nestled the bear into the worn wood, and covered it again. Taking a deep breath and backing up, you turned on your heel.

And gasped.

“Home. Now.”

~*~

“I am so sorry Tom. I wasn’t thinking.”

“That’s just the thing. You WERE thinking!” Tom screamed at you. You flinched and moved farther away from him and towards the window.

“Tom I… I just wanted to get out of this town! I didn’t really realize what I thought of before I was even there-”

He slapped you hard and fast, your head turned violently to the right before your knees buckled in shock and you were on the floor.

“ALL ANYONE HAS EVER DONE BEFORE ME IS LIE! AND NOW I HAVE THE POWER TO SEE THROUGH IT!” He screamed, the whites off his eyes starting to go pink.

“Tom… please…” you pleaded, tears welling up in your eyes.

“SILENCE!” He roared, sending you whimpering into the corner. You covered your head and hugged your knees, flashes of the past rolling beneath your clenched eyelids.

“Don’t look at him like that Charlie!”

“What are you doing? Trying to look like a slut?”

“Change your skirt! Now!”

“All you do is cry and complain Charlie!”

“Why don’t you just become a Hufflepuff!”

“Come on… just sleep with me. We will be each other’s first.”

“Just do it. Listen to what I have to say!”

“OBEY MY ORDERS!”

It was all too much… all too much.

“STOP IT! STOP IT! LEAVE ME ALONE!”

“I WILL NOT UNTIL YOU OBEY AND LISTEN TO ME! I DID NOT BRING YOU BACK TO GO AND GET BACK TOGETHER WITH YOUR FAMILY! IT WAS JUST SUPPOSED TO BE US! JUST US! AND THE BABY!”

“I’M PREGNANT???? WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN!”

“AVADA KADAVRA!”

A death eater walking just outside the door fell silently, you cried out and started to cry harder, crawling your way towards the door.

“Charlie… Charlie stop…”

You stopped crawling and hugged your knees again, choking down another sob and rocking back and forth.

“No…No…No… I won’t do it anymore…. No… please…. Stop….”

“Charlie… calm down. Stop crying.”

You tried to suck up your tears, desperate not to get hit again.

“I told you… I’m going to take care of it.”

“Take care of it?” You whispered, finally looking up into his face, “All you ever do it ruin it. Everything.”

“Never again… I promise.” He kneeled down next to you and hugged you, letting him nuzzle his head into your neck. You clenched your eyes again, trying to not let yourself cry again.

“Am I really pregnant Tom?”

“Maybe. Want to find out?”

You were about to nod your head no, but his wand was already at your stomach. He said a silent spell, and withdrew his wand, like a memory. It was blue.

“Excellent. Now I can teach the little one to fly.”

You knew it wasn’t the truth. That he didn’t want to teach his son how to fly.

Maybe take over the world, but most defiantly not to fly.


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