Disclaimer: I own Jamie and Evan plus four new characters in this chapter.
A/N: AHA! Lol I updated... I told you I would. Okay, the beginning of this chap will confuse you a bit, or throw you off, it looks like it has NOTHING to do with the story line, but it does. SO just hang in there and you'll see why. Have fun with it!
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"Come on," Bridget whispered as she and Jacques reached her room. Using the hand that wasn't grasped in Jacques', she opened the door. Her breath hitched in her throat as she saw a man sitting on her bed. She dropped Jacques hand and looked at her feet, not being able to meet the man's gaze. She knew who he was. "Go Jacques, I have to talk to my dad." she said, turning to her boyfriend. He looked a her, but nodded and headed back for the door.
"What are you doing here? Bridget asked, turning back to the man she resembled so much.
Pierre looked at his daughter, surprised how grown up she was. It had been eleven years since he had last seen his little girl, she was now sixteen. "It's not what I am doing here Brigitte." he said. "It's what you and your friend were planning on doing here."
Bridget shook her head. "What gives you the right to walk in here and start telling me what to do?" she asked.
Brigitte Gabrielle Loire, Je suis ton père!"
"Some father." She said, cutting him off. "You abandoned me. A father doesn't leave his wife and kids. I can't pretend you held my hand as I drifted in and out of consciousness when I had the Wizarding flu! I can't pretend you rubbed lotion on me when I had the owl-pocks. I can't pretend that you stayed home with me and Ben while Mum worked extra jobs just to make ends meet!" She said, her voice at a volume she didn't ever use, even towards her little brother.
"Brigitte..." Pierre said, he felt his stomach wriggle uncomfortably. "Who is Ben?"
Bridget stared at her father, suddenly wishing she had never mentioned her brother's name in the conversation. She swallowed hard, remaining silent.
"Ma fille?" Pierre's voice was soft as he spoke gently in french to his daughter.
"BRIDGET!" A voice came from down the hall. The girl's eyes got big as she willed her brother not to come into her room. "Mum is gonna kill you when she finds out you brought Jacques down here!" He said opening the door to his sister's room. He looked at Pierre and gasped. "What's he doing here?" Ben asked, his voice shaking.
Bridget walked over to her brother, noticing how much like their father he look. "Papa, je te present ton fils Benjamin." she said slowly. The tow watched as Pierre's face fell.
"Mon fils? Jai un fils? He asked his french coming out in his shock. He looked between the two. They were beautiful, he thought, wanting to hug them bot so badly, and then not let go.
Ben nodded, "Yeah, guess you wouldn't know that though huh?" h asked " I mean after abandoning Mum and Bridge and all."
"I didn't abandon them! I didn't even know about you! And Brigitte, for you information, I didn't abandon you either." He said, tears in his eyes. "I wanted to come back to you, your mum wouldn't let me!" He looked at both of them, his children, wondering what lies his wife had told them.
Bridget shook her head. "Well mon cher Père." She said sarcastically. "If you hadn't broken up with her to begin with, that never would have happened. I would have had a father, I wouldn't have been jealous of all my fellow peers, and I wouldn't have been raised by Mum all by herself! She looked as if she wanted to say more, but snapped her mouth shut. Tears were already sliding down her cheeks. "All I ever prayed for was for you to come home. I wished every birthday for eleven years. I asked Santa. I so badly wanted you to come home, but you never did!"
Pierre stood and walked over to his daughter. He wrapped his arms around her, and she sobbed into his shoulder. "I'm so sorry Brigitte." He said kissing her on the top of her strawberry blonde hair. "Je suis tres desole. I'll do anything to make it up to you."
Bridget pulled away from her father's embrace and looked up at him. He stood talked by about eight inches as she was 5'5", and still shorter than her mum. "Just be here and promise you'll never leave." she said.
Pierre nodded. 'Easier said then done,' he thought. 'If Elizabeth takes me back.'
Spencer stood silently as he watched his sister wipe her tears. He wrapped an arm around her and met her gaze.
Bridget nodded, silently accepting the non verbal message she had received from her brother. It boggled everyone how they did it, but they didn't need to speak to tell each other what was going on. "Dad, Ben wants to talk to you." She said watching her father look from her to his newly found son.
"Okay, and how do you know that? He didn't say anything." Pierre asked skeptically.
"Lets just say that Ben and I have a very special bond, and our means of conversation need not be voiced out loud."
Pierre nodded. "Okay, well why don't we go some where then Benjamin? Give ta soeur a couple minutes to calm down." Ben nodded and led his father back down the hall to his room.
Bridget watched them, then scurried down the hall in the opposite direction. Her mother was due home any minute and she would want to know why both her kids were there and not in their dormitories. Elizabeth wasn't very partial to her kid's father's ideas. 'Especially' Bridget though, 'when she finds out that he just showed up!' Her stomach rumbled and interrupted her thoughts. She shut her eyes and sighed, realizing that she had missed dinner. That meant that Ben hadn't eaten either. This would worry their mother even more. Sighing one last time, she jumped at the sound of the door opening. She moved to the front of the couch as her mother came into the living room.
"There you are!" Elizabeth said looking down the hall. "Is your brother here as well?"
Bridget bit her lips, as her mother turned to her. "Yeah he's here."
"What's going on honey?" Elizabeth asked, starting to walk down the hall.
Bridget quickly ran in front of her, placing her hands on either wall to precent her mother from continuing down the hall.
"Brigitte Gabriel, you have three seconds to explain." Elizabeth said her daughters full french name as she felt her blood pressure rise. The girl was acting rather odd, and her stomach told her someone was in the flat. She waited to here what her daughter was going to say.
"Mum," Bridget said with a deep sigh. "Don't flip, but Dad is here." The last three worlds came out in a whisper.
"WHAT!?" Elizabeth nearly screamed. She gently pushed her daughter aside, and burst into her son's room.
Pierre stood up from where he'd been sitting on Ben's desk. "Liz," he said. It was obvious he still loved her, it was true emotion in his voice.
Elizabeth took a deep breath. It had been eleven years since she's thrown him out. That was the last time she had seen him. "What are you doing here?"
"Well..." he said, gesturing to Bridget, who stood behind her mother in the door way. "I came to see my daughter. But I also met my son, extra bonus fro coming back I guess." He answered sarcastically.
"Sod it Loire!" Elizabeth said feeling anger rushing through her, but at the same time, a stomach turning feeling reminded her of her last years at Hogwarts. She shook her head. "What right do you have to come here and see them?" she asked.
Pierre shrugged. "I don't' know, maybe because I am their father and I love them!? What gives you the right to keep them from me?" He paused. "If I had known about Benjamin I would have fought harder to come back."
"How dare you even say his name!" Elizabeth said, she surprised Bridget, who never expected her mother to act like this.
"Liz, I think we should talk in a more private quarter." Pierre said through grated teeth.
"No, Loire, I want my kids to see what and arse their father is."
"Shut your mother witch!" Pierre snapped.
Bridget squeezed past her mum and took residence beside her brother on his bed.
Ben slipped his hand into hers and met her glance, fear was obvious in his eyes.
"Fine, Pierre," Elizabeth said emphasizing his first name. "Tell us why you came back!"
Pierre stared into his wife's eyes. "I'm here on a mission for the Order, I thought I would stop in."
Elizabeth's mouth fell open. "The, the Order?"
Pierre smirked. "Surprises, Surprises huh Brenin. . . wait, I forgot, you are a Loire." He said smirk still in place.
Elizabeth's mouth clamped shut.
The stood in silence for a minute or two, before Bridget spoke up. "Mum, he's apolozied to me, he wants to be in my life. Don't make him go away again."
Elizabeth turned to her daughter. "He walked out o you when you were five years old. He comes back now eleven years later, and you greet him with open arms?!"
Bridget nodded, feeling the tears well up in her yes again. "You knew I just wanted him here!" She screamed, suddenly angered by her mother. "You always blamed him, you never told me you pushed him away. I cried my self to sleep for months, and months, and you lied to my about why he was gone!"
Ben, who was silently taking all this in gaped at his sister. "Bridge," he questioned her.
"NO BEN! You told me you wanted to meet him! If she hadn't made him leave, he could have been here while we were growing up. But she told him to stay away, not to come back."
Pierre turned and pulled his daughter into his arms again.
Elizabeth sighed. "Ben, go back you your dorm. This is between your sister, your father, and I." she said.
Ben nodded and stood. He kissed his sister on the cheek, as well as his mother, and with a nod to his old man, left the room.
"Shall we go to the living room then?" Elizabeth asked turning back to her daughter who still stood shaking in Pierre's arms.
Pierre nodded, and followed Elizabeth to her small living room, guiding Bridget to sit on the couch. He moved across the room and warmed his hands over the fire that was burning brightly in the fire place. "Benjamin is a student here? A first year? And that puts you in?" he asked looking back at Bridget.
"Sixth, the year of exams..." She answered.
Pierre nodded and turned to Elizabeth, "We need to settle what ever it is you hate me for..." He trailed off as she looked up at him.
"Why do I hate you? Pierre you told me that you were going back to England for about a week to do a couple things at the Ministry, because your papers had been misplaced. You come back three weeks later, with a completely different story. What was I supposed to do?"
"You still think that I was having an affair don't you?" Pierre asked, his voice trembling with anger. "Dammit Liz, I didn't have an affair."
"You want to tell me the truth then?"
"I told you! It was a job for the Order, just like I am on one right now."
"Well still, you up and left me for three weeks, pregnant and with a five year old." She paused. "A five year old that wanted her daddy badly and didn't understand why you left."
"I told you it was right after Voldemort fell, and as a courier it was my job to make sure that any messages needing to get around made it to their final destinations. I didn't mean to be gone that long. I missed you both so much, but then you didn't want me back."
"I was mad Pierre. Do you remember that night that we went up and Dumbledore told us about our options, because I was pregnant and everything. You said that you would never leave me and you did." Elizabeth explained.
"Physically maybe, but not here." He said touching his chest. "You were always with me here."
Elizabeth snorted, and wiped the tears from her eyes. "It's been eleven years, you can't tell me you have been faithful that whole time."
Pierre chuckled and glanced at his feet. "You my dear, are my one and only."
Bridget gasped, realizing what her parents were talking about. "Wow," she said, "Jacques can't go like two weeks without..." She trailed off as bother her parents heads snapped up to look at her. "But um, yeah this is between you two..."
Pierre glanced at his wife, a frown forming on his previously smiling face. "Brigitte," he said.
'Oh shit, I'm in trouble now!" Bridget thought frantically. "Well you and Mum sit, have a nice chat I havta, uh, I'm gonna go find Jacques!"
With that she dashed out of the room.
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Hermione sat at the table in the Great Hall, simply staring at the plate before her. Three simple leaves of lettuce, a wedge of tomato, and shredded carrot. A measly little lunch, but she wasn't even hungry for that much.
"Come on 'Mione, you have to eat more than that!" Harry scolded her.
Hermione glared at him. "I'm not hungry, I have a stomachache." She said, pushing the vegetables around her plate.
"What do you mean you have a stomachache?" He hissed in response.
Shrugging, Hermione looked down the table where Ron and Ginny were secretly conversing. Some brother sister thing or another, she supposed. Across from them Jamie and Evan were eating their meals in silence.
"Everything okay?" Harry asked, rubbing Hermione's back.
Hermione turned and looked at him. "I'm fine, I just have cramps." replied, feeling her body freeze. Her eyes growing wide, she looked down at her abdomen. "Cramps." Scrambling off the bench, she rushed out of the Great Hall.
Both Jamie and Ginny looked up at the blur of robes and auburn hair. "Harry what was all that about?" Ginny asked, gesturing toward the now closed door.
Harry, mouth hanging open shook his head. "You and Jamie better go after her."
With speed they didn't know they had, Jamie and Ginny jumped up and dashed out of the Great Hall. Not knowing where to go first, they headed to the main floor girl's loo.
"'Mione you in here?" Jamie asked, looking at the feet under the stalls.
Hermione came out of one of the stalls, her face gray, and her breathing shallow. Gripping the edge of the sink so hard her knuckles where white she looked into the sink. "Go get Madame Pomfrey." she said before she passed out.
Ginny launched forward and grabbed her, before she hit the hard ceramic floor. "RUN JAMIE!" She shouted panicky.
Jamie nodded and rushed out of the bathroom. This was it, her mum was having the miscarriage. Soon she was in front of the infirmary doors, and pushing the open she ran wildly to the woman's office. "Madame Pomfrey, come quick Hermione Granger is passed out in the bathroom."
The aging nurses eyes bulged as she scurried towards the door, drawing her wand out of the pocket in her apron as she went. She obviously knew that Hermione was pregnant, and what it meant for her to be passed out in the bathroom.
Both arrived at the bathroom with in minutes of Hermione losing consciousness. Kneeling beside the girl, a simple Rennervate, woke her up. However the blood making an appearance on the girl's jeans was frightening her even more. "Miss Black, go make sure that the hallway is clear, Miss Weasley, you are going to help me levitate her back to the hospital wing.
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The next night, Bridget and Ben were called down to their mother's flat for a little "Chat" with their parents.
"Brigitte, my fille." Pierre started, he looked at Elizabeth, unsure of how to continue.
"Bridge, your father and I are not happy what is going on with you and Jacques right now. We've decided that now that things in our family have taken a little bit of a turn, that we are going to run with it. Because your father is working for the Order in England, it is easier to live there for now. I'm at a stand still in my job and can probably find something just as good or better there. We are leaving Sunday morning, you will go to Hogwarts that evening."
Bridget stared at her parents. "ARE YOU KIDDING ME!? NO! I'm not leaving. Why can't Dad stay here?!"
Pierre sighed. "Listen ma fille. We lived in England when you were born, you were two when we moved here. That's where I've been for the past eleven years, and since the only reason Mum was here was because I was there is done with we can pick up our lives there."
"I don't want to!" Bridget screamed.
"We will be closer to Nana and Grandad!" Ben said excitedly.
"SHUT UP BEN! I'm NOT MOVING!"
Pierre and Elizabeth exchanged a glance. "Too bad. What you are doing with Jacques is inappropriate, and we know that banning you from him will not work that you will only sneak out with him. We are moving. You will go to Hogwarts, as your father and I did." Her mum told her.
"Come on Mum! I know that you were pregnant with me when you were a seventh year! That you and Dad had a raging affair. But come on! I'm not as stupid as you! Maybe I'll even pull a Dad, transfer there and then get knocked up while I'm at it!"
Pierre stood. "You can go to your room right now Brigitte!"
"FINE I WILL! AND DON'T THINK THAT I'M GOING TO BE LEAVING WITH YOU!"
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Hermione lay in the hospital wing staring at the ceiling. She felt empty, but then again she was. Not that being pregnant had ever made her feel like there was anything inside her. She'd been pregnant almost two months. And it was all over, the last remnants of her and Ron's relationship. She heard voices, and the doors pushed open to reveal Harry followed by Ron and Ginny, and the twins. "Hey guys." she said softly.
"H-how are you 'Mione?" Ron asked, not looking at her, but fixing his gaze on the glass of water next to her on the bed-side table.
"I'm fine Ron." She answered shyly.
He sighed. "Listen I'm really sorry, I never, I mean well I never thought I-"
"Don't worry about it Ron, it's over now. Things can go back to being normal." she said, regretting it right after she said it. Things wouldn't be the normal that Ron was looking for, because there wouldn't be a them anymore. She was quite happy with the friends with benefits thing going on with Harry, and was hoping that it would turn into more of a relationship.
Realizing a very gory battle was about to take place, Ginny stepped in. "Did you guys hear that there is going to be transfers. Yeah, kids from France. Brigitte and Benjamin Loire." she said in a false french accent. "Apparently their dad works for the Order, and they're moving up here because their parents got back together."
Ron turned to look at his sister. "And how do you know all this?"
Ginny shrugged. "I was in with McGonagall taking a test and I heard her and Dumbledore talking about it in her office. They're British, but have been living in France, because that's were the dad was from. Kinda messed up if you ask me." she continued.
"Brigitte... it sounds so french." Ron pondered aloud.
Jamie and Evan simply rolled their eyes. So this was how Aunt Bridget played into things... Seeing this relationship unfold might be highly interesting.
A/N: YEAH! I DID IT! WOOT lol, ok here is the promised update. But this is it for about another month of so. I know that you were kinda thrown off with the whole Bridget thing, but it was the beginning half of the one-shot that I stole for the last chapter, and I just changed the names around... when I say stole I meant from my own archive, not another authors: ) Have a good June!!!
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