I recently refound this story, and I just started writing it. This chapter isn't long, but I will be continuing my stories. I really hope you enjoy this.

Chapter Eleven

When we arrived, the men were sent to get ready in one room, while my soon to be stepmother and I went to get ready in another. I was twisting my hair up when she turned to me.

"I would like your blessing, Alison," she said quietly.

I stared at her incredulously. "My blessing?" I repeated. "You want my blessing to marry my father."

"I just… I want to know if you think I'm doing the right thing."

"You want to know if you're doing the right thing," I said. "You're marrying your dead sister's husband. What could possibly be wrong with that?" She avoided my eyes. "Why are you marrying him?" I asked softly. "It's not like you." Silence. "Has he threatened you?"

"No," she said finally. "I almost wish he would have. It wouldn't be as bad then."

"What wouldn't?"

Tears slid down her face. "I'm pregnant."

In the moment that followed, all I could do was stare at her, until someone knocked on the door. "Ali? Clara?" I heard David ask. "Are you ready yet?"

"No!" I called quickly, seeing the doorknob begin turning. "Give us a few more minutes!" A quick spell erased all traces of crying. "How long have you known?" I asked.

"Since September, when we told you we were going to get married. I wanted to tell you, but your father didn't want you to know until after the wedding."

"Why? He's never cared before."

"Ali, Clara, we need to get to the church!" David called through the door.

"One minute!"

"Because… the baby… it's going to be a witch or wizard."

"Ali!"

"We should go," Clara said softly. "They aren't going to stop until we do."

"Hang on, David!" I called. "Just give us a minute, we'll be ready then."

"Fine. A minute only!"

I turned to Clara. "How do you know it's going to be a wizard or witch?"

"We don't know for sure, but he thinks it will be because the rest of you are," she said. "He doesn't want the baby. He wanted to get rid of it, but I convinced him to let me have it, if-"

"If what?"

"If you or your brother raise it," she whispered.

I cursed silently when David opened the door instead of just knocking this time. "We really have to go."

"Alright," I said. "Let's go."

After the wedding, I sat with Severus, David, and Charlie, explaining to them what Clara had told me. They stared at me in silence.

"Are you serious?" Charlie said. "If you raise the kid, she gets to give birth to it? What the hell?"

"You don't know our father," I said quietly. "The twins and I are lucky we got to be born, in all honesty, after David turned out to be a wizard. He hates magic. I don't know why, but he will do anything to keep it away from him."

"But you can't take care of the baby," David said. "Neither can I. Gay couples can't raise children according to magical law, and neither can single eighteen year olds."

Our conversation was interrupted by our father walking up, Clara right behind him. On impulse, I reached over and grabbed Severus's hand, causing my father to glare.

"And who is this?" he demanded. "I don't recall you mentioning a… friend."

"This is Severus. I told you I would be bringing him," I said, narrowing my eyes. "You would know that if you actually bothered to read the letters I send."

"How old are you, exactly?"

"None of your business," I interrupted smoothly. "By the way, after the wedding, Owen and Alex are coming with me to Hogwarts, where they'll stay with Severus and I. And after the baby is born, I will take him or her off your hands as well," I added, ignoring what my brother had said. I would find a way.

"This is not the place," my father snapped. "And who says you can take my children away from me, girl?"

I smirked. "I am of age, in both the muggle and wizarding worlds, father. Legally, if I can prove that the twins are being mistreated, I can gain custody of them. As for the baby, you don't want him or her anyway. I do."

"Fine," he hissed. "I'll send a blasted owl when the thing arrives." With one last glare aimed at Severus, my father marched away. Clara hesitated.

"Thank you," she murmured, before she followed.