Just a warning for younger or more sensitive readers this chapter is quite suggestive. Anyway I hope you like it.

Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns Harry Potter. I own my OC's.

~Chapter 13. I dust my mother~

Ellie POV

I traced my finger along the gold gilded frame of my mother's portrait, picking up dust on my skin. She sat proud and regal in her silver chair, a blue fire roaring behind her. She didn't often move although if you stood quietly enough outside the drawing room you could here her strike up a conversation with her relatives.

The portrait was a younger version of my mother—before she'd married my father. At that point in my mother's life she was kind and considerate with a dark sense of humour. The only problem was, she became nastier the longer amount of time she spent talking to the older portrait of herself.

"Strange isn't it, how people are drawn back to the places and people they hate the most."

"Yes it is most peculiar." I said, walking away and forcing Ivy to follow me out of the drawing room.

"What are you doing here? Finally tired of running?"

I looked her in eye feeling almost sorry that I had let our lives come to this—but only almost. "I'll never be tired of running."

Ivy just sighed. "I'm going away for a little bit, whilst its…quiet. You can come along...you know...if you want."

"Is McArthur going with you?" I asked, hoping desperately that he wasn't.

Her eyes narrowed slightly. "He's my fiancé!"

"Sorry, no can do." I shrugged.

"Why do you have to be like that?"

"Like what." I frowned.

"Like McArthur's just told you that you're terrible at Quidditch or something."

"Yeah, I wish." I mumbled.

Ivy looked really angry then. Her eyes took on a strange red hue the way they did when she was going to blow up something…or someone.

"What has he said? What did he say that makes you hate him so much?" She yelled.

"It's not what he's said it's what he's done!" I shouted back.

Ivy lowered her voice. "What do you mean?"

I grabbed her hand and invaded her mind. I took hold of it before she could push me out and planted the memory in her head.

"Happy thirteenth!" McArthur was standing at my front door at 2 o'clock in the afternoon.

"The party starts at four and Ivy's not here at the moment." I said bluntly, shutting the door in his face.

He stuck his toe in the door and walked in. "It's you I wanted to see."

"Um okay…" I closed the door behind him and walked into the large kitchen.

After walking around in it for almost nine years I still had trouble finding the fridge. It was times like this when I envied Charlotte for having a house-elf.

"Do you want anything?" I asked hoping that he didn't so I wouldn't have to go and find the fridge.

"Nah I don't plan on staying for long."

I breathed a sigh of relief—after what had happened last summer and the summer previous I never wanted to spend too long alone with Ivy's boyfriend.

I walked into the living room and sat on the sofa opposite him. I pulled out a book—'100 Quidditch Heroines of the Decade – 1930s—and decided to read it to avoid his attention. I smiled as I sank down in the chair and started on page 53.

After a few minutes. "You're cute when you smile."

I slammed closed the book and laid it on the table. "Leave. Now!" I gritted my teeth.

He leaned up close to my face. "I want to stay here, with you."

"I thought you had to go."

"This won't take long." He breathed huskily.

He moved so he was next to me on the sofa and pulled me in so he held me in is arms. Despite the fact he was touching me and planting soft kisses down my neck, I kept rigid. I didn't move, didn't react to what he was doing to me. I knew from previous experience that if I screamed it would just egg him on and in any case there wasn't anyone around to hear.

"No matter what you do I will always get you." He grinned darkly. "And once again I have got you exactly where I want."

The memory ended there. That was as much as my mind could take.

Ivy looked at me with eyes streaming down her face. "No. He's not like that. He's not a criminal. You're lying. You're lying!"

"I'm telling the truth Ivy."

"He did that to you? Was that...was it the first time?"

I shook my head sadly. Nothing else was said for a few moments as she wrapped her arms around me. We stood there like that, hugging and crying.

"I didn't know. I swear I didn't. If I did then I wouldn't be with him now. You should've told me. He should've gone, Ellie, not you. "

"That wouldn't have happened then and it still won't now." I didn't have the slightest bit of hope in my voice.

"Oh god this is hard to say. Ellie I'm going to break up with him but he's always going to be a part of all our lives."

It was my turn to be confused. "I don't get it."

"Ellie, I'm pregnant."

So I hope you liked this chapter. I am happy to say that the next chapter will (hopefully) be co-written with my friend Charlotte.

But until then...

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