A/N - A relatively short chapter, but I thought it best to end where it did.
A lot of you seemed to like the last chapter, admittedly you didn't like the end two scenes, haha. Thank you for the response :)

Disclaimer - I do not own Harry Potter.

I don't really remember how or why, but all I knew was that my father and uncle Ron told us all we really needed to get out of the Burrow and go somewhere hidden in case Hilda issued another attack on us. Scott offered the new house which was in muggle London and unknown to anybody but him and a few of his employees who he trusted with his life.

It's quite surreal really, sitting around the large kitchen table of my new house with my family at four o'clock in the morning while we wait for news on whether it's safe for us to go back to our normal routines or not.

It's strange watching Dominique pace up and down the kitchen floor, muttering to herself. It's mad watching Scorpius sit with his hands flat on the table in front of him, looking directly at the wood, analysing everything that just happened. It's scary watching my aunts, uncles, mother and grandparents revert to something they were all once very much used to.

Nobody was mentioning what we all saw. Nobody was talking about the fact that we all saw my dead daughter, or how she should look if I hadn't had killed her. Nobody was talking about it. . ., and I wanted to talk about it.

"Is that even possible?" I asked, my voice hoarse and rough due to the screaming and crying I had done a few hours previous. "What the did to Miley. How is that possible?"

Everybody around the table looked towards Dominique and Scorpius.

Scorpius didn't shift his gaze away from the table but Dominique spoke.

"I guess so. I mean, there was talk of some Asian wizard producing a potion which worked that way -"

"It's very possible." Roxanne spoke over Dominique. "It's quite simple once you understand just how the potions are needed to be made and mixed together. Big money spinner."

I didn't say anything; I just looked over at Roxanne and briefly wondered if somebody offered her the right price, would she bottle that potion and sell it?

Around dawn, my father and uncle Ron came back and told my family it was safe to return to their own homes. Apparently Hilda was sighted somewhere over France so it was down to the French authorities to track her down until she left their boundaries.

I didn't care where Hilda was or who's job it was to track her down. I didn't really care when my mother hugged and kissed me goodbye, or when my father came over and whispered in my ear that it would be alright. I didn't really care when Dominique assured me she'd find her and kill her.

All I could think of was how beautiful my baby girl would have been.

I lay in bed looking out of the window; Scott and I went to bed in the flat shortly after people left the house. I let him wrap his arms around me when we both got into bed. I let him whisper how sorry he was for what he did and said and how he acted over the past few days. I just lay there and looked out of the window; watching the sun shift position as dawn turned into midday and Scott gradually woke up again.

"Did you sleep, baby?" Scott murmured when I felt him stretch out under me.

I pretended to yawn and stretch as I sat up, my back, neck and shoulders stiff from being still for six hours straight.

"Like a baby." I lied.

I climbed out of bed and headed for the bathroom. "I'm gonna shower before I go to the gym." I muttered over my shoulder.

"Hey, Lily?"

I paused in the doorway and turned slightly, looking over at Scott who climbed out of bed. "You do know I love you, right?" he asked me seriously.

"I know you do." I said.

"And you do know that what happened last night, that was for Scorpius. Having you there. . ., that was just a bonus in the eyes of the psycho after he and Dominique, right?" Scott asked.

I felt myself stiffen and my stomach felt like I swallowed a ten ton weight.

"Yeah." I told him, forcing the words to come out of my mouth even though it felt like I was choking on cotton balls. "Yeah I know."

Scott looked me over once before he nodded his head. "You go shower, I'll go make us some food before you go to the gym."

I watched him leave the room before I headed into the bathroom. When I walked through the doorway though, a breeze came through the open window and it was strong enough to knock the chair over that I had folded my jacket on from last night.

I picked it up, briefly remembering that it was on of Louis' jackets he left at the Burrow. I was about to put it back on the chair when I heard something rustle in the pocket. I froze when I felt my fist curl around the small bag of white pills that Scott threw at me in the bathroom.

I remembered the calming sensation they gave me; way more than Sobering Solutions. I remembered how relaxed and care-free I was before everything else happened.

Before Scott came into the room with me again, I quickly pulled two small pills out of the clear bag and put them on my tongue. I took the bag through to the walk in wardrobe that led the way to the bathroom and carefully dropped the bag into one of my handbags that were lined up carefully along one shelf.

I didn't even bother going to the gym. I apparated to my usual spot but when I actually got there and went to open the door, I changed my mind. I turned round and just walked round muggle London. I was grateful that I decided to go to the gym with sweatpants and a hoodie over my shorts and crop top because the weather was dreadfully cold.

I just walked wherever my feet took me. I didn't care where I was going; I just wanted to walk.

As I walked I thought hard about many things.

First, about how easy any of us could have died last night. If Scorpius hadn't had moved Fleur out of the way, the entire family would be mourning her death right now. Dominique would be grieving for her mother. Annabelle and Katy and Riley and Logan would be crying for a grandmother that they'd never see again.

Second, I thought about how it was Scott was was consoling me last night. I thought over how strained mine and Scott's relationship had been lately. . . and it's my fault. Sure he has his faults and he isn't perfect - but I'm the one who had an affair. I'm the one who distanced herself from him. I'm the one who seemed utterly repulsed by the simple idea of him proposing.

Third thought, how miserable I've been since I came back from America; if I haven't been jealous over Scorpius, I've been arguing with Scott or I've been having a rubbish time in general.

That's why around the time the streets weren't as busy, when the street lights flickered on I made my mind up on a few things.

"Are you sure?"

I looked over my shoulder when Scott questioned my decision. He was laying in our bed watching the huge flat screen television that was on the wall when I came in the room. Now the television was switched off and he was looking at me like I had lost the plot.

"Yeah. You said it yourself; we're different in England." I reminded him of what he basically summarised at my party. "That's why I think it's time we went back to America." I told him. I pulled out my large suitcases from a hidden compartment behind my shoe rack and opened both of them.

"I need you to speak to Taylor," I told Scott as I carefully folded clothes into the suitcases; grateful that my aunt Hermione taught me how to master the undetectable extension charm. "I'm not bothered if we go via airplane or if we get a Portkey. I'd prefer it if we left the day after tomorrow at the earliest though."

Scott got out of bed and came over to where I was on my knees with piles of clothes surrounding me. He took my wrists and held them gently.

"Lily, you're not thinking straight. Yesterday -"

"Yesterday we were tense all night. We're no good around here. I have too much history, which yesterday solidified." I told him strongly but quietly. "Scott, we're happier in America." I argued.

If we went back to America, I know for a fact that we could get back on track. Scorpius wouldn't be in the picture. Scott would be happier, I could focus on training, winning the Winter Cup with the Lions. I could prepare for the tour with the England National Team starting in February.

"I'm not gonna lie and say I love it here - but you do." Scott murmured.

I nodded my head. "I know I do. . ., but I love our relationship and while we're here I honestly don't see it working." I told him honestly.

I watched as realisation drew down on Scott's face. He looked at me soberly and then down at his hands which were over my wrists.

"You know I love you." Scott whispered.

"I know you do."

Scott took several deep breaths before he spoke again.

"I'll go ring Chloe, see if she's coming back with us or staying here with Ed until he comes back for the new season." Scott stood up and ran a hand through my hair softly. "Then I'll ring Taylor and ask him to arrange travel and then I guess I'll start packing."

I smiled up at Scott and watched him walk out of the room, pulling his mobile out of his shorts pocket as he did.

With a deep sigh I returned to my packing.

As I expected, most of my family were in the Burrow on Sunday, the day before we were due to fly out. I hadn't answered any letters and I turned my mobile phone off and put it in a suitcase so when I walked through the front door I got fussed over straightaway.

My parents hugged and kissed me, my grandparents offered me endless amounts of food and my cousins and aunts and uncles all looked at me wearily.

"No, mum, I'm fine. . .I actually do need to talk to you and dad though." I took her hand and looked her in the eyes.

She gave me a nod and then let me outside, with dad following after the two of us. We walked round the front of the house; I couldn't quite face going round the back way just yet.

"I'm going back to America tomorrow." I told them quietly. I didn't need or want to drag it out and my parents probably preferred being told this way. "Before you say anything, I just. . .I can't be here. What happened here the other day - I haven't slept properly since. I feel sick constantly. I. . .I need to get away."

My mother looked at me sadly but my father just put an arm around my shoulders and gave me a reassuring hug. "You're a woman now, sweetheart. You do what you need to do." he whispered.

"It's also better for my relationship with Scott if we're in America." I added quietly, looking down at the ground.

I heard both my parents sigh deeply and forced myself to look up to gather their reactions. My mother looked unhappy but my father just looked accepting.

"What about your relationship with Scorpius?" Dad asked me quietly.

I gulped and looked back at the house, thinking over my answer carefully.

"Scorpius and I. . ., we're like a drug to each other. The more we get the more we become addicted and, and it's like poison." I spoke carefully, trying not to let the ache in my heart become apparent in my voice. Describing my relationship with Scorpius to myself is heartbreaking but actually voicing it out loud and forcing myself to describe it to my parents is beyond painful. "We're toxic to each other. He's broke my heart and I've destroyed his far too many times for it to be healthy."

My father reached out and took my hand before he pulled me in for another cuddle. "I'm not going to lie to you; I don't approve of your relationship with Scott. After what he did when Riley attacked, he went up in my estimations but. . . he hurt you too much before for me to forgive him."

I pushed myself away and looked up at my dad's face.

"But, if he's making you happy a second time round then I can't complain too much. I just want you to be happy, sweetie." he pushed hair out of my face and smiled sadly.

I looked over at mum and saw her crying silently. Not overly crying, she just had sad tears running down her face.

"When will we see you again?" she asked me in a timid voice that really didn't belong to her at all.

I knew one of them would ask this question and I dreaded answering it because I honestly didn't know the answer.

"I know I said I'd come home for your vow renewal, but I just don't know." I told them honestly. "I'm not making any promises, I just don't know where my head will be at in December." I was honest in saying this; in three months time will I be ready to face England again? Will I be strong enough to resist Scorpius? Will I be mentally prepared to face my history? I thought I was this time but evidently I wasn't.

"I've got to train for the Winter season coming up and then I'll be prepping for training for the World Cup and the tour before that kicks off." I reminded them; I was actually glad that my body would be pushed to its limits over the next year at the least. The winter season runs in America from November to the beginning of January. Then two weeks after that's over I'm planning on training for England for a month before the actual training begins and I'm being sent all over the world to promote the World Cup with the rest of the national team. As I'm promoting I'll be practicing with foreign teams and playing in friendly games all the while. Then assuming that England goes to the finals, I'll be playing a match a week until the middle of August. If England wins the World Cup there's a two month tour around the world, stopping in the major countries, celebrating winning the tournament. Adding in that as soon as I get back to New York tomorrow I intend on returning to the Lions' grounds to start training again, I plan to be busy for a year non-stop.

And with England's stadium not being anywhere near finished, the question of which country would host the World Cup was under fire too.

"We love you Lily, we love you so, so much." Mum murmured, running her own hand through my hair. "If this is what it takes for you to be happy. . .then so be it." she sighed and pressed her lips against my forehead.

"I love you guys too."

My parents promised to let my grandparents, aunts and uncles know. They in turn would no doubt tell their own children; Roxanne had went to France to join her father on an urgent business meeting so I promised my parents I'd ring her and tell her that I was leaving again. I also decided to tell Dominique and my brothers personally. Along with Scorpius.

Teddy and James were understanding of why I had to leave and wished me the best and told me to make sure I stay in touch with them if I didn't come home for Christmas and the vow renewal. I promised I would and promised them tickets to any World Cup match they liked.

Albus was a little upset that it was likely I wouldn't be around for the birth of his and Bex's baby. Bex told me her twin brother was wanting to stay in contact with her so she'd be visiting America and the team very soon and she promised me she'd bring Albus with her.

Feeling thoroughly exhausted after saying a lot of emotional goodbyes within the space of eight hours - with the worst being my oldest nieces who cried and asked why I was leaving again, I apparated into the Ministry feeling slightly apprehensive about telling Dominique and Scorpius I was leaving the country, not knowing of when I'd be back.

I knew Dominique and Scorpius would both most likely be in the Hub so I headed straight there and let myself in and climbed up to the balcony where uncle Ron was standing with a man I've never met any more.

"Hey Lily, come to say goodbye to your favourite uncle?" he teased me when I went to stand by him.

I smiled and hugged him tightly. "Charlie is in Romania." I teased him back.

He clicked his fingers and shook his head.

"Darren, this is Lily. Lily this is Darren." uncle Ron introduced me to the man I hadn't met before. "Darren is the trainer for the Academy students. Lily is the bosses daughter, my niece." he introduced us again when we both looked at each other and smiled politely.

"Oh, nice to meet you, Lily." Darren laughed, bowed and held his hand out for me to shake.

"Nice to meet you too. My daddy's employees normally bow." I laughed and shook his hand.

"Dominique and Scorpius will be finished in about twenty minutes." uncle Ron told me.

I looked over the balcony and saw Scorpius standing on the side lines of the main muggle boxing ring, explaining something to the students who were all watching intently.

"Is, wait - that's Louis!" I gasped and looked into the ring where Dominique and Louis were practically kicking crap out of each other.

Uncle Ron laughed and leaned on the balcony. "Yup, he's just like his sister."

I watched and winced as Dominique pinned Louis to the floor and started punching him hard. It didn't take long for Louis to push her off of him and reverse their positions though.

"They are wearing guards, aren't they?"

"Of course. The students aren't insured just yet; once they're graduated then they won't wear guards."

I looked over at Darren who would look up from a clipboard and then over to the students as he spoke.

I don't even know if he's joking or not.

It didn't take long for whatever Scorpius was explaining to be over with though and when Ron gave me the nod I left the balcony and went into the Hub itself, side-stepping teenagers who looked wary at just how intimidating the pretty little blonde Auror could be.

"Mate, did you see her right-hook? I thought she was gonna be the speaker and Malfoy would be the fighter!"

"I can't believe we just saw Dominique Weasley fight first-hand!"

"Wow, somebody has a fan club." I called out to Dominique and Scorpius, announcing my presence as I climbed into the ring. I pointed over my shoulder where two girls were obviously checking the two of them out.

"You have a tracking seminar with Auror Potter in two minutes!" Scorpius called over to the two girls.

"Seriously, Selena won't let you in if you're late." Dominique told the two of them.

The three of us watched as the two girls hurried out of the Hub, running after the rest of their group.

Dominique returned to taking her guards off and flexing and stretching her arms and legs out while Scorpius put some gear back in their bags in the ring.

"Um. . .I need to talk to you." I moved to sit on the middle rope.

"Sure, I'll give you guys some privacy." Dominique offered.

"No, I mean, I need to talk to both of you and since your both here I might as well talk to you together." I bit my lip and watched as the two exchanged wary glances.

I looked over the two of them before I spoke; Dominique looked. . .like she normally looked. She was curiously scowling at me, obviously wondering what I was going to say to them. Scorpius looked stressed; his brow was furrowed furiously. He had a permanent scowl on his face and his eyes looked tired.

If I didn't have these tablets of Scott's there is no doubt that is how I'd most likely look.

"I'm leaving."

I watched as Dominique's eyes widened and she let out a noise halfway between a groan and a growl. I watched as Scorpius visibly tensed and his grip tightened on the boxing glove he was holding in his hand.

"I'm going to America tomorrow and I probably won't be back for over a year. I don't know if I can make it back for the vow renewal or even Christmas Day -"

"Why?" Dominique cut me off and asked me harshly.

"Because I've got to focus on training. I've. . ., I've got to focus on my relationship -"

"Bullshit!" Scorpius forcefully threw the boxing glove to the ground, making it bounce back up and down again. "You weren't focusing on your relationship when we were fucking behind his back last week!" Scorpius hissed.

"Scorpius I -"

"What? You what? You love me? You hate me? Tell me Lily, tell me what you feel this week!"

Dominique moved to stand in the corner of the ring, giving us as much privacy as I'd allow.

"I do love you. It's because I love you that I'm leaving!" I yelled back at him; I could feel a pounding headache coming on and I was grateful that I had a couple of Scott's tablets left in the packet in my handbag on my arm.

"How is that even possible?" Scorpius retorted with a disdainful scoff.

"Because I don't want to hurt you." I told him softly. "Go have a future with Jessica. Move her in, marry her, have children with her - just move on."

For a brief second I thought Scorpius would concede and accept it - but then of course I knew better.

"You can keep telling yourself as many lies as you like." Scorpius told me in a low growl. "But I know the truth. I know that you're too selfish to stay. You're this big hot-shot player in America and you don't want to stay here because of that. Go on and be famous in America; go on and fuck a guy who puts his dick anywhere he wants while your attention isn't on him. Do what you like because I am done." Scorpius shook his head, shot me a dark, filthy glare and then climbed out of the ring.

He didn't look back as he stormed out of the Hub.

Dominique took me back to her flat; I used her landline to call Scott to tell him I'd meet him at the flat tomorrow morning and that I'd stay at Dominique's tonight. One last night with her before I moved to America again.

"Lily, can I ask you a question?" Dominique asked me when the two of us were laying in her bed. We were laying face to face, I had my back to her window and the moon was shining through, reflecting her beautiful face very clearly.

"Anything."

"And you promise not to hate me because of it?" Dominique whispered; taking her hand out of the covers to push a strand of hair behind my ear. She kept her fingers on my face and I felt her index finger go from freckle to freckle on my cheek, making me smile because it reminded me of when she would do it when we were kids.

"I could never hate you."

Dominique licked her lips and sighed deeply before she asked me her question.

"Has Scott ever physically hurt you?" she asked me seriously.

I reached up with my own hand and put it on top of hers which was still on my cheek. I took several deep, shaky breaths before I answered her and I had to consider and reconsider my answer before I was certain of it.

"Yes."

I felt Dominique's hand tense on my cheek and I saw anger flash in her eyes. Her pale cheeks flushed with rage and I knew she was contemplating going to the flat and murdering him right now.

"Then why are you with him?"

"Because he loves me and. . . I know I could love him if we weren't around so much of my history." I sighed. "He's only done it the once - no, twice. The first time though, I hurt him and he was holding on to my arms too tight. I don't think he realised." I told her honestly; the first time was when I walked in on him with those two model whores and he gripped my arms. The second time was when he gripped my hair and hurt my neck. I honestly believe the first time was an accident. . .and looking back I can see how he was upset because I spent the entire day with my ex-husband.

"Lily, you never ever make excuses for him hurting you." Dominique told me gently. "The guy is dangerous and it frightens me, Lil. It really scares me that you're so calm about him hurting you twice."

I moved her hand away from my face and pressed the palm of her hand against my lips. "Dom, I know you're scared and worry for me but there's really no need. I'm not one of those women who don't have the courage to leave. I promise you. The next time he hurts me - I'm gone." I assured her.

Dominique just looked at me for a full minute before she took my hand again and laid them down in the small space in front of us.

"That guy is a wrong 'un. I can feel it in my metaphorical balls." Dominique told me with a small smile on her face.

I laughed lightly and closed my eyes.

"You know, if we weren't cousins and your metaphorical balls weren't metaphorical, I'd totally want to be your girlfriend."

After the most emotional goodbye to Dominique, I apparated over to Scott's flat, had a quick shower and changed my clothes and then allowed Taylor to escort me down to one of his large, heavy duty, well armoured cars with Scott and Chloe - who decided to come back to America with us.

We all traveled in silence and it was only when we were about to board the private plane that Scott looked at me and asked me if I was certain that leaving England was what I wanted.

"Yeah," I told him seriously. "This is what I want."

A/N 2 - So yeah, a very short chapter.

The 'I can feel it in my metaphorical balls' line is dedicated to jadeesunshine who said it to me. Go check out her story!

I AM NOT CONDONING OR PROMOTING DOMESTIC VIOLENCE AT ALL!

I know I said it a few chapters back, but I really should start preparing for univeristy. I start in a week and I haven't even read a single one of my course books. If you don't hear from me for a while then it's because I'm being a good student. If you do. . .then I'm a bad student.