*Flashback*

Sirius followed Ilya to her house, from the club, feeling regret building up in his chest.

Ilya looked beautiful in the moonlight, her dark brown hair shining and her bright brown eyes seemed permanently attached to his face and were filled with trust and promise.

She looked like an exotic goddess dressed in a dragon Hyde mini dress and matching sandals. Her shoulders were bare and Sirius could see the Goosebumps flowing down her arms and on to her hands one of witch was clasped in his.

He'd only made the bet to show he was as good with the ladies as James and Remus, but now it was going too far.

He loved Ilya and didn't want to hurt her.

He just had to try and make her understand before things got too far.

Half an hour later

Sirius looked at Ilya who was asleep at his side, and the regret grew in his chest.

It had gone to far but he just didn't want to face the reality of what had just happened.

Sirius slipped out the bed and grabbed his clothes together, before running out the room to get dressed.

His heart was pounding hard in his chest but he knew it was for the best. He couldn't see her again and he would stick to it even if it killed him

Then he left the house and swore never to tell anyone what had happened. He didn't feel good about it at all.

*End flashback*

Fifteen years later....

Cho rushed through the house to get to her room.

Her mother wasn't home yet though the note on the fridge said there was something important she needed to know.

Cho walked into her room, pulling her school trunk behind her.

She pulled the trunk to the bottom of her bed and then sat on her bed looking at the picture of her and her mother when she was at a party five years ago.

The people in the picture were dancing to unheard music all with happy smiles and special clothes. Cho heard the doors down stairs open and got up from her bed

She heard footsteps and walked down the stairs to find her mother pulling a wade of papers out her briefcase.

Since Ilya was an unspeakable she often had a lot to do.

Ilya Chang had long brown hair and brown eyes which Cho had inherited from her. She was only thirty but already she had lot going for her in the world even if she was a single mother.

She was very fit and slim and at the moment dressed in a pinstriped suit and matching robes.

"You wanted to talk to me mum?" asked Cho walking cautiously into the room, in case Ilya snapped.

Ilya stopped what she was doing at the sound of her daughters voice and fought the tears in her eyes.

"Mum?" asked Cho.

"Yes Cho. I have something important to tell you." whispered Ilya turning to her daughter.

Ilya lead her daughter to the dining table and Cho could tell it must be serious since they never used the dining table except in important matters.