A/N: Nope, still don't own HP. Unless...no, that wouldn't work.
My love, again, to everyone who reviewed! I'm getting more reviews for this story than ever before. Better writing, or just better title? Don't tell me, you're all just realizing my genius. Pffft.


I spent two days in the Wellington house before I heard anything from the shelter. And then Connor came knocking at my door. Instantly Jack was questioning him, wanting to know what someone like him was doing with me. Bell rolled her eyes, telling me that I had better get used to this behavior from all of them. I left with Connor against Jack's wishes, he, Bell and I were the only one's home. I went with him and he took me on a date. It was...different. Interesting. A lot diferent than what I had experienced at Hogwarts. Instead of walking me around Hogwarts he took me to a coffee shop. I tried my best not to look astonished at all the muggle things, but I did show a few times. He enjoyed my innocence at everything. The way I was so naive about everything he told me. I was putty in his hands.

After a year I was totally adjusted to the Wellington house. The way everyone but Vic had their own place, but would still come by constantly. I heard stories about each one, about how they were adopted. Soon I was adopted. I was an official Wellington. It was more of a ceremonial thing than legal, since I was a legal adult and all, but it still was a huge moment. That was the first time I saw Keefer cry. Despite the fact that he's well over six feet tall and built like a wall, he's a big softie. Sky, on the other hand, stayed together, didn't break down once. I was also a huge source for entertainment, all my brothers and my sister, a weird thing to say, sister, were intrigued by my stories of magic. Still, no matter how much they begged, I never did any magic, even though I had my wand still. And I was careful never to mention my family. They respected that completely and I loved them for it. After that year with them another huge thing happened, Connor proposed. It wasn't all lovey dovey like I had dreamed of when I was a little girl. It was more...practical. "We should get married." Connor insructed one day after a late date.
"Okay." was my response. Then he kissed me goodnight and I went home. I told everyone the next day. Jack was the only one who didn't act all happy. A month later I was Rowena Ann Wellington-Riggs. I took his name, kinda. Connor Riggs, and his wife Rowena. Being married was...interesting. The first year it was great. We had a small flat, we both had jobs, I was a waitress at a muggle diner, he worked in the back at a small store. Money was tight, but it didn't matter. As I worked Keefer helped me get a muggle diploma, and I went to school and worked at the same time. That might have been what started the problems. Connor really didn't like me getting a diploma, an education, a good job. I was careful to never put him down in anyway, I never rubbed it in his face how I would be leaving my dead end job and working in medicine. I was working to be a medical assistant. It wasn't magic medicine like I had thought I'd be in, but it was still medicine. He never told me he was proud of me, but he would tell me how pretty I was. That was enough to keep me happy. Once we were married for two years he stopped being so nice. I never left him, I never even threatened to. I would spend a lot of time at Keefer and Sky's, who I started calling Dad and Mum. Connor rarely came along. he was always busy with something. I didn't mind, I enjoyed my time alone with family. They never said anything bad about Connor, they were as supportive as possible, but they never said anything particularly nice about him. I don't think they appreciated him never coming over. I was the only one of their kids to get married, but Bell did have a long term boyfriend she lived with. His name's Peter and he would always visit.

Once Connor and I had been married for four years he started being a little rougher. A slap here and there, but I never left. It was when we hit our four and a half year mark I found out I was pregnant. And scared. And for the most part, alone. I told Mum and Dad before I told Connor. That should have been a sign that I needed to leave, but it wasn't until I hid there for two days, afraid of telling him about our unborn child that Bell walked up to me and asked the question. Not 'boy or girl?' 'what name?' 'how are you feeling?' but a question more important.
"Are you gonna divorce the bastard or am I going to have shove a spoon in your arse?!" I was taken by surprise, but I muttered I would divorce him. I was also instructed not to tell him about the pregnancy. By everyone. And then Rex dragged me to a lawyer. I filed for divorce before I even mentioned it to Connor. Call me a bad wife, but I had become honestly terrified of him. The slaps stung, the lack of affection, and the boredom in his eyes. He didn't really feel anything for me anymore. I wasn't even sure if I had felt anything for him to start with. Rex took me to my flat to tell Connor. He was afraid of me facing him alone. It wasn't fun. I walked into the flat and rousing up as much courage as I could, I looked him in the eye and said:
"I filed for divorce. Sign the papers."
"Bitch." was his response. He stepped towards me as if he was angry, but Rex got between us and handed him the papers. I don't want to think about what he would have done if Rex hadn't been there. But he was, so Connor just signed the papers. He didn't even try and convince me to stay. And then I started packing my stuff, while Connor sat on the couch I paid for and watched me. I made better money than he did at the hospital where I worked then he ever would. I didn't take much, Rex and I couldn't carry much.

The divorce took about two weeks in court. I didn't want anything, so it was mainly paperwork. I never mentioned being pregnant. My lawyer adviced me not to, and I obeyed. Once the divorce was final I moved back in with Mum and Dad. I was then the only kid in the house then, except for Bobby, the big old shephard dog they got. I liked Bobby, we got along fine. Better than Connor and I had for years.