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A/N: Thank you, reviewers.You're all lovely.
About Ro's name, I have found several different meanings for it. I'm not sure which languge it was that meant "red haired" instead of "white haired", but I assure you it's out there.


"You're up."
"I have been for awhile."
"You didn't say anything."
"I was thinking."
"About?"
"How obvious it should have been."
"What should have been obvious?"
"You. Only I could leave the wizarding world to end up married to a man who did the same thing. It should have been obvious to me, just by looking at my name. Rowena. As in Rowena Ravenclaw, your house. Am I right, Connor?"

That's right, my ex husband showed up. Quite a twist in the plot, seeing as I was trying not to let him know that he even had kids. I wanted to get away from him, but where would I go right then?

"When are you coming back?" he asked, and I sat up, thinking.
"Coming back?" I choked on the words. It had never occured to me to go back to him.
"Well, yeah. To raise our daughters. I never thought I'd have kids, but I guess I'm kinda glad. You know, I might have acted as if I had never seen you before when we first met, but I recognized you right away. I was in the same year as your brothers, Fred and George, and had seen the way they looked after you. I was in Ravenclaw, older, quieter. A bad boy of the house. And you were the princess of Gryffindor. So brave, honest, beautiful. I would have done anything to be like you, and then the war happened. Even though I had barely any contact with the wizarding world, I heard about what you did. I didn't believe for a second that you had just confessed everything, that you were weak like they said. I knew they must have done something. I never asked you about it, I knew you wanted to forget, which is why I was so mad when I figured out you were here. The people from your work told me you had a trial to attend, the wizarding newspapers are having a field day trying to get in here and get the scoop. I put two and two together to find you. I care about you that much, so come back to me." his voice was silky. Smoothe. The way it was whenever he wanted something. And when he used that voice on me, he usually got it. His words were working on me, the way he told me how much he loved me.

The way he looked so innocent, sitting next to my bed, the girls in their beds next to him, but then Baby #2 made a noise, and I looked at her. I looked back at him, and he was making a face. A face of disgust. He looked angry and disgusted at an infant, his infant. He was actually angry at her for making a noise. A little baby like gurgle, adorable, and angering. It's a good thing he did that, otherwise, his words might have worked. It was that look that reminded me of ignored bruises, and words that I pretended didn't mean anything to me when in fact I would hide in the bathroom and cry. I knew better than to flat out tell him no, I had to find a way to work around that.

"I just need to think, I'll go shower, you can get Mum to watch the girls." I decided that it would be best not to leave him alone with my girls. I slowly worked my way across the room, shuffling since my crotch was yet to recover, labor hurts even when it's over. Despite the fact that the room was relatively small, it took me forever to cross it to get to the bathroom. Connor watched me the whole way, never offering to help. I tried to take an extra long shower, but it was nearly impossible. I kept thinking about the girls, wondering if Connor had gotten Sky to watch them or not. Fresh, clean, small clothes were waiting right outside the shower. For the first time in too long, I fit into normal pants! No elastic bands! Weeeee! But even pants could not bring me into happy mode. I shuffled back out of the bathroom, and to my relief, Sky was the one with the girls. SHe gave me a weak smile, which I didn't bother to try and return.
"He went to the bar. The one by the lobby." she told me. I instantly knew who she was talking about. Connor's a new father and what does he do? Goes to get shit faced drunk. I winced at the thought. Sky passed me Baby #1, took Baby #2, and very patiently walked with me out of the hospital room. We slowly made our way down an extra long hall, or at least one that felt that way, and made my way into the lobby. It returned to it's normal hustle, taking very little interest in me. "How are you feeling, Miss Riggs?" it was Dumbledore, he was the only man who would call me Miss still.
"Okay, I guess." I would have shrugged, but there was a baby in my arms.
"In case you were wondering, the eldest Malfoy will be spending life in Azkaban." he didn't show any emotion when he told me, and I didn't really react either. So the man tried to kill me and failed. He pretty much ruined my life, took away my identity, and ruined the life of the Weasleys. Didn't mean a thing to me. He could have gotten away with everything and was now going to be living in my basement, I would have had the same reaction. I priortized my life, the past was no longer such an issue. Please ignore the fact that I am telling you my past.