Hey! I'm back again! Aren't you proud of me? But I have to warn you. I've the flu so if this chap is totally shitty blame it on that, okay?
The great and masterful Yoda: Yes, poor, poor Angelina. And mean, mean Ginny!
Who ever had the idea of writing something like this... oh, right,
that was me...
TriGemini: Well, Ginny took her because she thinks she deserves to have a child
since her own child had been killed by the good guys (at least that is what she thinks). So she searched for a child in the right age, which would also look a bit like her and of course is a witch or wizard.
SaTiNk06: Yes Ginny is mean. But you know what? I rather like her that way.
Better than when she is the 'I know already everything about boys and
have to explain it all to Hermione who has no clue'-Ginny.
Blackfly: Thank you. I'm glad this isn't too confusing.
Alexian-goddess: Thank you!!! And here is the update!
Stacey: I totally agree with you Ginny is a bitch. And just so you all remember just
what a bitch she is, remember all she did in "Skin on Skin" or what
she did to Fred's wife... oh and about football: NOOOOOOOOO!!!! I
can't believe it! But now I cross my fingers for Sweden and Denmark.
Kick these Cheeseeaters (Netherlands) and Czechs out of the
tournament! And then just wait until 2006 when we play in
Germany!!! (They should at least win in their own land!!!)
Eminem-Chick2: Oh, I think Ginny is rather nice to the girl. If I think what I read
every day in newspapers or see in the news. And when I think of
people like this Dutroux...
masterofdisguise: Ah, and believe me, I'm also happy every time I update
(especially if there aren't some months in between....) I hope I'll be
able to make this story as good as you all think it will be!
Cooldude9876: Yep, the cacao was a forgetting portion.
Calm Serene: QUESTION TIME!!! (Ah, I just love it!) James is Angelina's Husband. You'll find out more about that in this chapter down here. Also down there. okay, that was a short Question time. Well, then...AH, Chocolate! Thank you!!!
Prue,Piper,Phoebe: Thank you! I'm glad you like it!
The past is now another land
Far beyond my reach
Invaded by insidious
Foreign bodies, foreign speech
Where timeless joys of childhood
Lie broken on the beachThe present is an empty space
Between the good and bad
A moment leading nowhere
Too pointless to be sad
But time enough to lay to waste
Every certainty I had
The future is a barren world
From which I can't return
Both heartless and material
Its wretched spoils not my concern
Shining like an evil sun
As my childhood treasures burn
Shining like an evil sun
As my childhood treasures burn
The past is now another land – Aida-The Musical
Hermione entered the living room to find Draco playing around with Felicitas and Nathaniel. She leaned against the doorframe and smiled at the picture in front of her. Draco was laying on his back on the floor while their children were tickling him. 'I don't know what I'd do if I would lose one of them.' Hermione thought silently and smiled at Draco who had noticed her and was now sending a pleading glance in her direction. But Hermione watched on for some more minutes before she decided to free her husband.
"Fee, Nat, let your father live." Hermione smiled at the twins. They looked up at her mother and grinned from ear to ear. Felicitas ran to her mother and hugged her tight when Hermione kneed down in front of her daughter. The girl turned around and looked then smiling at her father.
"But we won, right?" she asked. Hermione stroke over her daughters hair. Most of her dark waves had fallen out of the ponytail Thora had bound Felicitas' hair into earlier the day due to the 'fight' she had just won.
"Yes, this time you won. But next time I won't be so easily defeated." Draco answered and caught his son around the waist. Nathaniel squealed as soon as he fell back against his father's chest and started to laugh when Draco tickled him lightly.
Just in this moment Sean walked into the living room and said that Narcissa had just sent an owl that she would come to dinner. Nathaniel and Felicitas were obviously happy to hear that. Their grandmother had gone to France for holiday and to visit an old friend of her three weeks ago.
"Mummy, do you think Thora will make chocolate cookies for Grandma?" Felicitas asked while trying to act as though it was of no real interest to her. Hermione hid a smile and looked at Sean.
"What do you think, Sean?" Sean smiled at the little girl and offered the twins to go to the kitchen with them and look, whether or not Thora would make some cookies.
Nathaniel and Felicitas followed the old man and left their parents alone in the living room. Draco arose from the floor and walked over to his wife. He put his arms around her waist and pulled her close to him.
"I love you!" he whispered against her cheek before he kissed her gently on the lips. Hermione smiled at him and brought her arms around his neck.
"So, do you think we can convince your mother to stay a few days with us? I'm sure Nat and Fee would be more than happy to spend some time with their grandmother..." Draco understood immediately where her thoughts were leading.
"Mhm... and I'd be more than happy to spend some long, lonely hours with you..."
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Angelina bit her lip when she sat down at the table that evening. Every part of her body was aching. Her inside just as much as her outside. Since her marriage about 7 years ago she could say exactly how many bones or muscles one person had inside his/her body. Or at least she felt like she could tell. One night. One single night had destroyed her life. One night were she had gone drinking in a bar while her friends were away celebrating the opening of Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes without her. She had already drunken a lot when James had sat down next to her. They hadn't talked for a long time before they had gone to a room in a nearby hotel and had sex. There was no other way to say it. There hadn't been any feelings involved. It was just plain sex.
They hadn't seen each other again afterwards. Not that they had intended to. But four months later Angelina had found out that she was pregnant. She had been a wreck when she told her parents, but she knew there hadn't been a way around it. They would have found out anyway. Her father had been furious. He was a very strict man, and even the thought of his daughter having premarital sex had already been a lot for him to handle, but that she was also pregnant... it hadn't been long afterwards until she was married off to James Winterborn, an former death eater as Angelina would find out during their marriage.
Having a wife and a children wasn't at all what James had planned to have at the age of 25. And he let Angelina feel it. They got married when Angelina had been in sixth month and no day longer did their unborn child live. A fall down the long winded stairs in the house had brought the young woman of nineteen into St. Mungo's where they had been able to rescue the mother, but not the child. In the following years Angelina had had two more miscarriages. Some people called her unlucky for loosing her children, but others, like the doctors which were to take the dead children out of her body and which saw the wounds on the mother's body called her unlucky for being in such a marriage. Alicia Weasley had not been the only doctor who had tried to get her to leave her husband but Angelina would just not listen.
And what was she to tell? That she had tried already more than once? That the last time she had tried, while pregnant with her third child she had ended in hospital and had stayed there for almost a month due to her injuries? That her body ached like hell because of the beatings and rapes she experienced when she had again tried to flee? No, she couldn't say that. And so she stayed silent.
Her father didn't take further notice of her. In the beginning, Angelina had been able to get James to let her visit her parents once a week. But she only visited them four times. Each time she would find her mother alone. Her mother would then tell her some reason or another why her father hadn't been able to be there and the last time she visited her mother hugged her tightly and told her how much she loved Angelina and that she should never forget this. Angelina was confused but the next day she received an owl from her father, telling her that he didn't want her to ever enter her house.
She had crying for hours after this letter only to be beaten up by James for her red eyes and nose when he was expecting guests that evening. He broke her wand then and treated her like a prisoner. All that Angelina was waiting for now was her death. She knew that she would die one day by his hands. It was only a question of time now...
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Fred placed the book on the nightstand beside Aishleen's bed and kissed his daughter's forehead. With a flick of his wand the candle was blown out and Fred left Aishleen's bedroom. He went into the living room and sat down on the couch. He ran his hand through his short red hair and sighed. He wondered – not for the first time – if he was as good a father as he wanted to be. Was he enough for Aishleen? Would he be able to always help her like he wanted? Most of all he feared the time when Aishleen would reach puberty. Of course he could always go to Hermione or Katrina or Alicia. But that just wasn't the same as having her mother taking care of Aishleen.
"Accio Album" the photo album flew right into his hands. Fred opened it from behind. There at the end was the last picture that had been taken of Elizabeth together with Aishleen. It had been taken only a few days before she had died. He looked down at the smiling woman and sighed before he turned the pages. Going back their short time of being married, of having Aishleen and of their time together before they had married. Turning more pages in the photo album he made his way slowly back into his time at Hogwarts. And there, he stopped. He was looking down at a picture of his fifth year. Of the end of his fifth year. When they had won the Quidditch cup.
But he was only looking at one person in that picture. At one person he had thought was a friend. Or maybe more? He had banned all thoughts off Angelina from his mind a long time ago. At the same day that she had left her friends. And he had found confirmation when he had read about her wedding a few months later.
Fred closed the photo album abruptly. Thinking about the past wasn't helping him at all. No matter about what or whom he was thinking. After a few more minutes which he spent standing in front of the window and looking out onto the streets he decided to finally go to bed.
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Maitagorry was sitting on a white chair in front of a beautiful white table. All over the table were little bottles with perfume, shampoo or creams and small boxes with hairclips, bows and other such things in all thinkable colours. Different sorts of brushes and combs laying on the desk. Necklaces, bracelets and rings. Everything that Maitagorry had always wished she could possess. Everything that she thought a princess would have. And all of this now belonged her. But since when? She knew that there was something missing. There in one corner of her mind and her heart did she know that there was something she'd forgotten. But when she talked to her mother about this did she always tell her that this wasn't the case. So Maitagorry didn't think about it most of the time.
She stared at her reflection in the mirror which was connected to the white desk, a make-up table as her mother had explained her. She was looking at her reddish blonde hair when her mother brushed it and put some clips that looked like little butterflies in it. She saw her pale, freckled face looked a bit like that of her mother, but not that much. She looked into her own pale blue eyes that weren't at all like her mother's whose eyes were a odd blue green colour. And in the end she looked at the beautiful white dress with the pale cherry coloured bow around her waist.
When her hair was done, her mother stroke her over her hair and put the hairbrush on the table.
"Mummy, can we play something?" Maitagorry asked when her mother was about to leave the room. Her mother answered her that she would love to spend time with her, but that she had something to do. Maitagorry sighed. It was so boring. If she had someone to play with... her mother seemed to understand what she was thinking because she smiled at her and told her
"I promise I will get you someone to play with okay?" And suddenly there was an odd sparkle in her eyes.
"And I think I already know whom it will be." And with that she left the room and Maitagorry went over to her bed where a tall doll was sitting that looked a bit like herself.
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"Oh yes, I know whom I will take. Just you wait, you will soon know how it feels to have your child taken away from you!" and with that happy thought in mind she made her way to the dungeon of the house to prepare everything. And she laughed when she thought about what was to come. Oh and how she laughed...
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Felicitas sat upright in her bed. Her heart was racing. She was sweating. She was afraid. It felt as though something would happen. But what? And when?
