Hello again! It's Saturday night (well, at least it is over here) and I already managed to write and translate this chapter in one day, right after doing some very disturbing non-sense making translations for homework! (Author is obviously very proud of herself)
TriGemini: Well, Angelina didn't sign the divorce papers: (taken from chapter 11) 'She reached her hand out to take the envelope but just before her fingertips could touch the brown paper she pulled her hand back. Angelina shook her head silently and turned away from the envelope.' But maybe she will in the future…
Samantha Cameron: Well, I've always imagined Angelina to be a rather independent kind of girl, so she could definitely leave Alicia and George…
Tiarwen: Glad you like it!
Hogwartsstollaway: This review has to be longer than the chapter itself has been! I don't really know what to respond to it.
Oh, by the way, my birthday is on Wednesday, and reviews are right on top of my wishlist…
Chapter 13
When you're loosing direction
Baby you can depend on me
For a little love and affection
You can depend on me
If ya fell brokenhearted and you just can't get started
You can depend on me
Ya know it's never easy and when you're fellin' blue
There'll be times you feel so empty
Ya sometimes I feel it too
Like sister to brother – father to mother
We live for each other – we're lover to lover
As deep as an ocean – filled with emotion
I'm forever open – can't you see
Baby you can depend on me
Depend on me – depend on me
For someone to rely on and a shoulder to cry on
You can depend on me
If you're in need of some kindness
And you can't seem to find it
You can depend on me
Well there ain't no need to worry you know we'll get along
Those dark clouds may surround you
But together we'll be strong
Like sister to brother – father to mother
We live for each other – we're lover to lover
As deep as an ocean – filled with emotion
I'm forever open – can't you see
Baby you can depend on me
Depend on me – depend on me
Your love is a guiding light
I've been watchin' it shine – shine on baby
When hard times are all around
And there's miles and miles of dirty road – depend on me
There's no need to carry that heavy road – depend on me
When hope is gone and all is lost
Just reach out – take my hand
I'll be there – I'll be your man
Depend on me
Depend on me – Bryan Adams
She made her way past the castle and towards the Quidditch pitch. She could already see him standing there, his back to her, screaming instructions at the flying students. His black robe fluttered in the wind.
Montague raised his eyebrows when he heard a wolf-whistle coming from above him. He turned around to see what had distracted the seventh year from the Quidditch practise and was surprised to see her here. She smiled shyly when she continued to walk towards him not stopping until she was right in front of him.
Montague could tell the whole Slytherin Quidditch team was watching them. So he yelled to one of them to give him the Quaffle and to fly some rounds above the pitch. Obviously irritated did the team as it was told.
"So?" Montague turned back to Angelina.
"I need a lawyer." She said silently, her eyes begging.
"And why did you come to me then?" Angelina sighed.
"Come on Montague. You've been a lawyer…"
"For nothing more than two years." He interrupted her.
"Please. If I'd go to somebody else I'd have to tell them what happened in the past years. What he did to me. I want this divorce as fast as possible. He has destroyed enough of me already. Ethan, please, you gave me my dignity back, now don't take it away from me again." She pleaded.
He stared back at her for some more minutes, noticing that there was something in her eyes that reminded him strongly of what her eyes had looked like before every Quidditch match back in school. Fire. The will to win. To survive. In her eyes he could see a small spark of that old fire. Of that old and almost forgotten will to win and survive.
In front of him was no longer the woman standing, that was willing to die to get away from her husband, but one that wanted to fight.
Finally he looked away and cursed silently under his breath. He'd have to do some explanation to his family for this.
"Okay. I'll do it." he agreed at last. Angelina smiled and couldn't help but hug him.
"Thank you." She whispered before she released him and turned to go. She suddenly stopped and turned back. But it hadn't been the gasp from one of the Slytherins that had made her turn. It had been the well known sound of a Quaffle flying towards her. She lifted her hands before her chest and caught the red ball easily.
She looked down at the Quaffle in her hands and then back to Montague, the question visible on her face.
"Glad you're back Johnson." He called to her and Angelina couldn't help but smile.
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"Albus, come in, take a seat. What leads you to the Ministry?" Arthur arose when the old man entered his office.
"Has Molly told you that I've been talking to her yesterday?" Albus asked once he was seated in a chair in front of Arthur's desk. Arthur shook his head as an answer to the question.
"No, she hasn't told me. She seemed a bit angry yesterday evening, she didn't speak much at all." He thought out aloud and then shrugged. Albus sighed and nodded slowly.
"But what was it you wanted to talk to me about?"
"Well, have you heard of Felicitas Malfoy and Sean Everdeen being kidnapped?" Albus started. Arthur first nodded and then shook his head confused.
"I don't see what this has to do with me."
"I have reason to believe that Ginny is the one who kidnapped the two of them, and maybe also the little girl that has disappeared in Kent." Albus stopped and waited how Arthur would react to this.
"But Ginny would have no reason to do this. And she is in the burrow all day long." Arthur said, shaking his head slowly.
"Are you sure that she is in the burrow 24 hours a day?" Albus asked softly.
"That Molly is not letting her go outside when you aren't at home?" Arthur looked at Albus with wide eyes.
"She wouldn't. She knows that it was the condition on which you allowed Ginny to stay out of Azkaban. She wouldn't risk it." But he noticed that he wasn't even convincing himself. Molly was blind in her love for their only girl. It had driven Fred away from them already. But would she risk the death of three innocent children?
Arthur ran a hand through his hair.
"She would." He answered himself silently.
"She thinks that Ginny has been tricked all those years ago. That she was innocent." He sighed and looked back up at Albus.
The old man saw the hurt and fear in Arthur's eyes.
"We have to find out for sure whether or not Ginny is holding the children captive somewhere." Albus told him and looked intently at the man in front of him. Arthur nodded slowly without answering.
"Arthur?"
"What will happen to her if she is indeed guilty?" He flinched, cursing himself for already thinking that his daughter was guilty, or maybe he did it because he hadn't noticed earlier that she was a danger.
"That depends. She would be brought to trial and then the judge would have to decide. Maybe she would be put in the Ambrosius Wing of St. Mungo's." Arthur swallowed. The Ambrosius Wing was the place where criminals were held which were not in their right mind. But he knew it could be worse.
"Azkaban? The Dementor's kiss?" Albus nodded slowly.
"Yes, that would also be a possibility." Arthur looked down on his desk and put his head in his hands.
"How do you want to find out if she's holding the children captive?" He asked through his hands.
"We would use a transmitter on her. But we would need someone who is going to put it on her." Arthur let his hands fall on the desk and took a deep breath. His eyes were closed but finally he opened them and nodded slowly.
"I'll do it." he whispered and turned his head away.
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"Mya?" Draco brought his arms around his wife's waist and pulled her close to him. They were standing at the window, looking out into the night. Hermione was often standing at the window, as though she was waiting for their daughter to appear in their garden and come running towards them.
"We will find her. We're so close now. And no one will ever take her away from us again." He kissed the top of her hair and turned her around in his arms.
"I love you." Hermione whispered and leaned in to kiss Draco while tears were running down her cheeks. Draco kissed her tears away gently and held her close to him.
"Let's go to bed, darling." He whispered and pulled her along with him as he made his way back to their bed. Nathaniel was still sleeping in their bed every night, feeling only save when he was laying in the middle of his parents. But tonight Draco laid down next to Hermione.
Hermione put her arms around her son and Nathaniel snuggled closer to her, sighing contently in his sleep. Draco brought his arm around Hermione's waist and thus kept both, his wife and his son close to him. He kissed Hermione's shoulder and closed his eyes. Right now, he was just waiting for the day that their daughter was brought back to them. Then, everything would be alright again.
