A.N./ Just to remind the American readers, that it is only America that has twenty-one years as your drinking age. Other countries are eighteen, as England and Europe. Also, Adora vision from the last chapter on said that "They" die at the final battle, it never specified any special person.


Chapter 8

Ginny and Harry's Wedding began to kick off to a full swing and everything was almost done, but everyone in the Potter Clan noticed something that was very obvious. Bridget was falling, further and further down. It had been obvious that Bridget had been raped but she wouldn't admit it and she wouldn't say any names. If she ever did come forward and say a name there was always Vertiserum that could be used to see if this guy had actually raped her or not. Bridget began to burry herself into her school work, she avoided the mirror, and when she walked she looked down at her feet.

The only four males that Bridget would make eye contact with were: Harry, Ron, Colin, and Professor Dumbledore. Only because Harry was family, Ron was practically family, Colin was her other best friend, and Professor Dumbledore was like another grandfather for her.

Adora as Head Girl, and physically the 'eyes' for the Order was busy, busy, busy! The months kept flying by her and before she knew what was going on she was woke up by her nephew.

"Harry!" She grumbled pulling her blankets over her head, "It's Saturday. No school and no Order business today, and so I'm sleeping in for once! Leave me alone!"

"Ginny, Bridget, Susan, Arabella, Breeanna, and Roselyn are waiting for you in the Common room."

"What!" She asked sitting up and looking around confused, "Why? When? Where? How?"

"Huh!"

"Why are they here Harry?"

"Duh," Harry laughed. "You girls are going to pick out your dresses, shoes, and accessories for the wedding."

"No," she gasped. "Not this weekend!"

"Yes it's this weekend. You know, Hogsmede weekend." Harry chuckled, "Come one and get out of bed you lazy bum. It'll tell the girls that you'll be down in thirty minutes."

"Okay," she said lugging out of bed and hitting the shower.

Forty-five minutes later, the girls were headed to Hogsmede dress shop. Madam Justine's dress boutique. After five hours of shopping, and lunch; everything was finally in order.

Ginny's was an off the shoulder gown, that had a tight bodice and flowed out to a Cinderella dress that reached down to her ankles. Ginny had a tiara that would hold her traditional veil, clear shoes, and she'd be wearing her mother's pearls.

The bridesmaids which would be Susan and Adora, were wearing green silky gowns. That had a small v-cut, spaghetti strapped, reaching their ankles, and with granny buttons down the back.

As Bridget was the Maid-of-Honor, her dress was a bit different. It was the same green color but there was a bit of difference. The dress was spaghetti strapped, gathered top, granny buttons, it went down to Bridget's ankles, and it had a small train on the back.

Breeanna and Roselyn would be the flower girls, but they'd be a little white whicker wagon. The babies would be in baby doll green dresses. White whicker baskets and would throw out white and red rose petals.

Arabella got a dress that was very much like the bridesmaid dresses and she got a white shawl to go over her, except her gown was a bit slimmer fitting.

Finally, once everything was paid for the girls decided to go to The Three Broomsticks for some butterbeer…that was of course after they'd shrunk all their packages down and put them in their pockets.

Ginny fell back onto her bed and sighed, that was of course after she'd put all her Wedding things into her wardrobe. Ginny was smiling from ear to ear, when roommate Chelsea Rider came in.

"Smiling Ginny? I'm guessing that your wedding plans are finally done."

Ginny sat up and smiled at Chelsea, "Almost."

Chelsea's eyes bugged out, "Are you serious! You're still not done?"

"Just one more thing."

"What's that?"

"Waiting to get Harry's ring back."

"Ring?"

"I had to get him a Wedding Band, and their putting the last minute touches I wanted in it. Should be in in a few days."

"So…" Chelsea smiled, "I got my invitation the other day, I've just forgot to tell you yet."

"I'm glad, you're coming right?"

Chelsea nodded, "Come one Ginny! Of course I'm coming!"

"So what are you wearing and who's going to be your date."

Chelsea sat beside Ginny, "I don't think you should be so worried about me and my date. I think you should be more worried about your Maid-of-Honor."

"Oh Merlin," Ginny sighed. "I know."

"She seems so distant and…I don't know different."

"Tell me about it."

Chelsea looked down at her watch, "I've got to go meet up with Neville Longbottom."

"Bridget's ex?"

Chelsea nodded.

"You're dating him?"

"Nope, he's tutoring me in Herbology. I'm doing so horrible in that class! Bye Ginny!"

A black cat left Hogwarts front castle doors and there was a tall dark and handsome man following the cat. But this hadn't been the first time and he knew for a fact it wouldn't be the last. The man had been following the cat for a week and a half now and it was amazing how he'd gotten in track with this cat's tracks.

The man followed the cat into Hogsmede again for another night out on the town.

The man saw that Hogsmede night life was beginning to start to grow and it wouldn't be too long before you could barely walk down the street. And that was when it happened.

The black cat with hazel eyes ran into an alleyway, like it had done every night, and as the man hid he saw it happen once again. The cat changed into a person before his eyes, the cat was animagi. The black cat with hazel eyes, turned into none other than raven hair girl with hazel eyes with green flecks was, Bridget Potter. This time she was in a different costume.

Bridget was going to the same club once again, Cauldron. This time she was a fairy, but not a magical fairy.

The owner of Cauldron, was in love with Halloween and every night was like a Halloween Masquerade Ball but in a club. Everyone had to dress up in Muggle costumes but they were allowed to have a bit of magical flair in them.

Bridget had a dress that was ripped sleeves, ripped skirt that was mid thigh, that was a champagne color, a champagne colored mask, body glitter everywhere possible. The raven hair was instantly curly when Bridget muttered a spell and touched her hair with her wand. Also her Muggle fairy wings, were tapped and began to flap slowly so she looked like a fairy.

But if Bridget Potter was raised up in the Wizarding World, how did she get Muggle costumes? There was a company that you could order from that was in Diagon Alley and Bridget had about twenty costumes in her closet.

Bridget began to walk out of the alley and towards Cauldron, the man shook his head as he followed the beautiful woman to the hottest club in town. The last week and a half, he'd been in the same costume and he'd been a wall flower to make sure she hadn't noticed him yet. But tonight he'd make his move.

Cauldron, was loud and bumping as usual. Sure it wasn't his scene, but he had to make sure she was okay. She'd been avoiding him like the plague and if this was the only way he could see her, then it would just have to be this way…until she trusted him again.

Bridget felt alive as she walked around in her skimpy Muggle fairy costume that had her magical flair on it. The guys hands rubbed around her as she walked around, sure she still didn't trust guys. But she knew that everyone that came here was just running away from their misery's as did she.

Bridget walked up to the bar, "Vodka tonic." The bartender nodded, as no one was admitted under eighteen…thing was they never asked for her id.

"She popped her little Muggle drug pill into her mouth and downed the Vodka tonic."

The bartender recognized the Muggle drug that was always seen in the club, "You know you want to be careful taking a tonic and that together."

She put the glass down and looked at him stupidly, "I've been doing this for a while." She walked off and began to dance provocatively with the men that were in the club with her."

A good hour of dancing Bridget had hopped from guy to guy, but as soon as they tried to get close to her or try to have a good snog she'd walk off. She wasn't getting close to anyone, she couldn't bare that again. Dancing with guy number six, she closed her eyes as she began to think of how crappy her life had been.

Bridget had fallen for Oliver, fallen for him hard. She had just been so stupid not to hear Oliver's warnings about Neville and now…she opened her eyes and felt a single tear roll down. Thank Merlin for her mask.

"Babe what happened? You're not dancing the same?" The guy asked her but she walked off and finally the drug began to hit in and all she felt was love and having fun fill in her heard.

It was then, that she felt eyes on her. She turned and saw a guy at the bar, dressed up as Zorro. She'd seen him be a wallflower the night before but she just giggled that he wasn't dancing. He started at her and she felt a connection…a connection she couldn't explain.

Bridget went up to the closet guy and began to grind hard with this guy and she looked over to the guy at he bar and he just laughed at her. How dare he laugh at her! She could dance better than half of the girls in the club. Another guy got on the other side of her and then she looked to the other guy to see if he was jealous, like most men would. He just shook his head at her. She was outraged and walked off from the other guys and they began to pull on her arms back and Bridget began to freak out.

Some reason the Zorro character came over and pulled Bridget into his arms and they began to dance very provocatively. Bridget felt warm and comfortable in his arms as they were dancing. She fit perfectly into his arms, "You should go home."

She blinked at him, his voice sounded familiar but she couldn't put her finger on it because the music was so loud.

"Go home?" She asked, "I want a kiss first."

He shook his head, "I don't kiss on the first dance."

"Will you be here tomorrow?" He nodded and watched her walk off. She walked down Hogsmede and went to 'her' alleyway. Transformed back into the cat and guy followed her back to the castle.

She was back in the castle walls and he knew she was safe. He knew he could sleep soundly that night. He had classes tomorrow and knew he'd be exhausted the next day…as he'd been for the last week and a half. Falling into his bed, he knew that it would be like that again tomorrow and tomorrow night.

"Bridget?" Ginny was trying to wake up her best friend up.

"I don't think she's waking up," came the other best friend, Colin Creevey.

"Shut up," she groaned. "I'm getting up."

"We've got to be in classes in ten minutes."

Bridget stood up, "I took a shower last night. I've just got to brush my hair and teeth."

"You took a shower when you got in at two in the morning?" Ginny asked and Bridget rolled her eyes.

"I told you butt out Ginny, this is about me."

"You seem to be spiraling out of control."

Bridget turned face to face with Colin, "Didn't I tell you two yesterday to butt out of my life."

"We're your best friends."

"Then Ginny if you are my best friend let me be me."

"We're worried about you."

"Don't be." Bridget said shrugging.

"How can we not be!" Ginny said raising her voice, "You looked like there was something wrong with you when you crawled in here last night.

"DAMN IT! COLIN! GINNY! LEAVE IT THE HELL ALONE AND LET ME BE ME!" She stormed in the bathroom to start getting ready for class.

"Something is defiantly wrong with her," Ginny said sighing.

Colin nodded in agreement, "I have no clue what's going on but all I know is that this isn't good at all."

Ginny nodded, "I totally agree."

"Think we should inform any of the others?"

Ginny shook her head, "Not yet. We want to find out what's exactly going on first before we worry them. You know Harry, he'd go ballistic. If we told Bella, she'd tell Sirius and he'd tell Anthony. Harry, Anthony, and Sirius would go nuts if they found out that she was gone all night and she's avoiding us like the plague."

"Well what do we do until she finally comes to us?"

"Sit back and wait."

"What!"

Ginny sighed, "If we push her…she'll just push us further away."

"Adora?" Someone asked as there was a knocking at her bedroom door, as it was a female voice…it had to be one of her nieces or… "It's Ginny…can I come in?"

"Yeah," Adora yelled. "Let yourself in, I'm pilled under books."

Ginny came in Adora's room to see she hadn't been lying, everywhere there were books of prophecy, famous seers, and divination…real divination.

"What are you doing?"

Adora flicked her wand and all her books got in a neat, tall stack beside her bed. "Doing some light reading."

"Light?"

"You sound like Ron in first year," Adora laughed. "Or how he is now."

"Twenty books in your room doesn't seem like light reading to me Adora."

"I know, I'm just trying to take everything in make sure I haven't missed anything."

"What do you mean?"

"Sit," Adora said tapping her bed and Ginny obeyed. "There are two spies in our mist."

"What?" Ginny's eyes said bugging out, "Do you know who they are?"

Adora shook her head, "Their taking Occulmency and blocking their mind out. Been taught very well by Lord Voldemort. Trust me I've tried to read everyone in this school and I can't find them."

"Wait…the spies are in school?"

Adora nodded, "And students we supposedly know."

"Well doesn't Snape know?"

"No," Adora said shaking his head. "Only Voldemort will talk to them, he knows we have a spy in but hasn't figured out whom yet."

Ginny felt sick to her stomach, "This is just ridiculous! When will this all stop!"

"There will always be evil trying to triumph over good, but good does always triumph. Remember that, good will always triumph.

Ginny frowned, "You acted as if you were addressing that to me."

"You didn't come here to talk to me about triumphs Ginny, so what's going on?"

"Bridget."

"Oh boy," Adora said laying back. "We might be here for a while."

"That's fine.."

"No it's not we have classes."

"Okay," Ginny nodded knowing that Adora was right. "After classes we'll have all night."

"Avada Kedavra!" A voice hissed and there was a scream and a cry.

"You bastard! Damn you to hell you bastard!" Autumn sobbed crying on the floor holding her baby to her chest as she cried over her husband's dead body. "How could you?" She cried looking up into her father's red eyes with pure hatred coming from both sets of eyes, "How…how could you do this to Desi and me?"

"Desdemona and you are coming back with me and my servants."

"Over my dead body," she hissed at her father.

"I would consider that, but I need someone to raise my granddaughter as no one wants to become a nanny."

"You…you'd kill me right in front of her wouldn't you! It's horrible enough that you made her grandmother die for you and you killed her father in front of her too."

"Crabbe wasn't her father."

"Bloody good enough."

"Draco Malfoy…"

"Don't utter his name in front of me," Autumn growled. "He left me pregnant for Sadie Potter, to raise our little girl all on my own."

"Desdemona is coming back to China with me."

"No! We've got a life here in Salem, we were a family!"

"You will come back with me or I will kill you in front of her."

Autumn sobbed clutching her baby and stroking her husbands dead, cold face. She looked up at her father, "Only for her am I coming back. She's seen too many people die in front of her, I won't let her lose me too." She kissed Vincent goodbye, but heartbreak would overtake her for the rest of her life. Autumn Lewis-Crabbe would be an empty shell until she would die a cold, hard death.

Walking into Hogsmede's hottest nightclub, Cauldron, was Bridget Potter in yet another wonderful costume. Marilyn Monroe, with signature white dress and blonde hair, yes for the night Bridget's hair was charmed blonde and that signature hair do. Magically every ten minutes the skirt would flow up but only a bit above her knees, Bridget didn't want to seem easy…because she wasn't.

Bridget had slept with Oliver because she loved him, and Neville had raped her as he was jealous that she had found love in another place…that she'd given herself to another man. Bridget didn't think she could ever trust another man again in her life. How wrong was she? Of course she'd love again, but he'd have to break through the tough walls she was building up around her heart.

There was a white mask over her face and the guys were running their hands over her as she ignored them and walked to the bar again, "Vodka tonic."

The bartender narrowed his eyes at her, "Been here a lot haven't you?"

Bridget popped the familiar Muggle drug in her mouth and downed her Vodka tonic.

"You really need to be careful."

Bridget stuck her tongue out maturely at the bartender, "When will you mind your own business? Give me another one."

The bartender shook his head but did it willingly. Bridget paid the man and looked out on the floor to see Zorro again and she felt butterflies erupt in her stomach.

Bridget walked over to Zorro and sat down at the little table he was at, "Wallflower are you?"

The mystery man shook his head, "Just waiting for you?"

"Me? How long have you been here?"

"An hour," she still couldn't pin his voice because it was hard to hear over the music.

"How did you know it was me?"

"Your eyes."

"My eyes?" She asked touching her mask.

"Their not usual."

"Huh?"

"Their a nice hazel color but there are green flakes…I've never met any other person with the same eyes as yours."

Bridget blushed and she was glad she was wearing a mask, "Thank you…their actually a combination."

"Oh?" The mystery man had never heard her talk about here eyes before.

Bridget nodded, "My father's eyes were hazel and my mother's were brilliant green."

"Ah that's how their that beautiful hazel with green flakes." She nodded and he continued, "Weren't you ever told that talking to strangers is dangerous."

But before she could say a thing everything went black and she felt arms catch her and before she could argue with him for touching her she lost all consciousness.