A/N: In advance, I'd like to apologize for the language! Bijou's use of colorful words is just because she is angry and hurt. That is one of the reason's this fic is rated M. Also, this is the only chapter that swear words are used, that I'm aware of at this point in time. So once again, sorry if it offends anyone!

Chapter Three: Nightmares

Oliver walked up the staircase and sat next to Bijou. One arm was next to her face, the other he couldn't see. She was sleeping peacefully. Was practice really that boring?

Her dark brown hair fell delicately across her face. It was lightly curled, as always. She was beautiful even as she slept. Her eyes flitted wildly behind her eye lids. He didn't know what was happening, but found it quiet funny and disturbing at the same time.

Bijou ran. She ran as fast and as hard as she could. She didn't hear feet breaking leaves and twigs behind her, yet she didn't stop. Her heart pounded violently in her chest. Her breathing became labored as she drew for breath. The clearing of the forest was only a few yards away; light was streaming through gaps between trees and their packed leaves.

Did she dare look behind her? Did she dare look at her pursuer? No. That was the answer. No. Always no. As her parents had told her.

Her mother's screams echoed in her ears. The fear in her eyes, giving away her 'everything will be ok' façade. Bijou was forced to watch; her captor turned her brutally to face her mother, who was kneeling before a hooded man, her hands tied behind her back.

"Momma," Bijou whimpered. The man shook her and she didn't say a word.

"You see, child, this is what happens if you're a bloodtraitor," The man laughed, "you get hurt."

"Please, don't hurt me!" her mother begged.

"You should have thought about the consequences before you betrayed your family," The man's voice grew dark, his eyes became like slits as he glared at Bijou.

"I never betrayed my family!" her mother protested.

"What do you think that is?" The man pointed at Bijou.

"My child! What do you think she is??" her mother was fighting back. She wouldn't let this happen because of her daughter.

"Our family has enough girls," he said the last word as if it were a curse. "The rule is, men only. You are to kill all girls born to this family! Do you not recall the rules set forth by our grandfather?"

A nerve seemed to have snapped in her mother. She looked up at the man, her face clam, her eyes dead set on his. "I do recall our grandfather to be a fearful man who had nothing to live for. I recall him being misogynist, chauvinist, egocentric pig!"

With that, her mother spit on the man's shoes, who then cursed and slapped her. Bijou let out a scream and attention was then diverted at her.

"Shut her up! I'll deal with her separately," The man sneered and pulled out his wand to clean his shoe.

"Fight, Bijou. Fight with every breath you have! Never give in to your kinsmen. They are bullies! Give birth to women! They alone will carry on the mother right of our family that was forgotten by our brainless, cowardly grandfather. Never give in, do you hear me?" Her mother instructed.

"I promise, Mother. I promise." Bijou's eyes began to water, her mother's death was upon them.

"Shut it you bitch!" The man drew out his wand and pointed it at her chest. Smug with Bijou's mother quieting, he tried to humiliate her further, "Don't worry Adelaide. You're daughter won't feel a thing. Any last words?"

"Strike true," her mother thrust her chest forward, her breasts made her shirt taught against her chest. She had gotten in the last humiliation, only it wasn't hers.

"Avada Kedavra!" The man hissed. A green light flashed and her mother fell, face down, to the ground.

"Momma!" Bijou screamed. Against her will, magic shot out of her and sent the man holding her flying. He crashed into the tree behind them. Bijou got up and ran.

The exit was closer. She burst through it but didn't stop. Her house wasn't far off. She needed to find her father. She needed to tell him everything.

Oliver touched Bijou's should lightly. She had screamed and he didn't know why. She didn't stir so he leaned closer. His eyes were level with hers. Her eyes snapped open, causing him to jump backwards.

"Are you ok?" he asked.

"I... I'm fine. It was just a nightmare," Bijou smiled at him.

"That must have been one hell of a nightmare, love." Oliver laughed, and rubbed her shoulder lovingly.

"It was," Bijou smiled at him. That had been the day her world had collapsed when she was only seven.

"Care to talk about it?" Oliver asked.

"No, not now. How was practice?" Bijou asked.

"It was good, kind of boring, but good. We'll cream Slytherin in the match for the Quidditch Cup. No doubt about that!" Oliver loved talking about Quidditch. That was a fail-proof way of getting his attention off of certain matters.

After Dinner:

The common room was crowded, as usual. Oliver sat with his team, going over strategies on how to beat Slytherin. Which would be fairly easy, but he really wanted to win the Cup this year.

Bijou was sitting not too far away. Alicia, Angelina, and Katie kept glancing at her and it was beginning to irritate her. She waited until their meeting was done with before approaching him.

"Why did you keep looking at me?" She asked bitterly.

"How was he?" Alicia spit out. Angelina elbowed her quickly.

"What are you talking about?" Bijou was confused as to who they were talking about.

"You know, Oliver. You did sleep with him, no?" Katie butted in.

"How would you know if I slept with him or not?" her voice had raised a bit.

Alicia leaning closer to Bijou and whispered, "He told us about the baby—"

"—you've been dating him exclusively—" Katie whispered next.

"—we know you haven't been with anyone else for the past few months—" Angelina said.

"—it's his baby." Alicia finished.

Bijou looked up at Oliver. He had, conveniently, disappeared. She frowned, trying to maintain a calm attitude toward the girls. They had struck a nerve, but Oliver had broken it.

"Will you excuse me for a minute? A certain Quidditch Keeper is going to lose body parts," Bijou glared in the direction of the boy's dormitories.

The girls looked at one another and moved out of Bijou's way. They didn't want to get in the way of her warpath.

Bijou walked up the stair case but turned into the boy's dormitories instead of going up further to her own. She found the stair case to the various levels for each of the years. She found the 7th year's dorms, the highest, of course. She knew his roommates were on the bottom floor, so she opened the door.

Oliver turned to look at her. He had his shirt half-way off and finished removing it. He opened his trunk using magic and then tossed his wand on his bed. He turned away and rummaged through his trunk for another shirt.

"Why?" Bijou asked. Her eyes, like her mother's, could never keep secrets. She tried to force them to remain calm and not show off her emotions.

"Why what?" Oliver asked in response.

"Why the fuck did you tell them?" Bijou shouted.

"Why the fuck did I tell them what?" Oliver was avoiding her questions as long as possible.

Bijou lost her temper and slammed the door, locking it with her wand. "Why the fuck did you tell them I was pregnant?!" she screamed.

"Bijou, keep it down! Everyone will hear you!" Oliver said hastily.

"Don't you dare tell me to stay quiet! Let everyone know! Let everyone think I'm a whore like the rest of the filth you've slept with!" Bijou shouted. She threw up her arms causing the drapes around the beds to flutter.

"Bijou, darling, listen. You're being irrational, just calm down," Oliver didn't move toward her. He was afraid of what might happen. Women were dangerous when they were upset.

"I'm not being irrational, I'm being rather rational. Can't you tell?" The rage in Bijou's eyes had simmered down, she smiled quickly and began staring him down.

"You aren't yourself. Just sit down and we can talk this through," Oliver was definitely afraid of her now. She wasn't going to stop raging until it had taken it's rightful path.

"I'm not the one going around telling people I slept with Oliver Wood. I'd be like a celebrity! Maybe I should! Maybe I'll get some God damned respect around here! I won't have people stepping on me every second of my life!" Bijou shouted in a sarcastic tone.

Knocking came on the door, Bijou looked at it. "Oliver? Bijou? Is everything ok in there? We heard shouting!" It was Alicia.

"I think even the Slytherins heard. I think some people in France didn't though," George and Fred began laughing.

Bijou turned back to Oliver, "I don't want this anymore. I don't want this life. I don't want you."

Bijou unlocked the door and waked out. Everyone that had been in the common rooms and the dormitories was standing outside. She walked through them and drew her cloak closer to her. She didn't go up to the dormitories, nor did she go out to the pitch. She went to the one place she felt safe.

Oliver stood in the dormitory alone. Alicia, Katie, Angelina, Fred and George poked their heads in and looked at him. He looked at them.

"Aren't you going to go after her, mate?" Fred and George asked in unison.

Oliver didn't answer. He just stared ahead. Had she just broken up with him? Had she really done what she just did?