Hey guys, really sorry it took forever for me to update, but here's chapter 4 up! I hope its longer than the others (i haven't checked) but let me know what you think :D

Chapter 4: 'Twas never to be...

"Can we stop for a Butterbeer?" Ron asked hopefully. Hermione just glared at him. She wasn't speaking to him ever since he doubted her magical abilities.

"Um, that's a good idea," Harry interrupted. He was used to their mood swings, having played mediator for them several times in Hogwarts, but he never stopped being annoyed at their ridiculous behaviour.

They stopped at a quaint little café across the street and ordered 3 Butterbeers.

"Rosewood is actually really pretty," commented Ron, glancing at Hermione. She stared back, but blushed a little.

"So where does Gina actually live?" she asked.

"Well it has to be around here somewhere. Rosewood's not that big," replied Harry.

"Harry? Ron? Hermione?" came a dreamy voice behind them.

"Looney? Uh, I mean hey Luna! Good to see you, uh," stuttered Ron. Hermione rolled her eyes.

"Hi Luna, fancy seeing you here," said Hermione.

"Oh, I come here every weekend. There's this store where they sell dried dirigible plums and other supplies to get rid of Wrackspurts. In fact there are a couple circling your head," Luna commented matter-of-factly.

"Oh, um that's interesting," said Harry, blankly.

"It is!" exclaimed Luna, "I even got some for Neville. Gina's so helpful, I'm sure she can recommend some healing necklaces for those lamparts filling up your head."

"Wait, Gina? As in Gina Lockwood?" Ron asked suddenly.

"Yeah that's her," Luna replied curiously, "why?"

"Where is her store?" demanded Harry.

"Down the end of the street. I'm sure she can help you with whatever you're looking for. She knows her stuff," offered Luna.

"Well we best be off, Luna. Thanks again for your help," Harry gratefully replied.

"You-you're welcome," replied a very confused Luna. The three rose from their chairs and all but ran out the door.


They wandered down the street until they arrived at a tall looming building. Zara's Rose it said.

"It sounds all…zodiac-y" smirked Ron.

"Is she some sort of clairvoyant?" asked Harry. The others shrugged and entered the building.

The smell of incense hit them immediately and Ron started coughing.

"Ugh, what is that stuff. It smells exactly like that one time Charlie brought all this dead meat to our house to feed his pet dragon," Ron gagged. A jingling sound came from behind the room. Suddenly a woman, aged about seventy, came around the corner dressed in brightly coloured clothing with huge necklaces and bangles hanging from her wrists and neck. She smiled at them.

"Hello dearies, looking for something in particular?" she asked kindly.

"Oh, um well a friend recommended you to us and we were wondering if - "

"Oh, you're friends with Luna, are you?"

"Well yes, you see we were wondering if we could ask - "

"Ooh, how about some of these lovely chokers. They'd look lovely around your pretty neck," she commented gesturing to Hermione.

"No," Harry stated firmly, "We want to ask you about Myrtle." The woman's demeanour changed.

"Why?" she asked coldly.

"Well, not really about Myrtle, it's about her cousin. Your niece actually. Gisele?" Hermione interjected.

"I don't see why I should start divulging private information to people I've only met for 5 minutes," she responded rather huffily.

"Well, you see, I'm Harry Potter and I have this task at hand - "

"Yes, I know who you are," she sighed, "My daughter is a witch you know." She paused. "Was a witch."

"I'm sorry, Mrs…Lockwood?" Hermione said sympathetically.

"Gina. Call me Gina," she mumbled as tears formed in her eyes. "Well I suppose you better come with me."


"Would you like some tea?" Gina asked, recovering to her former self.

"Yes, please," replied Ron. They were all seated in her tiny apartment above the shop. It was just as brightly coloured as Gina, but the smell of incense was gone.

"So why exactly do you want to know about Gisele?" she asked curiously.

"Well we asked Myrtle, but from what we gathered from all her ranting, was that she absolutely hated Gisele's guts. Oh and Gisele was, like, murdered by her own family?" Ron recounted. The old woman smiled a tiny smile.

"Yes, I suppose Myrtle is like that. Gisele was a beautiful, bright witch, and now looking back, it does look like I favoured Gisele over my own daughter," she sighed.

"So what actually happened with Gisele's death?" Harry pressed on.

"It's actually really complicated. But basically, in Gisele's parent's eyes, she did something unforgivable and she had to be punished. Adrian and Lira were lovely people, don't get me wrong. But I still believe they did overreact over this."

"Overreacted?" exclaimed Ron. "They bloody killed their own daughter!" Gina glared at him.

"Well, you have to understand that Adrian and Lira were prominent people when they were alive. Gisele was the only witch in the family; I think they already resented her for that. They were considered of upper class statues, due to Adrian's multi-million dollar business. So in their eyes, they couldn't let their reputation be damaged."

"Gina, with all due respect, none of that justifies killing your own child, or sentencing them to death," Hermione put in.

"Does it look like I approve of that? Of course not! I loved Gisele like she was my own daughter and I never forgave Lira for what she did. Whether she was my sister or not."

"So why exactly did she die?" Ron asked.

"She loved someone whom her parents regarded as…well plainly putting it…filth. She basically defied every order they gave her to stop seeing him, they had even arranged a marriage for her to some son of a noble family, but she always went behind their backs. She truly did love him, and I know for a fact that he loved her even more. Gisele confided everything to me. Her parents were very unforgiving about the matter; I was the only one she could turn to. She became pregnant and ran away from home. And one day, her parents found out about the illegitimate child and…that was it. She was literally sentenced to die because she loved someone her parents could never understand," finished Gina, sadly. She walked over to the tiny bookshelf and pulled out a dusty leather-bound diary.

"Here. Gisele wrote in this every night and entrusted it to me, that one day I would be able to give this to her child and he would understand what really had happened to his mother and father. I don't think she would mind I'm giving this to you."

"What happened to the son?" Harry asked sympathetically.

"William? He was put up for adoption by Gisele's parents after her death and I've never heard anything about him ever since." Gina's eyes began to well up with tears.

"And I was supposed to give this diary to him. What will Gisele think of me? I haven't fulfilled her dying wish. She must hate me." Now Gina really was sobbing.

"There, there," comforted Hermione.

"Who was the man, anyway? The man she loved?" Harry questioned. Gina looked up, her eyes still red, and sighed.

"You know him too well, Harry. It was Tom Riddle."

That's chapter 4 up guys. i'm apologising again, i'm sorry i didn't update for like 2 weeks. Believe it or not, i had 7 tests this week, and 4 of them were today. Is that even legal? Oh well at least im free now. So hopefully i'll get another chapter up this weekend!

You know the drill…read and review!

til next time,

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