Chapter 7

Dreams, yes dreams make our small little worlds go round. Dreams about that you will get the life that you always dreamed about. Dreams that the certain evil that has tried to destroy your family all of your life will finally meet it's end. Dreams that your child would accept her true heritage once she was old enough to understand. Dreams of achieving all you want. Dreams that your lover was alive and would return back to you.

As a Potter you have all kinds of dreams. Dreams that are plausible and dreams that would never happen in your wildest dreams.

The Gryffindor family had been cursed since that horrible night over a centaury ago when Salazar Slytherin killed baby Ethan Gryffindor. Since that night every Gryffindor, since Godric, swore that they would help bring an end to the Slytherin line.

Lily and James Potter had brought the 'The-Boy-Who-Lived ' or 'The Chosen One', into this world. Little Harry Potter had been the downfall of the most powerful dark wizard since Salazar himself, this was Lord Voldemort.

Unfortunately for the Gryffindor line, Voldemort had an heir, Autumn Lewis. Even more bad news was that Autumn had an illegitimate child with Draco Malfoy, Desdemona.

There was a prophecy from almost a thousand years ago that a set of twins would be the downfall of Autumn Lewis, but at the time of course no one knew her name. Years ago after Lily Potter had given birth to Harry and Sadie Potter, many people thought it would be these two twins. Those people were obviously wrong.

Now that we know that Autumn Lewis was this evil that 'the twins' were suppose to get rid of, now those people who had thought that Sadie and Harry Potter were the twins now thought that one of the Potter children would bring the twins onto our Earth.

Only the Potters and close friends and family knew that Harry and Ginerva Potter had been prophesied to bring life to 'the twins.'

Dreams. Dreams can just be an object of our imagination or maybe one day come true…

Oliver Wood had lost track of the time, date, and almost the year. He had been locked away in this dungeon for over a year now. He knew from Autumn gloating almost everyday that Bridget's wedding day was just days away. Which made Oliver totally distraught that he knew that the one and only woman he had and would ever love was about to make the biggest mistake of her life.

Whenever Oliver was not thinking about Bridget, which was very rare, he was still thinking about her family. Wondering how big Roselyn and Breeanna had gotten now? Seeing Arabella becoming even more of a sweet woman, if that was possible. If you didn't know that the Potter children weren't hers then you would think it by how much of a wonderful aunt she was to them. How was Ginny taking motherhood? If she had one leaf out of her mother's book, she was probably loving it. How much closer were Draco, Ron, and Harry to finding out Autumn and Neville's lair and when the did find it, he would be free. He knew it would most likely be too late as Bridget was getting married in two days. Oliver remembered how much motherhood had agreed with Susan when she first started raising Breeanna, Susan had to be in total bliss with two little girls now. Adora was most likely still traveling the world about her Seer powers.

Autumn had been so chipper lately, so he knew the wedding was close. He just had to find a way out of here.

"This is absurd!" Susan screamed from the top of her lungs.

"Sadie!" Arabella hissed, "Really now. If you don't stop that you will wake the children."

"I know," she sighed as she threw herself down upon the couch in Arabella's living room. "We just put the three of them down for a nap, but I can not believe she is really going to throw her life away to that moron!"

"I know love, I know. I keep wondering how angry your mother, father, and Uncle Sirius would be at me for not tying her down and never letting her out of my sight for agreeing to marry this imbecile."

"I wish the two of you would quit blaming yourselves," came a voice behind them that made them jump around and hug her until she yelled that she couldn't breath.

"Oh thank Merlin you are here Adora," Susan said smiling from ear to ear. "Maybe you can talk some sense into that crazy niece of yours."

"She is truly James's daughter," Arabella sighed.

"If she hasn't listened to the two of you and Ginny, then there is no way she will listen to me. I wish she would wait though…"

"You know something don't you!" Susan squealed.

"Maybe."

"If it would stop her from marrying him then tell her!"

Adora sighed, "You know if I could I would. Even if I told her she would still marry him, you know the Seers curse."

"I hate that," Susan sulked.

"Sure she is a Mummy?" Adora cracked.

"Dora?" A voice said as he ran and took his aunt into a bone crushing hug.

"Harry!" She said with total joy in her voice.

"It's been a while."

"I know, but I have been so busy."

"So why are you here now?" Harry asked as he pulled out of the hug.

"Why else? My other niece is getting hitched."

"You aren't going to try and convince her out of it?"

"Do you really think it will do any good, she is as stubborn as you are…sometimes I think she is even worse than you. If she says she'll marry him, then she will."

"It's bullshit." A voice growled.

"Ronald watch your mouth!" Ginny said hitting her older brother.

"Ron?" Adora said turning around to see the only man she had ever loved standing there.

"Haven't seen you since the day that Susan gave birth to Lily."

"I have been a bit busy."

"I read in the Daily Prophet," Ron nodded.

"Read that horrible paper still, do you?"

"Someone has to make sure they don't talk trash on you, after all you are Anthony and Larissa's love child."

"Ek," Adora rolled her nose up. "Could you not say love child?"

"Under one condition."

"Shoot," Adora said shrugging her shoulders as she felt her face getting hot from being around him.

"Have dinner with me tonight."

"Well…"

"She'd love to," Susan spoke up. "Pick her up here at Bella's at seven sharp."

"Okay," Ron nodded and apparated away.

"Excuse me," Adora said now quaffle red. "Since when do you mediate my life?"

"Since you did the same to me, Ginny, and Bridget at least once."

"Fine," Adora said sticking her tongue out.

Blaise Zambini sat out on the deck of family's estate in the backyard. Bridget was gabbing away with their wedding coordinator, but this was woman's work and the only reason he was allowing Bridget to drag him out here to talk about this was because he had to convince her that he had changed at least until they were married. After they were married he would start to take her more and more away from her family.

"How does that sound sweetie?" Bridget asked taking Blaise out of his daydream.

"Wonderful," he smirked. He hadn't been listening and she smiled as she thought he had actually been paying attention.

Their wedding was to take place in two weeks, married on December the first. Blaise had tried to get her to marry him earlier, like on the Summer Solstice but she cried her eyes out for two days straight. So Blaise just rolled his eyes and agreed not to get married until the first of December.

"So pink tipped roses mixed with all white roses, sounds beautiful Miss Potter." The wedding coordinator said smiling from ear to ear. "Sounds like you are getting the wedding you always dreamed of."

"Oh yes," Bridget said with a very sad smile. This was the wedding of dreams minus one thing, the thing that meant the most. Not necessarily a thing but more like a person, Oliver Wood to be exact.

"Blaise, dear." Came a voice from the house that Bridget had honestly never really heard, but when they turned around Blaise was livid.

"Mother!"

"Mrs. Zambini," Bridget said smiling from ear to ear and stood up to go and hug her soon to be mother-in-law. "Blaise didn't tell me that you had pulled out of your irreversible coma."

"The hospital had not informed me either, my love." Blaise said with sincerity, "I shall be right back."

"Of course," Bridget smiled. "Go spend time with you mother."

Blaise walked in the house and grasped his mother's arm and dragged her to the second floor in his old childhood bedroom. "I sent you away you horrible woman!"

"Yes and your father is dead, I am lonely Blaise."

"I don't give a damn mother!"

"I think your soon to be wife would love to know how horrible you treat your own mother as all of her life she has wished only for a mother, in fact she has bonded so well with her mother's twin."

"You wouldn't dare," Blaise hissed.

"I would tell her just to make you as miserable as you have made me."

"I shall make sure you are murdered if you tell her."

"Of course that would be after I have told her and you will have already lost the only woman you have ever chased after or loved."

"Fine," he sighed as he saw that she had over powered him. "What do you want?"

"I want to move back in."

"You are not taking the mansion back from me," he yelled at her.

"I am not asking for the mansion back, I know I will never be able to take it on my own. I want to be around you and Bridget, she seems like such a dear."

"You will not darken my fiancée's mind against me."

"No, no of course not. Our blood line does not have a royal wizarding blood in it."

"And?"

"Once you have a child by young Bridget we will have the Gryffindor bloodline will mix with our own."

"You do know her mother was a nasty Mudblood."

"You will either let me stay in the east wing of the mansion or I shall tell her about the horrible man you have become."

"Fine!" Blaise hissed, "You can stay, you can stay!"

"Wonderful," she smiled from ear to ear. "I read in the prophet that your wedding is in a mere two weeks."

"Yes mother."

"Well I will be attending this joyous event, I hope you know."

"Whatever, I honestly don't care about the wedding."

"What?"

"I am just ready to make her my wife."

"Of course lovely, I am so happy for you."

"Stuff it mother," Blaise snapped. "Bridget's lover is still alive."

"Wood?"

"Yes."

"How do you know this?"

"Queen and King of the Death Eaters."

"Oh, you know how I feel about the Dark Arts. After all that is how your father's death occurred.

"I honestly don't care Mum."

"Why would you marry this girl if you know that the man she truly loves is indeed alive, what happens if he shows up in the middle of your wedding."

"He won't make his come back from the dead until we are on our luxurious honeymoon."

"Her family will try to contact her, you know how close those Potters are."

"I have got that covered too mother. Bridget has already informed her family that we are going on a month long lavish honeymoon and that we don't want to be contacted for any reason unless there is a death in the family."

"What happens when you come back and she finds out the truth that he is alive and that you helped in him being kidnapped."

"I won't agree to a divorce and she won't be able to get an annulment because we would have already fornicated. I will eventually take her away from her family."

"How's that?"

"I know they have all tried to convince her that I am indeed a Death Eater, and she will find out during our Honeymoon."

"Some honeymoon," Mrs. Zambini said sarcastically.

"Bridget doesn't like to be told she was wrong, so even when she knows she will deny it to her family and because she will be so sickened with herself she will start to withdraw herself from her family until I start to keep her prisoner."

"This is how you expect to keep the woman you love."

"Do you want me to kill you!" Blaise yelled.

"Fine!" she snapped, "I will go by whatever you want."

"Excellent."

Days later Sadie Malfoy came up with a brilliant idea, or what she thought was a brilliant idea.

She knocked at the door and a woman with black hair answered the door, "May I help you?"

"I am looking for Blaise Zambini, I must have the wrong house."

"No this is the right house."

"Oh you must be the maid."

"Excuse you," the woman shouted. "I am the woman of the house."

"Blaise is married!" Susan asked as her eyes about popped out of her head.

"Not yet, but may I ask whom you are?"

"Sadie Malfoy."

"Malfoy?"

"Well, Sadie Potter-Malfoy."

"Oh," the woman's eyes lit up.

"I am Elizabeth Zambini, Blaise's mother."

Susan held her hand out to shake the woman's hand, "Nice to meet you."

"You must have married Lucius and Narcissa's son, what was his name again?"

"Draco, mother." Blaise said from behind his mother, "Honestly as much as Draco use to stay over you think you would have remembered his name. Merlin is that a martini in your hand already?"

"Life is short love," Elizabeth Zambini laughed as she walked back into the house.

"I was sure you hated my guts, Susan."

"I do not think you are the right man for my little sister."

"So why are you here? I know that all of you Potters have rioted against this marriage and Bridget is not here. So what are you doing here?"

"I came over to examine you."

"Sorry, but I already had my yearly physical."

"Shut up," Susan pushed her way into the house and got right into his face. "Look I am your only hope to getting nice with this family and I want to make sure you are not out to endanger my sister."

"Draco, I'm telling you…" Susan tried to state as she was at the stove cooking dinner.

"No, no, no!" Draco shook his head from the kitchen table.

"No, no, no!" Breeanna copied her father, yes she was at the copying stage.

"He seemed different."

"He is putting up a front," Draco tried to explain. "Trust me I was friends with him for fifteen years. Blaise loves the dark arts and hates all good."

"Then why would he be marrying my baby sister?"

"Blaise has always been in love with Bridget, since the first time they dated. Blaise swore to me that he would make her his wife, no matter what the circumstances."

"He has changed, he seems to respect her."

"Until they are married and then his true colors will come out."

"I gave Bridget my blessing."

"What!" Draco yelled.

"What!" Breeanna copied.

"Why would you do that?"

"He seems to adore her and she is satisfied with him."

"Blaise does not adore her, he wants to control her."

"What are the two of you fighting about?" Ginny asked walking into the kitchen with James on her hip, Harry behind her, and lastly there was Arabella holding Roselyn's hand.

"Where is Adora and Ron?" Susan asked ignoring Ginny's question on purpose.

"Out on another date," Harry answered. "You are avoiding Ginny's question."

"Rosie!" Breeanna yelled from her booster seat.

"Bree!" Roselyn yelled from her mother's side.

"We won't be eating in here," Susan announced. "We will be eating in the dinning room."

"You are still avoiding Ginny's question," Arabella spoke.

"Susan went by and saw Blaise today."

"You did what!" Harry's voice rose a bit, "Why in Merlin's name would you do that?"

"I wanted to know exactly who he is."

"We already know who he is, he is the bastard that has tricked our baby sister into a marriage from hell."

"Harry," Ginny hissed. "Your language in front of the children."

"Fine," Harry hissed back. "Take the children out of here."

Ginny glared at Harry, and so Arabella decided to take the children out of the kitchen before things got really ugly and it was a good thing that she did.

"What is wrong with you Harry Potter!" Ginny yelled, sounding much like her mother. "You know you can not speak like that in front of the children."

"Not right now Ginny."

"Don't you dare dismiss me!"

"How dare you talk to me like I am some kind of idiot!" Susan said turning away from the stove and to her older brother. "He seems as if he really cares for her and that he will do her well."

"Didn't your husband try to talk you out of this absurd idea!"

"My husband just found out!"

"Malfoy," Harry said turning to his brother-in-law. "You were friends with Zambini for years, do you really think he has actually changed?"

"Hell no."

"See if you husband, who was friends with this bastard for years, doesn't believe that he has changed then that means that he hasn't changed."

"You are so closed minded Harry Potter! Hell if it had been up to you, you would think the same about Draco. For how long did you not approve of me marrying Draco and you hated him even more when we began to raise little Breeanna!"

"Your judgment is off!" Harry yelled back, "You do nothing all day."

"Excuse me!" Susan yelled as that famous Potter anger kicked in.

"You heard me, you do nothing all day. You raise two little babies, all you see is the good in the world. You know what I know Blaise Zambini! He is a Death Eater and worships the Queen and King of the Death Eaters. He will bring our sister to her downfall."

"Will he know?" Came the voice of the Potter Princess herself.

"Bridget," Harry said as they all turned around to see her. Everyone was white, except for Harry. "I didn't know you were behind me."

"Obviously, since my judgment is so unclear."

"He will hurt you."

"You think so?"

"I know so and when he hurts you…"

"You know what," Bridget spoke but as she spoke her voice shook. "He won't hurt me."

"He will and when you come crawling back to us I will tell you that I told you so!"

"Harry!" Ginny and Susan yelled at the same time.

"Fine! Trust me Harry Potter not matter how things go with my marriage, I will never ask for your help again! In fact I don't want you to walk me down the aisle."

"Fine!"

"Actually, I do not want you present at my wedding at all!"

"Bridget!" Ginny and Susan yelled again.

"Draco," Bridget turned to her brother-in-law. "You will walk me down the aisle."

"Well…uh…you see…"

"I said!" Bridget screamed, "You will walk me down the aisle and like it!"

Bridget then turned to her best friend, "Ginny. Inform to your husband that he is dead to me."

Dreams, yes dreams boost our ambitions.

Dreams of the perfect family, dreams of beautiful children, and dreams that your older brother would walk you down the aisle.

Dreams of the perfect wedding you would never have because the man you are truly in love with is dead.

Dreams that your family will one day accept your decision.