Chapter 10

Regret. What an awful word it is. What is even worse is when you have regret, total and full regret.

Regret comes in all sizes and sometimes in our lives you will at least come to know regret. Most people come to know this little friend more than once. In fact some people know it more than all of their fingers and toes can be counted on.

For the lucky ones that only have it a few times in life have envy from the others.

Some young women find regret when they find out that they will become a single mother in a few months.

Regret is found when a husband comes home from work early and finds his young, new wife in their bed with another man.

Regret is most defiantly found when a very young bride marries a man she is truly not in love with and comes to find out that her true love is actually alive…

Bridget Lynn Potter-Zambini had locked herself in a room across the manor since the night she found Blaise in bed with Hannah. That had been exactly two months ago and Bridget bet all of her money that was sitting in Gringotts bank that they were still shagging because Bridget refused to sleep with him. Blaise had tried to make Bridget sleep with him, but her telekinetics weren't acting up anymore and she kept throwing him off of her and across the room. This was one of the many reasons she refused to sleep with him.

Also, he cheated on her with that trashy slut Hannah Abbott. Blaise was indeed what all of her family had warned her about. Blaise Zambini was most defiantly a Death Eater. In fact, Blaise was trying to convince her to join the dark side with him.

Finally, Blaise helped Autumn and Neville keep Oliver hostage. In fact they were going to kill him on her wedding night as a wedding gift. Thank Merlin he had escaped.

Bridget had not tried to make any contact with Oliver at all. Not because she didn't love him anymore because that was a very terrible lie that the tabloids were spreading.

Life was getting a bit more bearable, mostly because Blaise was gone and busy with Death Eater tasks.

Bridget's powers were really progressing and she knew her family would be very proud with her. Bridget's telekinetics were just getting remarkable now. Also, she had found a new power that she possessed. If she closed her eyes and concentrated hard enough Bridget could listen in on any conversation in the manor.

Of course Blaise had no idea and kept coming home from Death Eater missions said that whomever they had gone to kill or torture had slipped away. Bridget would laugh a bit inside.

Bridget would hear Blaise talk to his mother or an acquaintance about what was going to happen. Then Bridget would owl her Aunt Arabella so Bella could let the Order know and warn the people.

There was a knock at the door that awoke Bridget from her nap in the parlor.

"Star!"

There was a pop and Star the house-elf had appeared. "Yes misses?"

"Can you get the door?"

"Yes," and Star was gone.

Bridget heard some chatter in the hallway and then the parlor room door opened. "Mrs. Arabella Black," Star announced.

"Aunt Bella?" Bridget asked.

"Bridget, sweetheart." Arabella hugged her youngest niece, "I have missed you so much."

"Breeget!" Roselyn yelled from below.

"My favorite little cousin!" Bridget pulled away from Bella and picked up little Roselyn.

"I miss ooo! Come home!"

Bridget smiled, "I wish I could."

"Of course you can," Arabella spoke.

"Yeah!"

"I am sorry, but I can not."

"Why?"

"I am married to your new cousin Blaise."

"So," Arabella laughed at her daughter being so blunt.

"That means I have to stay here and live with him."

"Forever?" Roselyn's eyes bugged out.

"Oliver has been asking about you," Arabella said changing the subject.

"So," Bridget shrugged to her aunt's statement.

Arabella gasped, "I knew it!"

Bridget's face turned a bit pink, but she acted as if she had no idea what her aunt was talking about. "What are you on about?"

"You still love him!"

"No I don't!"

"Liar!" Roselyn yelled from Bridget's hip.

"Takes after Uncle Sirius doesn't she? Blurting out things."

"She has got her mother's brain," Arabella stated. "Speaking of father's you are defiantly James's daughter.

"So what are you guys doing here?" Bridget said deciding to change the subject.

"I wanted to see you," Roselyn smiled up her Mummy.

"Roselyn has been bugging me night and day to come see her cousin Bridget. I have a appointment and I was wondering if you mind to watch Roselyn for me?"

"Of course not," Bridget's face got big and happy.

"I get to stay with Breeget?"

"Yes darling," Arabella said leaning over to Bridget to kiss Roselyn as Roselyn was still on Bridget's hip. "I should be back in an hour or two."

"Take as long as you like."

"As you all know that we hear at Grunnings have been going through a huge change. The owner died a little over a year ago. The three heirs to the company have some one else running the company for them as they are all very busy."

"This is ridiculous," Vernon Dursley up roared. "In the last eighteen years our company has switched hands."

"Because of tragedies that are out of our own control," the Vice President of Grunnings spoke up. "Our new President Mrs.…."

"You expect us to listen to a woman?" Vernon roared again.

"Yes," she came stepping in out in a clean suit and her long blonde hair following her. "You will report to me or one of my advisors. I am your new President, Mrs. Arabella Black."

Ginerva Potter's eyes bugged out when she saw the gray liquid in her cauldron turn yellow for the fourth time today.

"Merlin," she sighed when she fell into one of the kitchen chairs beside James's highchair.

The fourteenth month old baby gurgled because his mother was entertaining him.

"How did this happen?"

"How did what happen?" Harry asked walking into the kitchen in his Auror robes just home from work.

Ginny jumped out of her chair trying to change the subject. "What would you like for dinner tonight?"

"You haven't started dinner yet?" Harry frowned,

"No, I am sorry."

"What is this?" Harry asked looking into the cauldron at the yellow substance.

"You might went to sit."

Harry looked down at the seat he was already sitting in. "Okay?"

"I am pregnant, again."

"What?" Harry's eyes bugged out. "Are…Are…you sure?"

"I am late and I am never late. I have been sick the last few mornings. I did three pregnancy tests in that cauldron and they all turned yellow."

"Yellow means?"

"I am pregnant!"

"Are you positive?"

"I haven't seen a Healer yet," Ginny pointed out. "But I believe so. You sound like you don't want it."

Harry pulled Ginny down into his lap, "Of course I am happy. I am just surprised. James is only a little over a year old."

"I know," Ginny sighed.

"I don't understand, we have used birth control spells every time since after we had James."

"Not every time."

"What? When?"

"The night Bridget married Blaise," Harry's face got hard and Ginny knew why. Bridget still would not talk to Harry. It had been three months now.

"I thought we did."

"No we were both a bit too drunk."

"How far are you along?"

"Three months I think, but let's hear what the Healer says first. I will make an appointment first thing tomorrow.

Dear Bridget,

I really wish you would forgive Harry. He misses you so much and he is so worried about you. After all, you never leave that estate. Are you avoiding us on purpose because of Harry's outburst at the wedding?"

I have got good news for you! I am pregnant again! I went to see a Healer earlier today, and I am three months pregnant. Susan, Adora, Arabella, and Harry are all excited. So am I. I wish you would come to see me.

Love you,

Ginny, Harry, and James

Bridget showed Blaise the letter she had just received, "Can you please let off the curse for a few hours, please!"

"How do I know you won't go get the ministry after me?"

"I know you will hunt me down and kill me. I wanted to see my nephew and my best friend. They are starting to suspect something is up with me never around anymore."

"Fine," Blaise sighed. "If you will quit nagging me. Two hours, that is it."

"Thank you!" She hugged him tightly.

"On condition."

"What?"

"I get what I want out of you when you come home. You know your wifely duties."

"Fine," Bridget snapped. "I will sleep with you when I get home. Happy?"

"Very," he smirked.

"Coming!" Ginny Potter yelled at the person whom had just knocked at her door.

"Surprise!" Bridget yelled when Ginny opened the door.

"Bridget," Ginny's eyes bugged out and she shut the door behind her. "What are you doing here?"

"What!" Bridget asked, "What do you mean what am I doing here?"

"Ginny?" Harry asked opening the door, "What is taking you so long?" Harry saw Bridget and got as white as a ghost. "Bridget?"

"Hey Harry."

"What are you doing here?"

"What is wrong with the two of you? Sorry about blowing up at you at the wedding."

"No," Ginny shot her head at Harry. "It was Harry's fault."

"Hey!" Harry yelled.

"Well it was…"

"True," Harry sighed. "Sorry."

"Harry, Ginny?" Came a voice opening the door. "James spit up on me."

Oliver saw Bridget and she saw him, "Bridget?" He gasped.

"I will take James and wash him up," Harry said taking his son from Oliver.

Oliver and Bridget were looking at one another and forgot Ginny was there. Then Bridget remembered, she was married and could not touch Oliver.

"I should go," Oliver spoke up.

"I thought you were staying for dinner?" Ginny asked.

"Yeah, but you haven't seen Bridget since she married Zambini…"

Bridget felt a stab to the heart by that statement.

"Besides I am sure he doesn't want me anywhere near you."

"Don't worry about Blaise," Bridget smiled a sad smile. "I will go home."

"No, you stay."

"Oliver, I swear it is fine with me as long as it is okay with Ginny."

"Fine with me," Ginny smiled.

Harry ran back outside with a screaming James, "Ginny." Harry said looking really worried, "He's burning up and I can't get him to calm down."

James was screaming at the top of his lungs and had his arms out towards his mother.

Ginny took James away from Harry and kissed the top of his head and her eyes bugged out, "Harry! I have never felt him this hot before! We have got to run to St. Mungo's, go get a diaper bag ready."

"I should go," Bridget said looking at her upset little nephew.

"No," Ginny yelled over a screaming baby. "You just got here and I haven't seen you since the wedding. Please stay, we shouldn't be that long. Especially with him this hot."

"Maybe I should go by Arabella's?"

"Bella is out to dinner with Remus."

"What?"

"To thank her for letting him stay with her," Ginny was trying to still yell over the baby.

"Then Susan…"

"No she has Lily, Breeanna, and Roselyn at a birthday party for one of their playmates. Please just stay here."

"Yeah hopefully we won't be too long," Harry said rushing out with the diaper bag. "Come on Ginny, let's Floo. Oliver please stay too, we should be back soon."

Bridget walked back in the house and sat on the couch and Oliver shut the door behind him. Bridget's stomach growled really bad.

"Do you want to go out to dinner to catch up?" Oliver asked and then Bridget began to laugh hysterically. "What?"

"I am a Potter married to Blaise Zambini, who everyone thinks he is a Death Eater…"

"He is…"

"You are the famous Auror and Prisoner of War and everyone knows how much we use to be in love."

"Who said use to?" Oliver asked.

"Anyways we can not go out to dinner because everyone will write all kinds of crap in tabloids."

"Like they are writing that you are over me…"

"I should be getting home now…"

"No," Oliver said touching Bridget's hand which shot tingles up and down their bodies. "I didn't mean to offend you, I would never want to offend you."

"Well you did."

"What if I order some take out? We could maybe catch up on times?"

"Sure," Bridget shrugged. "Nothing wrong with two old friends catching up, but I have to be home in a couple of hours. Blaise should be off of work by then," Bridget lied. She knew then the curse would be back in effect and she couldn't be the death of Oliver, hell she had already been that before because Blaise wanted her to be his wife and unfortunately she is.

Once their takeout showed up and they were eating at Harry and Ginny's dining room table the conversation started back up.

"So how is your mother?"

"I almost gave her a heart attack, she thought she was seeing a ghost."

"Oh poor Lynette."

Oliver smiled at Bridget which got her heart racing, "Thank you."

"For?" Bridget asked a bit lost.

"For being there for my Mum when the two of you thought I was…well…"

"Dead?"

"Yeah. You know she told me how the both of you grieved over me."

"Oliver, please."

"Sorry," he apologized. "So how is married life?"

"It's good," Bridget lied smiling from ear to ear. "I am mostly alone all the time though."

"Oh?"

"Blaise is working for the French Ministry of Magic and is always gone now. It is usually just his mother, the house-elf, and me."

"You haven't gone to work?"

"No, I enjoy being a housewife."

Oliver narrowed his eyes at her, Bridget had always loved fashion and she had talked about going to fashion school and doing her own line of dress robes. "When was the last time you were at your estate in Milan?"

"My home from my parents?" Bridget's eyes lit up as she had always loved the estate in Milan.

"Yeah."

"Wow," Bridget said frowning trying to remember. "Been a long while since I was out there, summer before I graduated. Last time I was out there was when you went out there with me before…"

"Our trip to Vegas, right before I went out into the field."

"Yeah," Bridget nodded as she felt tears filling up into her eyes and Oliver saw them but he knew Bridget would be really upset if he knew that she was tearing up. "Seems like such a long time ago…"

"I know," Oliver nodded. "I didn't believe it, but you have actually gotten even more beautiful then I remember."

"Oliver stop…"

"I'm serious."

"Oliver stop, please!"

"Sorry."

They finished eating and they went back into the family room, "They sure have been gone for a while now." Bridget said looking down at her watch and saw she only had another ten minutes before she needed to get home.

"Might have been a long night at the emergency room, or maybe they might keep him overnight."

"I hope he is alright."

"He will be."

"How do you know that?" Bridget asked looking into Oliver's beautiful gray eyes and Oliver had forgotten how Bridget's eyes use to always pull him in. "I can't lose my little nephew too."

"I promise you he will be alright, babies get high fevers all the time."

"I should be going," Bridget said standing up.

"Why?" Oliver asked looking truly crestfallen, "Harry and Ginny should be back anytime now."

"Blaise will be waiting on me and he hasn't seen me all day," Bridget lied again.

"If you were my wife, I would want you home after I got home from a long day of work."

"Stop it," Bridget said with tears falling down her face.

"No," Oliver shook his head. "You know if I hadn't been taken hostage during that mission we would be married right now."

"Stop it…"

"No," Oliver said taking Bridget into his arms. "You know we would be married and you would not be miserable right now."

"I'm not miserable."

"Quit lying to me," Oliver said picking her chin up to look straight into her eyes. "You can lie to anyone else in the world but you know that I know you better than you know yourself. You are lying. You are miserable. Leave him, come back to me."

"I can't," Bridget sobbed for once not lying to Oliver. "I can't."

"Yes you can."

"No you don't understand, I can't."

"Yes you can," Oliver said sweeping a piece of hair out of her face. "I will be there for you, just please come back to me. I am miserable without you, the whole time I was captive I only thought about you."

"I only thought about you too. My family convinced me that you were dead and that I should move on. I didn't want to move on," she sobbed heart racking sobs.

Oliver pulled Bridget's face closer and closer to his. Their lips were just about to touch when Bridget's watch began to go off.

Bridget pulled back and her eyes widened, she could honestly be the death of the only man she ever loved. "I have got to go…"

"Bridget please don't…"

"You don't understand I have to," Bridget said apparating back to the Zambini Manor. Bridget waved her wand over her face to get rid of the tears that had fallen down her face.

"What a wonderful wife I have," Blaise said wrapping his arms around her waist and she instantly felt her skin crawl.

"Wonderful wife? You said days ago that I was the worlds worst wife because I refused to sleep with you."

"That was a few days ago…"

Bridget turned around to look him straight in his eyes, "I refuse to because you are having an affair in my home!"

"My home, your house is in Milan."

"You won't let me go to it!"

"Watch your mouth, dear."

"You helped keep Oliver hostage and you tricked me into marriage because I thought the one true love of my life was dead!"

"You will come to love me," he smirked.

"You wish."

"You are back on time, which amazes me."

"I would not risk Oliver's life because I disobeyed one of your ridiculous rules."

"You owe me…"

"I know," Bridget's face fell. "Let's go get it done with so I can go back to my side of the house."

Ginny got back home with Harry carrying the baby bag and some stuff from St. Mungo's that the Healer had prescribed for baby James. The sleeping baby was in Ginny's arms and she laid him down in the playpen.

"Bridget? Oliver?"

"In here," Oliver said from the kitchen at the kitchen table.

"Where is Bridget?" Harry asked following his wife once they were in the kitchen and noticed that the youngest Potter was not present.

"She went home to her husband," Oliver said downing the rest of his Firewhiskey bottle. "Why did she have to marry him!"

"We all thought you were dead," Ginny said sitting next to Oliver while Harry fixed some coffee to sober Oliver up a bit. "We all encouraged her to move on since you were dead."

"I understand move on, but not go backwards."

"That's what I said," Harry said handing Oliver a cup of coffee.

"I still love her," Oliver said looking up to Ginny and Ginny gasped to see his beautiful eyes were bloodshot. "I can't live without her and I know he has some kind of hold on her."

"We all know that," Ginny sighed. "Something has got to be going good if she actually came over today, we hadn't seen her in three months."

"He has some kind of hold over her and he is keeping her away from you guys. I heard some horrible things in there. They want to isolate her and turn her against all of you."

"She would never turn," Harry yelled.

"Shh!" Ginny snapped, "The baby is sleeping."

"No Harry is right," Oliver nodded. "She loves you all too much, but they don't know that. They also don't know about her telekinetics."

Bridget was back in her wing of the house starting at her body in her full length mirror that was in her bathroom. She felt totally disgusted with herself for sleeping with Blaise, but if that was the way she was going to be able to see her family then that was what she was going to have to do. Bridget knew he would eventually find a way to fight her telekinetics, so it was either him force her to sleep with him. Or anytime she wanted to go out she would have to offer him sex when she got back.

In Bridget's mind she didn't sleep with Blaise at all, in fact all she saw was Oliver. That wonderful man she would always love, Oliver Wood.

Regret can tear you apart, or regret can be a way to escape loneliness. Maybe even a way to see your one true love…