Chapter 11

Pride, such a nasty word. A word that usually gets you in lots and lots of trouble. Unfortunately most of the Potters have a pride like none other. Harry and Bridget had inherited this pride from none other than their father.

Harry had too much pride to accept his baby sister's marriage to Blaise Zambini, even after his aunts, sister, and wife have pointed out that Bridget hadn't tried to leave Blaise or asked for any of their help.

Bridget had walked in on her husband in bed with one of her enemies from school. Blaise had also helped in the kidnapping and imprisonment of her one true love. Blaise was also still a Death Eater and worshiped the ground that Autumn and Neville Longbottom walked on, or as most people know them as 'Queen and King of the Death Eaters.'

Bridget had too much pride to run back to her family and let them know that they were right and we was over her head in trouble with this marriage.

Pride what a nasty, nasty word.

Blaise had become even more possessive over Bridget and it was driving her insane. Blaise hadn't found out about the little time that Bridget has spent alone with Oliver, because of James running a high fever a little over two months ago. What Blaise did know was that Oliver had always been very close with Bridget's family and that he still was. Blaise was afraid that his wife was cheating on him with Oliver Wood.

Bridget reassured him that she was not cheating on him and that the only person that was cheating in their marriage was him with Hannah Abbott.

Bridget really loathed her husband, but of course her family did not know this. Bridget had too much pride to let her family know what a horror show her life had become, because everyone had warned her about this.

Blaise wasn't able to slap Bridget around like he had done that first night. Bridget had been so surprised by his attack that her telekinetics hadn't kicked in to protect her, but then again back then she thought he was still a good man and a good husband. Boy had she been wrong. Blaise had tried to raise his hand to her a couple of more times after that, but Bridget's powers were to strong for him.

What tickled Bridget pink was that he couldn't understand what was going on. His pride was too strong for him to think that a halfblood witch could be more powerful than a pureblood wizard.

Blaise also had too much pride to let his wife decide she is not going to have sex with him ever again. In fact Bridget had to put out quite a bit lately.

Bridget had too much pride to let me just take over her, in fact she was locked up all the time in her side of the wing of the Zambini Manor. Bridget could not leave the manor unless she promised to make love to him before she left.

The thought of it still made her skin crawl, but then again she never saw him. She would imagine she was with Oliver and it made the time go by.

A very pregnant Ginerva Potter was fighting with her nineteen month old son, James. James was saying a few words here and there. Now James had figured out his favorite word, "No."

"James, Mummy needs you to eat this." Ginerva said trying to feed him cereal. Bridget should be by any minute now and they were suppose to be shopping all day for baby stuff.

…Flashback…

For some reason through out the entire pregnancy, no one had been able to find out the sex of the new baby on the way. Just the other day Adora stopped by and put her hands upon Ginny's abdomen.

"A little girl and boy," Adora said with her eyes wide open and looking from Harry to Ginny.

"You…you mean the twins!" Ginny's eyes bugged out.

"I saw them…well like years from now. It's the two children I saw in my fourth year at Hogwarts."

As soon as Ginny had time she had owled Bridget to let her know and Bridget had written back in no time at all.

Ginny had plenty of baby boy things from James, and Susan was letting Ginny borrow things that didn't fit Lily anymore. There were still so many things to get and get done before the twins were among them.

...End of Flashback...

"No, no, no, no!" James yelled throwing a fit. "Mummy no, mummy no!"

"James, Mummy needs you to…"

"Is he turning into his terrible twos?" Bridget asked walking into the kitchen.

"No," Ginny said standing up and backing away from James. "He has been in his terrible twos and he is driving poor fat Mummy crazy."

"You are not fat," Bridget said hugging her best friend. "You are just eight months pregnant with the twins!"

"I know," Ginny sighed. "I don't think I can be this terrific mother that the prophecy says I am to them. James is a handful enough, but then two more children?"

"You will be fine," Bridget waved it off and taking James out of this highchair. "You are a wonderful mother to James and you will be the same to the twins."

"I have some snacks for him the diaper bag, but for some reason he won't eat his cereal."

Bridget looked down and then turned to the baby, "I don't blame you kid. That looks like the stuff you use to spit up."

"Please don't encourage him Bridget."

There was a knock at the door and Bridget frowned, "Were you expecting someone?"

"Not really?" Ginny shook her head.

Both women went to the front door and Ginny opened the door to see the rest of the Potter women. Arabella, Roselyn, Adora, Susan, Breeanna, and Lily. "What are you all doing here?" Bridget asked but she was so happy to see all of her family.

"Ginny mentioned that the two of you are going shopping, so we invited ourselves." Arabella said pulling her youngest niece into a bone crushing hug. "I missed you so much."

"I have missed you all to, but I have been busy being the perfect housewife." Bridget lied.

"Let's get going," Adora said trying to change the subject of Bridget being married to that monster.

Oliver Wood was sitting in his office at the Auror Office very frustrated. Minister Weasley had put Oliver on paperwork duty, which just pissed Oliver off. Oliver was not let back on the field until his Healer said it was okay. So now Oliver was stuck in this office while the going on-s in his head about Bridget were driving him insane.

He hadn't seen her since the night that Ginny and Harry brought James to the hospital for his high fever. That had been five months ago and he neither seen her nor heard from her. Of course he had figured that this would happen.

Oliver knew how obsessive Blaise was over Bridget and now that Oliver wasn't locked up in a dungeon and free, he would never see Bridget again.

The day of shopping with the girls had been a blast and Bridget really realized how much she truly missed her family now that she was married to that bastard Blaise Zambini.

Adora had gotten a new wardrobe and had gotten Ron a present as their fifth year dating anniversary was coming up. Adora was just going on and on about how she couldn't believe that Ron had put up with her stubborn bum.

James had been whining at his mother all day that he wanted to go home, and his runny nose and little cough was not helping any either. Ginny was so pregnant that she was wobbling like a duck, but the pregnancy glow just made her beautiful.

Arabella had to keep telling off Roselyn because Roselyn and Breeanna kept running off and hiding under robe racks in clothing stores.

Susan had been carrying a very cranky Lily who was just not going to be cooperative today, because shecouldn'trun after Breeanna when she would run off with Roselyn.

As they were all leaving Bridget sighed, as much as she loved her family she was honestly glad that they were leaving.

"Are you sure you don't want to have dinner with us tonight?" Ginny asked Bridget looking at her oddly.

"I'm sure. How often do I actually get to leave the house?" Bridget asked.

"I still think he's the reason you are home all the time, not you being Mrs. Housewife."

"You are wrong," Bridget lied. "I still have a few things I need to get here in Diagon Alley before I go home."

"You sure you will be okay out here, on your own?"

"I'm sure, now go home before James dies of whining too much."

"Okay, you've got a point." Ginny laughed, "but I better see you before we have the twins."

"I promise," Bridget said hugging Ginny goodbye and kissing James on top of his head right before they walked into the Leaky Cauldron to Floo back home.

Bridget sighed as she was the last Potter standing in Diagon Alley and decided she needed a night out for herself.

There it was, a very big ghost from her past, but for some reason she couldn't help but walk towards it.

Cauldron was as hoppin' as it had been on the last time she had been here. Bridget couldn't believe that it had been almost two years ago. Bridget remembered how much pain Cauldron had brought her, but she remembered how much pleasure Cauldron had brought her.

Sure she started partying here and doing drugs after Neville had raped her, and that was the bad part about Cauldron. Bridget loved the way she felt when she danced, but Oliver had come to be her night in shining armor and tried to take care of her when he saw her spiraling downwards.

As Cauldron was a costume club only, Bridget had went to buy a new costume. Bridget would have been worried about the curfew that her husband kept her on, but he never had said a time to get back. Yes very odd behavior for Blaise Zambini, but Bridget was seeing more and more of her family and he was beginning to trust her. Or the fact could be is that he had some kind of Death Eater thing tonight and most likely would not be home until early tomorrow morning. So sometime tomorrow Bridget would have to pay him for her being independent for the day.

Bridget went to the costume shop in Diagon Alley and decided that she would go to Hogsmeade and go dancing at the hottest Wizarding Club on this continent. Bridget had blue Muggle color contact lens in her eyes and a blonde long straight wig upon her head. Bridget had a very sexy Alice in Wonderland costume on and decided that no one would be able to recognize her.

Not only was she blonde now, she had a different eye color, and she didn't look at all like the Potter that she was. Hopefully she would be just a sexy nineteen year old, dancing her heart away.

Oliver had no idea why he came to this place, after all it only held heartache for him. Oliver had come here every night since he got out of that dungeon. He knew the only reason Bridget had ever came here was because she had been spiraling out of control two years ago, but he also knew how much Bridget loved to dance.

Every night he sat in the corner drinking a butterbeer and scanning through the crowds trying to find that one familiar face.

Oliver met many beautiful women every night that would try to convince him to go home with them, and every night he declined.

Six months of coming every night was really starting to wear into him, and he decided that if he didn't see her tonight then he would never come back again.

Only thing was Oliver didn't really expect to ever see her here, but his wish would come true tonight.

After an hour or so being there Oliver noticed that the floor looked more packed then usual. The Oliver noticed that there were a lot of guys surrounded around someone, which was weird because the guys usually didn't pack around one girl.

Oliver noticed a guy from work passing by Oliver's table that was heading back into the crowd, "Hey Paul!"

Paul turned around to see Oliver in an all black outfit that looked non-other than a Zorro costume that he had worn one time when he was trailing Bridget here. "You wearing that costume again? I swear you only have two or three that you just wear every other night."

"Yeah yeah," Oliver waved off. "What is going on up there?"

"Like you care?" Paul chuckled getting closer to his friend, "All you do all night is sit here and drink butterbeer. I see tons of hot witches coming over and trying to hook up and you swat them away."

"I'm waiting…"

"I know for that girl you are head over heels for, when do I get to meet her?"

"Whenever she realizes her marriage is a fraud and a sham."

"Oh yeah," Paul nodded. "I forgot you are in love with the youngest Potter."

"We are not talking about Bridget," Oliver growled. "I asked you what is going on up there?"

"Oh," Paul said giving his friend a sly look. "Total hot witch, never seen her before. Defiantly knows how to move her body, all the guys are mesmerized by her. Cute blonde, probably your type. Let's go get you some tail."

Oliver got up and followed his friend, he wasn't interested in getting any 'tail,' but he was bored and wanted to see what was all the commotion.

Bridget Lynn Potter-Zambini was dancing the night away and she was the center of attention, once again. Not because of who she was for once, but of the way she looked and the way she danced. That was what she had always really loved about Cauldron, no one knew who you were and you could be yourself. Not what the tabloids said she was.

Bridget had danced with a few choice guys here and there but none of them could really keep up with her. They had encircled her and every time Bridget shooed away the loser that couldn't dance with her, another loser would try to peruse her.

Then a very tall guy in a Zorro costume stepped up, but she giggled as she saw he really didn't step up. In fact a friend had pushed him forward, must not have been a good dancer. Bridget thought she play with him and grabbed his hand and pulled him on the floor with her.

The crowd around her roared and she smiled and looked up, and she gasped. His eyes…his eyes were so familiar, too familiar.

Before she could say anything her favorite club song started and she got wrapped up in the music and this mystery guy got wrapped up in her.

There was a familiarity in the way he moved and the way he held her when they danced, after a while the crowd moved away as they realized that these two were most likely going to dance all night. Girls gave up on the guy that they had tried to dance with for months now and the guys gave up on the mystery girl.

Another one of Bridget's favorite songs came on and she turned to dance face to face with the guy, instead of them grinding with her backside to his front.

"You are a marvelous dancer!" She said getting close to his ear as they were dancing and her body got very much closer to his.

"You aren't too bad yourself," he chuckled at her and she pulled back and her eyes got wide as she looked into those very familiar eyes.

"Do I know you?"

He pulled her closer and began to dance during a slow song, "Of course you do…Bridget."

She pulled back and stopped dancing, no one was suppose to recognize her. "Pardon?"

Oliver pulled Bridget off of the dance floor and to his usual table at the very back of the club where no one ever really liked to go, smelled a bit like mold.

"Unhand me this instant!" She said as she yanked his hand off of her shoulder, "You have me mistaken with someone else!"

"No I don't and I saw you recognize me too," Oliver said as he pulled off his hat and his mask.

Bridget saw the man she had been dancing with for hours and her heart melted, "Oliver?" She asked as tears began to fall down her face.

"Sit, please." He pulled her down into the booth with him.

"Are you following me again?" Bridget asked as she looked at him in awe, "I am married why are you trying to pursue me?"

"Bridget," Oliver said placing his hands on her. "Shh, I'm not. I know you are married and I know you don't want to be me with me anymore…"

"That's not true and you know it," Bridget said turning away as a few more tears fell down her face.

"Then why don't you leave him and we could get back together. Start our life together like we had talked about…"

"It's not that easy…"

"Of course it is, I miss you."

Bridget sighed, "I miss you too. Not a day goes by that I don't think about you."

"Then…"

"I can't," Bridget shook her head. "It's complicated.

"Why are you back here? You aren't taking drugs again and drinking again, are you?"

"No," Bridget said honestly.

"Then why is a married woman at a single's club?"

"If you are going to be like this then I am not going to talk to you…"

"Sorry," Oliver apologized and she felt that he really was.

"Blaise is out tonight…"

"Let me guess on that Death Eater attack that I am not able to go fight in because my Healer is still concerned about me?"

"I have no idea, but he and his mother aren't home."

"That place is not your home, your home is at Arabella's."

Bridget ignored his statement, even though she knew he was right. "I felt like dancing, but I didn't want anyone to recognize me and I remembered that everyone wore costumes and couldn't be recognized if you didn't want to be. So I came here. What are you doing here?"

"I have been coming here every night since I got back."

"Why?"

"Some small part of me wished that one day I would see you in here and be able to dance with you one last time. As a matter of fact I told myself tonight that this was the last night I was going to come, because I hadn't had any luck of seeing you yet."

"I won't be back," Bridget said sighing. "I just needed some me time."

Oliver nodded, "We all do."

"Want a drink?"

"What!"

"I'm not taking anything, I just want a drink." Bridget shrugged, "I'm of age."

Oliver sighed, "Fine but let's not over do it."

"Here's a deal," Bridget smiled. "If you buy the drinks, I will keep dancing with you."

"Under one circumstance."

"Okay, what?"

"Take the contacts out."

Bridget smiled as these things were obnoxiously annoying anyways, "Deal."

The music, dancing, and drinks got them to really open up. Bridget had forgotten how dancing had let all of her problems just wash away.

Bridget woke up laying next to someone and she groaned. She must have forgotten to lock the door again and Blaise had crawled in bed with her. Great, she really didn't want to have sex with him this early in the morning.

"Morning beautiful," someone rolled over to kiss her on the forehead.

Bridget's eyes bugged out as she knew that voice and when Bridget opened her eyes she saw Oliver. That's when it all came back to her…