Chapter 14

"What!" Remus and Arabella yelled at the same time.

The tone of their voice didn't scare or surprise Roselyn like it usually would have. She just smiled again and pointed to Remus and said, "Daddy!"

Arabella and Remus looked at each other, this was not good.

Arabella got out of her seat and kneeled down to Roselyn's level, "Love, why do you think Uncle Remus is your Daddy."

"He is Daddy."

"No, no honey he is not."

"Bree said."

"Oh boy," Arabella sighed. This was another thing that Roselyn inherited from her father, that once she thought something was right she stuck with it. Very, very stubborn baby. "What did Breeanna tell you?"

"She was talking about her Daddy and I said I no have one. Bree says that a Daddy is a big boy that lives with a Mummy. Draco is Bree Daddy because he lives with Susie."

"Oh boy," Arabella sighed again. "Honey, that is not what a Daddy is."

"Oh," Roselyn's face had fallen. "What is Daddy?"

"Come here." Arabella said walking into the living room and taking a picture off of the mantel piece and getting the two year old to crawl in her lap as they sat on the sofa. Remus took the armchair across from the two Black women. "Who is this?"

"Mummy!"

"Who is this?"

"Rosie!" Roselyn said pointing to herself.

"Do you know who this is?" Arabella asked pointing to the man with his arm around Arabella's waist and holding the infant Roselyn.

"Yes!"

"Really?" Arabella's heartbeat began to speed up, could she really remembering him? She was still so young and she had been even younger when he had been murdered.

"That is the big boy you look at in pictures and cry."

Arabella's stomach fell, she had never wanted Roselyn to see her crying over Sirius.

"That is right honey," Arabella kissed the top of her toddlers head and she was happy with being right. "This is also your daddy."

"Daddy?" Roselyn looked confused.

"Yes honey."

"Where is Daddy?"

Arabella sighed, "You remember hearing me and cousins Harry, Sadie, and Bridget talk about Aunt Lily and Uncle James?"

"Yes."

"When I talk to Adora about Grandpa Anthony?"

"Yes Mummy."

"Where do I tell you they go?"

"Heaben!"

"Yes love, Heaven. Aunt Lily, Uncle James, Grandpa Anthony, Grandma Bridget, Grandpa Joe Evans, and Grandma Roselyn Evans look down on you Harry, Bridget, Sadie, and Adora."

"I member."

"That is where your Daddy is."

"Oh," Roselyn looked sad and confused. "Why?"

"Because he had to go."

"Okay, when he comes back?"

"He doesn't love."

"Why not?"

"Because he can not, love. He just can not. He died when you were a little baby and he went to Heaven to look down on us and watch over us."

"When can I see Daddy?"

"I have lots of pictures for you to see of Daddy."

"No," Roselyn shook her head, she still didn't understand. "When I get to hug and kiss Daddy like Mummy."

"When you go to Heaven."

"When I go to Heaben?"

"Hopefully a long, long time from now."

Roselyn nodded, "Can Uncle Remus be new Daddy?"

Remus got out of the arm chair and sat on the floor in front of Arabella and Roselyn, "I would never want to replace your Daddy, Roselyn. I can be your awesome Uncle Remus. We do things that Daddy's and little girls do. We can go to the park when your Mum needs to run an errand, we can play with your dollies. Anything else you want to do."

"I likes that," Roselyn nodded.

"Me too," Remus smiled.

"Mummy likes?"

"Of course love," Arabella kissed the toddler on the head again. "Now I need to give you a bath and then bedtime."

"I not tired," Roselyn yawned.

"Okay," Arabella smiled. "We will see."

Bridget's bedroom door slam down to the ground and both Bridget and Oliver turned around to see a very angry Blaise Zambini.

"You!" Blaise yelled storming into the room, "Get away from my wife!"

Blaise put his hand upon Bridget's arm and he was instantly thrown across the room, "Damn it Bridget!"

"Don't you talk to my wife like that!" Oliver roared and stepped in front of Bridget.

Blaise stood up in an anger, "Your wife! Are you joking me! Don't you remember Bridget married me on the night you escaped from Autumn's lair?"

"Yes I remember that fake wedding, because if I would not have escaped you would have killed me in front of Bridget as a wedding present to her."

"It was not fake I have our marriage certificate!"

"Yes but I have our marriage certificate…"

"The two of you were never married!"

"We were married before I ever started my Seventh Year at Hogwarts!" Bridget yelled as she got out from behind Oliver.

"What!" Blaise yelled looking at Bridget as if she was insane.

"What Oliver says is true," Bridget said grabbing Oliver's hand in hers. "We went to Vegas right before Oliver went out on his mission, in which you helped keep him captive. While we were in Vegas we went to a little chapel there and we ended up getting married."

"If you knew you were married to him you would have never married me Bridget."

"I know that," Bridget nodded. "Blaise, we were so drunk that night. We woke up the next morning and figured it was a fake wedding chapel. Hell we had Elvis marry us."

"It had to be fake!" Blaise yelled outraged.

"That is what we thought," Oliver said stepping back in front of Bridget. "We didn't find any kind of marriage certificate so we figured it was fake. After my supposed death, the chapel sent this," Oliver pulled out the marriage certificate. "To my mother's address, I had left it at the registry at the chapel. They sent it to my mother to prove that Bridget was my widow and set everything up for my funeral."

"So why didn't she not know?" Blaise asked losing his temper.

"My mother did not want Bridget to know that we were married and that before we were ever able to start a life together that I was killed. My mum figured it would just be easier for Bridget to never know."

"So that means," Oliver went on. "That Bridget was already married to me and the fact that I didn't die, that means that Bridget is my wife. That means that you are not married to Bridget, that your marriage was null in void."

"No!" Blaise lunged at Oliver, and they began to fight with Bridget screaming at the top of her lungs for them to stop.

"No!" Bridget screamed and Blaise flew across the room and was slammed into the wall. Knocked completely out, "Let's get out of here before he comes back to consciousness."

"What are we doing here?" Bridget asked looking around at her surroundings.

"Well," Oliver shrugged and he ran his hands through his hair. "We are married and I thought…"

"I am not ready yet," Bridget shook her head. "I mean I know that we are married and that we have slept together a few times but…"

Oliver hung his head low, "That is what I figured. Let's go to Bella's house."

"Okay," Adora said smiling from ear to ear. "That's the last of them all," Adora said throwing herself down upon the bed.

"Finally," Ron sighed as he joined Adora. "How much crap do you really own? I mean ten bags Adora! Don't you think you are going a little bit overboard?"

"Those are just my souvenirs from all my travels, we will have to pack all of my clothing and belongings tomorrow."

"What!" Ron sighed. "Why can't we just get a house elf to do it?"

"Ronald!" Adora yelled outraged, "You know how I am still the President of S.P.E.W. and have got now a little under a hundred members."

"Yeah, and it only took five years."

"Stuff it," Adora rolled her eyes.

"Blaise!" Autumn screamed as he threw the door down as he stormed into the room. "What the hell are you doing bursting in here like you own the place!"

"Revenge," Blaise growled.

"Excuse me?" Neville's eyes lit up, "What the hell are you talking about?"

"Bridget."

"What?" Both Longbottoms were confused.

"She left me."

"I always figured she would," Autumn cackled a cackle that sounded almost exactly the same as her deceased fathers.

"Didn't you have that curse I told you about on her?" Neville asked confused and also pissed that she was gone and most likely back in the arms of Oliver Wood.

"Yes I did…"

"Then he should be dead."

"One problem."

"You are incompetent?" Autumn guessed.

"No," Blaise said with gritted teeth. "We were never really married in the first place."

"What!"

"I know that minister was ordained," Autumn stood up outraged that another bloody Potter was happy.

"He was, but she was already married to someone else."

"What!" Neville and Autumn yelled at the same time again.

"Before Wood went on that mission that we ended up kidnapping him on, well they had a crazy night in Vegas and were married."

"What!"

"Yeah, I already knew but hid it from her. In fact I saw them in that chapel that night, after they left I asked the muggle if those marriages were legit. She said they were, so after Wood and Bridget passed out I stole the marriage certificate and burned it. After it was announced that Wood was dead, they sent a marriage certificate to his mother's address, the one he put down for his address. His mother kept it from Bridget at the funeral, afraid that it would make her more upset. He told her all this tonight and since she is not legally my wife, then that spell doesn't keep her bound down to me."

"What do you propose that we do?" Autumn asked looking somewhat amused.

"Move up the attack on the Potter kids. Instead of waiting until I made Bridget move over to our side, let's just attack them all."

"Yes," Autumn smiled from ear to ear. "Attack Gryffindors will most likely bring my grief from losing the baby away."

"When do we attack?" Neville wondered, as he too wanted to bring nothing but pain to the Potter clan.

"Get a hold of the Death Eaters, we attack now." Autumn said with a haunting smile.

"Bridget, love!" Arabella said taking her youngest niece in her arms and hugging her after what she had just heard what Bridget had gone through for the last four, almost five months. "So you are married to Oliver after all?"

"Yeah," Bridget smiled.

"When are you moving in with him?"

"Not yet," Bridget bit her lip as they sat in her old bedroom in her aunt's house. "I'm still a bit shaken from all of the torture Blaise put me through."

"Anyone would be love."

"Would it be okay if I stayed here for a while?"

"Of course that is fine, but what does your husband think?"

"Blaise?"

"No love," Arabella shook her head. "He is not your husband and obviously never has been. I am talking about Oliver."

"Oh yeah," Bridget smiled as she blushed a bit. A blush that was so familiar to Arabella, that was Lily's blush. It was a blush that Lily had every time she had talked about James, even when she denied her love for him. Bridget did have James's temper and stubbornness, but she was so much like Lily too. It was like this baby had never lost her connection with her mother on that horrible Halloween night. Sometimes Arabella could swear that little Bridget was Lily reincarnated. Then James in her stood out, and Arabella realized how much she truly missed her family and friends from Hogwarts. Lily, James, Sirius, and Narcissa. Thank Merlin, Remus wasn't dead after all.

"Oliver said he understood, and really that flat is too little for the two of us and all of my things."

"I am sure it would be no problem for him to move. Merlin knows the love that has bloomed between the two of you. Of all of your siblings, I think you deserve your happy ending more."

"Really?"

"Yes," Arabella nodded. "Yes the three of you have all been through your share of horrible experiences, but I think by far you have had the worse my love. Never knowing Lily nor James, in fact you were born on the day they were murdered. We had to take you out of your dead mother's womb."

"I know," Bridget looked down. She always hated talking about this, it hurt too much even after knowing it for three years now.

"You had no idea who you were for longer than Harry and Sadie. You were raped by Neville," another subject that Bridget didn't want to remember. "You thought Oliver was dead, you married Blaise just because he asked you, then you found out that Oliver was truly alive."

"I know…"

Arabella went on, "You let Blaise beat you, rape you, and anything he wanted to do to you without telling a soul."

"Star knew…"

"A house-elf?" Arabella rolled her eyes, "Yes a servant sworn to secrecy or be killed. You should have told us!"

"I know, but I didn't want to admit that you were all right and I was wrong. I didn't want everyone to know I was a failure."

"We wouldn't have…"

"Yes you would have," Bridget huffed. "Like I was when I would go to Cauldron on drinking binges and taking muggle drugs. Hell, I almost killed myself."

"I also know that love."

There was a knock on the bedroom door.

"Come in," Arabella spoke.

Remus opened the door to peak his head in, "You all right?"

"Yes," Bridget smiled. "Thank you," it was then that she noticed something she hadn't noticed before when she had been here. The way he looked at her and she was giving him a look she hadn't seen her give anyone since her Uncle Sirius had been alive. Could, could Aunt Arabella be moving on finally?

"Roselyn had a nightmare and is screaming at the top of her lungs," Remus said looking harassed. "I have no idea what to do…"

"Of course," Arabella giggled a giggle that Bridget also hadn't heard since Sirius had been alive. "I will be right there, could you fix her some chocolate milk and meet me back in her bedroom."

"Sure," and he was gone.

"What was that!" Bridget fell back on her old bed.

"What was what?" Arabella blushed.

"Nothing," Bridget lied. "Go take care of my little cousin."

"Okay, and you go to bed. You need your rest, I am sure Oliver will be here bright and early awaiting you to wake."

"Go!" Bridget yelled playfully pushing her aunt out of her bed.

Arabella left the room and closed the door gently, "Lily made over."

"Do what!" Was the scream from downstairs that awoke Bridget at noon the next day and she groaned. She didn't mean to have slept this long today, but she knew the three voices she had heard from downstairs and she didn't feel like putting up with them today.

Then it struck Bridget, Milan. It had been such a long time since she had been there, and oh how much she loved that estate! Was probably in horrible shape and of course it would be a while before she could move in it, but it would be lovely to avoid her sister, aunts, and sister-in-law by going see it this morning.

After creeping into the shower and back into her room, Bridget had waved her wand and smiled. A cute crop top, mid length skirt,raven coloredhair was curled at the ends, and her make up made her beautiful eyes pop. Bridget was in her favorite heels, when she heard them coming up the stairs. Bridget knew she couldn't apparate from inside the estate, so she Flooed from her room to Diagon Alley and would apparate from there to Milan.

The place was a disaster and it broke her heart to see it like this, but somewhere upstairs she heard music coming. As she crept upstairs she saw rose petals up the stairs and she froze, who was upstairs?

Then he stepped out of the first bedroom.

"I knew you would be here."

"How?" Her eyes glazed over.

"I know you to well."

Oliver walked up to her and kissed her cheek and slid the single cut rose behind her ear, to top off her entire outfit. "Merlin, you are beautiful."

"Oliver," she tried to walk away and then she heard it.

"Wait," he pulled her back into his arms as he heard it too. "Just this one song, just dance with me for this one song."

"I…"

"Please."

She didn't argue again, this was the song that they had danced to at the Halloween Ball the night he confirmed that he loved her as much as she had loved him. The night she was Juliet and he was her Romeo. A night to remember…

"Hotdog!" Harry chuckled.

"Happy for her," Draco smiled.

"Aren't we all!" Adora squealed.

"Anyone is better for Bridget than Blaise," Ron said putting his two cents in.

"Oliver is like a million times better for her," Ginny spoke.

"She deserves Oliver," Sadie nodded.

"Yes she does," Arabella smiled.

"Briget?" Roselyn asked looking up at her mother.

"She is out right now love, but she should be home soon."

Then there was a big explosion and everyone was thrown to the ground…

"Attack!" Autumn screamed as she saw the dust starting to fall and seeing the wall of the great Evans mansion fall down. "They are all in there attack!"

Before the dust finished falling and there was a scream of an inaudible word, Harry sat up and saw just bodies everywhere. With a cut to his cheek that was bleeding and scratches all over his forehead, glasses almost fallen off of his face. Harry muttered, "Is anyone else alive?"

"I love you Bridget Lynn Potter-Wood."

"I love you too," Bridget muttered against his neck as she was being mesmerized by the one and only man she loved.

He pulled her face up to his lips, "Kiss me."

"Drop the Potter."

"Huh?"

"Just Bridget Lynn Wood, drop the Potter…except for the presses."

"Whatever you want…"