Author's Note:Recommended listening Together Again by Evanescence.

Chapter 8

Madaline's P.O.V.

Dumbledor had come in and apologized for everything that had happened to me. He had no idea that Voldemort had hexed me, and the memory. Barty had to leave, but he had given Dumbledor a piece of his mind before doing so. Bartemius is going to be gone for a couple months and, surprisingly, he entrusted Embry to look after me. Two months is too long; I miss him dearly, but Embry's been good company. I could hear Embry and some of his friends talking a few feet away from me, so I pretended to still be asleep.

"You've imprinted on someone?" Embry asked someone.

"Yep," answered which ever friend he was talking to.

"That's great, Seth! Who's the lucky girl?"

"Her name is Malory Hanson..."

"What's she like?" Asked someone else.

"She's got red hair, brown eyes, she's a dancer... she takes Madaline's ballet class." Answered Seth.

"You dating her?" Asked Embry.

"Yep... one month, tomorrow." Everything was silent for a moment, "What about you and Madaline?"

Embry sighed, deeply, "I don't have a place in her heart, other than a friend."

"That's because you're too pussy to do anything," stated one of his friends.

"I am not, Paul, shut up," Embry snapped, "she's taken..."

"Relationships don't always last forever," said one of his friends.

"This one will, Jake... she loves him so much, I can tell by the way she looks at him."

"You never know-" another of his friends was cut off.

"No, Quil, you don't understand," he growled and exhaled, deeply, "She's married to him..."

"MARRIED?" They all exclaimed.

"Shh!" Embry shushed them, "She's sleeping..."

"Snape actually let her get married?" Asked Quil.

"Yeah..." Embry sighed, "and she's happy with him."

"Who?" Asked Jacob.

"None of you know him..." Embry answered, "his name is Barty Cruch Junior. And he loves her just as much as I do."

"She's your imprint, Embry," started Paul, "you should be with her."

"There's nothing I can do!"

"It's easy for you to say, Paul," stated a voice that I didn't catch the name of, "Your imprint doesn't have a boyfriend and doesn't push everyone away that gets close."

Is that how everyone really views me? So cold shouldered...

"Shut up, Jared! You leave Heaven out of this!" Paul threatened.

"Cool it guys," said Jacob.

"What are you gonna do, Em?" Asked Seth.

"I don't know..." Embry sounded heartbroken, close to crying, "I can't do anything... she loves him."

"But she's your im-" they were cut off by Embry shouting.

"You think I don't know that, Quil? What the hell am I supposed to do? She's fucking married, and she's not getting a divorce anytime soon!"

Things were silent for a few minutes, but Jared broke the silence, "What makes you think that?"

Embry sighed, deeply, "You don't see the way they look at each other... She looks at him with so much love, and why shouldn't she? He's been there for her... healing her when Snape couldn't, after her mother was murdered. All while falling in love with her in the process... and he looks at her with all this adoration and love... like she's a goddess. She's his everything... and he's hers."

I felt a tear roll from the corner of my left eye, onto the pillow, but still didn't move. I stayed on my side and listened as the boys all said 'sorry', to Embry, then left. I heard Embry come over to my bed and could sense his presence in front of me. I made no move, but I felt lips press to my forehead... then Embry left. I waited until I couldn't hear his footsteps from the halls, then sat up. I'm his mate, he loves me, but he's willing to give it all up... for me and my happiness. I wiped away my tears and heard footsteps coming back to me. I turned my head and smiled when I saw Bartemius coming towards me.

He smiled, "Hey, Sweetheart..." He kissed me on the lips, "Are you ready to go?"

I smiled and nodded, keeping Embry in the back of my mind. Bartemius helped me out of my clothes, running his fingers over the skin he exposed. He ran his fingertips down my ribs and leaned forward to kiss me. I moaned, softly, as he kissed down my body, laying me down on my back. He got down to the apex of my thighs and kissed the insides of my thighs. I thought he was going to do something, but he came back up and kissed my neck.

"When we get home," he whispered in my ear, "I promise..."

I nodded and he helped me get into sweatpants and a T-shirt. After he helped me dress, I saw that he had my trunk next to the bed. I looked at it, confused, and Bartemius looked at it, then back at me.

He smiled, softly, at me as he ran his hands up and down on my upper arms, "You'll be staying in Crouch Manor, with me, until you're healed."

I smiled up at him, "How big is your bed?"

He laughed, "It's a King... So, there's enough room... and then a little extra."

I smiled and he took me to Dumbledor's office. When we got there, Dumbledor was sitting at his desk. The door shut behind us, and Dumbledor looked up, then came towards us.

He put his hand on my shoulder as he spoke, "How are you, My Dear?"

I nodded, "I'm feeling better..."

"Trust me, when I say, I didn't know-"

"Don't worry about it... it's all in the past, now."

"It's times like these when I'm grateful that you're like your mother." He sighed, "I want to show you something, come."

He led me into a room, inside of his office, and flicked his wand to light the floating candles. I let out an exasperated breath as I looked around... the pictures were everywhere. The room was like a shrine... all of the people that had died by Voldemort, or his followers', hands were up on the wall. Random pictures of them with a gold engraving of their name on the bottom of the frame. I walked around the room, running my fingers over any name that I knew.

Frank Longbottom

Alice Longbottom

Sirius Black

Lily Potter

James Potter

Cedric Diggory

Myrtle Dimit

Dimit... I never knew Myrtle's last name. I was about to turn away, but I saw something. I ran my fingers over another name, took the picture off the wall, and tears filled my eyes as I sat on the couch. Bartemius sat next to me as I ran my fingers over the glass and Bartemius rubbed circles on my back. Dumbledor came over to me and knelt down in front of me.

"Your mother was a kind and beautiful woman," Dumbledor told me, "You are so much like her, Madaline..." He sighed, "I think the only times I saw your father smiled was when he married your mother, when you were born, and when you were sorted into your house." I looked up at him, "Even though you were sorted into Slytherin... both he and your mother knew you would be just like her. And you are..." He put his blackened hand on mine, "I want you to keep this picture..."

I sniffled, "I-I can't-"

"Her being your mother is more important than her being a former student of mine." I nodded and just looked down at the picture... My mother was sitting under a cherry blossom tree, playing violin, and my father was sitting next to her, smiling, as she played. I held the picture to my chest and Bartemius held me closer to him.

I looked at him, "I wanna go, now..."

Bartemius nodded, "Of course..."

Dumbledor let us use his fireplace to floo to Crouch Manor. When we got there, Bartemius took the photo of my mother from my hands and I followed him into the hallway to see him take down a picture of his father, replacing it with my mother's picture. I went up behind him and wrapped my arms around his skinny waist.

"Thank you," I whispered.

He turned around and I looked up into his eyes, "Anything for my wife..."

I smiled, "Well, Mr. Crouch..." I ran my tongue over my top lip, "Where's this bedroom that you spoke so highly about?"

He grinned and pressed me against the wall, squeezing my bum in his hands, making me squeal, "Why walk all the way to the bedroom... when I can have you right here?"

I smiled and he leaned down to kiss me, passionately. Then I answered, "A bed is more comfortable than a wall, or the floor. Plus, with my condition, I need someplace soft..." "Well, I'm sure that could be arranged..."

He growled and I giggled as he picked me up, bridal style. Once he had taken me upstairs, to his room, he, gently, laid me on the bed. I pushed his trench coat off his shoulders, as we kissed, and he threw his coat to the floor. He took my shirt off of me and threw it to the floor, as well. I smiled as he kissed down my neck and chest as he unhooked my bra. He pulled my bra off my arms and threw it to the floor. He kissed down my chest, my stomach, and ran his tongue across the edge of my pants, making me shudder. He grabbed ahold of the edge of my sweatpants and knickers, then pulled them down and off my body. He started to kiss the insides of my thighs and I moaned as I relaxed further into the mattress. Bartemius ran his hand along the outsides of my thighs, softly, and kissed his way to my core. Once he was close enough, he ran his tongue up my slit, and I moaned louder as the tip of his tongue ran over my clit.

I pushed him up to his knees before he could do anything else, and sat up. I breathed heavily as I pushed his shirt up and over his head and ran my hands down the dusting of hair across his chest and down his stomach to the edge of his jeans. I undid his button, unzipped his zipper, and freed him of his confines. He removed the remainder of his clothes, lying me down, again. It took a moment for us to get back into what we had gone so long without. We savor end everything...

Later

We had, finally, come out of our endeavors. I was only in my knickers and black robe, that Bartemius had bought for me, and he was only in his underwear and some jeans. I stood in front of the mirror, in his bedroom, and brushed out my sex hair, but it still retained its volume, that sex had given it. Bartemius came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me, his chin resting on my shoulder and his hands n my stomach. I sang some lyrics to him, from, the American, muggle, band, Evanescence.

So alone and wondering why I feel this way

So wide the world

Can love remember how to get me home to you

Someday

We'll be together again

All just a dream in the end

We'll be together again

So many fears were swimming around and around in my mind

Who would have dreamed the secrets we would find

"Mistress has a beautiful voice," we heard a voice say. We turned towards the door and saw Winky, Bartemius's house elf, "Winky brought tea, like Master asked her."

Bartemius let go of me and went over to Winky, "Thank you, Winky." He sat the tray on the nightstand and brought Winky over to me, "Winky, this your new mistress, Madaline."

I smiled and knelt down to shake her tiny hand, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Winky."

Winky nodded, "Winky is happy to meet her new mistress. Winky is happy that master Barty has brought Winky home a beautiful, kind, mistress." She bowed, "Winky has supper to make."

Bartemius let her leave and I smiled at him as I stood up, "She's so sweet!"

He smiled back as he put his hands on my waist, "She is... I'm so happy that she loves you being the new lady of the house, already."

I smiled, but it faded as I felt an unsettling feeling in my stomach. I turned away from Bartemius a little.

"Madaline," he started, "you look pale. Are you feeling alright?"

To answer his question, I ran into the loo and threw up in the toilet. I emptied whatever was in my stomach, then flushed the toilet and wiped my mouth. I looked up at him...

"You don't think-" I was cut off.

"When was your last cycle?" He asked me.

"I-I don't remember..."

Author's Note: Sorry for the slow update. Looks like Madaline and Barty have got themselves in quite a pickle. Poor Embry... There is a poll up on my profile for who Embry should take to the Halloween Rave. If I do not get enough votes, I will choose who he takes. Review? :3