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Chapter Twelve: Somebody That I Used To Know (Gotye)

Watching Roland bounce Haven in his lap from across the room, Lily sighed before dropping her head into her hands. The other four teenagers that had been present to Scorpius' eruption were lounging around her living room, each of them secretly observing her face steadily fall as worry etched itself into her features. Scorpius had been gone for almost three hours, not bothering to even call and say that he was okay.

As if sensing the tension in the room growing, Haven's tiny face suddenly crumpled and loud wails began to burst forth from her tiny frame. The tall brunette that was holding her tried to calm her down, but his frantic whispers only caused the volume of her cries to grow. Lily, knowing immediately how to silence the infant but not having the energy to do so, pulled two couch pillows up to swallow her head and plunge her into silence.

"What in God's name- Oh, sweetie! It's okay, I've got you." Lifting her proclaimed granddaughter out of Roland's arms, Ginny cooed the tiny blonde into a soft slumber. Before retreating from the room with the baby, the older woman nodded towards her cowering daughter. "Perhaps comforting her would be a wiser choice than allowing her to wallow in regret and self pity. Food for thought, don't you think."

Hugo didn't feel the need to mention that this had already been tried, but that the thin redhead has physically pushed Elle off of the edge of the couch before she could make much progress. There was no point in pushing support onto his cousin when she clearly didn't want it, and he clearly did not feel as though it would be necessary to give. While he didn't like to see the couple fighting, yet again, the topic over which Scorpius was angry at was simply ridiculous.

Sure, Lily could have mentioned a few times that she knew what Cherry had been planning, but what good would it have done? If he had successfully found the means to trap her into a family, the resentment over being held captive would have eaten at her until she exploded. But for Scorpius to take off into the night like a bat out of hell, just because he was angry that his baby mama had bailed, pushed him back to having the maturity of a first year. Yet, Lily was still his best friend, so he slowly moved to sit beside her and rest his hand on her rigid shoulder.

Turning her head to snap that she wanted to be left alone, the redhead was cut off by the loud revving of an engine near the front yard. When she peered out from behind the thick curtains, Lily wasn't in the least bit shocked to see Scorpius leaning against his shiny car, obviously waiting for her to join him. As she turned to explain to Hugo what was going on, he shook his head and pushed her towards the door. It was good to know that some things never changed, and that he would always know exactly what she planned to do before even she did.

The moment her sneakers hit the gravel of the driveway, Scorpius slid smoothly into the driver's seat and leaned over to unlock her door. She refused to get in right away, not wanting for him to expect her sudden compliance with whatever he chose to do. Noticing this after a moment of waiting, the blonde leaned across the seat to look at her and sighed. "I'm sorry I've been gone so long, but I needed to calm down. Now if you'll kindly get into the car, we can go for a ride and talk about things like civilized adults. Deal?"

Judging by the loud slam of the door shutting behind her and the stony expression of her face, it became clear that most of the talking would be one sided. This was going to be a lovely car ride.


It was simply too quiet in the Potter household for Roland's liking, and it wasn't for the lack of people home. Since Lily had escaped the peach colored living room to hash things out with Scorpius, the two gay couples were the only ones left in the completely silent room. Elle and 'Manda were curled up together in a loveseat positioned in front of a window overlooking the darkness of the front yard. Neither of them spoke, even in whispers, but their fingers twisted together and apart with anxiety. Hugo had slumped down in the corner of the room, his arms around his knees and his eyes counting the small tiles of the ceiling. In the brief moments before the group had become quiet again, the redhead had whispered to no one in particular that he had a very bad feeling about the evening's upcoming events.

However, Roland didn't want his thin boyfriend to expand on his thoughts; for fear that they might become truth, so he said nothing in return. Now he set with his elbows on his knees, staring at the scuffed toes of his tennis shoes. From somewhere in the house, Haven could be heard giggling happily at whatever faces Ginny was making in order to keep her calm. It was as if there was an impending doom settling over the family; one that no one could place, but that still felt real enough to send chills up Roland's back.

After ten more minutes of silence, the brunette couldn't take it anymore and jumped to his feet in defiance. "I really should be getting home. Are you coming with me or staying here until Lily gets back?" It was obvious who the question was directed towards, and Hugo turned to look at the digital clock on the fireplace mantle. It read 10:48 in bright blue numbers against the dark marble wall piece.

"I'm sure they're both fine, and we'll see them in the morning. There's no point in waiting up when they'll probably just make up and go back to his place for the night." Even as he spoke the words, Hugo could feel the lie within them. He simply couldn't shake the feeling that something was very wrong, but he rose to his feet and followed his boyfriend through the quiet house after saying goodbye to Elle and 'Manda, who were also leaving.

Before they could escape out of the door, Ron entered the foyer to block their path. Hugo was surprised to see that his father was still up at this hour of the night, much less out and about, but he didn't say anything about how unusual it was. Nodding towards his son, the older redhead met Roland's wary eyes briefly. "I assume that you were heading to your apartment rather than to bring him home?" The brunette opened his mouth to defend himself tiredly, but was cut off by a shake of the older man's head. "It was just an observation. I was simply wandering if, perhaps, I could be the one to drive him. I need to talk with him."

It was strange for a father to be asking for permission to talk to his son, but Roland granted him with it anyway. Kissing the younger boy briefly, the brunette jumped off of the porch and out into the newly pouring rain, leaving the two men standing together awkwardly in the doorway.

Gesturing towards the small station wagon parked on the deserted street, Ron followed his son silently to the vehicle and allowed the engine to roar to life loudly. Out in the late night countryside, there weren't very many objects of interest and both men were aware that they could never agree on music, so the radio stayed silent too. After half of the thirty minute trip to Roland's apartment, Hugo grew anxious that the awkwardness would last forever.

"You asked to talk to me, Dad. How am I supposed to start the conversation when I don't know what you wanted to discuss?" Taking a long look at his father's pained face, it suddenly became clear that the topic was sure to be even more awkward than the silence. "This is about me being gay, isn't it? You never got the chance to yell at me or scold me or whatever it is you plan to do. Well, get on with it then."

If the sudden turning of the tables surprised Ron, he didn't let it show. Nodding slowly, the older man's eyes narrowed at the windshield. "I wasn't exactly planning to scold you at all, actually. If you'd prefer that, I certainly don't want to disappoint." He waited for Hugo to answer, but when he didn't, cleared his throat softly. "You're partially right about one thing. I feel as though I never got the chance to come to terms with your homosexuality.

"Things were moving so quickly, our family seems to accumulate dramatic situations like magnets, but I've been thinking about how I would feel if my father reacted badly to something I felt so strongly about. I don't want to be the type of parent that causes his children to despise him for throwing his weight around. I already feel as though I'm losing Rose to an entirely different country, but I refuse to lose you too." When the older redhead paused to take a deep breath, Hugo noticed that his large hands were clutching the steering wheel in a vice grip. "So even though I don't know how I feel about you being gay, I won't stand in your way. That's all I wanted to say."

Even though it wasn't exactly what Hugo had hoped his father would say, he accepted the effort graciously. "Thanks, Dad. I'll try not to embarrass you too much from now on." Turning to look out the window, he shot his father a smile through the reflection of the glass.


As 'Manda pulled her car into the alley behind Elle's mansion of a house, she quickly realized that the large Suburban that belonged to the blonde's parents was gone. They shared a look of suspicion before Elle jumped from the car and ran to the back door where she could see a slip of paper fluttering in the late evening breeze. Reading it quickly, she ran back to the car with a silly grin on her face.

"Mum and Dad went to downtown London for a date night because they didn't think that I would be home. They won't be home for at least a few more hours. Go park your car around the corner and hurry back." She didn't wait for her girlfriend to respond for fear that she would argue how dangerously risky it would be, instead skipping happily towards the gigantic, looming house.

When 'Manda returned to the familiar home, Elle wasn't downstairs like she had expected but there was a steady thumping of bass coming from her upstairs bedroom. Nerves on end because of the dangerously risky situation, the taller girl crept silently up the stairs and leaned against the doorjamb of the open bedroom door. She watched as the blonde, now in thin pajama pants and a tank top, float around the room picking up clothing that she had flung this way and that when getting ready.

Stooping to pick up the pair of jeans at 'Manda's feet, Elle smiled up at her girlfriend happily. "Well we have the whole house to ourselves, what do you want to do?" The girls lay themselves side by side on the massive bed in the center of the room, staring up at the poster-covered ceiling like they had done millions of times while growing up.

It was hard to believe that it had been months since they had been at ease in a room so familiar that it brought a flurry of memories to the mind. That was the life that they had chose however, when their friendship had become a romance. At least, that's what 'Manda was telling herself as she allowed Elle to curl up and snooze happily beside her. But that wasn't true, was it? Roland and Hugo didn't have to hide, didn't want to hide, from who they were and who they loved.

Hiding equates a sense of shame about who you love or who you choose to be in your life, but 'Manda didn't feel shameful in the least. Slowly, as she began to realize all the things wrong with the way she things had been going in her life, fury began to build within her. Her face flushed and her hands began to shake as waves of embarrassment crashed over her. This wasn't a secret, romantic love that was going to last throughout the years to come. This was Elle's way of getting what she wanted without having to deal with the consequences of doing what her heart told her to.

Just as the brunette was turning to accuse her of such, the grating sound of a door being unlocked and opened sounded from downstairs. 'Manda froze, her eyes bulging out of her head. This could not be happening. She had known better than to stick around, that was the one thing that she never did just in case something like this happened. Beside her, Elle was sleeping soundly, not aware that her parents were about to bust them together and that everything would be ruined.

Leaning over and placing her hand firmly on the blonde's mouth, the larger girl shook her awake with her free hand. Before Elle could even make a sound around the hand, she heard the heavy footsteps on the stairs and her eyes bugged out to match her girlfriend's. The brunette felt a sudden urge to run away, to throw herself from the second story window if it meant getting to the safety of her car, but she couldn't move any more than Elle could.

So both girls were simply sitting in the center of the bed when Elle's parents entered the room, her father tripping over his own feet as he noticed the additional girl. "What the hell is going on here? I told you to never, ever speak to her again and she's sitting in your room like she belongs here?" Elle's father had a habit of never speaking directly to 'Manda, even when the girls were allowed to be friends, for he had never been much of a fan of the tall brunette. "I demand to know what makes you think that you can bring her into my home."

Elle winced with each word now that his voice had risen to a yell, and looked hopefully at her frail mother, who stood frozen in the doorway behind her husband. The older woman avoided her eyes quickly and disappeared into the dark hallway silently. When 'Manda realized that the blonde wasn't going to speak up for either of them, she rose to her feet to better look the old man in the eyes. "Perhaps if you would direct your questions at the person you really want to know about, you might get the answers that you are looking for."

Large, blotches of red broke out across Elle's father's face and neck as he contemplated doing as she had suggested. She didn't wait for him to though, she already understood what he wanted to know. "I'm here, because she loves me and I'm her girlfriend. You can be mad all you want and kick me out like you plan to do, but that doesn't mean she'll listen to what you have to say. I'll keep coming back to see her and there's nothing you can do to stop me."

"Get out." The words weren't unexpected, but the source of them was. Shocked, 'Manda turned to look at the tiny blonde that had spoken the words so surely, that they actually sounded like the command she had meant for them to be. She didn't do as she was told, but simply allowed her mouth to open and close repeatedly in disbelief. "I said get out, Amanda."

The use of her full name was like a slap in the face, physically knocking her backwards a few feet. "What do you mean 'get out'? You can't honestly take his side after everything he's done to keep us apart. Not when he won't let you see me again after this. You can't-"

"She can, and she will. My daughter is obviously sick of being around you or she wouldn't be asking for you to leave. She has obviously come to the realization that you are, and have always been, trash that is waiting to be thrown out. Now you can either leave our home of your own free will, or I can call the police to escort you."

Amanda's large brown eyes skipped between Elle and her father for the briefest of moments, before she set her jaw and nodded. "I'll leave. But please tell your daughter whatever relationship we thought we had is over. That maybe when she has the guts to stick up for what she believes in, she'll finally be happy with someone." And then the tall brunette was sprinting down the stairs and out into the humid air of the mid-summer night, a pair of watery blue eyes watching her from the upstairs window.


"How did you justify lying to me?" Scorpius' voice was too sharp, cutting the silence in the car like a knife. His beautiful face was smoothed out into a look of indifference, but the words held layers of emotion in them that made Lily's head spin. "Did you not think that I might need to know that I'd be raising a week old infant by myself for the next eighteen years? I would never lie to you about something that would affect your life."

It took so much self control for Lily to not spit at him that he had already done just that. That his choice to be deceitful and lie to her had resulted in Haven, in the entire situation surrounding their lives with despair. But she forced herself to be the adult that they both needed around, and kept her mouth shut so he could continue.

Snorting with fake humor, the blonde sped up to sixty five on a forty mile-per-hour rode. "I suppose you're going to tell me that you had some really good reason to do it, right? When in reality, you were probably only thinking about paying me back for cheating on you. I've apologized to you more times than I can count and you still hold it above my head like at any moment you'll use it to destroy me or control me."

Gritting her teeth together and rubbing her jean clad legs furiously, Lily shook her head to clear the angry tears rising up in her eyes. He noticed the signs of her anger building, and wanted it to build up and boil over. If their relationship was going to end, it was going to be the way that it had started. Hatred filled yelling. "Or were you worried that I was going to leave you for her? I'd already fucked her once. Why wouldn't I do it again, right?"

"Shut the hell up, Malfoy. I was trying to protect you, you merciless, heartless asshole! I was-" Right as she had begun yelling, Scorpius had yanked the steering wheel sharply, throwing his speeding car around a corner and into the path of a giant truck. "SCORPIUS." The moment the words had left her mouth, he yanked the wheel to the right and sent the car deep into the woods surrounding the highway. Thunderous screeching of tires drowned out the horrific screams erupting from the helpless teenagers through their journey into the darkness. Tree limbs and chunks of dirt were flung into the windows of the car, Scorpius' torso flung forward towards the steering wheel, and Lily was shoved into the unforgiving door.

Blinking hard to push back the black spots dancing across her field of vision, Lily turned her head to look at Scorpius, only partially aware that they were closer to each other than they should be. As the darkness enveloped her, she watched a saddened shadow of Scorpius' signature grin flit across his face.

"I guess it's good that we left Haven with your mum, huh?"


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