Two days later, Colin and I headed to London to visit Diagon Alley. We decided that taking Jackie with us wouldn't be the best idea, so we left her with my grandma at the Burrow.

The car ride was long and mostly consisted of us arguing over stupid things like which radio station to listen to.

"Um, no," I said firmly, when he chose a station playing a song that sounded a bit like it was being sung by group of angry banshees. "That is not real music."

"That's a great song, Vic. Come on," argued Colin, turning the volume up.

I reached out and changed the station. "There, that's better," I said. "I don't know who this is, but she has a pretty voice."

"This is an old Justin Bieber song, Vic. He's a guy."

"Oh."

We also seemed to have trouble agreeing on when to stop.

"I need to pee, Colin. Pull into the next gas station."

"Vic, we just stopped ten minutes ago. You said you were fine then."

"Well, now I do. Why are you being so difficult?"

His smoking habit was a slight problem to.

"I swear Colin, if you smoke that cigarette in this car, I will personally kill you with my bare hands."

"Well, I'm pulling over then. I need to smoke."

"Oh so you're pulling over now, but you wouldn't when I needed to pee? Your stupid smoking break is more important than my need to relieve my bladder?"

We ended up getting a little lost, which didn't help either.

"For the love of god, Vic! Just tell me if we're supposed to turn up here!"

"I don't know! I can't understand this stupid muggle map at all. What do all these markings mean?"

"Give me that," said Colin, snatching the map away from me.

"Keep your eyes on the road!" I snapped. "You're going to get us both killed!"

Somehow though, we did finally make it to London alive. After parking the car, I began to lead Colin towards the Leaky Cauldron.

"Here we are," I said, stopping in front of the pub. "This is the entrance."

Colin lifted an eyebrow. "This is a broken down old shop front, Vic."

"Oh yeah, I completely forgot that muggles can't see this place. Well, you're just going to have to take my word for it on this one. This is actually a wizarding pub called the Leaky Cauldron."

I grabbed his hand and we stepped inside.

His mouth fell open in shock. "Holy Shit! It really is a pub," he said, looking around.

"Told you," I said. "Come on," I added. "The entrance to Diagon Alley is out back."

We stepped outside into the courtyard. I pulled out my wand and tapped the bricks. Colin watched in awe as the entire wall began to shift, leaving a large archway for us to pass under.

"No way," breathed Colin, as he caught his first glimpse of Diagon Alley. "This is not real."

"Oh it definitely is," I said.

We began to walk, me pointing out all the things of interest and explaining them to Colin.

"There's Ollivanders," I said. "That's where everyone gets their wands."

He paused, reading the letters over the door. "Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 B.C.," he murmured. He turned to look at me. "382 B.C.? Is that a joke?"

I laughed. "Nope."

We went inside a broomstick shop and I explained the concept of Quidditch to him. Then we headed to Flourish and Blotts where he got a kick out of book that screamed every time he opened it and nearly had his hand bitten off by a copy of the Monster Book of Monsters. After a few other stops we headed to Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes.

"Try to stay out of too much trouble," I told Colin. "I'm going to go find my uncle."

He nodded and made a beeline for the Headless Hats.

I rolled my eyes and headed for the back room where I thought Uncle George might be. Before I made it there I nearly bumped into a girl wearing magenta robes who was obviously an employee.

"Oops, sorry," I said. I looked up. "Bridget?"

"Victoire?" she said. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm showing Colin around. He just recently found out about magic and he loves it."

"Oh," she said. "So I heard you had your baby."

"Yep," I said. "Three and a half weeks ago. Her name is Jackie. She's lovely. Cries a lot though. "

She didn't respond. Her face was scrunched up and she looked like she was trying not to cry.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"I… I had… a miscarriage," she whispered. "Last month. I told your uncle George not to tell anyone."

I froze, unable to think of what to say. "That's horrible," I finally said. "I'm so sorry that happened to you."

She let out a strangled sob.

"Come on" I said. "Let's go talk somewhere else."

I led her to the back room and we sat down at a small table.

"I just feel like it's all my fault," she whimpered. "Like if I had done something differently, the baby would still be alive."

"It's not your fault," I told her. "There's nothing you could have done."

She took a deep breath. "Sometimes I think he died as some kind of punishment. I didn't want to be pregnant when I first found out, so he was taken away from me."

"You have to stop thinking like that, Bridget," I said. "The baby didn't die as a punishment or because you did something wrong. It died because sometimes babies die."

"But it didn't even get a chance to be born. I didn't even get a chance to be a mother."

"I know," I whispered, patting her hand. "I know."

She wiped away some tears. "So," she said. "You're here with your baby daddy, huh?"

I was sort of shocked by the quick subject change, but I supposed that was her way of dealing with the grief.

"Er, yeah. I am."

She nodded. "So are two banging again or what?"

"No, we're just friends."

"I can't believe you dumped Teddy Lupin," she said. "He is one fine piece of man candy."

"Erm…"

"I definitely wouldn't say no to a quick roll in the hay with him."

"Well I'll be sure to tell him you said so…"

She laughed loudly. "You do that. I'm sure he'll think I'm a real catch."

"Well, if you're okay now, I should probably go find Colin. Who knows what kind of trouble he's getting into out there."

Surprisingly, Colin had managed to not have blown up the entire building while I was gone.

"We better get going," I told him. "It's getting late."

The car ride back home was much quieter. I even let Colin pick the radio station. All I could think about was Bridget's miscarriage. It was so horrible. She'd been through so much already and now this. How was that fair? I tried to imagine what I'd do if Jackie died, but I couldn't. It hurt too much.

"You know," I said. "We're pretty lucky."

Colin looked at me strangely. "If you say so."

"I'm serious. We have a healthy baby and supportive, loving family. What more could you ask for?"

"I guess we do have it pretty good," said Colin. "When you put it like that."

So, another quick update! Sorry this chapter was so depressing. I'd like to be able to say that the next chapter will cheer you up, but it probably won't.

Also, if any of you are Justin Bieber fans, I'm sorry about that little bit about him. I couldn't help myself.

Oh, and I almost forgot. I posted a photo of what I think baby Jackie looks like on my profile. Check it out.