Before this chapter starts, I'd like to say that this chapter's dedicated to MissMaddelyn for helping me stand up to myself and tell myself that I need to put myself before Wattpad, and for giving me the motivation to write this chapter. Now on with the chapter. Well, first I have to make sure no one reports me for plagiarism.

•This story takes scenes from the Harry Potter series. I want to make it clear that I don't own those scenes. That's owned by
J.K. Rowling. Thank you•

~Claire~

"Scar, you can go if you want to," I tried for the millionth time.
"It's fine, Mum," she replied. "Besides, I don't like Quidditch anyway."

I looked at Sirius worriedly.

"You've been talking about going with Fred and George for ages though," I stated.
"That was before Fred kissed me," Scarlett muttered.

Scarlett had been talking about going to the Quidditch World Cup for ages. She may not be big on Quidditch, but she knew Fred and George would be happy to see her there. She had wanted to see Fred happy.

"But didn't you want to see Fred happy?" I questioned warily.
"Of course I want to see Fred happy," she mumbled. "When someone else's happiness is your happiness, that is love."

Sirius wrapped an arm around me at our daughter's words.

"That's beautiful, Scar," Sirius smiled.
"Mum told me it a few years ago," Scarlett reminisced.

I smiled at her, grabbing her hand and rubbing it with my thumb.

"If you don't want to go, you don't have to. But just remember how much you did want to go. Don't let Fred get in the way of that," I advised.
"Fred was the only reason I was going. I'll be fine," she reassured.

I nodded. "Okay then."

Scarlett smiled lightly before running up the stairs to her room. Or rather, Sirius's old room. She had claimed it as her own after her and Sirius began to get along.

I sighed when her footsteps became faint and the sound of her door closing could be heard. I turned to Sirius worriedly.

"Anything from Harry?" I questioned.
"Nothing on the dreams, but he'll be going to the Quidditch World Cup with the Weasley's tomorrow," Sirius replied.

I bit my lip, thinking of my godson.

He had sent Sirius a letter talking about a dream he had had, and it concerned both Sirius and I.

"We can talk to Dumbledore when we see him next," Sirius said, rubbing my shoulders soothingly.

I sighed, leaning back into his chest.

"I'm so happy you're back," I mumbled, nuzzling into the crook of his neck. He hummed in response, stroking my hair.
"It was so hard without you," I admitted, my eyes stinging with tears.

Sirius sighed, shifting so that we were facing each other. He grabbed my hands in his, rubbing his thumbs up and down mine.

"I know, Baby, I know," Sirius sighed, his lips grazing my knuckles.

The tears began to fall.

"Every time she was sick. Every time she had to do a new thing. Every time we fought. Sirius I needed you," I said, pain laced in my shaking voice.

Sirius had a few tears as I shook in his arms.

"A memory that haunts me to this day, is when Scarlett came to me after primary school and told me about the Daddy Daughter Dance the school was having. She was so upset–" my voice cracked and I had to take a breath, "–she was so upset when she saw all the girls in their dresses, dancing with their fathers."

I looked up at Sirius, who had tears rolling down his face.

"I'm so sorry," Sirius whispered through his tears.
"You know she has anxiety attacks some times?" I asked.

Sirius opened and closed his mouth, searching for words to say.

"She'd come to me shaking, sobbing, hyperventilating. I never knew what to do. She doesn't have them very often, only when she's under a lot of stress. But it's happened enough times to cause us both pain," I explained, feeling like I was having an anxiety attack myself.
"Baby, calm down. It's okay," Sirius said soothingly, stroking my hair and slowly pulling me down so that I was laying against his chest. "Just rest. Take a nap or something."

I nodded, closing my eyes and getting comfortable. I felt his lips against my forehead for a second and then his hands were back in my hair. It was comforting.

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~Scarlett~

I sleepily found my way down the stairs into the kitchen, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes as I went. I stumbled into the living room expecting to find Dad reading the Daily Prophet, and Mum making breakfast.

Instead I found Dad sitting on the couch looking like he'd just woken up, and Mum was scrambling around looking for her wand.

"How do they let something like this happen?!" Mum wondered aloud as she continued to search, muttering under her breath strings of curse words.

Eventually she ran straight into the coffee table, stubbing her toe in the process.
"Bloody hell!" she cried out, bringing her leg to her chest and hopping around on one foot as she attempted to examine her toe.

She cussed aloud as she fell to the ground, but shouted in happiness when she grabbed her wand from under the coffee table.

I laughed at the sight, Dad biting his lip as to keep in his laughter.

"What is going on?" I laughed.
"The bloody Ministry!" Mum yelled.

My smile dropped and I looked at Dad questioningly. He only pointed to the Daily Prophet sitting on the coffee table.

Hesitantly, I reached for it, reading the headline. SCENES OF TERROR AT THE QUIDDITCH WORLD CUP.

My hands started shaking as my mind immediately went to Fred.

I gulped, feeling the worry rise to my chest as I continued to read.

If the terrified wizards and witches who waited breathlessly for news at the edge of the woods expected reassurance from the Ministry of Magic, they were sadly disappointed. A Ministry official emerged some time after the appearance of the Dark Mark alleging that nobody had been hurt, but refusing to give any more information. Wherever this statement will be enough to quash the rumours that several bodies were removed from the woods an hour later remains to be seen.

"Bodies?! Mum! Whose bodies?!" I exclaimed, my hands shaking and my heart pounding.
"I don't know yet, Scar. That's what I'm going to check," Mum stated. "Harry was with them and I need to make sure he's alright."

I threw the Daily Prophet down and waved my wand so that I was dressed fully.

"Then I need to go with you!" I said hurriedly.
"Scarlett Carina! You know you're not supposed to be doing magic outside of school!" Mum scolded.
"Oh c'mon! They can't detect it inside this house and it's not like you really care! Dad sure as hell doesn't," I stated matter of factly.
"Language," Dad said with a pointed look.

I returned the look, raising an eyebrow at him.

"Okay, I don't really care," Dad sighed.
"Sirius!" Mum yelled, drawing the attention back to herself.
"Go make sure Harry's okay. Scar, you're staying here," Dad said nervously under Mum's glare.
"But I have to go!" I cried out.
"I will make sure Harry's alright!" Mum reassured.
"But it's not just Harry! I need to make sure Fred's alright! I need to see him!" I shouted.

Mum seemed frustrated by my comment, but Dad held deep understanding.

"Scar, I know you think you love Fred. But you have to keep in mind that you're very young. I can't say much about age because your father and I were together at a young age, but that doesn't mean you have to be," Mum sighed, knowing by the look on my face that she wasn't choosing her words very well. "I mean, he's already hurt you before. I don't want you to be heartbroken because the boy you thought you loved....doesn't...uh–"

I cut her off with a sharp glare. She sighed, running a hand through her hair. Dad seemed to get the message and finished for her.
"What your mother means, is that even though I've loved your mother like you do Fred, doesn't mean you'll have the same relationship as us."

"I've never compared my relationship with Fred to your's," I scowled, my mind still racing with thoughts of Fred.

Was he okay?

Was he able to get out?

Was he injured?

Was he among the bodies found?

"Scar, there's no reason to cry. We're not trying to hurt your feelings. We just don't want you to be let down," Mum sighed.

I hadn't realized I was crying until she said that.

"I know that, but you don't know how I feel about him," I choked out, wiping my tears away. "But right now, I just want to make sure he's okay."

Mum nodded, walking over to me. She grabbed my right hand, her wand gripped in her left. She squeezed her eyes shut, and soon I felt the odd sensation of apparition.

As soon as my feet hit the ground I was running towards the Burrow, not waiting to catch my breath.

I ignored the sick feeling in my chest as I approached, knocking rapidly on the door. Mum caught up soon, putting her hand on my shoulder as if telling me to take a breath.

Soon Arthur appeared at the door, looking tired and worn out.

"Claire, Harry's in the living room," Arthur stated, stepping out of the way so that we could get through.

We both walked to the living room. Mum immediately went to Harry, hugging him and asking him if he was alright. But I continued to scan the room until I locked eyes with Fred.

I ignored the ache in my heart, feeling relief flood through me.

Without thinking, I ran towards him, wrapping my arms around him.

"I was so worried," I mumbled into his chest.

I could feel him stiffen under me, awkwardly patting my back.

I pulled back, realizing he was uncomfortable, and embraced George.

"I don't know what I'd do without you two," I cried.

George welcomed me with open arms, holding me tightly.

George was my best friend. Fred may be the love of my life, but George was always there for me.

I'm not saying Fred never is, but if Fred and I are in moments like this, George is there for me.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled into my ear.
"You shouldn't be sorry. It's not your fault that those bloody idiots attacked," I reassured.
"No. I mean I'm sorry about Fred," George corrected himself. "I've already threatened his life."

I scoffed, playfully glaring at him.

I turned to Harry, giving him a small hug.

"I'm glad you're alright," I smiled.

Harry nodded, smiling back lightly.

"Since you're both here, would you like to stay for breakfast?" Molly asked.
"We've actually got something in the oven. Which I should probably go check," Mum declined. "I'm glad you're all alright."

I quickly hugged George again, deciding not to hug Fred as it'd be to awkward, and joined Mum.

We both said our goodbyes, leaving back to Grimmauld Place.

Mum reassured Dad, telling him everyone was alright. Then Mum finished breakfast and we all ate.

And like every other day here, we spent the day together. We talked, played games, danced to music.

Whatever they thought would bring us together.

It worked I suppose. But I'd always remember how it was before Dad came back.

Mum said we should move past the hard times and appreciate what we have now.

But it's hard. It'll probably always be hard. But I know they'll do whatever they can to make it better.

I guess that's why I know it'll work out in the end.
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I know it's bad, but I'm just glad I was actually able to write a chapter.
Hopefully this'll get me back on track, but I guess we'll see.

I've had almost a month to relax and spend time with family, and it was nice not having to stress over writing. But I honestly miss it.

I'd say I have a chapterly question, but I don't. I'm completely out of questions. If I forgot your question or just missed it, please tell me so so that I can answer it. Also, please give me more questions to answer. It can be anything from something about the book, to what it was I did this past month. I don't care.

I hope you all have a great day! I love you all!
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