•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•

~Scarlett~

"Wait...did you just say you talked to my Dad?"

"Well, yeah, but that's not the point." Harry avoided my question, going back to what he was fussing over. "The first task is dragons!"

"Okay, I'm sorry, I'm still a little stuck on the fact that you talked to my Dad! Without me, might I add!" I exclaimed.

"Look, Scar, he said he didn't want you to be there—"

"Oh! Is that so?!"

"Ugh! Scarlett, I mean that he just needed to speak with me about something that he didn't want you to know about!" Harry tried to explain, running his hands through his hair.

"I haven't spoken to my parents one bloody time since we've been here! But for some reason they haven't had a single issue writing to you, and have gone out of their way to talk face to face with you!" My blood was boiling at this point. These past few months have been the worst of my life and my parents are more willing to see their godson then to send a simple letter asking how their daughter is doing.

"Okay that's not my fault, Scar!"

I just stayed silent. My head was pounding and my eyes stung with tears. Harry and I had just been talking in the Common Room when he had briefly mentioned talking to Sirius.

"If you want, I can tell them how you're feeling," Harry offered.

"No," I mumbled, running my own hand through my hair. "Just, just tell them I want to talk to my Mum. Maybe ask if she can meet me at The Three Broomsticks this Saturday for the Hogsmeade trip."

"Yeah, sure, I can do that."

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I rubbed my hands up and down my arms to give myself some warmth. My thin, white, long sleeved shirt was not doing too much help for me. Nor were my dark blue skinny jeans and converse.

But warmth immediately flooded through me as I entered The Three Broomsticks. I ran a hand through my hair in an attempt to fix it, but also as a nervous habit.

My mother was sat just a few feet away from me in a booth, two pints of Butterbeer sat on the table.

I took a deep breath before approaching my mother, holding back the tears that threatened to fill my eyes. She saw me approaching and immediately got up, holding her arms open for me to hug her. But I just slid into the booth.

"What?" Mum laughed. "Not going to give your mother a hug?" She slid into the booth across from me.

"What is wrong with you?"

Mum looked taken aback, blinking at me. "Pardon?"

"I have sent you so many letters, and you haven't responded to a single bloody one!" I exclaimed, tears filling my eyes. "You didn't even send a letter asking if I had gotten to the school safely!"

"Scarle—"

"No!" I cried out. "I needed you!"

"Scar lis—"

"I have had the hardest time of my life these past few months and you didn't respond to any of my bloody pleads for help!"

Mum eventually just slid in next to me wrapping her arms around me to get me to stop talking. "Baby! Listen!"

I stopped immediately, everything rushed to me and I fell into her chest in a disheveled heap. Sobs tore through my chest as I just let her run her hands through my hair.

"It's okay, Baby." Mum pulled back to look into my eyes, that were almost guaranteed to be red and puffy. "Just let me explain, and then I can help you with whatever's going wrong."

I nodded but stayed curled up in her arms, occasionally letting out tiny cries.

"Dumbledore told u—"

"You still, you still listen to that, that git?" I choked out, biting my lip to try and keep in another sob.

"We have no choice, Baby." Mum ran her hand through my hair again. "But he basically told us that the Ministry was going to check any letters I sent to you, because they suspect that I'm going to try and tell you things about your dad. They don't know that you found out about him."

"But that's just plain dumb," I scowled. "Why not check your letters to Harry then?"

"Because they also think Harry doesn't know I'm his Godmother," she explained calmly.

"Okay, then why not be discreet about the letters you send me? Don't talk about Dad," I said, still not understanding how they had not found a way to talk to their only daughter.

"They track the location as well, and obviously they're not supposed to know where your Dad is," she stated.

I huffed, trying desperately to think of an excuse. But I came up with nothing, accepting defeat.

"Now, Harry said something about trouble with Fred...," Mum said carefully.

I nodded, pushing myself back so I was facing her. I took a shaky breath and began to tell the events of the last three months.

"So from the start everything between Fred and I was awkward. It got to the point where I couldn't hardly talk to George or Lee, which kept me away from Alicia, and then all I had was Katie, Angelina, and Harry." I felt a lump growing in my throat. "We were, we were in DADA when Professor Moody was demonstrating the Imperius Curse on me — under Dumbledore's permission — when he made me kiss Fred."

Mum gaped at me and said in disbelief, "No he did not!"

I just nodded, feeling the tears leave my eyes. "Yep, and it was awful. Our teeth were clanking and I had bit into his lip. But it gets worse."

Mum winced.

"I had left the, the class and was crying in an empty classroom when Fred came in and was comf-comforting me." I let out a small sob. "He, he kissed me again. But then he, then he went and started ign-ignoring me!"

I started getting shaky again, letting out a gut-wrenching sob.

"Oh my goodness, Baby," Mum whispered, rubbing my back soothingly. "I'm so sorry that he's putting you through all of this."

I shook my head, trying to gather as much air as I could to speak. "I'm still not done."

Mum nodded sadly, waiting for me to continue.

"I was walking—" a hiccup escaped my lips "—I was walking down the hall when, when I found, I found him snogging Ange-Angelina."

Mum's eyes widened in shock, her mouth hanging open. "And you're sure it wasn't George?"

I nodded, chewing on my bottom lip in a desperate attempt to stop crying. "I've known them for so long there's no mistaking them. And I, well I started yelling at him....I told him I had liked him."

Mum looked a little shocked, but didn't say anything as to not upset me more. "And what did he say, Baby?"

"I wouldn't let him say anything." I felt like my throat wasn't allowing me to breath as I tried to say the next bit. "But then, then he went and, and he announced he was, he was dating Angelina!"

I gasped for air, feeling like I had just torn my throat apart trying to get that out.

"Breathe, Baby, breathe."

She demonstrated deep breaths, making me join in with her to calm me down a little. Eventually I had caught my breath, preparing to quickly finish.

"They absolutely destroyed George and I." I sniffled. "But then George came up with a plan to get them to like us."

Mum raised her eyebrow at me, leaning away to look at my face. "A plan?"

"Yeah." I nodded. "I found a guy that I'm currently dating to make Fred jealous. Then once Fred breaks up with Angelina, George'll swoop in and help Angelina."

"That's gotta be the dumbest plan I've ever heard."

I was slightly taken aback that she had been so blunt with her statement. And I didn't really understand how are plan was dumb, as it seemed to be working pretty well by the glares Jeremy was receiving from Fred.

"Dumb?" I repeated.

"It sounds like something your father would do," Mum laughed. "Making a big show out of something so straight forward."

"How is it straight forward?" I asked, completely clueless as to what she was talking about.

"Baby," Mum chuckled, patting my leg, "Fred and Angelina are doing the exact same thing."

I furrowed my eyebrows, not following what she was saying in the slightest. Mum noticed my confusion and continued to try and explain.

"Fred likes you, but he didn't think you liked him back so he started dating Angelina to make you jealous. Same thing with Angelina, she likes George but doesn't think he returns the feeling so she's dating Fred to make him jealous."

"Mum that makes zero sense," I huffed.

Mum just smiled at me.

"Your father is expecting me for dinner."

"What? You can't just leave now," I laughed dryly.

"Well I told you why we couldn't send letters, and I gave you my advice on Fred," she stated.

"You told me he liked me, when he clearly doesn't!"

"Baby, just trust me."

I stayed quiet as she hugged me goodbye, paying for the Butterbeers that remained untouched.

"Well alright then," I mumbled to myself as I began to make my way out of the warm pub. I went back to rubbing my arms as I fought through the cold wind.

My mind somehow seemed to be filled with even more questions. Like how my mother came up with the idea that the guy who had completely torn my heart out of chest and started playing with it liked me.

But to top everything all off, someone started calling for me.

"Scarlett! Love! Wait up!"

I silently groaned, turning on my heel and putting on a fake smile. "Jeremy! What a coincidence!"

Jeremy smiled at me before pulling me into a sloppy kiss. I reluctantly allowed him to wrap his arm around me, leading me in the complete opposite direction of where I was originally heading.

"Are you ready to see the first task?" Jeremy asked, squeezing my shoulder.

"Not at all," I admitted. "Harry's scared out of his mind."

"Ah yes, I was meaning to ask about him." We turned into Honeydukes. "How is it that you're so close with the famous Harry Potter?"

"Oh, uh, well we're kinda like siblings I guess." Jeremy picked up a few Chocolate Frogs, removing his arm from around me to cradle the sweets. "Why do you ask?"

"Just wanted to make sure nothing was goi—hey what are you doing?!"

I raised an eyebrow at him, "I was picking up some candy..."

"What so you can get fat?" He laughed like it was the funniest joke he had ever heard.

I scoffed but bit my tongue, knowing this was my best chance to win Fred over.

Mum was just full of herself.
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I updated, wow!
I think I'm starting to get back into the flow of things, but I don't know for sure so no promises.
Anyway, I hope y'all had a good holiday and know that I love you!
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