Chapter 35: ──thirty two

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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐓𝐖𝐎

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IT'S BEEN MONTHS, BUT OLIVIA isn't quite sure of that. The only thing reminding her that time is passing outside her cell is her growing belly. Voldemort did not kill her as he said he wouldn't and he did not torture her like her did with Regulus.

She's become so familiar with Regulus' screams now that sometimes she hears it even in her sleep, but they always keep him alive and he sleeps for days on end. Sometimes, she wishes they would just kill him rather than this slow torture they've invented. There are days when he doesn't respond, just stuck in his own head as if he no longer has any hold on reality. Then she instantly feels guilty and Olivia shakes the thoughts out of her head.

"How far along are you?" He asked in one of those days he's actually conscious, but his eyes are droopy and his bones and skin body lays flat on the ground.

"I don't know," Olivia admits. She's gotten big, incredibly so. She's into a huge fucking house now that the shirt she's wearing no longer fits her. She's also now unable to stand on her own and her entire body has gone numb without all the movements, but Olivia's fine with that because her babies are kicking and they kick a lot so she ignores everything else and focuses on that.

Regulus had been giving her more than half of his food. Partly so they could sustain the twins even with these circumstances, and mostly because he's unable to swallow much more than a few spoons without vomiting it back up.

"He'll come for you," Regulus muttered. "Potter's in love with you and if there's one thing I learned in this god awful world, love makes even the best of us fall to our knees."

Olivia says nothing. She knows James would come for her, fight tooth and nail to get her back, but she doesn't want him to. She doesn't want him to even try and risk the chances of getting taken then they'd be in this fucking hell hole together.

"Sirius will come for you, too," Olivia told him quietly. "I know he will."

In the dark, Regulus weakly shook his head. "No, my brother will come for you."

"He cares about you," she insists, remembering the look in his eyes whenever Regulus is mentioned. Sirius loves his brother but perhaps he loved his life more.

"He left me," Regulus said bitterly. "In that fucking house with those fucking people."

"I never said he cared about you more than himself," she said. She doesn't blame Sirius though. He had done what was best for him though it came with the expense of his brother. Olivia knows what it's like to be in that situation.

Regulus chuckled darkly but said nothing else, leaving Olivia back to her thoughts.

When she was first captured, Olivia had refused to think about James at all cost, but now he's all she can think about. She thinks about his bright hazel eyes and his carefree laugh. She imagines herself running her fingers through his messy hair while tucked under his arms. He's all she wants to think about.

After months stuck in this cell, Olivia no longer wants them to save her. What's waiting for her out there as the daughter of Voldemort anyway? She just wants her babies safe. That's all she wants.

So Olivia goes back to what has become her hobby, imagining what could have their future. This time she imagines James in them. She imagines James with the kids on his shoulders, laughing and giggling with their arms spread wide.

With those thoughts in mind, a small smile into her face.

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AS SPRING ROLLS AROUND AND James Potter's birthday comes, he has only one wish. But of course, everyone knows of that wish. James Potter is slowly withering away with his love not by his side.

Though, safe to say, it's not only James withering away as well as the now twelve year old Lucas Potter. The boy, as it turns out, struggles with abandonment issues. He had cried for days on end after having found out about Olivia and then he turned into mischief - which any other time, James would wholeheartedly support. Lucas was then often found wandering the halls at night in his pajamas with that lost look in his eyes that tends to break James' heart.

So James had taken him in to sleep in Olivia's room at night. Lucas would occupy the bed and James would usually be sat on the floor, cigarette on his lips as he wallows in self pity.

Sirius and Remus often lecture him regarding his health but that never seems to get through him, but of course Sirius is not faring very well either considering his baby brother had been taken by a fucking murderous cult, and neither is Samuel and so Remus is left to care for his friends.

Lucas whispered in his sleep, making James pull himself up from the floor to approach him. For a moment, he watches Lucas shift uncomfortably, wondering if he truly is the best person to be taking care of this child. He briefly wonders if maybe he should be calling Remus because he's certainly not in the right space of mind to be a person someone can lean on.

But then he hears him whimper again and James realizes he doesn't care. He'd take care of Lucas the way he was unable to do for Olivia and their unborn kids.

"Hey," he gently shakes him away, soft voice as he did so. "Wake up, Bambi. It's only just a dream."

Lucas' eyes are wide as he surveys the room before crawling closer to James.

"It's not," he whispers against James' chest. "It's not a dream."

James said nothing, because what else is there to say? Lucas is right. Their nightmares had become reality and James hates the fact that he can't do anything to change that.

"I'm sorry," he whispers against Lucas' head, hugging the little boy tighter. "I'm so sorry."

Lucas only sobs as James held him, heartbreaking sobs that should not have come from a twelve year old.

"When we get Olivia back," James says, his own voice shaky from the tears gathering in the corner of his eyes. "We'll celebrate your birthday, okay? We'll throw a party. We'll shop for gifts."

Lucas meekly nodded as his sobs began to subside. "I love you, dad."

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"YOU'RE PREGNANT," SOMEONE SNEERED  and Olivia looked up to see her mother looking down at her with disgust evident in her eyes. "I should have known you'd turn out to be a whore."

Olivia grimaced, feeling the now permanent ache in her body due to her large stomach. "I probably got it from you, mother. You did let the monster outside fuck you."

"I'd watch that filthy mouth if I were you, girl!"

Olivia let out a humorless laugh. "Why? Going to torture me? Use the cruciatus curse like you did when we were children?"

The woman huffed. "I did that for your own good. You and your brother needed to learn a lesson."

Olivia glared at her. "I was a child!"

"A child who liked to misbehave."

"What did you expect, bitch?" She asked with venom dripping with every word. "We were children! We were meant to play outside but you fucking locked us down and tortured! And you wonder why we fucking despise you?"

The matriarch of the Kinsley family matched her venom, glaring at her daughter so hard, Olivia feels her skin crawl. "You ungrateful bitch!"

Olivia rolls her eyes. "Tell me, mother, were you so desperate for some dick that you spread your legs for that monstrosity out there? But then again, I suppose I shouldn't be surprise with exactly how ridiculously low your standards are considering you did marry a monster. My, my, mother, I think you may have a type."

The woman looked as if she wanted to grab her wand now and kill her then and there, and for a moment, Olivia thought she would really do it, but eventually she calmed herself, putting on the facade every proper lady should wear. "If it were up to me, I'd let you rot in this cell, but alas, the dark lord has bigger plans for you."

"Oh you'd just love to see me dead wouldn't you?"

The woman gave her a sadistic smile. "Oh you have no idea. Maybe I'd even volunteer to do the honors."

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AMARA KINSLEY HAD BEEN QUITE content with how her life was going before everything went to shit. She knows she's selfish for thinking so because nothing in the world was right, but in her own world, with Alexander's arm's wrapped around her, everything was perfect.

She had never thought it'd turn out the way it did, because goddamn it, she had spent so long protecting her little siblings for this to happen. She had traveled the fucking world, sacrificed her own life, to avoid this thing happening and yet, like a sick joke from fate, it happened.

She had been in Hogsmeade as well the night it had happened. She had been in Alex's flat, wrapped around in his wool sheets. She had been in heaven.

"Your giggles rival Oliver's," Amara had teased. She had ended up spending Christmas with the Woods' and met the little bundle of energy that is Oliver Wood, one year old and already so full of mischief.

Alexander feigned offense as his calloused fingers reached to tuck her hair behind her ears. "You'd pay for that."

"Oh, I'd like to see you try, darling."

But of course, Amara was not able to see as Samuel barged in, eyes wild and chest heaving in panic.

"They got her, Mara," he says and Amara feels her heart sink to her stomach as she pulls away from Alexander. "They got her. They got Olivia."

But that had been nearly two months ago. They finally know where she's being kept and Amara is done sitting by.

"Can't I go with you?" Alex asks somberly, watching as Amara pulls a dark denim jacket.

"You have no training. I'm not going to risk it."

"So you're going to risk yourself?"

She gives him a sad smile as she hides an extra wand in her boots. Not for her, Amara trusts her skills enough, but for Samuel. To make sure he has backup because the stubborn boy had bloody insisted, fought her tooth and nail for it.

"She's my sister," Amara tells him. "It's my job to protect her. And she's pregnant. She needs me, Alex."

Alex nods, understanding her despite hating it. Truth be told, Alexander Wood had never thought he'd find love. He was content with his life, with being the cool uncle who does bartending for a living. He was happy and then this woman came along with that bloody thunderstorm in her eyes and that look in her face, but Alex never thought he'd get her, because this woman, this woman is out of this world and would surely not go for the likes of him.

And then she came back and he knew he was fucked. A gorgeous woman with emotional baggage enough to fill fucking britain? Sounds like the type to break his heart.

But Alex was okay with that. He's okay with getting his heart broken if it meant having her.

"Marry me," he says suddenly, making Amara halt her movements and he looked up to meet her icy eyes. "I know I don't have much. I-I don't have a big house like the one you grew up in and I'm not like the men who's asked for your hand before-"

Amara put a finger on his lips to silence him. She gave him a smile, wider than she's ever given him before and Alex feels his heart flutter. "I'll marry you."

Alex beams and he can barely describe the happiness in his heart. "Once your sister is safe, I'll get a proper ring and we'll plan the wedding. A small one, with only my family and yours and we'll get a small house. You can continue teaching and I'll get a proper job. We'll have a good life."

Amara holds his face in her palm, placing her lips against his. "I'd really like that."

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞:

i'm sorry for the time

jump but it had to be

done!

lucas calling james

dad just makes me

feel some typa way, ya

know?

also olivia's like really

big now. if you search

up 7 months pregnant

with twins, you'd see

just how big she is.