ENCHANTED[2]

chapter seventeen

She was starting to lose it a little, not knowing if it was the talking portraits of her dead mum or uncle, or the fact meetings were being held in the kitchen, or if her father was a little bit more crazier than usual, but she needed a break from it all.

Millie needed time to realize her parents were on the wrong side of the first war, sitting with Louise on a bench and sharing the same cigarette as they watched kids with their parents go by. Louise was worried of being judged like this, especially because of the fact they were standing outside in broad daylight, not caring of the fact Voldemort was out there.

"You were right by the way." Breaking the silence, Louise didn't want to smoke anymore, having sunglasses on at the moment, the sun shining at a respectable temperature. "About what?" Louise asked, needing some more clarification.

"Dad didn't want to tell me, he's not mad I know, but wish I didn't push you to tell me." Millie explained, Louise eating some gum for her breath.

"Least you know now. Wasn't it suspicious why you were at the house and they weren't?" Louise asked, putting her knees up to her chest and test her head on it, looking at her best friend.

"Thought they didn't want to live where their dead best friend slept." Millie said with an innocent shrug, Louise not liking the way she said that.

Looking away from Millie, Louise noticed a man smoking a cigarette as he read a muggle magazine on a bench.  "Sorry, I sounded like a dick when saying that." Millie corrected herself, patting Louise' arm, bringing her back to the conversation.

"It's okay, I know you were just saying your feelings." Louise told the girl, the man no where near the bench anymore, making the girl nervous. She had a knack for men that looked at her funny because of her mother, having half the men in Slytherin bow to her most of the time.

It annoyed her, but that's their fault for thinking she was anything like her mother. "Louise Potter, as I live and breathe." Getting scared, Millie scooted closer when they saw a random man stand in front of her with a cigarette in his hand, a long trench coat as well.

His hair was thinning out, quite older with dark lines on his face, staring at the two girls. "I'm sorry?" Louise lied, pretending to be confused.

"Don't play muggle with me, you know what happens to muggles don't you?" The man asked, Louise holding her friend hand while still being on the couch.

He was obviously a wizard like them, was he apart of the ministry? Apart of the order? Who was he.

"My apologies I'm just not sure who you are?" Louise told him, screwing up her face a little, confused of what was happening. "Your mother sure knew." He said, catching the two girls off guard.

"Yeah well my mother knew everyone and their grandmother so that doesn't really narrow it down." Sassing him a little, the older man laughed as he inhaled the long drag, blowing the smoke away from the girls faces.

"So if you got her eyes and hair, what did you get from your father? Certainly not being a Gryffindor liked he hoped." Looking this man up and down, the brunette was starting to get annoyed, standing up.

"Okay, that's enough, I don't know who you are but you need to stop." Millie gritted, holding Louise back a little. "Your father is no better, I think you might need to have a talk to see how your parents really were during the first wizarding war and rethink all the lies you've been fed." The man said, not wanting to cause any trouble, beginning to walk away.

"Why won't you tell us who you are?" Yelling out for an answer, the man turned around before he replied with, "because if I told you I'd have to kill you, and I want to kill your brother first." Watching him disaparate in the air, Louise felt like her heart split into two, realizing she was talking to the man she's supposed to be staying away from.