If only they knew. Our daughter she says. I'll never love her, she's a mudblood mistake but she sure as hell isn't Hermione Grangers daughter. I think wandering around the muggle village of Clovelly. Searching for a house, a house that holds all I need.
Flash back
"Names Oliver Ackley" A tall man said leaning against the bar
"Astoria" I giggle as he formally shakes my hand
"How about a drink" He asks coyly
After a few rounds I'm pulled to the dance floor, head nestled in this mans neck. His toxic smell makes me feel high. A muggle I can stand. We sway back and forth as I twist off my wedding ring.
House 15 Dransly Street. The house is small and run down with children's toys in the garden. 7 steel letters spell "Ackley's" on the door. I step onto the porch and rap on the red door. A tall man with thinning hair and a rumpled t-shirt answers.
"Oliver Ackley ma'am how can I help you" He asks
"Astoria, Astoria Greengrass" I stick my hand out to shake and the mans eyes widen in terror.
"What do you want" He whispers harshly
"To talk to you. There's something I need" a small seductive smile on my lips
"Fine 5 minutes, don't talk to anyone. Not after last time" He says pulling me in. The door was closed and the doorstep left empty.