" But he is like 40 years old. No, I won't do it! You can't make me!"For emphasis I stamped my feet."See! Your reaction is so feminine," she laughed. ..."What boy wouldstamp his feet like that. You have become a real girly girl! Now, notanother word or you will be sorry. Do I make myself clear?"Fighting back tears I merely nodded.I managed to keep my emotions in check the rest of the day but insideI was in a mess. It turned out to be one of the longest days of mylife. Trying on wedding dresses was. But whatever is going on, in my dreams it's impossible for me to fight her. I don't even know whatever it is we would be fighting about. I just have this vague sense that I've wronged her in some way. Taken something from her, not an object, but a right of some kind. And in my dreams she wants it back." She grasped Harry more tightly as the angle of descent steepened, their destination rushing up at them now."Once we polish off Voldemort, I'm sure we'll be able to take on your witch." I am. My father passed away when I was three, lasting slightly longer than the doctors gave him. My mother was distraught but was and still is a strong woman. For quite a while she didn’t date, instead, making sure my education and well-being came first.I was a good student and by the time I was ten, I was far ahead of most of my class. My mother decided it was time for her to go back out into the dating world and within the year she was remarried. My step-father at first was nice, but it didn’t. At the age of 17, I was promised to a man of 32. This was the norm in those days. At 18, we were married and lived in a small rental. I did not know what job my husband did but he always came home with a wage packet with 10% missing. That was his wages and I was to look after rent, food, clothing and myself with the balance. If for any reason I needed more money, I just had to ask him. For many years we tried to have children but I found out at age 13 my husband had a bad bout of mumps all over.