7 CherryTree Cottage.

Raelene slumped down onto the large red sofa and looked over at the black haired young witch who was reading a large leather bound book.

"I hope you've packed your trunk Esme," said Raelene tiredly. "I do not want a repeat of last year."

Esme looked at her mother before moving quietly from the lounge with a scowl.

"If you keep that up, you'll end up looking like your father," called Raelene with a smirk as she sank back on the sofa. "Never have children," she added looking at the large portrait of an old woman.

"I did warn you," the portrait replied. "But no one ever listens to mother."

"Of course not, thats what mother's are fun, to give out advise which their children ignore."

"You look worn out child," said Raelenes mother softly.

"What do you expect? Bloody Bellatrix turned up in my shop today!" hissed Raelene. "She thinks i wont report her to the Ministry, but i have, i dont want her coming near Esme..."

"You have seen?"

"Only a small glimpse of what could be," she sighed. "And i didnt like what i saw,"

"You never do," smiled her mother.