So this was entirely unexpected, but here is Chapter 15! Ya'll's comments and votes were the perfect motivation for me to sit down and write before work this afternoon! Keep that feedback coming, I'M LOVING IT!

Ellison sat at the kitchen table, a plate of biscuits and a rather large cup of tea in front of her. Laid out on the table, was The Daily Prophet. Although it was probably her best chance at getting home to her family, if she were going to entertain the idea of something happening between her and Tom, she needed to know who Tom was when he wasn't with her. Since it was doubtful he would willingly share any of that information with her, she had taken to reading The Daily Prophet, searching its pages for any news of 'Voldemort.'

"You seem to be taking the news rather well," Avery drawled from the doorway.

"What news?" Ellison asked flatly, not bothering to look up from the paper, in no mood to deal with Avery's haughty attitude.

Avery smirked, "You mean The Dark Lord hasn't told you?" He eyed her, his smirk widening into a full on grin at the confused expression on her face. "While you were here pretending you're seventeen again, your daughter ... Ella, is it?"

She felt her stomach drop at the sound of Ella's name, a sickening feeling creeping up within her. She swallowed hard, forcing it down.

"Wha- what of her?" She asked shakily, drawing in a deep breath in an effort to steady herself. Thoughts of Calla and Ella had encompassed her thoughts every day for the past two weeks. She had longed to see them, but she knew Tom would never allow that to happen... at least not yet, he wouldn't. It was going to take time to gain his trust. He wasn't going to just let her walk out the front door ... Not after he had just gotten her back. But if something had happened to Ella ... If Avery had done something ... If Tom had done something. No ... She shook the thought away. He had given her his word. No harm would come to her family, so long as she stayed where she was.

"It seems as though she's come down with a rather bad case of Dragon Pox," Avery said, continuing to grin menacingly at her. Standing up from the table abruptly, she pushed past him, storming out of the kitchen. Were Avery's words true? Had Ella contracted Dragon Pox? She had seen quite a few cases during her time at Saint Mungo's, though she herself had never treated them. Dragon Pox was treated on the second floor of the hospital, where those who had contagious diseases were housed. She knew enough of the disease though, to know it was potentially fatal ... especially for the young.

She pressed a hand against the stairway banister, steadying herself. She felt as though she was going to be sick. Closing her eyes, she drew in a deep breath, trying to clear her head. She needed to talk to Tom ... Needed to find out the truth. Turning on her heel, she made her way to Tom's study. Not bothering to knock, she turned the doorknob, and stepped inside. Her eyes fell on Tom, who was stationed at his desk, in the corner of the room, his eyes trained on a large leather bound book that lay before him. Looking up, his eyes fell on her.

"Ellison," he said, standing to his feet.

"Is it true?" She spat out. Tom's eyes widened slightly at the suddenness of her question. "Is Ella sick?" She pressed on, hoping Avery's words had been a lie, though the expression on Tom's face told her everything she didn't want to hear. He gritted his teeth, his eyes darting away from hers.

"Ellison..." He began, trailing off as though he couldn't find the words to continue.

"How could you not tell me?" She asked breathlessly. "I'm her mother!" she continued angrily, when Tom gave no reply.

"I know..." Tom said, closing the distance between them. "Avery shouldn't've told you ... not like that."

"At least he told me," Ellison retorted, anger taking the place of her fear. Tom clenched his jaw reflexively. "How could you be so selfish?" She spat, turning on her heel towards the door.

"Where are you going?" Tom's voice sounded from behind her.

"To Saint Mungo's," she called icily. Suddenly, a hand grasped her arm, wrenching her backwards. She looked up at Tom, who was towering over her, his hand wrapped around her forearm tightly.

"No, you're not," he said, staring down at her.

"Yes, I am," she replied, trying to tug herself free, causing his grip to tighten. She reached around reflexively with her free arm, to where her wand was pocketed.

"Don't," Tom said flatly, his tone colder now. Dropping her arm back down to her side, she looked up at him, his eyes seeming to soften as they locked with hers.

"Tom ... If you have any affection for me at all," she began desperately, "You'll let me go ... You'll let me see her."

"No," Tom said, though his grip around her arm faltered slightly.

"Tom, please..." Ellison continued, placing her hand lightly over his. "She's my daughter."

"I can't lose you again."

"If you don't let me go, you've already lost me," Ellison replied softly. Tom peered down at her, his eyes darting over hers, searching them for something. "Let me go Tom. Let me go, and trust that I'll come back."

"Why would you come back?" He asked, his expression unreadable.

"Because I'm giving you my word," Ellison replied, giving his hand a light squeeze. "Let me go, and I promise I'll come back to you." Tom stared down at her, considering her words. She stared back into his eyes, willing him to see the truth hers held.

"Go," Tom replied after a moment, nodding his head slightly. "Go to her."

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I wanted to incorporate Ellison's daughters somehow since we haven't seen them since Chapter 1! What do you guys think?