The light on the horizon was brighter yesterday,

With shadows floating over, the scars begin to fade.

~from Linkin Park's "Final Masquerade"

Prologue

I've never been one to scare easily.

I suppose that's a lie. If Hermione heard me say that she would bark with laughter and then explain how I was often a scared little boy, especially in the past.

Now I'm scared for entirely different reasons though and none of them have to do with my personal wellbeing.

"Do you suppose there'd be anywhere open this time of night to pick up some fish and chips?" she muses, rubbing her extended belly. The past six months have been kind of a doozie for us.

Listen to me using stupid words like doozie. She's been making fun of me for weeks now because of it. I can only imagine what kind of stupidity will fall out of my mouth once my son is born.

Baby talk. I don't think Malfoy's even know how to properly baby talk to a newborn. I already feel bad for my poor son.

When we finally burst the bubble about Hermione's pregnancy to everyone things happened in an exaggerated whirlwind. There were so many rumors about the event and made-up scenarios about what was happening between us that we actually had to make a statement to put the facts in order.

Of course, we left out some of the stranger facts, like Hermione's Siren heritage. That we've kept on the down-low from the public. It's not as if they need to know.

"It's nearly one," I reply lazily, dragging my fingers through her loose curls. "Most everywhere is closed by this hour."

"I suppose that's true," she sighed, resting her head against my shoulder. Ah, the sweet delirium of pregnancy cravings. I have bought her quite the assortment of strange foods ever since we found out. It got worse when we returned to school.

The Headmaster clearly explained that it would be a scandal for the two of us to be living in the same rooms so long as there is no marriage proposal in the near future while we are still at Hogwarts. While everyone here knows we're an item now that doesn't mean people won't talk if we're sharing a room. It's silly and I disagree with the reasoning, but we're still assigned our dorms from the previous semester. Too bad we still sleep together in mine.

It's been a long time coming but I am finally at peace with life. I have a little bundle of joy coming soon, one that I am very unprepared to handle. Hermione has faith in me, but I'm not sure I have faith in myself.

I pity my poor son. His father won't even know what to do.

A/n: Hello there! If you are reading this then you've stuck with me for this long!

I know this chapter is incredibly short, and I meant for it to be that way. Between this chapter and the next there will be a large jump in time and then maybe some flashbacks, I haven't decided yet. Anyway this was just a super short introduction to get a feel for things.

The following chapters will be between 3-4000 words, so you'll be getting a lot more out of them!

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