Prologue
'You know that I love you right?' Tears silently rolled down her soft cheeks as her trembling hand reached up to cup his face. He nodded, swallowing back nervously: he couldn't understand why she was crying, certainly there was no need to.
'No matter what happens, I would always and always love you to the moon and back. You know that right?' she continued, her voice starting to shake. He nodded again because he did know that and he would say the same to her, though without seeming as though he was about to enter an impossible battle.
'There's something I have to tell you, even though you will never remember again.'
'What is it?' he asked, brushing her brown curls away from her face and tucking them behind her ear. She forced a smile onto her face, and it was obvious that it was faked for he could distinctly see the violent trembling of her delicate chin.
'We… have a treasure. A wonderful treasure,' she said softly, unconsciously running her hand over her stomach, already feeling a small bump.
A wide grin broke out across his face. 'Then why shed all those tears?' he asked, kissing them away.
She chose to ignore this question. 'I want… you to choose our child's name,' she whispered.
He pulled her closer to him, so close that he could feel the distinctive pounding of her heart and the seductive warmth of his loved one. He kissed her nose softly and nuzzled her neck. 'Well, I shall gladly do the honors,' he paused, thinking deeply before once again, breaking into a wide smile. 'If our child is a girl, it shall be Alyssa and if it's a boy, it shall be Scorpius.'
'I'll keep that in mind.'
Suddenly, she pressed her lips hard against his, kissing with an urgency that he had never experienced before. He returned the kiss, just as passionately and as his tongue swiped her bottom lip, she parted her lips, allowing his tongue to explore the corners of her mouth. His fingers reached down to unbutton her shirt, but she placed her hands over his, stopping him. He shot her a confused look, then his eyes went to the wand gripped firmly in her hand.
'I'm sorry,' she cried hysterically, breaking away from him. She backed away from him as he advanced upon her.
'What's wrong? Tell me what's wrong!' he cried out desperately. It was just a dream. Just a dream. A dream gone wrong. The love of his life would never, on any circumstances point a wand at him. Never!
'Obliviate.'
