Written for prompt of the day at The Golden Snitch forum. Prompt: (song) Ronan by Taylor Swift

Not my original idea, but I hope I used the prompt correctly. Please enjoy! And review? ;)

Come on, baby, we are going to-

fly away from here.

Ronan -Taylor Swift

What had she done?

She was sick and broken.

Which was wrong. Her eyes were wild and dark as they stared at her ragged reflection in the mirror. It had cracks along the side reaching into the center across her face. It was nothing like the beautifully ornate mirror that she had been staring at just hours before.

Merope Gaunt was meant to be healthy and pure. Not hiding away in a rickety old house that had cracked mirrors, cracked sinks, and cracks going up the sides of the walls. Mocking her.

She was meant to be fixed and loved.

Singing and dreaming of the family that was yet to come and how pleased her husband would be with an heir. Mudblood or not, he had no idea of what an important bloodline their child would've beeen a part of that he missed out on. She hissed at the mirror and bowed her face. She messed up.

How his handsome face had twisted into a snarl as he struck her and banished her from the house. Her nails clenched the side of the cracked sink in shame and anger. Her face still stung but that was the least of her pains. She had no where to go or shelter herself and... - her hands fell to her stomach - she had another little one to carry with her and her mistakes.

Within moments her perfect life had fallen apart and Merope couldn''t help but laugh - cackle at the her reflection - like the witch she apparently was. Dreams don't fall like shooting stars to the ugly. You have dig in the dirt to find your wish and make it happen.

A child...

Merope straightened her thin figure in the mirror and ran her hand over where a new life was being born at this moment. This innocent, innocent child. Her lungs failed her at that moment and she bent over coughing in pain.

Her baby.

She blinked rapidly, her heart beating furiously in her chest, oh she felt like she was going to sick again. Worthy of so much and look at her crumpled in the dirt with only lies as proof that someone loved her. How was her child ever going to have a future when his mother was nothing but a broken, sick girl.

Merope rubbed her stomach in a soothing motion. "I could give you the world."

Slowly

Breathe

"I bet you will be handsome as your father."

Merope leaned towards the ground, breathing heavily in pain and a rush of bitterness swept through her. Her life was ending and nobody cared. How longer she could live, she had no idea.

If she closed her eyes, then maybe she could imagine herself back in the mansion with the person she loved, but that wouldn't be fair to him.

Merope closed her eyes and started to sing.

She wasn't very good so she had been told but it wasn't very bad. It was rough and slow, but Merope sang for what she hoped would be a future for someone even if she might not survive.

"Come on, baby - we are going to fly away from her- "

Her voice broke.

Would her child survive?

Would she survive?

How could either of them when they were just laying in the dirt, sick and broken because of her. Merope Gaunt was supposed to have the future and now she just had strands of the past in her cracked hands.

What had she done?