Screams echoed throughout the stone chamber. A woman lay on a metal bed with rough sheets. Her golden hair splayed around her head like a sweaty, gruesome crown. A blonde man turned away, a sound of disgust swelling from his chest.
"If you could please wait outside, Mr. Malfoy," a mediwitch snapped.
"I will not be ordered around in my own home, filthy Mudblood! You were brought here only by some horrid mistake of that incompetent receptionist!" Lucius Malfoy snapped.
However, he did exit the room, making sure the door closed with a loud BANG! that covered the woman's next scream. He walked briskly up to the main level of the house where his intended, Narcissa Black, sat with her hands delicately folded in her lap. He joined her on the dark leather loveseat and gently cupped his hands around hers.
"I'm sorry that you are here for this, my love. I never meant for you to even sense her presence. Merlin, I never meant for myself to sense it."
"I know you only slept with the wench because of me. I'm so sorry I said those things about your brother."
"Don't be. It was wrong for me to feel so attached to a filthy blood traitor anyways. Besides, he has passed now so there is no point in thinking of him. Now we must think of our future and how to recover our reputations from this little mongrel of a scandal." Lucius looked viciously at the door leading to the basement as another scream rang out. Narcissa clutched his hand.
"It sure does sound painful," she stated coolly.
"Don't worry, your child will be born in much better circumstances. No one shall even think to send an incompetent Mudblood for you. No, you shall have the finest pureblooded healers in the world at your fingertips."
Narcissa smiled at her husband-to-be and rested her head against his shoulder.
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The two must have fallen asleep because soon one of the house's maids spoke gently.
"Mr. Malfoy, sir, it's a girl."
She held a bundle of soft black blankets and from it a pale head with thick blonde hair could be seen. The woman moved as if to offer the baby to one of the two, but neither moved to recieve it.
"Narcissa shall not touch the child. Father says that it cannot be taken from this house or harmed as someone outside of the family managed to catch wind of this. I shall not touch the child. Do with it what must be done," Lucius looked at the baby apathetically. Narcissa seemed less than thrilled at the sight of it.
"Yes sir," the maid nodded. She and the child disappeared into the basement once again. The woman on the metal bed was motionless as the maid reappeared.
"I'm so sorry, Morena. Your mother might not be here to protect you, but I will. I'll do what must be done and raise you. Nothing is going to hurt you as long as I'm here to stop it." The maid laid the child in a freshly scourgio'd bassinet and sat in a chair beside it, gently rocking the basket.
So, this story has been playing around in my head for a long while and I know I have a lot of other unfinished stories that I could be finishing or working on but I've lost interest for the moment. I have four short chapters already written for this and I've been writing future scenes, like really far in the future scenes, so this will probably be a long story. I've had more time to write because I've had the flu the past few days so I've been home. Plus, this is my senior year in high school! I only have a handful of classes, three to be exact, and they're all rather easy artsy classes and I'm a teacher's aide in my other block, so I should have time to write at home more often! I have a whole page 21 page document on Morena's character and what I plan to do with her so look forward to that! I've made a tumblr for Morena simply called .com so go check it out! I'll be posting my own headcanons and such from there as if it were Morena making the posts!
R&R
~Thorne