Disclaimer: I don't own anything, seriously. Every time I hear the song No More I Love You by Annie Lennox I think that it's a song about Bellatrix Lestrange so I wrote a story to suit it to her. Enjoy.

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She didn't know why she was going to see him or why she was going to tell him what was going on. She just went cloaked in the night hidden from anyone who held a curiosity to her or her on goings for a long of time now.

She approached the door and knocked a few times then took her fist away.

She pulled her hood over her face more when the door opened and Severus Snape stood there scowl on his face as usual as if he hated the world and all it's people.

She cast her eyes up to his blank no expression in them at all that gave nothing away and didn't break contact.

"What do I owe this visit? Everyone presumes something but I've got you on my doorstep."

"Are you going to let me in or make me stand out here all night?"

"Hmmm?" he thought.

Her dead eyes grew dark. It didn't phrase him but he did move over and she walked in and awkwardly took a seat on the couch only pulling her hood down not revealing anything only the ghost of features that were once star quality beautiful.

"Do I have to play host or are you going to get straight to the point?" He asked. He stood with temper, a bad mood; he disliked her and her disgrace. They never saw eye to eye. They never saw each other matched on any level and even though they only cared for no one but themselves she took her self satisfaction in the gloat that her talents were expressed in boisterous bouts that carried. She took the simple term 'sore winner' to many levels above.

She shook her head. "I don't want anything." Her eyes cast away from him. She left her sentence hanging in the air like there was more but it couldn't pass her lips.

She fingered the silver band on her pointer finger. It was chipped and very rusted. The tribal design, whatever was visible past the rust was intricate with a beautiful precision.

"Whatever caused you to make a disappearance for eight months is your problem. Don't bring your problems around here expecting me to cover for you or handle them because the door is that way. You can stay here tonight, on the couch but I want you out before I wake in the morning. I want no trace of you left in my home." He departed up the stairs with a close of a door.

She pushed her dirty fascinate hair back from her face and licked her dry lips. They were dry beyond relief because of lack of sufficient nutrition. She lacked nourishment and care in all aspects.

With a lot of struggle she managed to pull herself up and gingerly took the steps upstairs to the bathroom where she stripped off everything and turned on the faucet to fill the tub with hot water. With enough water she turned it off and sat down with her hands on her belly where they child grew and grew soon ready to enter the world. The little boy would enter the world at the wrong time with no chance.

Snape cleared his throat and she looked over at him with no shame what so ever. She didn't care that her skin, scared and pale like paper was mucky and crawled with goose bumps or that her boobs were exposed to him with eh nipples sticking straight out.

She didn't care. She held her hands on her belly and felt the baby move, an action that scared her every day. She looked down at the bulge and rubbed softly with her hands.

"Seven months and seven days," she said. She put her hands in the water and rubbed it on her belly where it was dry. It quickly dried so she did it again.

He didn't say anything; he had no expression on his face, no judgment of her character or prospects of the situation until he opened his mouth again.

He took a seat against the tub, his back to her while she continued to rub the water on her belly. She leaned her head back on the rim and closed her eyes as the baby relaxed.

"He likes when I have a bath, it calms him down so he doesn't hurt me."

"How do you know it's a boy?" He had his head leaning against the rim but he was more hunched forward. She could see nothing of his face and she most certainly couldn't read body language.

"Because he is rough. A girl couldn't enter this life by me."

"You're not a mother."

She knew that. She knew that nothing was good that could make her happy that didn't involve only her and the pleasures that she took from others or accomplished alone for herself.

"I know that Severus. I know I am not a mother and he did not ask to be born into this life." She swished the water. It was becoming cold. She spoke quietly, spoken words with the most emotion she ever used to say something before and said, "I don't love him."

Severus didn't say anything. She knew that he knew she ws talking about her husband.

She stopped rubbing her belly and dropped her hands into the water. "This is not his baby."

He tensed. She saw it, he didn't turn around. Whatever was reading into him wasn't apparent.

"Who's the father of the baby?"

"It doesn't matter; I don't want them to know. I don't want the baby, that's why I'm here."

"I'm not dealing with the drama that you throw yourself into."

"JUST FIND HIM A HOME!" she cried out, an echo for the drark night. "Just get it away from everything . Take it somewhere where no one can match my face to his. I want the faces that raise him to be with a soul to depict everything worthy for him."

"You will never see him again." He said.

"That's the plan," she whispered.

"I will only do that. Your situation amongst others is handled by you and you only. Any words you speak of me will be wiped from your lips, am I clear?"

"I do not intent to speak of contact from you. Any shame should not tie into you. I'd hate for other to get a wrong impression. You are not worth the trouble."

"As of you and all that you take upon yourself." He stood with his back always to her, taking it as that all she was worth to him was nothing; nothing worth knowing and giving an eye view of acknowledgement.

He left her to her doings and she drained the water and dressed. She went downstairs and sat down in Severus Snape's chair and took out a folded piece of parchment from her pocket and unfolded it. It read:

Leonardo Frederick Richington

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She would name her child after his father because he was the one who taught her that there was love even in the dark.