Just a short little drabble. Don't own HP. Don't forget to R&R and all that jazz…
.x. Augury .x.
They are both new mothers, and they are both condemned to death.
The first, made so on the fifth of June, does not believe it to be true. She believes that her husband will be a faithful servant—faithful enough to save them both. Deep down, however, she has to know. They say that for Death Eaters it's life service or death, but no one ever says what they really mean—it's life service because He kills you before you can leave.
The other, made so on the thirty-first of July, knows her fate. She has been lucky to escape him three times; she knows she won't be so fortunate again. She knows that her life will end with the words 'Avada Kedavera', the question is simply when.
The first cradles her newborn child in her arms as she lays in the hospital room alone, smiling and feeling her heart swell up with unfamiliar emotion. She loves him, this infant boy.
The second coos at her son, offering him her finger to grasp. She smiles as he does, and her husband grasps her shoulder. "Our son," he says proudly, and he brings in his jubilant friends.
"Draco Abraxus Malfoy."
"Harry James Potter."
Two women from different worlds with only one thing in common:
They know they've brought two boys into the world just to watch them die.