Disclaimer: JK owns HP and everything. Thank you for the use of your world! I own nothing but the emotional instability of Glynda.
This story will eventually contain some sex scenes which some people may find disturbing, so don't read it if you have any sexual hang-ups.

Prologue

The heavy oak door swung open with a creak and then shut with a dull thud announcing the arrival of Lucius Malfoy.

She had been eagerly waiting for her husband to come home, and Glynda ran at full speed across the marble-floored hall from the sitting room with her arms almost overbalancing her in reaching out for him. As she approached, she leapt up and wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. He caught her, letting out a surprised moan at her actions, and held her in place as she hurriedly kissed and nibbled at his neck through his long blond hair. He drew his head back from her eagerness with a questioning expression as he let her back down onto her feet gently.

Her grin and bouncy posture, as she looked urgingly into his eyes, were contagious. Finally Lucius' face broke into a happy smile and questioned her.

"You have received good news that you wish to share I presume."

"Yes." came a squeaky reply on the verge of spilling over.

"And if I don't ask you what the news is, I'm not going to find out until…"

"Lucius! We're pregnant…….I'm pregnant…….We're going to have a baby." She bounced up and down some more and brought her hands to her face to cover her nose and mouth. Tears were forming in her eyes.

Lucius' mouth fell open and his eyes widened as his arms wound around her and drew her into him.

"Oh! My God." he breathed. "I'm going to be a father."

"Yes" came a giggly sob from his chest.

He unfolded her from the embrace and held her upper arms in a firm grip.

"We're going to be parents" he said before dropping to his knees and putting his ear against her stomach. Lucius looked up at his wife, the mother of his child, and they both giggled uncontrollably for a few minutes before he took hold of her again and looked lovingly into her eyes.

"I love you Glynda." A pause. "I love you so very much."

"I love you too Lucius." Her eyes were still brimming with tears. "We're going to be the most wonderful family."

They held each other close for a while, still standing by the door.

Glynda had never before been so happy. Here she was leaning into the embrace of a man she loved deeper than she could understand and she was carrying his child. Their first child. A child that had been conceived in the purest and most passionate throes of love. Even after four years of marriage, her heart still surged with love at the thought of Lucius Malfoy. She sighed with contentment.

Nine months later, through a curtain of fear and confusion, Glynda heard the first cries of her child. The dark, hooded strangers took the new boy-child to Lucius waiting in the corner. He turned and left her lying restrained in chains on the bed, with a blonde-haired woman by his side.

Glyndas' heart felt like it was about to explode. Stinging, salty tears drenched her maternity gown. She could hear her baby's screams getting quieter and more distant. The dark figures rounded on her and a strange incantation was spoken. As the words were completed, the pounding in her chest stopped and she could no longer even feel her sorrow. Fear engulfed her. Fear like she had never thought possible. Fear for herself, fear for her son. Even in her exhausted post-natal state, she could think of nothing but getting away from these people and never ever being part of their world again. She tried to get up and found her restraints gone. She painfully rose and began her escape. There were no signs of where her child had been taken, but she just had an overwhelming sense of terror that stopped her from trying to find out.

She ran and ran until she couldn't run anymore. The grief came back, but the waves of horror never left.

As time went on, the pain remained and so did the fear.

Weeks went by and the love for Lucius and her baby was tinged with bewilderment. The fear remained.

Months went by and her love remained and so did the fear.

Years went by and life became bearable. The love was still there. And so was the fear……