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Anyone Who Knows What Love Is Will Understand

Chapter 1 - Can't Handle It

She thinks back on that night every day. Even now, her children all grown up and going off to Hogwarts, she wonders what could have been. What if she had told him how she felt? He had said he had feelings for her, but that must have been the heat of the moment talking. Lots of people got together immediately after the war, wanting someone to love after losing so many people, and changed their minds shortly after. That morning when she woke, Draco gone, not a trace of him left behind, her heart broke. She never told anyone about that night, not even Ron or Hermione. She had been too hurt, especially after—

"MUUUUM!"

Albus's voice interrupted her train of thought.

"Yes, dear?" Harry asked.

"We need to go! We're going to be late for the game if we don't leave now!" he whined.

"I'll be there in a minute," she responded.

"But Mum, you said that ten minutes ago!"

"Just go wait by the floo, I'm coming," she sighed.

She glanced in the mirror, attempting to straighten her unruly hair for the thousandth time that morning. She gave up with a sigh, grabbed her purse, and headed downstairs to the floo.

When she and Albus came out on the other side, they where at the stadium. The game was about to start. Albus ran up the stairs two at a time, calling after his mother to hurry up so she wouldn't miss the start of the game. Normally she wouldn't want to be late to a game either, but today was different. They were here as the Malfoy's guests, and she always dreaded having to spend time with them. She loved Scorpious; she really did. However, along with Scorpious came his father and seeing him made her feel like her insides were dying, like her intestines were trying to tie themselves up like shoelaces until any circulation of blood was impossible and her organs threatened to explode.

She finally made her way to the private box and stepped inside. The game just started. Albus and Scorpious were deep in conversation and didn't even notice her entering. Draco looked up and gave her a curt nod as she sat down next to him.

"Lovely weather for a game," he said.

"Yes, it is," she replied, trying no to remember the feeling of his breath on her skin.

"Will you be attending the Ministry Ball next Sunday? Astoria keeps talking about how much she wants to see you there," he commented.

"Yes, I promised Kingsley I would attend. I'm sure Astoria has a beautiful dress picked out for it. Why isn't she here today?" Harry asked, despite how jealous she was of Astoria, she couldn't help but like Malfoy's wife. She was one of the nicest people Harry had ever met and treated Albus like her second child.

"Her mother has been a bit under weather lately, so she is visiting her in Paris. What about your husband? Will he be attending the Ball as well?"

"No, he's out of town for work," she replied.

Draco nodded at this, but said nothing more. They sat through the rest of the game in silence. Malfoy and the children seemed transfixed on the game in front of them, but Harry's mind was miles away.

A few weeks after The Night, which is how she had come to think of it, she still hadn't heard so much as a word from Malfoy. She had thought about contacting him, but she wasn't sure what she would even say to him. Now, though, things were different. She didn't just want to talk to him; she needed to talk to him. She fought to gather up all of her Gryffindor courage and apparated to the gates of the Manor. After being granted entrance, she walked up to the intimidating structure before here and knocked on the big oak doors. A house elf she didn't recognize answered and showed her into a formal sitting room to wait. Before Draco showed up, Narcissa Malfoy entered. She was kind and made small talk and offered Harry tea, which she accepted. She also thanked her for helping save her son and for the testimony she had written for them during the trials.

"Honestly, Mrs. Malfoy, you don't need to thank me. I was happy to do it. I owe you so much for protecting my in the forest," she said as she sipped her tea.

"Well then, let's talk about something else!" Narcissa said, beaming. "Have you seen the announcement in the paper today? We are so thrilled for our Draco."

Not sure what Mrs. Malfoy was talking about, she took the paper that was being held out to her. At the top of the page was a picture of Draco and a woman she didn't recognize. She looked at the header to see which section she was looking at and her heart almost stopped. "ENGAGEMENT ANNOUNCMENTS" it read. Her breath stopped. Her heart beat twice its normal rate. Her hands began to shake slightly.

At this moment, Draco finally entered the room.

"Sorry for the delay. The Aurors had a few more questions for me," He said with a shrug. "Hello, Potter. To what do I owe the pleasure?"

Harry looked up from the paper, not sure what to say now.

"I…uh…Just, wanted to tell you congratulations!" She stumbled over her words and with a forced smile continued, "Congratulations on your engagement!"

She got out of that house as quickly as she could. She apparated to a nearby market, too upset to go home yet. She stood outside a magical pet store with cages of kneazles waiting to be adopted and tried not to cry. A black and white kneazle rubbed its head against her hand playfully while she tried to catch her breath. This couldn't be happening. She was supposed to tell him. What was she to do now? She had to go back. He deserved to know, and she needed to tell him.

"Excuse me?" A tall, dark haired man a few years older than her approached her. "That kneazle seems particularly fond of you. And he doesn't normally like people."

She looked at him absently.

"Are you alright?" he asked.

She did not respond.

"My name is Jack," he continued, "You look pretty pale. Maybe you should sit down?"

Harry couldn't hear him any more.

"Miss? MISS?" He shouted. "YOU'RE BLEEDING!"

Harry looked down and saw the blood. There was so much. She didn't know she had that much blood inside her. She tried to sit down, but before she had the chance, everything went black.


Some time later she awoke on a bed in Saint Mungo's. The man from the market, Jack, was still there, sitting next to her in a white chair with the latest issue of The Quibler open on his lap.

"You're awake!" he said with a smile.

"Yeah…" she said, still somewhat dazed. "What happened?"

"I…uh, I think the Healer should explain that," he said, looking slightly uncomfortable.

She looked at him. He was handsome, with black hair and a crooked smile that gave him a mischievous look. He was dressed oddly for a wizard too. He was wearing a fleece lined jean jacket and muggle trousers and boots. The trousers and boots were covered in blood.

"Is that my blood?" she asked.

Jack nodded solemnly.

Before she could ask, even though she felt sure she knew the answer, the Healer entered the room.

"Miss Potter," he said. "I'm glad to see you awake and alert. You lost a lot of blood."

"Just say it," she said. "Just tell me what happened. I can handle it."

The Healer took a deep breath before speaking.

"You had a miscarriage," he said.

She couldn't handle it.


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