"Congratulations, Miss. Morgan," said the healer and 's. "You are pregnant."
Roxanne had come to 's to find out if she was pregnant. She hoped more than anything that she was. She was with the man of her dreams. They hadn't married yet, and there was going to be lots of talk, when everyone found out that she was pregnant. Roxanne didn't care though, because Tom was the most wonderful man she had ever met.
Roxanne can remember the first day she meet Tom at her parent's Christmas party, just a couple months ago. Shortly after the party, Tom had brought her to his house. That was the first night that they made love.
Roxanne wanted to wait until she was married, but she couldn't help herself. He was everything to her and having a baby with him would mean the world to her.
Tom Riddle walked up to the pregnant woman, who was sleeping.
"Preteritus," said Tom with his wand pointed at the woman. "Tendo," was the next spell he said. "Posterus," was the last spell he said, but it didn't do anything. "Posterus," he said again, but still it did nothing. He tried it a couple more times, but every time it failed, so he gave up.
"OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD. TOM GET THIS BABY OUT OF ME. I JUST WANT IT OUT," screamed Roxanne.
"You have to push," said Tom.
"AHHHHHH."
"There you go it is almost out, just push one more time."
Roxanne pushed for the final time and she was so glad that it was over.
"It is a girl," Tom said over the screaming of the baby.
"Let me see her," demanded Roxanne as she had her arms reaching out for her baby.
Tom gave her the baby.
"She is so beautiful. What do you want to name her?" asked Roxanne.
"Whatever you like," said Tom.
"What about Rosabel Nicole."
"That is a beautiful name"
Tom pulled out is wand from his robs, and pointed it at the woman and the baby. This was the moment that he was waiting for. The moment where he would get his most powerful weapon.
"What are you doing?" asked Roxanne.
"Avada Kedavra," yelled Tom.
The baby started to cry as it was being held by her dead mother. Tom picked up the baby. He looked at her; he could not wait until she was older, so he could use her. He laid her down in the crib that he bought with the baby's mother. Then he turned around and left to get some sleep.
Crack
It was three in the morning and a man with long white hair, a long white beard, and half-moon spectacles appeared in front of the sleeping baby. He picked the baby up and with another crack, he was gone.
Tom woke up the next morning. He decided he should go check on the bay. Nevertheless, when he got there, she was gone; his most powerful weapon was gone.
"NOOO," he yelled.
Sorry that is toke me so long to update, but I had exams last week and a bad case of writer's block. I am also sorry that it is so short. I am trying to work on the lengths of my chapters.