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Chapter Two

I lay in my hospital bed for a while, very still and very much alone. I was stunned. I was shocked. I was horrified. I couldn't believe it yet in a strange way there was something I did believe about it. There was something familiar about this feeling.

I know it's impossible to feel familiarity with this situation, mostly because I was never abandoned by a husband before. But there was definitely something there. I think there were a few signs, red flags, that not everything was fine with us.

I had known that Lysander was miserable for most of the time that I was pregnant, but I had put that down to my mood swings, my constant hunger, the fact that I cried when I listened to Quidditch games on the wireless, and of course, our sex life was next to none existing. But I always thought that as soon as I pop this baby out we will get on the right track again, get back to normal or even better. We were, after all, supposed to be a family. My body is going to get back to its proper shape and eventually we were supposed to be happy-go-lucky once more.

Eventually.

Supposed.

Happy.

I hate these words.

So what was I to do now? I didn't even know where he was or where he went or with whom since he left our flat.

I could hardly believe it.

Leaving me, indeed! My normal reaction was to grab my wand and jinx his penis off and go on a warpath and destroy everything and anyone on my way. But somehow I knew that for the long shot it wouldn't do me any good to seek vengeance. I was to stay calm, keep my mind and my sanity intact. I will take it with grace, with nobility – like a true Gryffindor.

A medi-witch stopped at my bad to give me a checkup. "How are you now?" she asked, a big smile on her face. I hate her.

"Oh, I'm fine." I said, humoring her to go away.

"I suppose you're husband will be here again to see you and the baby." She said, writing something down in my chart.

"I wouldn't bet on it." I answered bitterly.

She gave me a startled look and moved away quickly, over to a nicer, more polite mother, her quill scratching her chart while the medi-witch throwing me nervous glances.

A few hours after Lysander left, Roxanne finally came. Roxanne is not only my cousin, but she is my very best friend. We were the same year at school, the same House; we had the same circle of friends. When we graduated we move in together, she was the first to know about my engagement to Lysander and she served as the maid of honors in our wedding. I couldn't cope with this on my own, and Roxanne would surely tell me what to do.

"Hi, Lils." She said as she walked over to my bed. "I was worried you'd be asleep."

"Wide awake." And abandoned by the love of my life, I thought to myself.

I wanted to burst out and bawl and tell her about Lysander leaving me right then and there, but there was that medi-witch, again, waiting to finish her checkup on her patient, another witch who just gave birth – her husband didn't leave her, seeing that he was there cooing over their newborn and beaming with pride.

"Smug bitch." I mumbled under my breath and gave her a dirty look.

Roxanne set down and held out her hand. I took it. "Lils, I know about Lysander." As she said it I noticed there wasn't any gift for the baby, or a big bunch of flowers or special effect balloons from the shop. She looked nervous and anxious.

So Lysander was telling other people? Then it must be true. My heart sank a few floors down.

"He's left me," I whispered dramatically.

"I know."

"How could he?" I asked her.

"I don't know." She said.

"He's fallen in love with someone else." I said.

"I know." She said.

"How do you know?" I demanded. I needed a longer answer than the previous.

"Rose told me. Lorcan told her." Rose was married to Lorcan. Lorcan is Lysander twin brother. Figures.

"So everyone knows." I said quietly. Roxanne looked as if she was about to die. "So it is true."

"I think it is." she was embarrassed.

"Do you know who the other woman is?" I couldn't believe my best friend, no! My family knew that my husband was cheating on me, planning on leaving me and never said a word! I was mad at her, furious, but my top priority was getting as much information as possible.

"Well…yes," she said, even more embarrassed. "It's that Amanda."

"What!" I shrieked, and the witch in the bed next to me jumped, startled by me. "Not sweet Amanda from downstairs?"

She nodded miserably. It was just as well I was lying down.

"That bitch!" I exclaimed. "She is married!"

"There's more," she mumbled. "He's talking about marrying her."

"What in Merlin's name do you mean?" I shouted. "He's already married. To me!"

"Lily," she sighed, "he's saying he's going to divorce you."

As I said, it was a good thing I was already lying down. That afternoon took away, along Roxanne patience, any hope that I might still harbor.

"Roxanne, what am I going to do?"

"Look," she said matter-of-factly, "in two days you'll be getting out of here. You still have a place to live, you have enough money to support yourself and the baby and you'll be going back to work in a few months. You have a baby to take care and look after. Give Lysander some time and you will eventually figure or work something out."

I was at a total loss. Never in my life have I ever felt this alone and afraid. I wanted to pull over the blankets over my head and die. Unfortunately, this wasn't a very probable option because I had a poor defenseless newborn to take care of. What a great start to life. Less than two days old and already let down by your father and your mother is on the verge of a breakdown.

"How could he do this to me?" I asked Roxanne.

"You asked me that for the millionth time." She said.

So I had. I didn't know how could he do this to me but I knew he had.

I was never in the position of being a victim and I never understood people who behaved as if they were always in that position – if they expected the worst to happen than it was inevitable. Now I know that sometimes people don't volunteer to be victims yet they become anyway and it's not their fault. It's certainly not my fault my husband has allegedly fallen in love with someone else and left me. I didn't expect it to happen but it happened anyway. I wasn't immune to heartbreak or to one disaster after another. It's just life.

Roxanne and I just sat there, trying to come up with a good idea or say something to help move things in the right direction. Suddenly I had the answer. Well, maybe not the answer but an answer. I felt like a muggle movie heroine as I sat up straight in bed and cleared my throat.

"I'll go home. I'll go home to Godric's Hollow."

I finally had a plan.

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