DISCLAIMER: Im not makin any money off it am I? Thought not.
I never did truly stop believing he'd change till that one night. The one that'd change my life for good.
The one that put my mind on the fast track to this cell…
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A few nights passed, the same happened each day. My bruises simply piled up. As did the cuts and slight twitches which I know will haunt me forever.
How it happened, I truly wish I knew. He must have done it while I was unconscious. It would never happen willingly.
Any guesses yet? I am pregnant. I, Hermione Jane Granger, am pregnant with Viktor Krum's spawn. A slight shiver of disgust runs down my body. Two months to be exact. How I didn't know till now, I was simply to preoccupied.
Its not the forming childs' fault their father is an ass. And an abusive man. So Im going to take it away from here. Take it somewhere it can grow, somewhere happy and safe.
Somewhere nonexistent at the moment for me.
He's home. Heavy feet fall onto the freshly washed ground. He roughly grabs my arm expecting sex. I will admit it. I am afraid. Afraid for this innocent beings life. He likes it rough, whips, chains, the whole shibang. I don't want to damage it. Damage the small being inside me. Its my responsibility to protect him or her.
So I resisted. I pulled away.
And here I am.
On the ground.
My body paralyzed from that damn curse.
'Its dead.' My mind whispers to me. 'You couldn't protect me.' An imaginary voice whispers, the echo of what could have lived.
I know. Somehow I know. The poor unborn baby was dead; call it women's intuition.
I call it, fate.
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Fate didn't want another being with Vikkys' DNA to be on this Earth. To exist.
And Viktor's simply an ass. So Fate worked its cruel touch and killed the infant.
It still haunts me, that small angelic voice. The voice I've associated with her. I know it would have been a girl. A beautiful baby girl with curly locks of brown hair and heavy lidded black eyes. Porcelain skin.
My mind imagined the child, the one I'll never meet, and I named her Calista Rose. Beautiful Rose. My lovely daughter. Gone.
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I don't know if I should be happy or not. Not a single review. Is the story to dark? Or just suckish?
104 HITS on the First Chapter.49 HITS on the Second Chap.
But no reviews. So I dedicate this to my mum who was the first to read the poem that spawned this all.
-Julieann
