TW: miscarriage


"Do you remember teaching us to fly? Draco and I, right before we went to Hogwarts?"

"Yes." She waited for him to say more.

This wasn't exactly the conversation she had been hoping for.

"Do you remember what you told us?"

"I don't think so."

"You said you wouldn't have us shown up by anyone, but particularly not by Gryffindors."

"Were you?"

"Unfortunately," she said, twisting her lips, "Harry Potter is a very good Quidditch player."

He didn't have anything to say about that.

"I remember seeing you when I would go see Draco play."

"Ravenclaw won once or twice."

"I know."

"Narcissa would go too."

"Yes."

"I missed you two, you know, when things started to change. You were better parents than my own. Funny, things like that."

"Funny indeed."


Two weeks went by, then four, two months, half a year. It became apparent that Felicity wouldn't escape, that no one was coming for her at all. Conversation with Lucius stagnated; he was ashamed of everything and only ever opened up to her at night. Sometimes, with embarrassment clouding his voice, he would ask her for services beyond marital duty. Oh, he asked, but she knew "no" was not the right answer, and she would get down on her knees in penitence.

There were meetings to go to, other Death Eaters with cruel faces to talk to. Her parents were always there. She would never speak to them, but she would stare unabashedly at them the whole duration of the meeting, once bringing her mother to fake, wet tears. After that, her father grabbed her by the arm before she could run, barefoot, back upstairs.

"What was that, young lady? Don't you think your mother has feelings?"

"She clearly doesn't; I have seen what it means to love your child and you two are no example of it." Felicity jerked her arm away. "Someone else owns me now," she sneered.


Lucius had told her to stay upstairs, slamming the bedroom door behind him. What she didn't see was the moment he spent just outside, considering whether or not to lock it.

For the next hour, she could hear mingled voices, some unfamiliar, many of them yelling. They were in the other wing, and they were extremely loud.

After another stretch of time passed, the voices changed. There were just two now, both women, one clearly suffering. Felicity pushed the door ajar. The suffering woman was screaming now. Felicity took a step. The screaming intensified. She took two more, and before she knew it, she was standing outside the door of the formal dining room, listening to Bellatrix Lestrange torture Hermione Granger.


Nothing good can come of this, Felicity thought, ear pressed against the door, hand on the knob. They can't save me. She was staring to believe this now; their mind games were working. But she kept gripping the knob harder and harder, possibilities spinning around her addled brain.

She could hear Harry and Ron now, and Luna. The voices hadn't been unfamiliar, they were just long lost.

Suddenly, for a minute, everything was quiet. Then, Bellatrix's cruel voice.

"Someone is listening at the door, children. Wouldn't you like to know who?" Felicity's hand flew off the knob, and her breath caught. She turned to run, and the door banged open behind her.

"Say hello, Felicity," Bellatrix said. "These are guests in your home. And hasn't it been so long since they've seen you? Why don't you show them what's changed?" Felicity turned, slowly, wretchedly, to see her friends standing in a line, wands pointed at them by Lucius and Draco.

It was very obvious that she was many months pregnant.

Hermione looked as if she had expected this from the beginning, and Luna looked like she could cry. Harry and Ron just stared. She smiled weakly.

"Felicity," Lucius said, warning. "Go upstairs. I told you to stay upstairs." She couldn't move, her bare feet seemed glued to the floor. She made eye contact with Harry, and felt a little twinge, the memory of another time coming back. He might have raised the corner of his mouth a single millimeter, or maybe he didn't, but she knew intrinsically what he meant to say. It took only one more moment for her to gather her strength and lunge forward, running as fast as she could.

It all happened at once; spells flew and people started to shout again. Felicity stretched out her hand and brushed against Luna's fingertips. She clutched the air in front of her but it was no use; just when her friends were pulled back into the vortex of light, Lucius's arm closed around her waist. Arm still pushed forward, she felt the slightest pull as they slipped away from her, but he was stronger, and determined. They landed on their backs, breath knocked out of them, and the light disappeared. Felicity started crying immediately, and could not stand up. Lucius got up right away, and stood over her, wand pointed down.

"I thought," he said, teeth gritted. "I told you to stay upstairs."

Bellatrix was walking along the wall, breaking the glass of every picture that hung there.

"Oh for God's sakes, Bella. Come on. We have explanations to come up with." He repaired the pictures and grabbed her arm. They left. The door shut, and the sound echoed around and around her. Still, she could not get up.


Hours later, she rose, and there was blood on her skirt. She took a step, and pain shot through her belly. Felicity fell to her knees, and screamed out his name.

It was Draco who came, ultimately.

"What, what?" he clamored. And then he saw, and understood.

"What have we done?" he asked.


"What have you done?" Lucius asked, after the Healer left.

"I don't know," Felicity said, turning her head away. She closed her burning eyes. "I wish I did."