Disclaimer: OMG I have like the CUTEST picture of my niece, and everyone says we really look a lot alike, and…oh wait, not very on topic, am I? Don't own Harry Potter. BA-YUM!
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Banned Love
Chapter 9
"Black and Blonde"
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The bishop raised the chair it was sitting on, bringing it down to beat the king to a bloody pulp. No mercy. Harry cheered it on as Gabrielle groaned, placing her head in her hands.
"Not again! That's the third time in a row you've beaten me!"
"Sorry, dear, but there are only two things that I won't surrender if I know I'm going to win, and that's Quidditch and wizard's chess. Another game?" he asked as he repaired the broken chess pieces.
"No, I think I'll pass," she replied. "I'll need to practice more with Jared before I have another round with you. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to take care of some business." She promptly arose and went to the lavatory.
Jared…Gabrielle talked about that boy a lot. Harry supposed it was because Jared was the only kid in school that stood by Gabrielle after her secret(s) was/were revealed. He had never been a jealous type, but he couldn't help but feel a twinge whenever she started talking about him. Then she would notice and give him a peck, reassuring Harry that she loved him.
"HARRY!"
HE rushed from his seat and burst through the bathroom door. Gabrielle was standing in a small puddle of water, a look of strange glee crossing her features.
"My water broke."
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The labor had gone surprisingly well. As soon as they had arrived in the hospital wing Madam Pomfrey had given Gabrielle a potion to make the contractions easier. Gabrielle had pushed twice, both of which she had hardly tried, and then Anastasia Lily Violet Delacour was born.
"She's beautiful," Harry murmured. The baby had been weighed, measured, bathed, and was now swaddled in blankets and was nestled in her mother's arms. Harry was lying on the bed next to Gabrielle, his arms wrapped around the new mother and their new baby.
"Yes, she is," Gabrielle murmured back. She began playing with the soft fuzz of hair that Anastasia (or Ana, as they liked to call her) had on her head. It was quite interesting; Harry had never seen hair like Ana's before. Normally, black would be a dominant color, especially since most Potters born had black hair. But veela hair was also dominant, so Ana's hair looked like it was black and highlighted blonde.
"So, what now?" Gabrielle paused, looking up at Harry. "Now I have a child. I'm going to have to spend a lot of time with her. I won't have time to go back to my regular classes."
"Well, I suppose you could watch her while I'm teaching, and I could watch her when you're going to your classes, and I could teach you defense while we're watching her together," Harry thought over.
"We could do that…but we'd have to go somewhere else."
"That's true," Harry reasoned. "We wouldn't want Ana to get hurt."
"So that's settled. What else do we have to decide for now?" Gabrielle questioned.
Harry kissed her forehead. "You must be tired. Let's go over everything else in the morning."
And so they slept.
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A knock on the door. The sound of nearby birds. A faint suckling from the baby and her bottle. And her own pulse beating rapidly. This was all Gabrielle heard as she waited nervously.
The school year was over. She was finally away from all the taunting. At least for the summer. No more Morrissa, or Knapp. But that would also mean that she probably wouldn't see Jared either.
The door opened. She was pulled out of her thoughts when Mrs. Weasley reached out to hug Harry, who had his arms full. She then reached out for Gabrielle, but stopped.
"Who's this?" she asked warily, eyeing Ana. Gabrielle shifted the baby to her right shoulder. She uncomfortably spoke.
"H-hi, Mrs. Weasley. May I just speak to my sister?"
Mrs. Weasley frowned, but let them in. As they entered the living room, many people got up to greet them, but stopped when they saw the baby. The only ones that didn't seem to be in shock were Hermione and her husband Charlie, whom she must have told.
"What ees this?" Fleur finally snapped. "'Ose baby ees this?"
Gabrielle gulped. "M-mine, Fleur." They stared at one another, then finally Fleur raised her hand and pointed to the door.
"Sortez."
Gabrielle hung her head. This was what she expected, what she was planning on doing anyways. But she had expected yelling, screaming, anything but just a simple "get out." She felt Harry's arm wrap around her.
"Come on, Gabby, let's go."
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So I bet you're thinking, 'That kind of childbirth is totally impossible,' right? Wrong. I based Ana's birth off of how my sister actually had her baby.
Okay, so yeah, the first half is basically a filler because I didn't know what else to put. And my only cliffies are going to be at the end of the story, how screwed up is that? So, only one chapter and an epilogue/trailer left. What fun!
I have the whole story finished, so yay! What do you think Gabrielle's "decided?"
Signing off, GabbyGal!
