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CHAPTER 09
When Pansy regained her consciousness, she was in her bed but not alone in the room. Her nausea returned when she recognised the low throaty voice of healer Bampton, a healer of magical creatures. Rehabilitating convicts were banned from obtaining proper medical care from professional healers. Many died without proper medical attention, but when a shopkeeper caught dragon pox from his slave and passed the infection to many others in the community, the convicts were given permission to have medical attention from healers of magical creatures. The primary purpose of this change was to protect civilians from contagious diseases, and no one really cared about convicts. With healer Bampton's voice, Pansy knew her secret was not a secret anymore to everyone in the room including George.
Being alarmed Pansy tried to get up but gave up quickly when she felt lightheaded again. She retched helplessly by a wave of nausea and Whizzy who heard her, quickly conjured a bucket to which she emptied her stomach content forcefully. She didn't notice George's reaction but never missed the foul expression made by healer Bampton.
The healer walked to her with a brown coloured vial, and Pansy knew the content inside without even looking at it.
"Once a slut is always a slut." She muttered twisting her lips in disgust. "Have it." She demanded by thrusting the vial into Pansy's hand. "I'll be back in twenty-four hours to take care of the rest." She added in a compassionless tone.
Pansy wrapped her fingers firmly around the vial and shut her eyes tightly hoping everything was going to be fine. Her heart started to beat fast when she heard George's uncertain voice for the first time.
"I-is that going to help her with sickness?" He asked nervously.
"Help her with sickness?" The healer repeated in sardonically. "The potion will get rid of the thing growing inside that filth, and I'll be back in -. MR WEASLEY WHAT ARE YOU DOING? PUT YOU WAND DOWN RIGHT NOW!" Suddenly she jittered and shouted in panic.
Pansy jolted by the healer's yell and quickly opened her eyes and found George was pointing his wand at the healer. He looked furious, and his whole body was shaking from the fit of rage. The healer looked both surprised and scared and tried hard to hide her most obvious emotions.
"If you don't put your wand down right now, I'm going to call aurors." She warned. "you know attacking a healer on her duty is a serious punishable crime and you'll end up in Azkaban."
"I DON'T CARE!" he barked. "you called my child 'the thing' and the woman I love 'a filth'. I am going to 'Avada' you no matter what!" He added gritting his teeth.
Pansy knew she had to interfere before George could do something foolish. She couldn't let him lock up in Azkaban because it would ruin both their lives. As soon as he would take into custody, she would become a property of The Ministry, and she would be given to a new master without delay. There were no other people like George, and she was certain that her life would be a living hell again without him been there to protect her.
Forgetting about her aches and pains, Pansy jumped out of bed and quickly dragged her frail self to George and wrapped her weak arms around him and buried her face in his chest instantly. George didn't take his burning eyes away from the healer but hugged her tightly with his free arm while aiming the wand at the foul witch in front of them by the other hand. Pansy slowly placed her hand on his forearm and lowered the arm back to his side with a gentle pressure then quickly took his wand into her hand.
"GET OUT!" He yelled. "and don't even think of showing your face again!"
"I have no intention to hang around in this disgusting place." The healer snapped scrunching her nose. "Girl, I don't know what you did to bewitch this man, but you know the rules so stick to them, otherwise get ready to face the consequence." She said heading towards the floo and Pansy held George tightly and prevented him plunging towards the healer.
They were in each other's arms for few minutes whelmed in each other's warmth until George's breathing calmed down. Then he carried her to their bedroom and carefully placed her on the bed.
"Are you alright?" he asked with concern, and she nodded.
"After all that happened between us you still can't talk to me? I know you can talk. I have seen you talking to Whizzy, so for Merlin's sake woman, talk to me without driving me insane!" He shouted in frustration.
Pansy looked away from him. "This is not the first time." She managed to mumble.
"What do you mean by this is not the first time." He furrowed, but Pansy didn't reply.
"Oh really!" George suddenly added after fully understanding what she meant. "How many times before?" he asked in the gentlest tone.
"Five." She croaked.
"Where are they, Pansy? Where are your children now?"
Without saying anything, Pansy gazed at the little brown coloured vial on the nightstand and sighed.
George let a sigh and reached her slowly and ran his fingers through her hair caringly.
"I'm sorry." He muttered. "You don't have to drink that thing this time. I'm going to be there for you and my child." He assured her.
Pansy exhaled heavily. "This baby is a property of The Ministry. I don't want my child to suffer like I." She said mechanically
"The baby is going to be a property of The Ministry if only the father didn't step forward to claim the child. I'm not going to let that happen. I won't abandon my flesh and blood." He said firmly.
A strange pain filled up Pansy's heart making her suffocated with unknown sorrow. George was busy talking about the baby and his willingness to be there for the child but he never even hinted he was going to be there for her, the mother of his child.
"What if something happened to you? They will take the child from me and send to slavery." She mumbled.
"My family never going to let that happen. Each and every member of my family will protect the child with their life." He said firmly.
"Even your wife?"
"MY WHOM? Have you gone insane woman? If I had a wife what am I doing here with you." George snapped with rising anger. "Do you think I'm one of the men in your pureblood social circle? One who cannot be loyal to his wife, one who keeps a wife for heirs and a mistress for pleasure? Do you- do you really think I'm not a faithful man?"
Pansy shook her head vigorously.
"Then why the hell you mentioned someone who even not exist?" He demanded.
"You will have a wife one day. She'll give you an heir. Though this child we are having going to be your firstborn, he or she is you illegitimate child with a convict. What if she treated the child cruelly?"
"Which century are you living in Pansy?" He yelled in frustration. "No woman or man with a right mind would marry someone who mistreats their step children. Besides, I haven't thought of marrying someone else." He looked sad. "After all we went through together, I thought-" He exhaled nervously. "I thought we have something special between us, but- but I'm wrong. You purebloods, never develop any special feelings towards blood traitors." He added letting out a nervous chuckle.
"No, that's not true." Pansy objected frantically, and George purposely ignored her distraught sobs.
"Tell me the truth, Pansy." He demanded. "Tell me the real reason you don't want this child. Is it because you don't want to raise a child of a blood traitor or do you think you won't be able to find your pureblood dream husband after your sentence over if you stuck with this child?" He questioned her venomously.
"NO NO NO! You know that's not true." Pansy shouted covering her ears with her hands, and warm tears ran down her cheeks.
"Then what is it? Answer me, woman!" He yelled, and she continued to sob. "Is it because I took advantage of you?" He asked narrowing his eyes.
"Please stop." Pansy begged.
"So I'm just another rapist to you, who forced on you and impregnated you against your will. Am I not any difference from your previous acquaintances? Is that why you hate my child this much?" He said sadly ignoring her pleadings.
"You are not one of them!" She cried. "Please, please stop this, I can't take this anymore." She pleaded.
"Then please give this child a chance to live." George begged kneeling in front of her. "Please Pansy, I beg you please don't kill my child. That all I have. I'm the one who took advantages of you, not the baby. Just give our child a chance to live. Please don't punish my child for my sins. If you don't want to be a mother that's alright. I'll take the baby away from you and raise him or her separately. I promise you I'll never disclose your name to the child so he or she won't be able to bother you at all and you can live your life the way you want. Please, please don't kill my baby."
Pansy felt utterly helpless. She was not in a position to break the law. It would affect her adversely, but she didn't want to hurt the man who loved her. Yes, she heard him saying that. He bravely declared his love in front of the healer, and she didn't want to hurt the only person on this earth who loved her. She didn't know whether she loved him or not. She knew she was not capable of loving anyone. Not him not even their child, she was too broken and shattered. But now her true feeling towards him was not the main concern. She had another problem to deal. She didn't know whether to comply with the law or to listen to the man in front of her. Pansy looked at the brown vial and then back at the pleading man. Unfortunately, George noticed when she was eyeing the potion. With anger building up he jumped to his feet.
"So it seems like your pureblood heart is not going to melt. Alright go ahead with your plan and get rid of my innocent child." He yelled and stormed out of the room.
"Please George listen to me, please don't go." She pleaded.
Hearing his name coming out of her mouth for the first time, he went rigid for a second but most unwillingly he forced himself to walk out from the room. The last thing he heard before leaving the apartment was her high-pitched sobs followed by the noise of glass vial smashed on the floor.
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Even her morning sickness didn't treat Pansy fairly. She became sick at least five more times before Whizzy arrived with a tray of food.
"Where is he? I want to speak to him." She pleaded hysterically.
"Calm down Pansy. Calm down and eat something." Whizzy tried its best to console her.
"I don't want to eat! I want him." She sobbed stubbornly.
"Pansy, he is at work. He won't be coming home till the evening. That's why I'm here to look after you."
"Can you please ask him to come." She begged.
"He- err- he told me he wouldn't be coming home till late evening."
"But- but-"
"For any emergency, he asked me to contact his brother Mr Weasley. Do you want me to contact his brother?"
"I don't want his brother! I want him."
"Pansy, eat something you need energy." It crooned.
"I don't need food Whizzy."
"You probably not but the baby needs it."
"I can't keep anything in my stomach." She said weakly.
"He'll get you something for that. Now at least try to eat a piece of toast."
"Are you going to leave me as well." She asked while taking a small bite from the toast. She was not very keen to be alone.
"No, I'm going to be with you until he returns. I am going to do the cooking and cleaning. You just be in bed and call me if you need anything."
The whole day she lay in the bed and threw up most of the time. She had food only when whizzy fussed her over and over again. Icy cold lemon water kept her hydrated and Pansy impatiently waited till George returns, but he didn't return at his usual time. He didn't return at all. Finally, after a long wait, she fell asleep by midnight due to exhaustion by her sickness and crying.
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Pansy blinked her eyes few times trying to absorb each, and every cruel word came out of the mean witch's mouth.
"You heard me, woman, take this and drink it!" The healer demanded, and Pansy place her hands protectively over her abdomen and sobbed.
"Motherhood is the God's most precious gift to a woman, but a pathetic excuse for a human being like you don't deserve it." She spat. "What are you going to do by keeping that thing? I bet you don't even know the father." She said scrunching her face in revulsion. "Drink up and get rid of the bastard!"
Pansy didn't say anything or drank the potion. She left petrified by the trauma. She knew she was not in a position to raise a child, but she couldn't make up her mind to kill an innocent baby either.
"Hurry up woman! I have other things to do. You know they'll never allow you to keep it. As soon as it is born, they'll take it from you. Who knows what will happen? It might end up in Knockturn alley or will have the same fate like you as a slave. If it's a girl, do you want the same fate for her?"
Pansy snatched the vial from the healer's hand in one swift motion and held it tightly against her heart.
"Good. Have it. Someone will be here in two hours time." The healer said walking out from her dingy closet. Pansy heard her locking the door firmly leaving her in darkness.
"I'm sorry baby." She muttered. Mamma's sorry. Please forgive me." She sobbed caressing her stomach.
Pansy opened the vial and sighed then swallowed the bitter liquid in one gulp. Within few seconds potion started to react. She felt her baby's confusion and its struggle. It never thoughts his mother tried to poison him and get rid of him. She felt the baby's brave fight against the poison to stay alive, but it became weaker and weaker with the passing time. Then she felt the pain, the unbearable pain her baby felt. Clutching her abdomen, she dropped on the ground while screaming in pain. She felt the severe stomach cramps followed by the sticky liquid flowing down between her thighs. Though she didn't make an effort to look at, she knew what it was. Suddenly everything stopped. She didn't feel the pain or the cramps. She was too weak and couldn't move or stand up and left on the floor sobbing hard covered in blood. After sometimes she heard the opening of the door. Someone walked in and Scourgified her then kicked her hard and demanded her to go back to work.
Pansy woke up screaming and covered in sweat. She remembered the day very well. It was the first time she met healer Bampton, the first time she had the disgusting potion. The traumatic experience she went through that day didn't keep her from her routine hard work or her night time visitors. She had repeatedly raped on the same day she lost her baby. It was barbaric and cruel. The first time was the hardest for her, but by fifth time she had got used to it. She grabbed the potion from the healer mechanically and drank it like an inferi without a soul. She endured the pain without crying and went back to work just after her master Scourgified her without giving him a chance to kick her.
Breathing heavily, Pansy caressed her lower abdomen instinctively. Same moment she realised she was alone in the room. It was past midnight, and George was not there with her. His side of the bed was cold, and she was helpless and worried that he might leave her. Then she realised Whizzy didn't arrive when she screamed so George should be physically in the housed though he was not in the same room with her. Pansy got up slowly and walked out of the room with her still unsteady footsteps.
Drove by her instinct, she headed towards the small room she used to sleep and peeped inside in hesitance. There he was, lying in her little bed. His forearm was over his eye, so she couldn't see whether he was sleeping, but she knew he was not. She knew he either didn't sleep whole night or got up by her screams.
In a great uncertainty, she walked towards him and jumped into bed then buried her face in his chest, as usual, hoping he might push her away in hatred. Surprisingly, he didn't respond her at all, but when her tears soaked his shirt, he let a deep sigh and wrapped his arms around her. Then slowly stroked her hair as always he did when she was distressed.
Pansy was terrified of men. No one could expect anything less from a woman who's innocence was brutally and barbarically taken away from her and on the same day till the dawn was raped multiple times by various men. Without stopping from there, she had to endure the same horrific experience for four years. So it was not a surprise that she was scared of men. The real surprise was that after all, she found her refuge in a man's arms. The witch who flinched nervously in the presence of men, relaxed and calmed in George's embrace. His arms were her oasis. He was not a temperamental wizard who lost his temper often and yelled at everyone including her, but she found peace in his company.
George was a man with many faults, but he bravely declared his love in front of the healer and claimed the every piece of her broken heart. Now she knew he loved her, although she didn't know whether she could love him back same way because she was too scared to love, too afraid to get hurt, but no matter how hard she denied it, she knew she had already fallen for him.
Pansy felt George's hand slowly travelled down her body until it gently stopped on top of her lower abdomen. She knew he couldn't feel anything, not a single movement of their creation but his simple action was done by a heart full of love and utmost care. Pansy let a sigh and placed her hand on top of his. They might not have a future together, but both of them have created a new hope together. A new hope for their broken souls had started to grow inside her.
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First of all, I'm very sorry for not updating and not replying your reviews. Loads of things happened in past months. I had diagnosed with a massive ovarian cyst and had to go for surgery to remove it. It was an enormous football size and weight over 2kg. I'm glad it was out along with my right ovary, and I'm feeling better now. I couldn't write a single word during my recovery period because I was not feeling well, then my doctors found I'm pregnant again not with one but with twins! Our babies are keeping very well, and we are over the moon. My morning sickness didn't treat me well. I had it around the clock and couldn't even think of sitting in front of a computer. With surgery, a primary school child, a toddler, full-time work and around the clock morning sickness I was not able to write a single word. So sorry about that. Then with my pregnancy, it was impossible for me to write about Pansy's dream in this chapter, but I was managed to do it somehow So this chapter took a long time to complete. Hope you enjoy this. Sorry about mistakes, I didn't go through it again.
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