AN: I wrote this chapter when I was like 14 so the writing in the next chapter is better
The young woman collapsed on the floor, exhausted, freezing and with little next to no hope left for her life to be spared, the adrenaline she once had, was gone, she only had the pain from previous beatings left. She places her hand on her stomach and let out a harsh breath before she hauled herself up from the floor and begun to slowly walk away from the street with only a single lamp from a window next to her, to provide her with light. She really began to question if there was a god that could spare her from her pain. With a few more steps the thought was long gone from her troubled mind for the pain was now starting to take a greater toll on her pregnant body. All she wanted to do was give up, lie down and let the darkness take her, the thought of giving in to the never ending darkness seemed very tempting but she knew she had to fight on, for the sake of her child, her only light left, the only reason she still had the privilege to breath. She could feel how her body soon wouldn't be able to take anymore of the pain, so with a few more heavy breath she hade made up her mind, her previous destination to take her to her sisters house was gone, replaced by the idea to deliver and leave child in the local orphanage not far from there. The woman knew she didn't have much time left before the darkness would take her. So with all the power she could muster from her dying body she begun to take longer faster steps, focusing on each and every one of them to take her mind of the pain and the subtle kicks her baby were giving her.
Though the woman knew this was meant to be she still couldn't help but feel bad for letting it happen. That she trusted him, that she slept with him and stayed with him after all and still kept thinking that she could fix him, take him away from the dark path on which he was traveling. She thought the baby would keep him from beating her but she was wrong, he kept beating her, abused her daily but not as hard since he didn't want to hurt his precious baby. His opportunity to have extreme powers. He had been waiting for this baby and he had read the prophecy about his baby, the baby with the immense power that no one could imagine. Oh how he wanted it, he needed it, he would take it. While she thought he didn't care about the baby, he did, he cared, he didn't let her do anything that could harm his baby, of course he knew it would be a girl, his soon to be princess. He craved to have someone he could turn to in his time of need, someone that would always be there, so he cared. He cared lots, just not about the woman that was carrying the baby, for he had only used her in one purpose, to make this was a big part of making the prophecy come true so he used his charm and tricked her into falling in love with him and therefore she was more than willing to give him a child. She didn't regret it of course, she loved her baby. So she escaped, she had heard what he was planning to do so the next day she escaped with the help of one of her most loyal friends, of course the friend couldn't escape with her but had to return to the man they escaped. Just before she apparated she could hear the screams coming from the man she thought she loved, the frustrated roars of anger and the cries of his followers.
She let a few salty tears fall down her bruised and tired face before pushing the thoughts of the past out of her head for she could not bare to think about it more without breaking down.
When she rounded the next corner she was immediately blinded with light from the orphanage that she finally reached, she let out a shaky chuckle and draged her body the last few steps until she could knock on the big doors of the seemingly grey wooden doors. With three heavy knocks the doors opened and a woman in her late twenties stuck her head with long brown locks out, only to have her grey eyes widening at the sight before her. The pregnant woman begged with her lifeless eyes to the other woman so that she would let her in the warmth, to allow her to make the final effort before being relieved of her pain in this world. Snapping out of her thoughts the woman named Elsa let the pregnant woman in the orphanage and begun to collect different people from the staff to help her with the birth of the child.
They laid her down on one of the vacant beds in the far far corner of the big room that they had dragged her in. The lamps on the walls shining bright making the pregnant woman see different figures dancing around the room. Elsa and the staff shared worried glances with each other before telling the woman that they would help her deliver her baby. The woman in question eagerly nodded and begun to mentally prepare herself for some more pain, it will soon be over she told herself over and over again.
With the last effort she pushed a last time and the staff and Elsa let out a sigh when the woman below them took one look on the baby in Elsa's hand before mustering a single smile while saying the name which they should name the baby. With a last look on the baby now named Tilda Andersson the woman closed her eyes and the darkness begun to take her, the last sound she heard before it totally engulfed her was the gurgling laugh of her little Tilda.
While the darkness overtook the woman the newly born Tilda stared at her mother with a small smile on her lips and with the staff standing besides her had on similar dumbfounded expressions on their faces at the baby. For the baby hadn't cried when she was born like all the other had, no she had been quiet and immediately sought out her mother before letting out a little laugh and smiling.
Finally realizing where she was the baby instantly got shy and hid her face in the crook of Elsa's neck. The latter smiling fondly at her before gently walking over to a crib made of wood, placing the baby inside and giving her cheek a last tender stroke before turning away to tend to her mothers now dead body.
The staff helped her bring the body outside where they dug a hole in the ground before gently placing the woman inside of it. Letting out a hot tear Elsa sealed her grave with shaky hands, she placed a single flower on it before taking the staff with her and left the place.
Inside the dull orphanage baby Tilda had stopped smiling, now being alone she had begun to frown and let out a few tears because of the absence of her mother,of the calming touch she needed and the once oh so happy and soothing voice.
Feeling sleepy the baby turned to the side and closed her eyes and slowly sleep begun to overtake her unaware of the prying eyes of a man with a long silver beard watching her close and with interest. Could this be her? The man asked himself, he couldn't ignore the signs of this actually being her, if so it was terrible that the baby now was going to spend her life in an orphanage. With a last look on the baby he decided that it was late and time to leave. So the man did, turning around and started walking down the same street the woman he used to know walked on not so long ago. He remembered a time where she attended to the school which he is the headmaster of. The way she captured everyones eyes, not all of them with good intentions in mind. With a last longing look on the orphanage the man apparated away with one last thought in mind, she was the one.