Severus gave the prison bars a fierce look and begun pacing furiously once more. Looking like a caged lion, with eyes that spewed the very fires of hell he send whoever entered this temporary detention ward out the door. He was keeping himself from erupting with great difficulty. His famous levelheadedness had flown out the window along with Hermione. His mind was trying to comprehend the vision in her belly, while also trying to control the protective threads he had send out to trail after her. Simultaneously he attempted to control himself from destroying this small cell in order to go after her.
He stopped once more panting in front of the iron clad door and grabbed the elongated stainless steel bars. He rattled it hard, knowing that one complicated spell from his hand could offer him the longed freedom. Had he broken free though, Grey would make sure he ended up in Azkaban this time. It was futile to even attempt an escape.
Calling on patience, a feat once so easy for him, now felt impossible. After what he saw…after the insinuation of what Granger might be carrying inside her….the word patience became obsolete.
He gave another hard tug on the bars and they vibrated. A low growl escaped his closed lips and his eyes turned wild. No, what he saw couldn't be true. It was impossible. There was no way in heaven or hell that his vision had been true.
What if it is true? His mind whispered.
He grunted wrathfully and jerked the door harder. "No…" He hissed feeling all the threads of his self-control unravelling to the void.
You made love to her many times….His mind reasoned with gleeful menace.
He shook his head and revealed his teeth in fury.
And you weren't too careful old boy…you know that….The voices continued their tirade.
He leaned his forehead upon the prison bars and squeezed his eyes tight. Such things didn't happen so easily…they never happened so soon. They weren't supposed to happen in relationships that had been originally forced…relationships that happened because of unexpected circumstances. Such things never took place between two people that couldn't even label what they had between them. They shouldn't ever happen between a Professor and his former student.
Another bark of frustration left his chest and he kicked the bars so hard the door rattled violently. Unable to reason at that moment how they were both willing participants in these intimate moments, he put all the blame on him. He silently named what he witnessed inside her…. a grave error…a mistake that could destroy this girl's life. A mistake that could possibly destroy his. He was not made of father material. His seed should have never blossomed in anyone's womb, much less inside this brilliant woman. She deserved better than to carry that mistake inside her. He couldn't even think about that possibility without needing to slash his throat…or destroy everything in his path. No! He couldn't be a father! He carried the genes of his father inside him. He was too destructive, too dark, too sick, too spent. He couldn't take on such a responsibility and destroy more people around him. Lilly had seen right through him. She had chosen another partner wisely. How could he now trap this young and bright witch in this unholy manner?
So what are you going to do? Tell her to get rid of the baby?
Maybe his vision had been mistaken, maybe he didn't see clearly…maybe….
You saw similar threads in Lilly's stomach when she fell with her son.
A strong shudder of denial rushed up his spine, making him tense and his wild eyes looked pointedly towards the main doors that led out of the detention. He remained frozen, counting his breaths, trying to find reason.
You cannot get out of this now….His mind snarled.
He gritted his teeth and closed his eyes. Parenthood? Fatherhood? A child coming out of his seed? That was a nightmare both for her and for him.
So what do you intend to do about it?
Flee…..the thought came unbidden and made his eyes open with fear. There was no other way around this and he knew it. The whole situation was out of place. Impossible from start to end. This girl had incomparable academic abilities, she couldn't be trapped with an unwanted pregnancy from a man she used to fear. She had been his student….
She is not your student now…hell she doesn't look like your student….she is an adult….A perfect woman….
…He had stained. "Shut up." His lips curled up in disgust.
They wouldn't have crossed paths hadn't it been for Potter asking him to intervene. How ironic that was….Potter threw him in Granger's path.
That was your doing…not Potter's. You were the one who didn't pull out…
He kicked the bars again and the sound echoed out the hallways. "Shut up…" He hissed at the voices angrily.
They would have never met again, hadn't it been for these unfortunate circumstances with the Marriage Law. The girl hated him in the past and now she ended up carrying his baby. A strong denial made his body quiver.
Admittedly though she had accepted his advances ardently.
She advanced upon you far quicker than you did….
Fine! She wanted to be with him…like he wanted to be with her. They both wished for this to happen, but he rather doubted that she had been counting on falling pregnant. No one could convince him that Granger…the Princess of Gryffindor, the best mind Hogwarts had even seen since Rowena…wished to be impregnated so soon and from him in particular. This….between them…whatever it was…undeniably was overflowed by unprecedented chemistry, but neither wished for this end.
Why didn't she used protection? Why didn't you ask her?
His eyes spewed fire. Maybe she did and it failed. That was known to happen. Not only in Muggles, but also in the Magical people.
Why didn't you cast a spell on her when it deed was over. Like you did with the others…?
He shuddered hard and closed his eyes. Why didn't he? Why? For heaven's sake why?!
He cared for her that was undeniable. He didn't want to hurt her….It didn't matter. The important thing was that he never meant to imprison her in this manner. Who in their right mind would choose to carry the baby of a Death Eater? Voldemort's third in command? A spy who hid in the shadows for ages? Why would Granger choose to keep the baby of the man who used to love the mother of her best friend to death!
You never think of Lily now…
It didn't matter! This was so inappropriate…so out of place…so….
You didn't think like that when you were coming apart inside her…
His groan of defeat reverberated in the room.
You try to sound valiant…you try to seem as if you are thinking only of her, when all the while you are protecting yourself….
"No…"
Yes! You are getting ready to flee because you are too much of a coward to take on the responsibility of your actions.
He closed his eyes and cringed. No. Fleeing was the only solution. He couldn't be a father. He didn't wish to be responsible for destroying someone else's life.
And you think fleeing won't mess Hermione up?
Money…he had enough gold at Gringotts. Gathered with a lot of effort through many years his vault held a small fortune that would offer Hermione and her child a very good life. They would be able to buy a comfortable apartment in London or maybe a small cottage in the countryside. They would offer the kid proper education and a life of plenty. He tried to convince himself that leaving didn't equal abandoning them.
He was leaving in order to protect them. He would go away in order to allow the child to grow up with a proper mother and not be overburdened by a broken father. Before leaving he would bestow Potter the keys to his vault with the orders to give them to Hermione. If she ever decided to keep this pregnancy, then she'd have the means to support herself and the kid.
And you'd hide away in the shadows once more …
Yes, like always. Staying there to witness her breakdown after learning what he had done to her was something that made his heart tear into a dozen pieces. He feared the dissapointment in her eyes.
So you won't tell her what you saw?
No! Never! His job was to resolve this cloud and check the Underworld. When everything is over, if he is still alive, he'd give the keys of his home to her, the keys of his vault to Potter and then slip out silently one night.
So where will you go?
To hell...and not back. Exactly where he belonged. He'd bury himself in a deep hole and remain there away from the people he cared about. Hermione's life force was unique. If she decided to keep the baby, which she had every right to deny, she'd bestow upon it all her genius. All her beauty serene will be passed down to this lucky baby. Without him there, they had a chance to blossom.
Fool….coward…
Yes, a coward. Always hiding away from his responsibilities. Always avoiding his mess ups. He had made love to women so many times….but no once…never…
You always stopped yourself. You were always careful. You always cast a spell upon them silently after….why not now?
His eyes opened and they were burning. His nose flared. Why indeed?
You either don't know or you don't want to admit it….
The kick this time was so brutal that the bars rattled deafeningly and magical matter spewed from the framework of the door. "Shut up!" He barked at his mind.
That is when an Auror made his appearance at the entrance. "What in the name of Merlin are you doing?! Are you trying to bring the bloody door down?"
Severus was shaking with adrenaline.
The Auror approached him and looked up as they had a great difference in height. "I know your reputation Professor and it is nasty. I also know your power, which is not to be scoffed at. Now enough. You've been rattling these doors ever since your visitors left. If you continue pushing the wards, I will have to report to my Chief."
"And that is supposed to scare me?" Severus thinned his eyes on the man.
The Auror humphed. "They say all the Auror force is behind you. Well I am not. I know how dangerous you can become. My Chief is too lenient towards you, I won't be. I will report straight to Grey. I am sure she will be willing to take over in my stead."
Severus' jawline flexed. "Bring her to me…I cannot wait."
The Auror got ready to answer when Potter's voice made them both look up.
"Good evening Mister Schubach."
The Auror composed himself. "Chief, good evening."
"Professor?" Harry acknowledged.
Severus released the bars and walked away from them in edgy silence.
Harry raised his brows. Then he turned towards his Auror. "So what are you doing here Mister Schubach? Having a pleasant conversation with the Professor?"
Schubach pressed his lips. "He was making a racket. I was telling him to calm down."
Harry smirked. "I see. Well, good job. I will take over now. You can leave."
"But Sir…the Professor seems rather upset. He pushed the wards too much. They were about to break. Maybe we should report to Grey." Schubach grouched.
Harry patted his shoulder. "It's okay. Go. I have this."
Schubach tried to evaluate the situation for several seconds, but finally he gave up.
When they were alone Harry approached the prison bars and took out a key. "Professor, is everything alright?"
He didn't answer.
"What happened with Schubach?" Harry insisted.
"I cannot vouch for my actions if you don't get me out of here soon Mister Potter." Came the heavy retort.
"That's what I am here to do." Harry said and with a flick of his wrist the main door closed firmly. A bright light appeared around its frame, locking it magically.
Severus turned around fast.
Harry placed the key in the lock and the wards around the prison door melted to the ground. With a heavy click it opened. Harry pulled back and offered Severus the wanted freedom.
The tall Professor took a few difficult steps towards Potter and then stopped. "What are you doing?"
"I am letting you go." Harry rejoined nonchalantly.
"The Minister is going to get you for this." Severus' brow clouded.
"The Minister knows."
Severus' lips parted but nothing came out. The confusion was clear in his eyes.
Harry crossed his arms. "I had a heart to heart with him."
"So I am free to go?" Severus pointed at the door.
"No unfortunately you are not." Harry cringed.
"Potter…." Severus warned.
"The Minister cannot free you and neither can I. However accidents do happen especially with such powerful prisoners like yourself. Prisoners that are rather volatile. See where I am coming from?" Harry smiled discreetly.
Severus raised his brow. "And where you are going…continue."
"Indeed it will be so upsetting when the Ministry discovers that I came down to check on you, only to end up unconscious while you escaped." Harry nodded cleverly.
Severus walked out of the door and towered over his former student. "Would you look at that? As it seems Mister Potter, you were not a complete waste of effort."
"I will take that as a compliment." Harry beamed.
"So what do we do now?" Severus frowned.
"You knock me out, delete your trace and enter the Underworld. Check on the Sixth Level. Try to find out where this cloud is coming from before they arrest you again."
"Next time I will end up in Azkaban. Taking the Chief Auror out of commission assures me of that fate." Severus said darkly.
"The Minister is behind you…so am I and all my Aurors."
"Not all of them." Severus lowered his eyes.
Harry frowned. "We will cover up for you. This is the only way we will be able to solve this. No one else can help us but you."
Severus remembered his mess with Hermione and felt his back crawling with anger. "Indeed….if I end up in Azkaban that won't be a bad thing."
Harry looked up confused. "What?"
Severus gazed at him long and hard. "So now I must knock you out?"
"Don't tell me it isn't something you longed to do since forever?" Harry smiled.
Severus closed his eyes.
"Make it believable…." Harry added.
Severus' dark gaze fell on him once more heavily. The spell left his body silently, without a wand and Harry fell down like a sack of potatoes. Severus leaned over him and touched his brow. He closed his eyes and used his magic to check on him. When he made sure the boy was alright he stood up and activated a Dark Portal. With one last look towards his cell he entered with the original intention of going straight into the Underworld.
-.-
When he opened his eyes he saw his home, hidden in the shadows of the trees. He had already hidden his trace, much like he had done with Hermione's. No one would be able to find him unless he wished it. The magic of the Ministry couldn't catch up to his. Why didn't he go straight inside the Underworld? Why did he feel the insatiable need to check on her? He knew she entered his home and she was alright. His magic assisted her all the way here. Now it was his chance to disappear.
You haven't given your vault key to Potter….
He could send it magically. This was his opportunity to get lost behind the veil. She wouldn't know any better. She'd learn that he escaped prison and went Under.
After that who knew? People would suppose on his fate and so would she. Did he try to find the source of the cloud? Did he die in the process, was he spared? He had so many paths in front of him and all led away from her. The Underworld, Azkaban, death. No matter the choice he'd be away from Hermione and her child. He'd allow them the freedom needed to blossom….away from his darkness.
Then why in the name of Merlin was he out here, observing his home from the shadows? Why did he desire to have one last look at her before he disappeared forever? She was well. He could feel her. She was asleep in his bed….safe.
And very much pregnant….
He grabbed a fistful of hair and pulled it angrily. He wished he could shut up that small traitorous voice of his.
With your child….
He closed his eyes and forced himself to stop thinking.
Which you planted in there with full knowledge….
He leaned against the tree and grasped his temples.
And now you are going to leave her alone….to deal with your mess. Always the coward….
He grunted heatedly and opened his eyes. They were bloodshot. Instead of opening a portal and disappearing though he started walking up to his house. He didn't know what he wished to accomplish by walking up the steps and opening the door to his living room. The need to do it though was irrepressible.
When the door closed quietly behind him, he inhaled deeply. His magical lantern was upon the counter sending a soft green hue all over the kitchen. Under the hearth were only dying embers. A maroon quilt was draped over the side of the couch and a book was placed face down next to it. Half a glass of red wine was upon the coffee table.
She is not allowed to drink…she is pregnant…
His nose flared and his eyelids closed heavily. He counted inwards, praying for that voice to stop reminding him. He took the book in hands and his long fingers shuffled through the pages. The Elder Futhark. One of the oldest forms of the runic alphabet. His heart lost a beat. He threw the book upon the couch. How did things end up being so morose? With this rather pregnant woman sleeping in his room, while he contemplated which fate was better for him. Death in the Underworld or life in Azkaban.
He crossed his arms and looked towards the floor apprehensively. The need to see her was burning through is skin. An angry humph and marched towards the kitchen cupboards. He proceeded to open and close several of them without any real purpose. Then he stopped and leaned his hands next to his lantern. His eyes echoed with desolation.
Put the key of the vault here in front of the lantern. She will be sure to find it. Write her a letter. Forget Potter….
This was the first time he agreed with the voices in his mind. He could put the vault key here. He'd write a small note, telling her to use it at Gringotts if he failed to return. Which he would be certain to do.
Traitor, liar…coward…
His chest welled and his sad gaze fell towards the corridor. His door was slightly azar and there was a soft pink light coming from within. He tightened his hand upon the counter in order to stop himself, but it was intolerable. His body took the initiative and led him towards the room. He stood at the entrance and his features filled with broken lines of grief. She had placed a pink scarf over the ancient lamp at the bedside table. It filled the room with such a warm hue that he was unable to stand at the door anymore.
Against all reason he entered as quietly as possible and rounded the bed. Then he stood above her like a dark angel, with eyes that betrayed immense pain.
What are you doing here? You are supposed to be fleeing…running away like a little coward….
He closed his eyes and a single tear rolled down his long nose. She was tucked under the heavy covers and only the unruly curls of her brown hair was visible. Her soft breaths filled his heart with a hope that was instantly killed by his sense. He looked back at the drawn curtains and checked the heavy wards that were placed around the house. A few silent spells enforced them even further and then his burning stare returned to her.
Now leave the key at the bedside table and walk out!...The voices commanded.
His brows met and he took a step closer. He leaned down and his hand lingered over her hair. The need to touch those soft curls was making his stomach ache. He closed his eyes and his hand became a tight fist. The seconds passed so slowly and his resolution melted with each soft breath. His fingers uncurled slowly and then touched her hair softly. Before he knew it he was sitting next to her pushing the covers away from her face. His eyes watered quickly when he beheld her perfect skin and sinuous lips.
That is what got you in trouble in the first place. Leave!
He shook his head and felt more tears cascading down his face. He was unable to stop them. Maybe the Gods would deem him worthy of giving her one last kiss before leaving. Maybe he should lower the covers in order to see those faint peach traces once more.
Why? In order to remind yourself of that mistake.
His heart ached as he smoothed his lips over her cool temple. She stirred and her eyes opened. A frown bothered her clear brow. "Severus?" The coarseness of her voice made his stomach clench.
He smiled without any effort. "You look so beautiful." His whisper was deep.
A smile dawned timidly upon her face. "What are you doing here? Did they release you?"
Lie!….Came the command.
His nod was faint.
She reached up and took his hand. Her features slowly woke up. "The Minister convinced the Wizengamot?"
"Your friend Potter helped him see reason." His voice was quiet.
Her fingers feathered his cheek. "Are you telling me the truth?"
He closed his eyes, unwilling to see her through his lies. "Yes."
"Grey?" She murmured.
He forced himself to look at her. "She keeps the Command, but that doesn't affect me."
A few clouds covered Hermione's eyes. "You will enter the Underworld?"
"That is why they released me." That was the first truth he was telling her.
"When?" Her hand tightened around his.
"Now…." His brows creased.
"No…" She inhaled deeply…
He closed his eyes, overawed.
"I mean I know you are going to enter. I was the one who supported your release for this reason….but…" She hesitated.
He didn't open his eyes. His regard would be full of betrayal.
"Just stay with me for a while….can you do that?" Her whisper was haunted.
Be brave for once you fool….you messed up….now save the last of your dignity in front of this beautiful woman who doesn't deserve you.
He nodded quietly and their foreheads touched gently. "I can."
She took several moments to talk. "Why did you speak to me like that in prison?"
He opened his mouth, but nothing came out.
She allowed him the time.
"Forgive me. I was overburdened." His voice was diminished.
"I was so mad at you when I left. I promised Ginny I'd berate you when you came home."
"Do so…I deserve it." The sincerity of those words echoed in his teary eyes.
She frowned. "Are you crying?"
He averted his eyes. "No…heavens no." He tried to smile.
Her palms smoothed over his cheeks and she forced him to face her. "Severus why are you crying?"
"Remorse…."He choked.
"For talking to me so rudely?" She smiled.
"Yes." He lied.
"It is okay, I forgive you. I know how difficult you can be sometimes. I knew what I was getting myself into." She rejoined softly.
No you didn't….
He inhaled sharply and caught her forearm. "Listen Hermione there is something I need to tell you."
Her features darkened. "What is it?"
"In my office at the third drawer on the right side, I have a repulsion ward that is so strong no one can break it without passing out."
"I bet." She giggled.
"Shush." –He squeezed his eyes tight- "Give me your hand."
She offered it to him curiously. He clasped it and looked at her. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply as he passed the knowledge down to her. "Did you feel the spell?"
"It is abhorrent." She cringed.
"Now you can deactivate the ward. You are the only one who can do it."
"What is in that drawer?" She scowled.
"The key to a Gringotts vault." He stopped and tried to find courage.
"Why would I need that?" She smiled.
The solemnity of his features put a stop to her mirth. "In case I don't come back from the Underworld…."
She pulled up quickly and stopped him with a kiss. He inhaled deeply and felt himself coming apart at the seams. "No…"
"Yes…." He breathed heavily.
"No!" She rebuked hard.
He stayed there silent, feeling her breath quickening. "NO!" She repeated.
His nod was soft, almost imperceptible. "Please, I beg you…I don't have anyone else to give this to."
"You don't need to give it to anyone! You will come back to me!" Her expression was demanding.
"In case…"
"NO!"
He grasped her biceps and jerked her. "Please!" His voice held a tint of desperation that made her stop.
Her eyes teared up. "Don't do this to me…"
"The vault has gold. Enough to allow you to purchase a house…and live comfortably to the end of your days….You can also sell this one. I am sure our arrangement in the Wizengamot will allow you to do so…" His spoke quickly before she had the time to stop him.
Her lips captured his fervently and he inhaled sharply. "No!" Her denial melted in his mouth.
He shook his head. "Remember it when the time comes…"
Her mouth engulfed his. She silenced him with her longing kiss and he was unable to resist. All those voices that told him to leave, to slither away like a little coward were instantly silenced. The knowledge that she was carrying his child in her loins made his heart ache as she pulled him down with her.
I have to go….I have to leave….
He begged himself, but her kiss was so sensual he felt trapped. Her curves under him were so soft and inviting he was unable to stop himself from feeling them. When she released him for a single moment and took off her shirt, his sense tried to conquer his urges. The ones that had gotten them both into so much trouble. He made to pull away, but her elbow locked behind his nape, keeping him there.
"You won't leave for the Underworld like this. Not like this…." She whispered and drew his head to her neck. Prudence called for him to push her back in bed and go. Instead his lips dragged hotly on her skin and his teeth nipped her gently.
You are repeating your mistakes …
Shut up…
Leave…..
Shut up…..
The need to hide in the shadows got overrun by the openness of her warm body under his. She helped him out of his coat and pushed the shirt off his shoulders. His hands slid up her stomach and enclosed her full breasts. Her legs opened wide, inviting him… he melted. Her fingers undid his belt and he groaned upon her wet lips in despair. His mouth planted wet kisses around her neck while he freed himself…..and then every ounce of caution was gone. All his resolutions were thrown out the window in the face of this woman's hunger. His need to ask her forgiveness for what he had done to her got muted by her moan when her wetness spread around him. His remorse got buried under the waves of heat that thundered in his groins as his lips closed around her erect nipple. Her nails dragged across his shoulder blade as he spoke her name with a thickness that made clench in need.
His guilt got sizzled by the flames of heat that engulfed him as she kissed his mouth openly, searching to find something in him that wasn't there. And he succumb her sensual touch and her alluring softness. He allowed himself to get lost inside those precious moments of bliss that he wouldn't allow himself to have anymore. The weak dispute silenced completely when her heat enwrapped him. When her hands grabbed his buttocks pulling him deeper and her knees locked around his shoulders he became a stuttering fool.
Then their eyes met and he got mesmerized but what he saw in there. What he did to this woman was unfair, it was evil, it was despicable….and the guilt resurfaced now that he recognized the look in her eyes. He closed his and thrust in her deeply feeling her body accommodating him. His mouth met hers fiercely, wanting to silence any words that might have awoken from the only decent part inside him that still alive.
They made love slowly, sensually, lovingly almost and he didn't want to admit that it felt like heaven. He revered every inch of her body, he clenched his thirst with her moans and he aimed for her heavens with a gentleness that was not his trademark. When he felt her tense under him he craved to see her face in ecstasy….and he delighted in every single thing. Her eyelids fluttering, her cheeks blushing, her sweat covering her brow, her lips parting, her tongue searching to lick them. His hand grasped her. His fingers entwined with hers.
"Hermione…" He choked and felt his loins quaking at the thought of what she had inside her.
Her words came out of nowhere to shake his foundations. "I love you."
He closed his eyes and grunted.
The world unraveled for her then and he cried out loud alongside of her. He pushed deeper, trying to elicit more moans….maybe even those words again? No matter how much he hated them, he also longed for them at that moment….and that was even more unfair to her. It made him feel more of a monster.
A cowardly monster….
He gritted his teeth and buried his face in the crook of her neck. Her arms and legs held him tightly as he came apart too ….once more inside her. Unable to control himself….or maybe…
Unwilling...You were always unwilling to do so…..
He panted and moaned. He pushed and pulled…needing more…but what more could he give to her now? He had given her the ultimate nightmare already. He fell upon her quenched body and soul. Feeling her body clenching lovingly around his. He breathed in her musky scent, sorrowful that it was going to be the last time.
She caressed his hair. "I am sorry….."
"For what?" He whispered.
"For expressing my feelings so …..vocally before." She sounded uncertain.
His heart clenched painfully. He looked up and found her eyes. His brows met. He wanted to speak to her. He wanted to tell her so many things. Yet he didn't. He kissed her gently…then passionately….then gently again and pulled back. She was smiling. He laid down behind her and pulled her close. "Sleep." He said quietly and kissed her shoulder.
"Will you leave for the Underworld now?" Her voice filled with fear.
"Not yet, but soon enough. Hermione promise me something please." He gave another gentle kiss at her temple and wrapped his arm around her stomach.
"Sure." Came the sleepy response.
"Until I figure out this cloud please remain in this home."
"What about my job?" She turned to him.
"Just give me a few days. Please…I beg you. Don't go out." His voice broke.
She hesitated.
"For the sake of what we have been through…." He insisted.
She sighed. "Alright, I promise."
He closed his eyes tightly and placed a kiss between her shoulder blades. "Thank you."
She nestled in his arms and smiled contently. "Did I scare you with my bold declaration before?"
He hugged her tightly. "No. I scared myself…."
She remained silent, probably waiting to hear the same words from him.
He couldn't do it. He simply held her lovingly until her breathing changed….and inside his mind he kept asking her to forgive him.
When he felt sure that she was fast asleep he left the bed. He got dressed, made sure she was well tucked in and lingered over her head unbrokenly. More tears appeared in his eyes and he had to refrain from lowering the covers to see those peachy small threads creating cobwebs around her belly. His heart bled as he kissed the palm of her hand.
He dragged himself with great effort to the main door and it took him even longer to walk out. However when the cold air of the night slapped him across the face, he raised his eyes towards the black menacing cloud that had draped the sky with its evil.
There was no turning back now. Hermione and the child were better without him. He made sure they have enough resources to live well….but what kind of life awaited for them with this Dark Magic overtaking London?
He was not meant to become a husband, neither a loving partner. He was not meant to become a father, but there was one thing that he knew how to do….and he knew how to do it very well.
His eyes thinned towards the distance and he called upon a Dark Portal. As he entered it he gave one last look at his home which was surrounded by his powerful magic. No one would be able to penetrate it. As long as Hermione remained there until he cleared up this mess…she was going to be safe.
And that was enough for him.
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