Aimee
It had been two years since Harry and Draco graduated… two years since the two moved into a London flat, leaving their families and many siblings behind for the bustle of city life. For two years, there had only been one child in the Malfoy/Lupin household, seven in the Snape mansion. With each passing day, the children grew older, gained more knowledge, and came closer and closer to the freedom that surrounded their oldest siblings.
It was May 17th that everything happened; two families, driven apart by one night of indulgences, brought back together by an act of sin and an act of love.
"Sev?"
It was early morning that day; the sun had yet to rise, and Lily was lying wrapped up in Severus' arms, curled up under the blankets.
"Yes, love?"
It didn't matter what time she asked his assistance, asked him to listen, ask him to love. He always responded without haste, doing her bidding as she pleased.
"It happened again."
She could see the lines form on his forehead as the words turned over in his mind.
"What happened again?"
She smiled. "This."
Taking his hand, she set it over her stomach, pressing gently. Almost immediately, Severus sensed a second heartbeat coming from her womb.
Smiling, he kissed her. "Another, love?"
"Yes." Sighing once more, she looked up at him, her eyes slightly unfocused in the moonlight. "Are you happy?"
"Ecstatic." He smiled again, pulling her tighter. "Will this help you?"
She thought for a moment, finally nodding. "Yes, I think so."
"Maybe…?"
Lily shook her head, "I can't. You know that."
"Four years, love."
"Six since it's happened, and I still haven't been able to shake it."
"Talking to him will help you put it all behind you."
"I know." She sighed, closing her eyes once more. "I'm tired, can we go back to sleep?"
He chuckled slightly, then nodded. "Of course. Good night, love."
"Night?" Lily smiled, "It's morning."
Five years of marriage wasn't enough. A child together wasn't enough. It was all pointless anyway – they would live their lives, then die. There was no reason, no mean or worth behind it all. Perhaps, for the bigger pictures, yes, but in the general life – nothing.
She sighed, closing her eyes and reflecting back on the past four. The first year was wonderful – she couldn't have asked for a better marriage. She had her daughter… she would be old enough to remember her, but not feel the full sting of what she was about to do.
What had it all turned out like this? Her life would have been perfect if it hadn't been for Voldemort. Voldemort had taken her first husband – the father of her son – away from her. He had taken the man many women referred to as "Luscious Lucius" away, leaving her alone.
It's been far too long… Why can't I let this go? It's over, they aren't speaking anymore and haven't for years. He's all mine… Yet he's so far away. Each Full Moon, you know what he's thinking… he's thinking of her and how's she handling it. She has the Wolfsbane potion, however. He doesn't. For a glorious seven years, as he taught, he did. He kept his mind… He didn't with her, however. He wasn't himself. She made him. She raped him.
Rape… Rape is far too strong a word. Forced, perhaps. Controlled. My husband was forced by his best friend to f-ck her… He didn't want it. He couldn't have. He's my husband… he loves me… he could never have done that.
He didn't know me then. What am I thinking? He didn't love me like that then… he loved her. He still loves her. They have two children together, we only have Micah.
No – the twins, they aren't his. If they are, we don't know and perhaps we never will. If Lily holds no self-respect towards herself, then Severus will give the children the ounce of dignity they deserve. They don't deserve anymore – they're byproducts of a night veiled in sin.
My life never really meant anything… How could it? I was a trophy wife for one of the most powerful men in the English wizarding world, I bore his heir – then nothing. A man came and tried to love me, but once again I was pushed aside, this time for someone he'll never have.
I'm sick and tired of having to battle life on my own. Draco's gone now – turned into the pouf Lucius would have disowned in a moment's time. He gets along all right, even though his roommate's as straight as a nail. He'll have a good life… Remus will look over him for me.
Taking a goblet full of wine, Narcissa opened a tiny glass vile, dumping the contents inside. Slowly yet surely, she raised the goblet, a benign smile upon her face.
A toast… she laughed, To death.
Putting the goblet up against her lips, she didn't even have time to savor the taste of the wine. As the liquid poured down her throat, the poison spreading rapidly through her veins, the goblet clattered to the floor, a limp body falling next to it.
Here's to you, love.
The strands in your eyes that color them wonderful
Stop me and steal my breath
Emeralds from mountains thrust toward the sky
Never revealing their depth
Tell me that we belong together
Dress it up with the trappings of love
I'll be captivated
I'll hang from your lips
Instead of the gallows of heartache that hang from above
I'll be your crying shoulder
I'll be love suicide
I'll be better when I'm older
I'll be the greatest fan of your life
Rain falls angry on the tin roof
As we lie awake in my bed
You're my survival, you're my living proof
My love is alive not dead
Tell me that we belong together
Dress it up with the trappings of love
I'll be captivated I'll hang from your lips
And stand at the gallows of heartache, that hang from above
I'll be your crying shoulder
I'll be love suicide
I'll be better when I'm older
I'll be the greatest fan of your life
I've been dropped out, burned up, fought my way back from the
dead
Tuned in, turned on, Remembered the things that you said
I'll be your crying shoulder
I'll be love suicide
I'll be better when I'm older
I'll be the greatest fan of your life*
*Edwin McCain, I'll Be
(Cookie to the person who figures out who the song's about...
Two people, mind you.)