He left, and that's the last thing I remember. He left for no reason, leaving me to care for Jill all by myself. Even now, even with all this hatred bubbling inside me toward him, I know there must have been something terribly wrong for him to up and leave like that. I mean, he pack up and left (snaps fingers) just like that; no explanation, no Hedwig bringing a letter explaining why, no Hedwig bringing a not for a meeting to explain thing, no. Zippo, nata, nothing.
It all started with a stupid letter.
He was in the living room, scanning the Daily Prophet for deaths. I was sitting on the couch, reading a book by a muggle author, Steven King's It. It was actually a good book, really ... but that's beside the point.
Suddenly, a beautiful snowy owl flew through the open window and landed in front of Him. He look almost relieved to see Hedwig. He'd been writing letters to god-knows-who for at least four days by then. His expression changed from relief to a sort-of horrified look as he read the letter.
He got up out of the chair and headed upstairs to the bedroom.
"Harry?" I closed the book and got up, swaying slightly. It was somewhat a difficult feat, seeing as I was already 6 months pregnant and my stomach liked to unbalance me. "Harry?" I called up the stairs. I was answered by silence. I made my way up the stairs and down the hall to the bedroom. "Harry?" I repeated, stopping in the doorway. "What's going on? Where are you going?"
He was throwing all his possessions into a trunk. Naturally, it had been magically modified so he fit all his things in it. He slammed the trunk and turned to face me.
"Move," he said harshly.
"Harry, please I -"
"Move," he repeated. Tears stung my eyes and confusion flowed through me like a flood. We'd probably would have made a perfect scene in a muggle soap opera. Me, standing there, my long brown hair in a bun, my brown eyes shining from the tears, utter confusion spelled across my face. Him with a set face, normally warm green eyes harsh, the trunk right beside Him.
"Harry, I don't understand. What's going on? Please! Tell me!" I practically begged. He made a loud noise of frustration and ran his fingers through his messy hair. He sat down on the edge of the bed and stared at his clasped hands.
"I have to leave."
"But why? I don't -"
"Shut up!" Harry yelled, taking me by surprise. "For once in your goddamn life woman, shut up!"
"Don't you dare tell me to shut up!" I screamed at him, rage overtaking me. "I've had enough of this bullshit! If you're going to leave me for some fucking reason that I don't even know about, fine! But let me remind you, Potter, it'll be your son or daughter growing up without a father!"
I backed up until I hit the wall, then sank to the floor sobbing. He took his chance and grabbed his trunk. He passed me without a second glance. He descended the stairs and a few moments later I heard the front door slam.
All of my girlfriends, even Hermione, began visiting often. They all agreed with me that he was a bastard. Hermione and my sister, Candice, are my close-knit family. They drop by most often, they were even there when I had the baby. They didn't let Hermione in but Candice absolutely refused to leave while I was having it. Great friends, really, no matter what the idiots at Hogwarts said.
Him, same thing. A lot hated Hermione because she knew a lot, and a lot hated Candice because of her attitude. Now, the whole school -except the Slytherins -thought Him the greatest kid in the world. Ha! As if! Does the greatest person in the world leave his wife and unborn daughter for no goddamn reason? No! I hate to admit it, but for once, Malfoy was right. He wasn't such a great person, and I for one should know.
He really isn't. He never came back again. He didn't even make an appearance when I had the baby. He'd known, too. Hemione swore she'd sent him an owl saying I had the baby. I'd made her, of course. Those were the days I hoped he'd come back. Now I hope they find him in some rundown shack with the dark mark over it, his body bloody and mangled, and him dead.
I shut myself off from the world for about a year after I let the cold, hard truth sink in. He was never coming back. I only went somewhere if I had to. I stayed home, tending to Jill. Hermione, Candice, and Kelly stopped in every few days.
Now, I see them almost daily. They stop in after work to visit Candice. Sometimes I think she's not the only one they're checking up on.
Candice. I haven't told much about her, have I? Candice was everything I wanted to be. She had long, curly, blonde hair the color of gold, warm, friendly, sparkling blue eyes. She had a steady boyfriend. Note the had. He was just like Him. Left her after he found out that she was in a coma. Now you wouldn't be able to tell she was the same girl if you didn't know her name. Her gold hair is now pale and dead-looking. Her skin's white and no one sees her eyes because they're always closed. She's still in a coma, and inch from death.
And the worst part is, I saw the whole thing and couldn't help her.