I leave that night, and I don't look back. I keep a dark cloak over myself and I run as far away from the huge manor before Apperating.
I scream as pain pierces through my body and I push while holding the bed rails, my back arching as another contraction passes through my body. I pant as the pain subsides and the mediwitch tells me I'm doing really well. Three hours pass and I'm having trouble with the birth. The nurses don't say so, but I can tell by their worried gazes, I can tell because I can feel it. I feel another contraction rack my body and I scream again and push. I feel a sharp pain at down there and the nurses tell me I have a tear, but the baby's head is out. I gasp and one of the nurses grabs my arms and tells me to push as hard as I can and the baby will come out.
I'm about to when I hear, "Sir, you can't go in there! The woman is birthing her child right now and---"
The double doors burst open and I see him. It's been six months and I feel more tears stream down my eyes. I didn't want him to find me, I didn't---don't. But as I feel another contraction take my body over in pain I push as hard as I can and I feel the baby slide out.
"Sir! You have to leave!" He ignores them and looks at the baby. One of the nurses slap the baby's bottom and it cries out. I don't know the sex yet, but after it's cleaned up and it's lungs are cleared out of all fluid, a nurse lifts the baby into my arms and tells me he's a boy. I look down at him. He has dark skin, like his father, but just a tone lighter, and when he opens his eyes I see my eyes staring back at me.
I still have tears falling down my face and when they drip onto my little boy, he squeals in anger. I wipe them off gently without looking at the man who's just a few steps away.
"You have to leave, sir," one of the mediwitches says. "This mother and child have to have rest and---"
"He's my son and I'll stay," he replies.
"What's your name?" she asks.
"Blaise Zabini."
"Her last name is Granger," the nurse says triumphantly.
"We're not married," he returns. "She ran off before that was possible."
"Well she has the first right to the child and regardless of if you're the father or not you leave if she doesn't want you here."
Everyone looks over at me. I don't want him to stay, but he is the father, and I feel he should have just a few minutes with his son. "Just for a little bit," I manage. He walks closer, but doesn't touch me. Instead, I can feel him stare at me and the newborn in my arms.
He asks me to marry him and I tell him no, and when he asks why I tell him the truth. I tell him the only reason he wants me to marry him is because of Jason. That's what I decided to name him, Jason Blaithe.
He doesn't reply that it's not because of the baby, but because he loves me, and I respect that he doesn't lie to me. He says that it may be because of Jason but also because he cares what happens to me, and that I'd be happy.
I reply that I would be in a prison. And that's the truth. I would be in a prison.