~3 Years Later~
DRACO
"You promised you wouldn't do this!" I shouted at my father.
"Have I been known to keep my promises Draco?" my father said, twirling his walking stick in his fingers.
"Yes. To everyone but your own son." I said.
He stood up. "Well you can't expect me to accept the fact that my son impregnated a Mudblood."
I spun around. "DON'T...call her that." I said, going against my childhood beliefs.
My father raised his eyebrows at me. "So what should I call her? The girl who's bearing your child?"
I gritted my teeth and swallowed. "Call her Aura." I said.
My mother spoke up from the corner. "Draco, sweety, it wouldn't be as big a predicament if she were full blooded. But..." she started, but was cut off by the tears forming in her eyes.
"You know how Lord Voldemort is about Mudbloods and Halfbloods." my father continued, "The child's life has to be terminated before Lord Voldemort takes it into his own hands."
"You will not lay a HAND on my daughter." I shouted at my father.
His jaw clenched as I advanced on him. "You mean...she was already born?" he asked almost inaudibly.
I just continued staring at him. He broke his gaze from mine by putting his face in his hand.
"Go." he said, pointing to the door with his other hand, "You have no idea how much danger you are putting yourself, your child, and your family into. Just go."
I happily obliged as I stormed out the door, robes flailing behind me. The last thing I heard was my mother's sorrowful cry.