Drabble 04: Life was killing them.
Set: People are dead, Voldemort won the war.
Rating: T
Notes: No idea where this came from.
Disclaimer: Nothing but the plot is owned by me.
Her reflection was cracked in the window as tears fell from her eyes. He was putting his stuff into the car.
This wasn't their first fight since the war, but it was the worst.
She had said so many horrible things to him. Yelling and screaming about how he was the reason her friends were dead.
In her nightmares, they all blamed her. Why couldn't she be better?
No baby needed to be born in this world. He was still on the loose. Killing Harry Potter had been his crowning achievement. She and Draco had gone into hiding along with any other survivors of the war.
There were only five. Five people that survived the war that was still going on now. She should be fighting, but all she can do is scream.
"Where are you going to go?" She knew he was listening. He was always listening.
"I don't know." He sounded tired.
They were all tired though. Tired of running, screaming, crying, and living. Life was killing them.
"It's your baby. You know that." It wasn't a question. It was an accusation of sorts.
He scoffed at her. A chair squeaked as she turned from the window.
How could it be so sunny on such a dark day?
"Who else would it belong to?" Such a smart ass. A smart ass weasel was what he was. Always would be.
"Then why won't you stay?" Her voice finally broke. Eyes were trimmed red; hands were on her bulging stomach. She was already showing.
He couldn't stand to look at her. Look at what he had done to her. She should be dead. He shouldn't have saved her all those years ago. She would've have been happier dead.
"The baby doesn't deserve me." It was oh, so true. Heartbreaking.
He truly believed, and she wanted to bash his head in so that maybe he would see. The baby needed a father. A true father. What could Hermione give him or her all on her own?
"You should still stay. I'd like you to." He gave her one last look, placed a kiss on her forehead.
His lips weren't full of their usual life. For once, he was so terribly cold.
A few months later, a baby was born without a father or a mother with a clean slate and a history that no one would ever understand.
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