Times Are Changing
March; 6 Months after "Time"...
3 Months 20 Minutes Before Draco's Death**
I couldn't seem to be able to hold down my meals, as I vomited inside of the toilet. After only minutes of continuing I felt someone holding my hair back for me, and as I coughed it stopped. I wiped away anything from my face onto the towel Scabior gave me.
"Don't kiss me, it's gross" I said.
Scabior smirked, and kissed my lips anyway.
"I've tasted worse" Scabior replied.
"So you claim" I responded.
"You do look beautiful pregnant" Scabior voiced.
I looked to him sweetly.
"With no friends to share it with, no family love...no cousin-" "No, but I will not leave you" Scabior said, interrupting me...and kissing me on the cheek.
"Perhaps Peri Malfoy was right-" "Not in the slightest, merely jealous" Scabior insisted, kissing me on the lips.
"You're leaving with them aren't you" I stated.
Scabior looked down sadly.
"I must, it's only for a few weeks" Scabior replied.
"A few weeks? Like after Aldous is born" I retorted.
"Aldous" Scabior questioned.
"It's a boy" I responded, Scabior rubbed his hand over my stomach, and I grabbed a hold of it.
"Just a little while" Scabior promised.
April 5th
***2 Months & 2 days 20 Minutes, Before Draco's Death**
"Everything alright" Draco asked.
"Everything is not bloody alright" I retorted.
Draco recoiled, with a surprised look upon his face.
"I'm sorry...Scabior's been gone, and I can't seem to manage" I told.
Draco shrugged.
"No companionship, no cousin speaking to you...I can see why...did you know they got married" Draco questioned.
"What" I stated.
"Last month, before they left" Draco replied.
"I'm sorry" I responded.
"You didn't know...I'm sorry Scabior hasn't been here, but I always am" Draco offered.
Scabior had been away, I'd yet to receive even a mere message of him being okay. There were still others willing to fight against snatchers, where was that message. Where is he? Where had his love gone to?
As though Draco had known my thoughts, he wrapped his arms around my waist, and held me.
June 10th
**27 Days 20 Minutes, Before Draco's Death**
I regretted the things I'd done, even after I had Aldous, a precious child who lay silently in his crib. Scabior still wasn't back, no one was.
"Hey" Draco said, coming into the room.
"Something the matter" Draco asked, after examining my face.
"It's nothing" I answered, and Draco came in front of me.
"It will never be nothing, what you are feeling has to do with everything – and it Scabior can't see that-" "Scabiot needn't know anything that I feel" I stated, interrupting Draco.
Draco recoiled, straightening up, and sitting down on me and Scabior's bed.
"I get this feeling.." I began, catching Draco's attention.
His eyes were full of misery.
"All the time...-" Tears filled my eyes, and I sighed.
"I don't think they're coming back" I finished, and Draco came to as I seemed to collapse onto the ground.
Draco lie my head on his shoulder, and smoothed my hair...attempting to soothe me, though he couldn't stop tears of his own slipping from his eyes. He was shaking, and I was also shaking.
July 7
June 30th
**7 Days & 20 Minutes, Before Draco's Death**
I stroked Aldous' hair sweetly, and kissed the top of his head. Draco knelt down beside me, and kissed my cheek. Seeming to come close to my lips, but I pulled away.
"No Draco..." I breathed.
"Scabior again" replied Draco.
"There's no one that can tell me any different, I feel that he's still alive, and as long as he is...I can't" I told Draco.
Draco stood, and left up the stairs.
"You shouldn't fuck with others feeling Peri" Draco shouted.
Later that night, I sat in my room, and opened up a journal. I took out a quill, and tore out a page. Trouble...was my only thought, whoever had heard what Draco had said would bring about thoughts...lies, rumors...everyone will be hurt.
"I love you" I whispered, kissing the letter, after folding in half.
I placed it in a crack between two drawers.
"This was not a lie...this was not a lie" I repeated quietly.
It was the best thought I could tell myself, my chest hurt, and so did my heart. I had to allow him to believe what he wants, I had to do what was best. 'Protect what is left'...she remembered her mother saying.
Without Scabior I was remembering, and I just couldn't help it. Slowly, I pull out my necklace from the top drawer; this was not just any necklace. This smooth jewel was...and still is important, Scabior wouldn't know that. Nor would many others, until the proper time. Scabior would know then, many would know then. Narcissa Malfoy knew.