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They Will Be Next

Leigh Ann Nelson
30 May 1996, 1400 hours
Medical Ward

"Bull shit."

Viktor's face flamed bright red as he rubbed the back of his adorable head. "Leahn..."

"Don't 'Leahn' me. You're tellin' me that the General gave you this order specifically to give to me?" I sat on Doc's desk, her bug eyes through her bottle-cap glasses looking at the ultrasound screen next to me. She was still trying to find the baby and all I wanted for her to do was finish—the gel was damn cold. "And Doc, you couldn't have warmed up the gel first?"

The doctor gave me a smack on the hand. "Language, Nelson. And no." To rub it in, she put a little more of the cold gel under my belly button, making me gasp.

"Jesus!"

"Figuratively speaking, there is a Jesus. Anymore outbursts?"

"This is preposterous!" I growled throwing my head back down onto the pillow of the bed. "Are you sure that we're safe in here?" Not that everyone isn't going to know soon... We were in a locked room in the hospital ward, with silencing spells and everything, but I still didn't want anyone seeing this...yet. Not that me being a giant, lumbering whale on land wouldn't hint at the fact that I was pregnant, but whatever.

I didn't understand why anyone hadn't noticed. From the side, anyways. No one had asked questions about my loss of rank, no one had left me to fend for myself in class. I was guessing that the whole, 'wearing a uniform,' thing kind of blocked it out. Now I wouldn't be able to.

Viktor, still entranced with the technology in front of him, ignored my outburst. "So this vill show my baby—err, our baby?" As Viktor always said, I couldn't call myself a whale—I was pregnant, after all, and there was another person inside of me. He didn't see himself bloating up in all the wrong places, though.

"Yes," Doc said simply, blowing a strand of curly red hair out of her eyes. "And Leigh Ann will show the baby to the school tomorrow...after she shops for maternity clothes, per the General's orders."

I instantly paled and glared at the lady next to me. "There is no way in hell I am shoppin' for frilly maternity clothes in the middle of a war!" This shouldn't have been happening, anyways!

I never knew how much of an evil glare that the doctor could have as she found the heartbeat of my baby, finally. "We'll just see about that, won't we, Momma?"

The heartbeat that came out of the speakers stopped my own heart for a moment. Viktor's hand found mine as tears came to my eyes. The room was filled with a fourth heartbeat...and it was from what Viktor and I had created. I looked into his eyes to see his face full of confusion and wonder. When he saw me looking, he gave me the widest smile that I had ever seen on his face.

He leaned down and kissed me, gently, laughing lightly and leaving his forehead on mine. "Listen to vhat ve half created, little vun."

"And...there! I would know the placement if you'd ever come to your other screenings, but no, you had to wait for the bozo to show up to the meetings, too," Doc growled, slapping both of us up the heads. I was flustered and Viktor, he just had a sheepish look on his face. "You are finally to the midpoint of you pregnancy. It's safe to say that you are on your way, Miss Nelson."

I looked over to the screen, smiling at the four-inch fetus on screen. It was strange to see the banana-shaped...thing on screen. It didn't look anything like a baby at all. But it would be. And, whether it be boy or girl, it would be beautiful because it was mine and Viktor's. Doc said that its back was to the screen, but I could see little feet and toes and everything.

Voktor was holding the edge of my stomach, looking completely at awe. "My child...vhen vill I know boy or girl?" That was just like him, wanting to know everything right then. Then again, I had to give the guy some slack. My mom hadn't known what an ultrasound was, either. That had been a shock!

Doc shook her head and froze the image on the screen, shutting everything else off and handing me a rag to wipe at my stomach. "Not until next month. Viktor, I already told Leigh Ann, but the baby should be due around October first."

Viktor's head looked like it was about to explode. He started saying things in a mixture of English and Bulgarian, kissing my head, kissing an uncovered part of my stomach and laughing. I was in awe as well, but I wasn't so sure that I could be so carefree about it. Viktor had finally stopped his war in Bulgaria...I had just started mine.

I didn't know how to tell him that I didn't want us to be connected. I didn't want anyone to know that the baby was here because then they could use it to get to me. And they could get to Viktor that way.

My hand gripped his protectively as the Doc cleaned up my stomach and gave me a few more directions. It would be harder to sleep, so I should hug a pillow. I would get hot flashes and my skin, which had already been doing crazy things, would either get better or worse.

I wasn't sure how anyone hadn't noticed yet. I hated to think that it was because I was overweight, but there was definitely a bump there, especially when I wasn't wearing my uniform. That must have been it. The uniform hid pretty much anything, it even made me look like I had a flat stomach!

Suddenly one thought entered my mind, making my mood darken—it used to. Goodbye uniforms, hello frilly baby dolls. I shivered at the thought. But, the General had been very specific with my form of "punishment." Clothes, baby-name-picking time, and shopping for baby things.

Viktor must have noticed my mood because he pulled me to the side and gave me a kiss. I instantly relaxed, wrapping my arms around his neck and pushing myself into it. It felt wonderful to have him here full time. I could kiss him whenever I wanted. I could push my body into his and feel the difference of strength versus soft. I forgot about the doctor as my hands grasped at the stubble on his head, pulling his delectable lips open and letting his tongue start to dance around with mine.

My baby's father groaned, tipping my head back and moving his lips to my throat. "Leahn... I do not know if this is good for the baby, for me to be...thinking this vay."

I knew exactly how he was thinking when his hips gently pushed against mine. I groaned, my head thrown back, and realized what he meant when my stomach firmly pushed against his. That was when the doctor came up beside us and cleared her throat. We flew apart, flustered, but she wasn't even looking at us. She was adjusting her glasses and looking down at a clipboard. "Sexual intercourse is common in many pregnancies. In fact, many women think that it helps relieve stress and pressure on the uterus."

I blushed down to my toes and grabbed Viktor's hand in mine, pulling him towards the door. "And that, Viktor," I said as I undid the magical locks, "is our cue to leave."

1 June 1996, 1000 hours
New York State Park

It was a bright, sunny first day in June. School was a week from getting out, (not that many would be leaving the supposed 'sanctuary' of the war effort,) and I was sitting at a picnic table eating ice cream with the best fiance in the world. I looked around, the wind blowing the warm summer breeze in my face, at the tall skyscrapers, the strangely green area we were in, and the bustling streets of New York City.

Viktor, so surprised with this Muggle world, couldn't believe his eyes. It was difficult to pick out the wizards around us because most wizards dressed in suits and dresses that were popular. Then you saw the wizards who thought that the crazy things worn in fashion shows were actually to be worn in public. Those wizards weren't hard to find.

I must have been looking off into the streets smiling because I then felt Viktor's hand on mine, the one that wasn't holding the ice cream cone. "This is how...I always pictured us," he said softly, nodding at the white dress I'd bought at a Muggle store while he'd been in a meeting that morning. He hadn't been able to let me wander around alone though. "Peaceful...starting a family."

I wrinkled my nose and smiled a little. "Shoppin' for baby clothes against my will."

He laughed in that Viktor laugh that I loved, playing with the ring on my left hand. "You look beautiful. Natural."

I rolled my eyes and stood up, finishing off the last of my ice cream. "Come on. Let's go to the Stock Exchange."

"The vhat?"

I tried explaining it, but it was something you just had to see for yourself. The New York Stock Exchange building was the entrance to the Wizard's Stock Exchange. American wizards from all four corners of the United States flocked here to buy pieces of the world and get all of their wizarding goods.

Viktor, already dressed to impress, made no splash as he entered. The Muggles didn't know who he was and the wizards who did didn't blow his cover. "This place is...very...Moogle," he said softly, his lips right next to my ear.

He was right. The entire room had marble flooring, tall white pillars, and everything was stainless steel. Muggles and wizards bustled about, intent on their jobs, their money, or their lives. Poor sods. They had nothing but the money in their pockets, most of the time.

I grasped his hand, claiming him as mine, and pulled him along to the elevators. "It all is. America isn't as old as England. Or Bulgaria. We have simply upgraded with the times." And I was glad, too. After visiting Diagon Alley, I'd felt a little dirty. Now we were going to Vertic Ally, also known as the "Stock Exchange" to the younger wizards of America. It was quickly becoming the wealthiest wizard shopping district in the world.

We got strange looks, (mostly I got the strange looks, being pregnant with flip flops in an upscale, almost all-male area,) but we moved through the crowd to the elevators. The stainless steel doors opened, revealing a smaller than normal box that Viktor was not too eager to enter.

"Don't worry," I said, waiting until the door closed to whip out my wand. "Equidem comperio," I whispered, waving my wand at the elevator buttons. Suddenly one at the very top appeared, only large enough to fit the end of my wand, and I put it in. Viktor raised an eyebrow, so I said, "It's to keep criminals out. Wand-scan, like back at the Academy."

"I vill never understand technoology."

I patted him on the hand as we went up and up, past the twenty-third floor, and kept going. "That's why I'm here."

He picked up our hands and kissed the back of mine. "And I loff that."

Finally the door opened on the top floor. I hadn't been here in a while, but it seemed as if the war hadn't reached this area yet. The stalls were tall and white in the old American-style housing, bright red roofs and brick streets for those who walked instead of using the rental carriages. The sky was charmed to stay bright and blue with wispy clouds and a bright sunshine raining down on us.

Viktor looked surprised at the bustling streets and the clean alleyways. I knew that he was eager to get me things. I usually didn't allow him to get me gifts, ever since the necklace...and the ring...I'd told him that he was the best gift I would ever get. He didn't have to spend money on me, I was already in love with him.

But he'd said that he'd wanted to spend money on me. He smiled down at me and pulled me along the street, both of us getting gawking looks from spectators. This was what I'd been worried about. Viktor had been in the news more and more recently, what with him returning to practice after having been completely gone for months.

The news, sneaky bastards that they were, had figured out that he had been teaching at the Academy. While that had been a shock, no doubt would be the pregnant woman on his arm. "Viktor," I said out of the side of my mouth, through a gritted smile, "everyone is staring."

"You do not know how beautiful you are, loff," he said simply giving me a kiss on the temple. A woman to my right gave a little gasp and appeared to faint from severe depression. "And besides, it has been a vhile since I vas taken in a permanent relationship, yes? This is...ah, veird for everyone to understand."

Come to think of it, I couldn't remember Viktor Krum ever being in a serious relationship with anyone. And I wasn't exactly sure when the last time was that I'd had so much attention on me.

I quickly pulled Viktor into Madame Coach's dressing store, hoping to get away from all the prying eyes. Madame Coach herself looked up from behind a gold-plated counter, (way too overly-decorated with purses for sale, if I had anything to say about it,) and her pleasant face turned horrified as she shrieked. "What...who...Viktor Krum! My! How pleasant to...see...you...in my shop! With your..." She dropped the sentence as she looked at me in shock and indignation.

My eyes clenched shut in frustration. Couldn't I go anywhere nice anymore without people freaking out over the fact that, yes, I was with the Viktor Krum and, yes, I was fucking pregnant? So, maybe I wasn't supermodel beautiful. So, maybe I looked like a whale. So what! "Look, Madame, I just want some clothes. For one moment, forget that I have a child inside of me and that my fiance is a world-famous sports star. Just. Get. Me. Clothes." The faster I could get them tried on, the faster I could shop for something better. Like a new broom that held mommy and baby.

The woman paled three skin shades down. Viktor, behind me, put a firm hand on my shoulder. "Leahn..."

I turned my eyes to him pleadingly. "It's...hormones?"

He wasn't buying it. "I know that you are mad...but this voman is simply surprised. Ve half not shown anyvone. I half been gone for many months." He leaned down, his scruff roughly scratching my cheek, and put his lips by my ear. "It makes them vonder...vhere has Viktor Krum been? Vhat has Viktor Krum been...doing?"

Heat filled my cheeks at his innuendo. I was glad that Madame was gone because I didn't want her to hear and freak out again. "You've been teachin' me."

He chuckled lowly and grasped my stomach, pulling me back against him. I could feel his member pulsing with heat already. "Many things, apparently..."

I elbowed him gently, trying not to laugh and blush at the same time. "You scoundrel."

1200 hours
The Stock Exchange

Twenty jumpsuits for pregnant women, thirty overly-priced dresses, and fifteen frilly babydoll tops later, I was trying on my last pair of pregnancy pants. We'd moved out of Madame Coach's store, (wouldn't you know, she only sells size 8 and down, the size of my left leg,) and into a wizard's pregnancy store.

Viktor had instantly become intrigued with the toys he could get our child. I knew that my daughter or son would be spoiled rotten by his or her daddy.

At the moment, I was trying on a magical pair of pants that adjusted at the waist as I got bigger. Too bad they made my butt look really fat, and that couldn't happen, it was my biggest selling point! Well, not to Viktor. He still had an uncommon obsession with my breasts. When he'd figured out that they would only be getting bigger from the pregnancy, he'd instantly taken me to the bedroom. Right in the middle of the school day.

I chuckled at the memory, slipping back on my sundress and taking off the pants. I was just about to leave when I heard something behind me. One had still on the door handle, I turned and looked in the mirror.

"Who do you think you are?" my reflection asked, scowling at me.

God, I hated enchanted mirrors. One at Madame Coach's store told me that I looked like a pig roast dressed in a curtain. I then proceeded to flip off the mirror. Maybe the whole "hormone" thing wasn't too far off.

I looked over myself in the reflection. My feet were swollen, although my toenails were cute in bright red, and my stomach looked equally large. I turned to the side, hoping to see how large I was really getting, but my reflection didn't turn. I scowled at it back and raised my wand. "Anapnio," I said calmly, hoping to move the enchantment so that I could see myself. But it still blocked me.

"Who do you think you are?" my reflection asked, but this time, it wasn't my voice coming out of the mirror. My breath was stolen from me as I stood there, too scared to move. This was the voice that had come out of the Fiendfyre, the day when the school had almost burned to the ground. It was the one that sounded as if hundreds of people were saying the words, mixed with the sound of nails on a chalkboard. "Leigh Ann Nelson...we have tried to get answers from you easily...and the hard way."

I had no clue what the voice was talking about—all they'd ever done was torture and try to kill me! "What do you want from me?" I asked in a voice that almost sounded desperate.

An image came onto the mirror. Viktor was standing there, holding me, his arms around my waist as he whispered things in my ear. I recognized this as a few days ago, right before we'd had to go to my appointment. "We know your weaknesses, Leigh Ann...just tell us what we want to know. What we know you know." Viktor then put his hand on my stomach in the image. Both he and my reflection looked up at me, grinning, their teeth turning into razors and their eyes glowing red.

Another image pulled up, one of Viktor being tortured with an Unforgivable Curse in front of me as I was held to the wall by shackles. My stomach was large and round. I was on my knees, begging for them to stop, to tell me what they wanted so that they would leave him alone.

"Stop!" I begged, hysteria in my voice as I breathed rapidly, unable to capture enough air. The door behind me was locked. I fumbled with the handle, but it wouldn't work. "Stop it! I don't know what you want!"

A hand formed in the glass, coming to life in front of me. It reflected my terrified face in its palm as it came closer and closer, coming around my neck and gripping tightly. "You know what we want."

My baby! It was the worst possible thing. If I couldn't breathe, than neither could my baby. My baby was going to die if I didn't get help. I thrashed, reaching for my wand, but it was on the ground. Spots started to show in my vision. Then I did the only thing that I could—I punched the arm that held the glass hand.

It shattered into a million pieces. I fell onto them as I fell to the ground, gasping for breath. My hands and knees were covered in blood.

"Leahn?" Viktor cried from outside, banging on the door. How had I not heard that? "Leahn, answer me! Vhat is vrong?"

Suddenly he blast the door open with some spell I hadn't heard. I felt tears falling down my face as I looked up at Viktor. His eyes were wide as he looked at me, then the mirror at which I had shattered. Words were written on the wall in my blood:

THEY WILL BE NEXT

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