starting over.“…neither the wrath of heaven nor the attacks of enemies are fatal…”
FEMME TWO – OPPOSING SIDE OF FEMME ONE; PREGNANT & MARRIED TO HOMME TWO
HOMME ONE – ANY AFFILIATION; MARRIED TO FEMME ONE
HOMME TWO – OPPOSING SIDE OF HOMME ONE; MARRIED TO FEMME TWO
start this day, like any other day, fold my hands, as I begin to pray, sometimes we, gotta throw the past aside,
come what may, I'm gonna open up my eyes, to all my broken feelings, its the only road I've known..
“Think you can keep up HOMME ONE?”
“Sectumsempra!”
The large gash appeared across HOMME TWO’s torso, and he stumbled back a few steps, sputtering from the strength of the spell, clearly surprised at the force displayed behind the hex. There was a smirk across his face however, as he raised his own wand in retaliation, glaring menacingly at HOMME ONE, an evil glint in his eyes. He was going to get that son of a bitch good. There was no doubt in his mind.
And then he woke up.
He had fought HOMME ONE years ago, and still the memory of losing to him was haunting him. He was married, he was relatively happy, but losing that fight nagged the back of his mind every day. He wanted revenge and he was going to get it if it was the last thing he did, the only problem being he couldn’t think of a way to hurt HOMME ONE in the way he had hurt his pride so long ago. Until his wife pointed out something interesting in the Daily Prophet one day.
“Darling, look who’s expecting now…it’s that slut.”
That was her. HOMME ONE’s wife. And suddenly the perfect plan fell right into his lap.
“What do you want to name the baby HOMME ONE? Ashton or Derek? We have to pick one you know.”
“I know, I know FEMME ONE, we still have a few months though, do we really have to talk about this now?”
“I suppose it can wait. Is work really that bad?”
“Has it ever been good?”
HOMME ONE had a good life. He married his childhood sweetheart, and now she was a fair way along in her pregnancy that he felt as though he could breathe again. There was really nothing to be worried about. Or at least nothing major. According to the doctor, both his future son and his wife were in perfect health, and life was going well. Not more reckless battles in corridors or back alleys for him. Sure he had a bit of a temper, but FEMME ONE had calmed that out of him, in his opinion for the better.
“So this will do it?”
“It should…how are you going to give it to her?”
“I’m not. He is.”
“The Healer just sent this over FEMME ONE, he says it should help with the back aches.”
“Really? Thank god. I swear Ashton is already a handful. Just like his Daddy.”
“Bet you can’t wait for him to come out and play though. I’ll go make you the tea.”
Mixing in the potion the Healer had sent over, the thought that it may not be from the Healer never even crossed his mind. Why on earth would anyone want to harm his wife or the future baby boy his wife had named Ashton? There was no one he could recall that would want to, so he just mixed the potion in with the tea and FEMME ONE drank it. Every last drop. No alarms were raised when she was throwing up the next morning. It was written off by the couple as morning sickness. Nothing out of the ordinary.
“…FEMME ONE…”
She said nothing to her husband, merely staring into space, curled up on the hospital bed, her tear stained face turned toward the rain drizzling down the windows. She had lost the baby. Her Ashton. Right now he was sitting in the basement of St. Mungo’s, probably one a cold metal table. The autopsy had revealed it was a potion, recently absorbed into the placenta. So what did that mean? Did HOMME ONE lie to her about the Healer sending the potion? Did he not want a baby with her? It wasn’t as though it was far fetched, he hadn’t wanted to name the baby, he hadn’t showed nearly as much excitement over the future addition to their family as her friends husbands had. But why did he have to kill Ashton?
“When’s the funeral HOMME ONE?”
“Back off HOMME TWO.”
“What, can’t handle that you murdered your whore’s baby?”
HOMME ONE rounded furiously one HOMME TWO, wand out, eyes blazing with hatred for the other man.
“SECTUMSEMPRA!”
maybe I wont feel the pain, when you leave me one day, maybe it wont be too late, when you need me someday,
someone take me away from the one who betrays, things wont ever be the same, I'm starting over..
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