We could have kept it a secret- eloped in the dead of the night, hand in hand. You would whisk me away to a muggle town. We would have no Muggle money, but it wouldn’t matter. I could get a job in a café.We could rent a flat in the village, and pay for it using the the money I earned. You would get a job in the local pub. You would become a popular bartender, known for your charisma. They would know us as the couple with a baby on the way.
Once we had finally raised enough money, we would go to a small registry office. I would be wearing a plain dress and you would be in a plain shirt and trousers. We would not need extravagance for our love for one another would be enough. You would pick a small flower out of a bush outside and place it in my curls smiling at me with a tender look. We would ask a friend from the village to be our witness. He would be waiting there already, smiling encouragingly.
As the ceremony drew to a close, we would place a plain golden band on one another’s ring finger, and I would finally be Mrs. Black. You would move closer to me, and we would kiss. You would place your hand on my ever increasing belly, and feel our child kick happily inside of me.
A few months later, it would be time to see our child. You would look at our baby and tears would form in your eyes. You would tell me that our child is perfect. I would feel the happiest I'd ever been in my life.
But this is mere fantasy. I am a widow- pregnant and lost, somewhere in Paris. I ran away after your murder. I claim to be a Gryffindor, but I'm not brave. I ran away from something that has no physical body. I am running away from the death of a person that I loved with all of my heart. A courageous person would never do that. I am only living for my child. I want it to have the life that you never had.
And me? I’ll keep walking. Away from a person with no physical body. Maybe one day, I’ll find that muggle village I think about. I could raise my child there. Away from the death and pure-blood mania so rife in the wizarding community. Muggles do not have to worry about blood-purity. They did not have to live in fear of their families being killed by Death-Eaters or worry that their child would be a squib.
I stared down at my wand and apparated. I wasn’t sure where, but there was a large river. It was somewhere that I remembered seeing on the inside of a story book as a child. I threw my wand into the lake as hard as I could, repeating three words: no more regrets, and continued my personal escape.
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