Enchantress

Chapter Sixteen - In the End, We All Just Disappear

Chapter Sixteen Synopsis: Life has a funny way of showing you what is important. You may find your most important possession is irrelevant compared to the bigger picture. The choices you make define you but in the end, we all just disappear. 

Chapter Sixteen – In the End, We All Just Disappear

March 1979

When I look back on my life, these past few months have been my happiest. I never thought I’d feel this happy, I never thought that it would ever come to an end. When I envisioned my life he was always there standing proudly next to me. I was so excited to tell him about our child. Alas the hand we are dealt plays out in a mysterious way, and so I find myself alone without a place to go, I’m fighting the tears so hard and my hands are shaking. I don’t know what I will do, I can only think of one thing and it is so preposterous that I cannot imagine doing it. I will not give my baby up, I will keep my baby safe. I will never love again.

For he has ripped out my heart and stuck a knife through it, I thought he would never venture down that path. He told me he wouldn’t, he told me that his parents had no hold over him, that he would do nothing to put us in danger but he has. Why would he want to become one of those? What possessed him to do it? Doesn’t he know that I’ll be killed on sight if they know of our relationship? Whatever his reason, I don’t think the shattered pieces of my heart will ever be fixed again. All my hope and my love will go to my baby now, and even then I don’t know if I’ll ever be fully fixed again.

He said he loved me. He said he needed me. He said he wanted to marry me. Does all of that mean nothing now? Or does he expect me to stand beside him loyally while he goes about doing awful things.

How could he? I cannot judge him because of his family though I am now fearful of my life. He told me about his manic cousin, I can’t help but think she will come for me. I have to protect my child when it’s Father has just become a Death Eater.

I shall disappear for good.

Hermione started at the entry in her hands. The pain and the torment her Mother was going through was so clear on the page, Hermione felt like she had lived the moment. It all made perfect sense to her now, the reason her Mother refused to mention Hermione’s real Father. Who would want to be reminded of that, of someone you loved so completely who had then gone against everything you represented. Hermione couldn’t comprehend how her Mother had coped with finding out her lover had become a Death Eater.

Hermione’s Mother had seemed so happy in the last entry, with the discovery of being pregnant and the excitement of telling the Father. Hermione was happy that her Mother had never had the intention to carry out an abortion. No her Mother had done the one thing that she’d believed was incredibly selfish and unforgivable, she’d found a poor unsuspecting man, seduced him and made him believe her unborn child was his. Hermione could see why she had done that, she’d been scared for her life and the life of unborn Hermione and was seeking protection from another man. It was easy to see why she had chosen Hermione’s surrogate Dad, who was as big as they come, a real strong man.

Hermione didn’t really know how she felt knowing that her Mother was never truly happy again. Oh Hermione knew that she brought light into her Mother’s life but it must have been hard for her, looking at Hermione every day and remembering what once was. Hermione wondered about her real Father then, where was he? Did he die in the first war or the second? Was he still alive? Did her Mother and Father get to meet one last time? Hermione wished that they had, she wanted them to desperately have one last moment together. They were star crossed lovers, just like Romeo and Juliet.

Hermione wished the journey had had a happier ending. The beginning had seemed so joyous and the start of something new. Even as Hermione began wishing for a happy ending she knew she was being naïve, if it had been a happy ending, she would have seen it during her Mother’s last days and there would have been no need for this story.