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Whispers from the Past, ch. 28

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

Harmony sprinted through the grass, wetting the hem of her dress with the early morning dew. The heavy bag of galleons jingled with each step she took farther away from the Malfoy home. Her heart was beating against her chest so hard it threatened to explode from her rib cage. Her mind was empty of all rational thought, her body only moved because her heart told her to.

Nearly ten minutes ago, Narcissa had been asking her strange questions, some concerning Snape. Had they shared a bed? Well, of course, but-Then Narcissa became angry. Harmony didn't understand, but then Narcissa told her she was pregnant. She only stared at the witch. Narcissa was familiar with the symptoms of being sick with a baby, and she had no doubt Harmony was going through the same thing.

Piece by piece, she began to understand. The shock hit her hard in the chest and the air left her lungs in a rush. Narcissa left the room in a furious frenzy before Harmony was initially over her shock, but as she sat in the room alone—holding her middle and gasping as though she had been punched in the stomach—her mind began to change. She realized that there really was no reason to be shocked at this news. Of course she was going to have a baby, it only made perfect sense. She was Voldemort's heir, follower, and companion. She was most likely the only woman alive to have these kinds of feelings reciprocated by the Dark Lord. Her hands had drifted over her stomach, imagining the new life growing into another existence, a human being made of her and made of him. Then she remembered with gut-wrenching horror that her baby's father was going to be killed tonight. Her child was going to be born and raised fatherless. Like Narcissa said earlier, family is everything to a person. Without them, a person is incomplete and a piece of who they are and where they come from is missing.

She felt a pain in her chest at the thought of Voldemort dying without knowing what miracle he was leaving behind.

It was that thought that made her jump out of bed and start packing. Her mind and all thoughts of logic left and her heart took control. Snape had their bags in the spare room and she snatched hers up, fitting her burn balm into one of the side pockets.

An idea had popped into her mind: she and Snape were going to use the tournament money to buy Polyjuice potion ingredients. In order to sneak into Menkar, she would most definitely need to change her appearance. She found the bag of galleons in the desk drawer and slipped it in her sack.

Tip-toeing down the stairs, she hoped no one would come out of the living room and see her. If Snape knew what she was doing, he would surely try to stop her and convince her that the mission was suicide. Of course he was right, but her mind didn't think about that. What she was doing was crazy, but for the sake of her baby she was suddenly willing to risk everything.

Escaping the Malfoy home through the front door wasn't an option because she would have to walk right past the living room, where Snape and the Malfoy's were. There was a back door by the kitchen and that was her best choice. On her way out, she spotted the Daily Propheton the table, forgotten by Draco after she had gotten sick on his suit. Directions on how to go to Menkar had to be in there. She snatched up the newspaper and grabbed one of Narcissa's scarves on a cloak stand, winding the green fabric around the bottom half of her face. Without any thought or hesitation, she left the Malfoy home and started her incredible undertaking.

Harmony didn't completely comprehend that she was planning on escaping Voldemort from Menkar wizard asylum until she was sprinting out in the morning air. The breeze lifted the fog from her mind and the very idea made shivers rack down her arms and legs. But the desire to have her child's father in safety's arms still resided. Was this desire selfish? Absolutely. She wasn't even sure if sneaking into Menkar would be possible; the asylum had to be covered with officials and with her being the world's most wanted criminal, sneaking in was going to be no easy feat. She needed to take this in steps.