Bad Romance

Evil

I told myself I wasn't going to update again tonight, but there's a climax coming in the story and I'm too impatient because I really want you guys to read it so I can read your comments and giggle and also get feedback.

So nonetheless, enjoy!

-From your POV-

I woke up in my bed around noon and was welcomed with a bunch of flowers and balloons and cards wishing me well; even the Weasley twins and Pansy managed to send a card for me and a bear for the baby. When the nurse came in to check on me, she smiled at me. "How are you feeling?" she asked as she began taking out her stethoscope.

"I'm still quite tired, but overall, I feel.... calm." I say. She smiles at my response.

"I'm glad to hear that. When you're feeling up to it, I have the birth certificate for you to sign and then if you're feeling well enough I can get you a menu and they can bring you some food."

"Yes, that would be lovely. Thank you." I tell her and she nods, leaving the room and returning with the birth certificate and a pen.

"I'll be right back with that menu." she says before leaving again. I look down at the paper and begin looking it over.

Violet Yvette Sorcier

Born March 31st.

4Lbs, 6 oz.

Violet Yvette Sorcier. I like it. I smiled at the name Tom gave her as I sign the line.

The nurse had brought me the menu and I ordered food and ate slowly as I read through the cards people had sent me. I smiled as I read through many wishes of well being and people asking me to call or write them as soon as I got out of hospital so they could come see Violet.

When the nurse walked back in the room to take my tray away, I asked her the question. "So when will I be able to see her?" I ask. She checks her clipboard before responding.

"Well, her vitals and results are all coming in steady along with yours, so as soon as I take this out of here I can have someone bring her in and you can hold her for the first time if you'd like." she offers. I nod profusely.

"Yes, please."

She left and a few minutes later, another nurse came in cradling an extremely tiny sleeping baby. I felt my smile grow as she placed her in my arms.

I had no idea how long I was holding her, all I know is I spent that time examining every little feature of her face; the way her nose was tiny and tinged pink, the way her little peaked lips sat pursed together, the way her eyelashes seemed oddly long, and the way she had a full head of dark brunette- nearly black- hair and eyebrows. Just like Tom. I smiled down at her as I began picking out other features of her that resembled Tom. Over the past months, I was too scared to ever get a paternity test and then at one point, I decided that biologically or not, Tom is the father of the child; he was going to be the one to help me raise it and who I was ultimately going to spend the majority of my life with. He didn't need to donate 23 chromosomes to her to love her and be her father; DNA doesn't make a family. But now seeing just how much she resembles him feels relieving. The way that I can already visualize how she's going to look as she grows up and be a striking image of Tom assures me there's no way he's not the father.

None at all.

I just continue smiling at her until the nurse told me it was time for her to go be changed, swaddled, and monitored again. I kissed her little forehead lightly and handed her off before falling asleep on my own.

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I had been at home for about a week now; Violet and I were both in the hospital for a week so being home felt very refreshing.

I found out that in the time I was busy being pregnant and not partaking in any of Tom's dark magic that Pansy actually joined the Legion; she became a Death-eater and ranked highly among them because Tom knew how loyal and close she was to me.

I had just finished putting Violet in her crib and was now checking on my stitches from the C-section in the bathroom when I heard a knock at the front door. I left the bathroom and answered the door. It was a florist delivery of white roses. I looked in confusion as I took them off the deliverer's hands and he left back to his van.

My fingers fiddled around for awhile before I found the card and read it, sending a shiver down my spine.

Wishing all the best; congratulations on bringing life into the world.

~ The Malfoy's

Why in the hell were the Malfoy's sending me flowers after the fallout I had with their son?? I just shrugged and set the flowers down on the kitchen counter. Tom was conducting one of his typical conferences in the conference room, so I just went back to the bathroom to continue checking up on my stitches.

Later that night, I had spoken to Fred on the phone and found out that his sister Ginny had a baby a month before me with Harry Potter; apparently they got married young when they first found out she was pregnant and then had baby Potter. It was a boy and they named him Albus, after Dumbledore. A bit weird if you ask me, but to each their own I suppose.

I was in the kitchen, drying off clean drinking glasses when a disheveled Tom entered the room. He seemed very upset and didn't seem too keen on talking to me. My eyebrows shrugged in confusion. "What's wrong, love?" I ask him. He turns to me and my heart jumped a little as I notice his entire neck has turned a pasty shade of white, small blue veins trickling through the surface. His fingers look different as well; they're not only pale, but long and bony, and quite frightening to be honest. "Tom, what happened?!" he walks over to me, still angry, but calms down enough to pull his hand up to my cheek and cup it.

"You said you'd always love me, correct?" he asks seriously and I nod. "Then just know, everything I do is so that Violet grows in a world where she knows no such struggle or impurity." he says gravely.

"Love, what's going on?" I ask, slightly scared. He just rubs my cheek with his thumb as his dark eyes burn right through me.

"Change, is going on my dear." he begins as he walks away, turning his back to me, but speaking confidently. "History will be kind to me, for I intend to rewrite it." he says. He spins around and faces me. "There are two kinds of evil, my dear. One is evil that exists and acts for its own sake. The other is a disease that thinks it is the cure." he says as he folds his hand behind his back and stands in the doorway of his conference room. "Do you understand that, my dear?" My legs feel frozen in place and my mouth is so dry, I can't even speak. I swallow hard to say something.

"Most of the evil in this world is done by people with good intentions." I say, gaining a smile from him.

"I'm glad to know that you do, understand." he starts off. One of his Death-eaters hold open the conference doors for him and he turns, but before he heads in, he looks at me one last time.

"Ginny and Harry Potter are dead; but the child, he is the boy who lived."