Faith stood in her room facing herself in a mirror, fighting the tears back. She took a deep breath and managed to calm herself down. Most of all, she wanted to scream but she didn’t. She closed her eyes and sank back on the bed behind her. Here, she laid her head on the pillow, opened her eyes and studied a crack in the greyish ceiling.
What could she possibly do? She couldn’t tell him. It had been so beautiful. So unexpected. She had never imagined him being so careful. He had been with her exactly where she was lying now, promising to make up for their fight. She had been angry with him all day, and he had threatened her. Oh, she had been so scared, and then he suddenly changed.
Faith thought about it with a smile on her face. Then it disappeared. She knew his temper and knew she could never tell him what it had all lead to. She knew he would kill her if he heard. She knew that he would never accept the fact. She was pregnant. And he was the father.
At she thought the word father she winced. He would probably never be a father for her child. He would probably not even let it live. He would probably hate Faith for carrying it. Probably, probably, probably. In all this, of one thing she was absolutely certain: He would not love it.
She sat up and thought of her options. They were quite simple. She could have an abortion and pretend it had never happened, she could tell him about her pregnancy and hope he would be merciful or she could hide the pregnancy and hide the child. She chose the last one. But she had no idea how she would do it.
“You seem worried,” he said and took her face between his hands, making her look at him.
“Oh? It’s nothing,” she answered, trying to smile like she always did.
“You sure? I don’t think I have ever seen you without that smile of yours,” he said and his mouth twisted in the smile she had learned to love so much. She followed his lips with her finger, and his smile grew wider at her touch.
“I’m sure. Don’t think about it, I’m just tired,” she answered. He didn’t seem to believe her, and she added in a sour tone: “If you don’t believe me, you know how to find the truth for yourself.”
“I do. But I hate using it on you.”
“Why? I mean, you do whatever you want! I know you have killed, and I know you will do it again. I know you use your Death Eaters, and I know they have no other choice than doing your bidding. Why don’t you even want to look into my mind?”
“Because you mean so much more to me than anybody else. I thought I was completely free of the feeling love, but obviously I was wrong. As for my Death Eaters…” he paused, obviously thinking about what he should say, “…they are no more than my servants.”
“And you still don’t want to make me a Death Eater because you are afraid of me seeing whatever you do and turning away from you?”
He just smiled and said nothing. Then his face became serious again, and he started walking. She followed quickly, trying to keep up with him down the road. They were in a little town in the south of England; a place lord Voldemort liked summoning his Death Eaters to. The cemetery in the outskirts of the town was almost always empty, and with the old, huge tomb stones, the chance to be seen was not big.
As they walked, Faith watched his face. His red eyes had a hungry look, and his strides were long and quick. He kept his hand in his pocket, clutching his wand. Faith walked as fast as she could, and he didn’t seem to notice her difficulty. After about five minutes she slowed down, clutching her stomach as if she was in pain. He stopped almost immediately and looked at her.
“What…?”
“Oh, it’s nothing. Don’t worry. You’re just walking a little too fast for me,” she said with a little forced laughter.
“Sorry,” he said, but not like he meant it. “I’m just in a hurry, that’s all.”
“Why?”
“Nothing for your ears. Now come on, weren’t you supposed to help Tanya with the making of the veritaserum?”
“Yeah that’s true,” she said hesitantly. They started walking again, and this time he slowed down so she could keep up without effort. When they came to the cemetery, they parted. Lord Voldemort whirled around and disapparated. She didn’t know where he was going, but didn’t have time to think about it. She found Tanya sitting on a tomb stone, and they went to start the potion making. By the time they were finished for the day, lord Voldemort had come and went, and now Faith had no idea what he was up to. She never knew.
The months went by, and Faith faced problems hiding her pregnancy. First of all, the obvious size of her belly. She managed to hide it with robes that hung loosely on her body, making her look a lot thinner. Her morning sickness was no problem, as she lived on her own with no chance of any visitors at that time. The nausea was nevertheless a problem when it came over her in the middle of the day when she was working. More than once, she had to run away from the others with her hands over her mouth. It had lead to many questions, all of which she had laughed away, saying she was simply a little ill. Nothing to worry about.
Nobody ever worried about Faith. She would do anything they asked, feeling well or not. She always had laughter in her eyes and a smile on her face. The elder wizards thought she was childish and unworthy to even help them, but especially the female Death Eaters liked her. And this time, there was no difference to her apart from the seriousness in her eyes. But no one thought about it, as it was a difficult time for everybody. Lord Voldemort was impatient and angry because he had so little luck with finding the Greys. His Death Eaters did their best to stay away from him, and Faith had no choice but to follow their example. She knew he loved her, but that fact was always to be a secret.
During the last two months of her pregnancy, she had some trouble doing everything she was asked. For this reason, she volunteered to take care of all the potion-work and everything she could do sitting or standing. Luckily, nobody had anything against this and she made sure to never mention any reason. As long as her pregnancy was a secret, everything would be fine. At least that was what she told herself.
When something needs to be hidden, it's a good thing to be trusted by the one you're hiding it from... Wonder how this'll go, huh?
What do you think? This story won't be much longer than More than a Death Eater, but I hope you'll like it! Please leave a review for me! =D
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