When We Were Young.

It was just like a movie

It was just like a song

August 20th 1998

This wasn't how she had wanted this. She hadn't wanted to do this alone, she wanted Gregory here with her. She sat in the bay window of her room and looked outside, her hand rubbing her stomach slowly. Her daughter was due in early November and Donna was scared, even if she knew that what she was doing was the right thing. She knew that she could not ruin Greg's life like that. Even if she didn't want to be alone. Even if she didn't want her mother to raise their daughter. She had been convinced that she would give her up, but as the date grew near,  Donna knew that that probably wasn't going to happen, she knew that the child within her was much to close to her heart to go without. Her mother had announced a pregnancy to be safe and her daughter would be brought home as a sister. 

She couldn't tell him, she couldn't ruin his life, but she couldn't help but think of those nights. Of the passion, of the feelings that she was trying so hard to bury so far down within her. She was being taught fashion and design by a tutor. Everyone thought that she was in school and it was close enough honestly. There were many things that the eighteen year old would regret, but this would never be one of them. She was a constant reminder of the things that Donna wanted and could not have. She had to keep herself from ruining herself.  From ruining him. This was a secret and she would stay that way. Maybe some day she would tell her, maybe some day she would tell her baby girl about the love that Donna had felt for her father. Maybe some day she would say how very say sorry she was. Or maybe she would take it to her grave. 

The forceful kick of the child brought a smile to her lips and Donna looked at the unopened letter that lay on her desk from Greg. She had no idea what it said and she wasn't sure that she wanted to open the letter. He would want to know what was going on, and she wasn't sure she could tell him anything. Her last letter had been aloof and unlike her, and she knew that. He needed to move on with his life though. He needed to be the man that his father said he would be. The man that her father said that he could be. Their baby would not be something that stopped him. Love wasn't an option for them, they were purebloods; their blood ran cold as ice and now that the Dark Lord had fallen, everything was changing again. She couldn't let that change anything. It was better this way, even if it felt like her world was ending.