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Previously:

With Harry:
“Voldemort!” I yell. It is time to finish this blasted war. “Voldemort! Come face me, you coward!” The snake faced bastard turns around and smirks. “Harry… so this is where it will end?”

With Draco:
What? I can’t be… I’m pregnant. I don’t know what to feel, what to do. The blue light tells me it is a boy, and I desperately hope that his father will return safely to us. I feel tears well up in my eyes again. Merlin, please let harry return safely to me… to us… please.
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I’m just a soldier on a field. Fighting for you, fighting for me. Fighting Voldemort the last time drained me, but I know when I meet him the next time I will win. This can’t go on much longer. You can see it in all our faces, you can even feel it. We are tired of fighting, not getting to see our lover’s faces. Getting to hold you in my arms two months ago was bliss. But to have to leave again was torture. I wonder if you have written to me, if you have your letters have not reached me. I miss you so desperately. I have a picture of you in my breast pocket. Your hair is tussled and your eyes are sleepy. I carry it with me, everywhere I go.
Suddenly I hear the alarm. Damn! We are under attack.
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My hands are dirty with the soil I’ve been digging in. I look up at the sun and cloudy sky. I don’t know what to do. You haven’t written back to me, are you angry? My eyes fill with tears, like they have done many times before. I won’t give my baby boy up; he is our child, my child. My stomach has started showing already, and I only have five months left of my pregnancy. * “My baby boy, what shall I do?” I stroke my stomach as I sing a lullaby. No one but my healer knows I’m pregnant, and I want to keep it that way until I hear from you again. When are you coming home? Will you return to me alive? Please, what I would give to have you here tonight. I start singing, as much for me and my baby boy as I sing for you.

“They didn't have you where I come from
Never knew the best was yet to come
Life began when I saw your face
And I hear your laugh like a serenade

How long do you want to be loved
Is forever enough, is forever enough
How long do you want to be loved
Is forever enough
Cause I'm never, never giving you up

I slip in bed when you're asleep
To hold you close and feel your breath on me
Tomorrow there'll be so much to do
So tonight I'll drift in a dream with you

How long do you want to be loved
Is forever enough, is forever enough
How long do you want to be loved
Is forever enough
Cause I'm never, never giving you up

As you wander through this troubled world
In search of all things beautiful
You can close your eyes when you're miles away
And hear my voice like a serenade

How long do you want to be loved
Is forever enough, is forever enough
How long do you want to be loved
Is forever enough
Cause I'm never, never giving you up

How long do you want to be loved
Is forever enough, is forever enough
How long do you want to be loved
Is forever enough
Cause I'm never, never giving you up
Is forever enough
Cause I'm never, never giving you up”

I open my eyes. You are my baby boy, and I won’t ever give you up. “Please return to me soon, Harry. We need you.” I whisper before starting on my way inside to clean my hands and make dinner.
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Once again I have fought in a battle, this time we won. Although in a war neither side ever wins… I sit here watching the other soldiers celebrating. They are joyful, yet at the same time they morn those who have fallen. Why have I not yet received a letter from you, baby? It has been four months now. Has something happened? “Sir?” Before me stands a soldier, Martin. “Yes, what is it?” The men don’t usually approach me this late in the evening. “I wondered if you would like to join us by the fire? Jones is going to tell us ghost stories, and he tells the best. It will be fun.” Ghost stories? Why do they tell each other ghost stories when the world outside is filled with enough horrors? But then again, it may help me forget, if only for a moment, that I’m not home with my arms around Draco. “I think I shall, Martin.”
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My garden is overflowing with flowers and herbs. It is a beautiful place. Do you have such beauty where you are now, Harry? It has been a month since I last sent you a letter; I think I have to write you another tonight. My baby boy is growing, and today I felt him kick. I was so shocked that I dropped the freshly made sweet rolls onto the floor. I want my husband to be home. I desperately want to share this experience with him. It’s only two months left until I get to hold my baby boy in my arms…
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Once again I stand here facing snake face, but this time I will not let him apparate away. “Well, well Potter. Do you feel like dying today?” Snake face tries to taunt me, but I refuse to let him. “If you just want to stand there don’t let me stop you.” I am determined to stop this war once and for all. I gather my power between my hands and send a piercing green ball towards Voldemort. Just to finish it off, I send a bullet right behind the ball. Then I pray.

The blast knocks me out, but I know Voldemort is dead. “Baby, I’m coming home.”



*Male pregnancies only last seven months in my story. If it could only be so in the real world, with female pregnancies.

Inspired by Live’s song Home and Dixie Chicks’ Lullaby.