Both of Us

Pansy set scanned over the Daily Prophet every so often glancing at the floor. Erienne was sleeping on the enlarged pillow Pansy placed on the floor. The now 7 month old girl was known to fall asleep among her toys and in her toy chests at random times. Pansy always had a pillow ready for her to collapse on.



She looked down at her sleeping daughter and smiled. Her black hair was falling about her shoulders in thin strands held to the side by a ivory clip. She had on a dark green dress and her bare feet were falling off the edge of the pillow.



Her life with Ron was everything she dreamed of. She had a devoted husband and together they raised their daughter in the country. Pansy never heard about the man who raped her and while it would have been nice to see justice done, he was never found again.



Even his business contacts reported that he had withdrawn from any ventures and practically disappeared. She didn’t want to go hunting for him and decided the best thing to do would be just to focus on her family.



Ron was as caring and gentle and always gave her what she needed. She had admitted to loving him not to long after her marriage. It was hard not to love him. He had taken a scared girl hiding in his bam and given her a life to be proud of. He had given her a family and she loved more then anything to care for that family.



KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!



She looked at her still sleeping daughter and rose to the door. When she opened it her blood went cold. The color drained from her face. “Mother?” She managed to get out.



“Hello Pansy.” She said, dressed elegantly as always. “I am not here to cause problems, I was just hoping we might talk.”



She gave the elf a look and the creature vanished immediately. Pansy stepped aside and let her mother enter. She still hadn’t said anything, just looked at the woman in front of her.



“Mrs. Parkinson.” Ron greeted as he come in from the infirmary entrance. “I trust you are doing well.” He said as Pansy slid beside him.



“I am thank you.” She told him. Silence fell for a moment and Ron could feel the tension in the air. “Well what can we do for you?” He asked.



“I came to bring you these.” She said, holding out envelope and a small box.”



“From you and father I suppose.” Pansy said, taking them.



“No, I’m afraid not.” She said, looking sad for a moment. “I brought these myself, they are from me and me alone.”



Pansy opened the envelope and found a Gringotts draft. “This is a very generous gift.” Ron told her when he saw the amount.



“I must saw I had an idea in mind for it, that is if you would be inclined. I was hoping you might buy her a nice dress and have her photo taken. A professional photo session maybe. I know you are close to Mr. Colin Creevey.



“Yes,” Ron said, “I have spoken to him already about a photo for her first birthday.”



“Well then, I suppose you can find another use for it.” She glanced around and her eyes fell on a set of feet on the floor behind an armchair.



“Come over here, you can see her better from here.” Ron told her holding out an arm.



Pansy stayed still as she watched her mother moved around the chair and knelt down on her haunches. She looked at the sleeping girls and brought her fist to her lips. She failed to hold back tears and eventually stood to her height again.



She looked over at her daughter. “She looks just like you.” Pansy felt her own tears welling up but she had more control with them. Her mother looked down again. “I have seen that face many times.”



Her mother faced her and stopped trying to hold tears, letting them fall free. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. I know that having to look at the result of a rape would have driven me insane. I didn’t want you to go through that. Your father was honest when he spoke of bloodlines, he hated the thought, but me…..no, I was concerned for you and only you. I didn’t want you to have to deal with that. It was the wrong decision, and I am so sorry.”



Pansy reached out and accepted her mothers embrace. She let out her tears and for several moments Pansy just held her crying mother. She let out a few of her own and when she finally pulled apart, she looked at her mother. He eyes were red but she was smiling. She smiled back and together they knew things would be much better from here on out.



She looked to her husband who was holding a now fully awake Eirenne. “Would you like to hold her?” She asked her mother.



“Yes, please.” She held out her hands to the little girl and waited just a moment before the girl stretched out her little arms. “Hello love. Aren’t you a darling.” The girl gave her a blank stare.



Mrs. Parkinson stayed a few moments and then left. “What’s that?” He asked, gesturing to the box.



“I forgot about this one.” Pansy said opening the box. She looked inside then broke out in tears. Ron held her with his other arm, and Pansy continued to cry as a little arm came around her neck. She let out her emotions as her husband and daughter held her.



“It’s a Parkinson pendant. All the women in our family have a necklace with the pendant on it.’ Pansy explained.



“She’s a Parkinson, at lease in your mothers eyes.” Ron said, glad that Pansy had some form of parent that supported her decision.



The end