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Pansy sat in Evans hospital room. How did this happen? She whispered to herself running her hands through her hair. Evan was sick, and getting worse and there was nothing she could do to save him, and it killed her. Everything seemed to have all gone wrong in such a short amount of time. Draco knew everything, it was bittersweet but it was out. Pansy Parkinson was alive, and she had a son, his son. Who was now sick, and getting worse by the moment. Pansy ran her hands through her hair, flashbacks from the past rushing through her head. Thoughts of Draco, of their childhood and of the day everything fell apart. Sixteen Years Ago, Malfoy Manor,Wiltshire, England Seven year old Draco Malfoy and Six year old Pansy Parkinson were playing down by the pond behind Malfoy Manor. "Im going to get you" Draco said chasing after here Pansy screamed as she ran "I dont want you to throw dirt at me" Her eyes were watery she hated getting dirty. She ran looking back at him once and then falling tripping down the hill. "Pansy!" Draco yelled and walked towards her but she didnt want him near her getting up walking over to the shore of the pond sitting there her arm was bleeding and she was crying. Draco sat down next to her looking at her arm "Pansy your bleeding!" "Duh!" she said sniffling. Draco grabbed her hand opening it putting the dirt in her hand "Here Pansy dont cry you can throw it at me I wont tell on you either" Pansy looked down at the dirt and dropped it in the pond laying her head down on Dracos shoulder hugging him before kissing his cheek.He then pushed her to the ground standing up "Ew Pansy thats gross" He then ran into Malfoy Manor. "Stupid Boys"
Pansy smiled slightly at the memory, remembering how Draco looked when he was a kid, exactly like Evan looked now. Her smile quickly faded as she thought about the day he--they were born. That was both the happiest and sadest day of her life. She was given a gift only to have it ripped away. Pansy looked down at her locket the same one Draco gave her when they were 16 the same one that held part of Paiges hospital bracelet. She opened it looking down at the little girls name. Losing another child wasn't an option. She couldn't go through that again. "Pansy?" the familiar said as Pansy looked into the doorway seeing the blonde woman what the hell was she doing here? how did she find her? "What--Mrs. Mal--Narcissa" she smiled as the woman cleared her throat she hated being called Mrs. Malfoy, especially by Pansy. "How are you feeling?" the woman said in a hushed tone Pansy knew something was wrong "Whats going on" Pansys heart began to race Narcissa was here that must mean Lucius was too "What did he do? Where are my babies?" she said getting up and Narcissa stopped her "Evan is sleeping in his crib but the other one the little girl didn't make it" She frowned now. "NO!" Pansy screamed her heart thudding she got up out of her bed and ran down the hall to the nursey seeing Paiges bed empty she fell to the floor the pain over coming her. She fell to the ground on her knees the pain over coming her. She was brought back to reality by the crying of a baby. She got up and saw it was Evan her little boy. She looked down at him tears still in her eyes. She picked him up and he immediately quit crying. She could of sworn she saw him smile and in that moment she was determined to keep him safe. No matter what. "I'm going to protect you, I promise" Pansy's brown eyes now had tears in them she looked from the locket to Evan. She failed him. She promised she would always protect him no matter what and she couldn't not anymore. Pansy looked down. One thought in her mind Pansy Parkinson, you failure. | | |
|    You: Full: Pansy Penelope Parkinson Nicknames: Pans Orientation: Straight Age: 21 Birthday: December 19 Height: 5'3" Hair: Black Eyes: Brown Complexion: fair Build: slim-slender Defining Marks: smile Behavior: Favorite Sport: None Occupation:coming soon Manner of Speech: English Extrovert/Introvert: Extrovert Phobias/Fears: Spiders Mental Health: Excellent Goals/Dreams: Perfection. Quirks/Habits: She tends to get worked up over little things Hobbies: Wizard Fashions. Writing. First Impression: Intimidating Relationships: Boyfriend/Girlfriend: None Best Friend(s): Tracey Davis Friends: Blaise Zabini Enemies: Astoria Greengrass
Family: Father’s name: Charles Parkinson Father’s job: Ministry of Magic Mother’s name: Eleanor Parkinson Mother’s job: Stay at home wife. Have any siblings: Maxwell Parkinson, older brother Do you get along with them: Yes Any pets: Cat named Emerald Childhood home: Wiltshire
"Ow! Pansy that hurts" Blaise Zabini complained "Well if you would stand still then It wouldn't hurt" She said as she was fixing the hem of his jacket so that it fit him right. "Maybe if you wouldn't take so long--Ow that was one purpose" he complained looking down at her. She was smirking. "Well keep your big mouth shut, if you would have done like I told you and went and got it altered weeks ago we wouldn't be in this situation" Blaise smirked "I'm not going to pay some loony to fix my tux when my best friend is the most successful designer in London" Hearing that pleased Pansy, not because she was conceited but because she had worked hard to get where she was in the fashion industry and she had finally reached the top, nothing could please her more. From the day Pansy had graduated from Hogwarts she didn't rest, she refused not until she was everything she had hoped to be. The three years that followed her Hogwarts graduation were the hardest of her life, from failing to nearly losing her father, she had to deal with a lot, but she never gave up. She wasn't the same horrible girl that she took so much pride in being back in hogwarts, yes she was a still a bitch, that is who she was that would never change not for anything, but she wasn't as horrible anymore well not usually, she didn't see it as a good or bad thing, she saw it as growing up. Everyone had to do it sooner or later. It had been months or even years since she had spoken to most of her friends from Hogwarts, with a few exceptions in the form of Tracey Davis and Blaise Zabini. Tracey was like a sister to her and Blaise, although at times was rather annoying, was like an older brother, who killed people. Other then that she had lost contact with nearly everyone. Although, this bothered her, there was never really anything she could do about it, she knew she wouldn't be friends with them forever and she knew it was mostly her fault none of them spoke, it was something she figured she could fix after she finally got to where she wanted to be in life, and thats exactly where she was now. | | |
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