Not that she could fault the care the Weasleys had given her, but it wasn’t the same as having her husband around.
And today… everything had just felt off somehow. She was restless. Every time she tried to sit down at one pursuit or another she couldn’t concentrate for more than five minutes at a time. Molly had sent her out of the kitchen, saying that the younger woman’s pacing was likely to drive her up the wall. A rather hard thing to accomplish considering the number of boys she normally had at home.
“Morgan dear,” Molly stepped into the library, “it’ll likely be just the two of us for dinner tonight. Arthur sent word, there’s going to be some sort of raid tonight. The rest of the Order members will be occupied elsewhere.”
“Molly, would it be alright if I stepped outside for some air? Five minutes is all I need. I’ve just felt so trapped this last week. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”
Molly looked uncertain, “I’m not sure if that’s a wise idea.” However, she did understand how trying the last months of pregnancy could be. Within a few minutes she had Morgan wrapped in a warm cloak, the April air was still rather chilly, and had left orders that she be back in no more than five minutes.
As soon as she was clear of headquarters Morgan disapparated. She was a bit nervous about doing so while so pregnant, but she was desperate. She just knew that Severus was in danger.
She had expected that she would end up in the middle of crossfire. She knew Severus was there, but with his work as a spy she didn’t even know which side he was fighting on. She didn’t know from which side the curse that hit her came from. She was barely able to register the searing pain before someone dragged her out of the way.
She passed out after that, and it was several hours before she was aware of anything else.
It was more pain that finally woke her up. She knew what that feeling was. “Nooo…” She opened her eyes. She was back in her bed at Grimwauld place. She rested a hand on her distended stomach. It was too early, if her baby was born now it probably wouldn’t survive.
She looked up to see her husband conversing with Molly and Poppy. When they realized she was awake they halted their conversation.
“I’m so sorry my dear,” Poppy took Morgan’s hand in hers. “I did everything I could.” Her heart broke at Morgan’s look of confusion, “you are in labor, but the child died several minutes ago.”
Morgan wasn’t sure if she could remember how to breathe. She looked up to her husband for comfort. She was met with the coldest, hardest set of eyes she had ever seen.
“How many times have I told you not to leave this house?” he asked her in a deadly whisper. “You went somewhere you shouldn’t have. You nearly compromised my position as a spy. And you killed our child.”
“Severus, I…”
“Her blood is on your hands!”
And then he left.
Morgan only vaguely remembered the rest of that awful night. Reluctantly, Poppy let Morgan hold her daughter. “Make sure she’s given a proper burial,” Morgan whispered, “her name is Mercy.” The name was her wish that someone would bestow mercy on her for what she had done.
Severus wouldn’t speak to her. As soon as she was able to get out of bed, Morgan slipped by Molly and out the door. She held Viviane to her tightly, “I love you so much. That’s why I have to leave you here. I can’t provide for myself, let alone you. Your father will take care of you.” Fighting back tears for the daughter she left behind, and the daughter who was now buried on a small hill outside of Hogsmeade she left, and didn’t look back.