The Parent Trap
Title: The Parent Trap
Author: Jinni (firstname.lastname@example.org)
Disclaimer: All things BtVS belong to Joss Whedon, et al. All things HP belong to JK Rowling, et al. The plot of 'The Parent Trap' belongs to, I believe, Disney.
Distribution: The normal places.
Author's Note: Started in honor of Desi's birthday. Answer to my own 'Parent Trap' challenge.
It was over.
After two wonderful years of living together in marital bliss, their relationship was finished. And this time there was no fixing it. All the crying in the world wouldn't stop the ache she felt in her heart or the despair she harbored over this part of her life ending. Her things were packed away in trunks that could be shrunked when she was ready to leave. The house he had purchased for her as a wedding present was empty and on the market. As a gift it was one of the few things he couldn't take from her.
Willow sniffled, wiping her nose with a tissue. Giles would be here soon. Good old Giles. Ready to whisk her away, back to Sunnydale. Back to her friends and the only family she had left outside of --
Her eyes darted frantically to the stroller already next to the door, her almost one year old daughter sleeping within it, without a care in the world. If she knew that her entire life had just been thrown upside down she didn't show a single sign of it. She slept on as if everything was still right. As if nothing had changed when, really, it was -everything- that had changed.
The red head looked over at the door that had opened as she watched her child sleep, a sad smile coming to her lips. "Hey, Giles."
"I am so sorry to hear --"
She cut him off with a wave of her hand, biting her lip to keep from crying again. It just wouldn't do to keep bawling her eyes out every time someone mentioned what had happened. Because mention it they would. Xander didn't know yet. Nor did Buffy. All they knew was that she was coming home for a 'visit'. They didn't have the slightest clue that the visit was permanent.
"It will be alright." He whispered firmly, pulling her into his arms. She cried silently, tears flowing over her cheeks as agony continued to dig into her heart. This is what it felt like to have the love of her life leave. This is what it felt like to be told in no unconditional terms that your marriage was 'over'.
It hurt so bad.
"Shh." Giles sighed into her hair, stroking her back absently. "He was never good enough for you, child."
She snorted, raising her head to blink red-rimmed eyes at him. "Funny, he thought he was more than good enough. Too good, even."
"Yes, well," the man that had been a surrogate father to her for many years shrugged. "Malfoy had an over-inflated view of himself."
A ghost of a smile touched her lips. He had, at that. No one could ever say that her now ex-husband had suffered in the department of self-worth. He had been the most arrogant, self-important man that she ever had the 'pleasure' to meet.
Yet, she had loved him. Heart and soul she had given him, only to have it thrown back in her face two weeks ago.
She pulled back from Giles, wiping absently at his shirt. Little wet spots dotted where her cheek had been, evidence of the tears she had cried.
"I see that you've already gotten Riana ready." He nodded towards the stroller. "Is Elizabeth still upstairs?"
Willow felt her breath catch in her throat. She hadn't told him yet. Oh, Goddess. "Giles. . .There was a clause in our marriage contract. . . I didn't even realize. . ."
The former Watcher's forehead crinkled in confusion. "I don't understand, Willow. Where's Elizabeth?"
The red head sniffled, eyes once again filling with tears. "The contract stated that what we had together was a fifty-fifty thing, Giles. . ."
She turned away, pain still fresh in her mind of the last time she had seen her other daughter. Elizabeth, identical twin to Riana. Fifty-fifty. It was absurd. Even if she had seen that part of the marriage contract she would have assumed it had to do with property.
Not once had she thought to assume that children were considered property. But, they were. At least, in the wizarding world they were. And that's where things mattered when breaking a marriage contract forged with magic.
"Draco has Elizabeth." He said it in a whisper, but she had known him long enough to see the pain beneath the words. The babies were like his own grandchildren and now one of them was gone. Forever. Unless Draco willed it she would never again see the younger of her twin daughters. And she doubted, given the way he had left, that he would ever allow for such a thing.
"Yeah." Willow whispered in confirmation, heart breaking anew as she repeated the awful truth. "Draco has Elizabeth."