Who: Ivonna Montgomery, NPC Mediwitch, Open to Fred Weasley & Emilia Montgomery When: Sunday, April 1st Where: St. Mungo's, Spell Damage Ward What: Devastating News Rating: Medium Warnings: Miscarriage
The fury Ivy felt on Saturday morning hadn't gotten any better. She was angry with Malfoy for causing this level of destruction, she was angry with her team for not being prepared, she was angry with herself for not preparing them in the first place. Ivy was fucking livid. And she was even angrier that, once again, she was in a bed at Mungo's. Part of being an Auror was taking spells and hexes, putting yourself in the line of fire to protect those less able. And Ivy never shied away from jumping into the fray.
The hex Warrington had sent at her had been fucking powerful. It hit her lower abdomen, burning from within. Even a day later, Ivy was struggling with the pain. She'd seen Fred, but for some reason Ivy was in her own private room. She suspected Emy had something to do with that. Ivy looked up when a mediwitch entered the room with her next round of potions. She tossed the younger witch a glare and went back to flipping through her journal.
"How are you today, love," the witch said as she buzzed around the room. Ivy ignored her as she fluttered about, trying to ignore her annoying little voice.
".. just as soon as you're better," the witch said and patted Ivy's shoulder.
Rolling her eyes, Ivy flipped the page. But then, the woman's words seemed to replay in her mind, echoing from down a long hallway. "Wait, what did you say," Ivy asked and put her journal down. "What you just said, say it again," she demanded.
With a sympathetic smile Ivy wanted to blast off her face, the mediwitch repeated herself. "I said don't worry, love. You'll be able to have another baby just as soon as you're better." The words hung in the air, heavy and horrible. Ivy couldn't speak. She simply stared, letting the meaning behind the words slowly become Ivy's reality.
"A-- a baby? I was pregnant? Are you saying I was pregnant?!" Ivy's hands moved to her stomach, wrapped in gauze under the gown she wore. No, that wasn't possible. She was always careful. A sweeping sense of loss hit Ivy hard and she felt her eyes fill with angry, hot tears. She'd lost a baby. Ivy had sacrificed a child because of her job. It was her fault.
A deep, raw, primal scream burst forward from Ivy's lungs, filling her private room. She screamed as her throat burned. She screamed for Max, for the life he'd stolen from her. She screamed for Fred, the family she'd just cost him. She screamed for her child, an unknown gift that she'd thrown away. Ivy screamed for the lives she'd taken, the people she'd hurt and the years of blood, pain, and death that surrounded her. The other witch had run off in fear as Ivy screamed. Her screams faded into broken, hot sobs, left alone in her room with her pain.