"You might as well kill me. I'll never talk." Phoebe held her ground. She might have been beaten, and physically broken, but they would never been able to break her completely. One thing this life had taught her, she could endure.

"You thought you could get away?" Phoebe smiled, it was clear Voldemort wanted to toy with her. He was angry, she had gotten the one over on him. Vivian and the unborn child was gone, that was the important part. She had wanted the older one to go as well, but there wasn't much hope for him. He could have went with, but deep down Phoebe knew this little one was already lost. He was never supposed to be born.

"Maybe, maybe not. Vivian is gone, that's what is important." Phoebe could feel the tightening of the chains. The dark lord had a hard time containing his anger. He had little patience for those who tried to mock him.

"Demetrius." The toddler playing across the room, had his father's attention.

"Killing me won't save him, or find Vivian any sooner." Voldemort smirked.

"Say good bye to your grandmother." Guilt riddled Phoebe's final moments.

"Buh-bye."

"Time to meet your husband," Phoebe closed her eyes awaiting the curse, "Avada Kerdavra!"

"Oh my god, shut the hell up!" Viv wanted to pull her ever loving hair out. Her baby was driving her nuts. She tried rocking him, changing him, feeding him, just about everything she could think of. "Come on Adrian, mommy would like you to shut up."

She couldn't believe that she had brought him home with her. This redheaded wench at the hospital had guilt tripped her into not giving her baby up. She could almost hear her words in her head, a boy should have his mother. She should have known seeing the desperation on their faces as well, they didn't want him either. She loved her son, but she couldn't stand his screaming. Between the screaming and looking at him made Viv feel empty inside. Shouldn't she feel joy looking at her baby, at someone she had created? Maybe it was the fact she was all alone, no family to speak of, for her or her son. When she stared down at her son, she would swell with pride, but at the same time bite back a sadness. Was that normal? She must be crazy? The doctors had already figured so, they had forced her to pick up a prescription of pills, to help cope with the post-partum depression. But what she was feeling was more than that, it wasn't something she could explain, only she could only feel it down in her core. Something wasn't right, she wasn't meant to be here.

9/3/16 There is a sequel, What She Doesn't Know, Will Actually Hurt Her. It is completed and I will be posting more follow up oneshots to that series.