I look up at Rebecca, and I see Dora do the same. Rebecca looks horrified. “Right now, the Minister of Magic doesn’t want to acknowledge he’s back, because that would mean terror like we haven’t seen in fifteen years. I work as an Auror, to catch the bad guys. We will defeat him.” Dora grips my hand tighter.
Rebecca looks at us. “Sorry if this sounds rude, but you two are together right?”
I smile, “Yeah.”
“I was just making sure. My daughter kept asking me all these things and that was one of them.” She smiles at us. “Why didn’t your cousin come with you?”
I laugh.“My cousin is an escaped high security prisoner. He can’t really leave the house.” This seems to terrify Rebecca. “He’s innocent,” she quickly adds. “Remus’ friends, Harry’s parents, went into hiding. He would never have been able to find them. However, they were betrayed. Everyone thought it was Sirius who had betrayed them and he went after another friend, to kill him for the betrayal. It was the other friend, Peter, who betrayed James and Lily. He faked his death, killing twelve Muggles in the process, and Sirius was carted off to Azkaban without a trial. I believed it for a while.” Tonks finishes.
“As did I. Then, about two years ago, he escaped and this time he did try to kill Peter, but Harry stopped him. Peter escaped and he is by his master’s side once more.”
“My daughter is going to be in this mess?” She looks around, frightened.
“Everyone already is. No one’s safe. Not even Muggles. Voldemort wants to destroy everyone not of magical blood. We aren’t sure how long this war is going to last,” I say, “However, students of Hogwarts are safe whilst they are there. It’s the safest place on earth. Dumbledore was the only person Voldemort ever feared.”
“No one really knows. Dumbledore taught Voldemort at school, before he became the monster he is today.” Dora had nearly finished her sandwich. I look at my barely touched one. I switch our plates. I don’t feel hungry at all and Dora seems to be starving. She gives me a look, but I shrug, and she starts eating.
“You people sound crazy, you know.” Rebecca says, after a small pause.
“We do, don’t we?” I ask. I smile at Rebecca, “It’s okay if you don’t believe us.”
“I believe you, I mean, we teleported here, didn’t we?” Then she asks us lighter questions, about Dora’s powers, what we did, and just the magical world in general. Soon, we realised we had been talking for three hours.
“My, I must go. Thank you both for meeting me.”
“Not a problem, Rebecca.”
We Apparate back to my flat, to sleep some more. Then Remus remembers something.
“We need to figure out what we did last night, Dora.”
“How, Remus. We don’t remember anything.” She flops back onto my bed without changing her clothes. “We probably didn’t even do anything.” She yawns.
“Are you sure?” I ask.
“Well, we were both too drunk to walk straight, we don’t remember what happened, and…well, that’s all I have.” She shrugs, “I’m tired.”
“Dora what if we did something, and didn’t use the charms.”
“We didn’t, Remus.”
“Dora, this is serious.”
“Fine,” she groans. She finds a pocket calendar she keeps here and looks at it. “Yep see, safe period,” she says, too quickly.
“Okay, so yesterday was the best day to conceive. So what? It doesn’t matter, because we didn’t do anything.” I sigh.
“Fine,” I say. She lies back down.
“C’mon, Remus. I can’t sleep without you, you know that.” I give in and lie down. “What’s done is done, there’s no taking it back.” She falls asleep rather quickly. I however, find it harder. I place my hand on her stomach. I hope I haven’t destroyed her life. I watch her sleep, she’s so peaceful. What if I have created a monster inside of her? All just to prove how much I can drink. I’m an idiot. I’ll never touch a drop again, no matter if she isn’t pregnant. I can’t lie here anymore. I get up and walk into the kitchen and make some tea. I’m quiet, so as to not wake her up. I put a silencing charm on the tea pot. Soon, the tea is finished and I sit at the table drinking it.
It’s not long after, Dora comes in. “Why’d you get up?”
“Couldn’t sleep,” I say. “Want some tea?”
“Remus, I’m not pregnant. We didn’t do anything.”
“How can you be sure, Dora?” She sighs.
“How about this, I don’t care. If I’m pregnant, I’m pregnant and there isn’t much that can be done about it. If I’m not, I’m not.”
“But you were so hungry, Dora.” She laughs.
“Remus, I drank like a third of a bottle of Dwarven ale last night, and we skipped breakfast. I have a right to be hungry. It wouldn’t happen that fast anyway. I would be normal, and then start to get moody and stuff. Then other things, that I never really paid attention to.” She laughs again. “I was just really hungry.”
I just take another sip of my tea and look at the table. “Hey,” she says softly, “If you’re that worried about it, I’ll make an appointment for us at St. Mungo’s, yeah? How’s that?” I nod.
“Wanna go be loud around Sirius? It would make him so mad,” she smiles mischievously.
“You know, it’s a good thing you weren’t in school with us.” I smile back, and we Apparate.
“Dora, we can’t Apparate anymore,” I say, as soon as we land.
“Well, if you are pregnant, it’ll probably kill the child, and maybe you too.” “If she’s what?” Sirius said from behind us.
“Well, Sirius, after you got us drunk last night, we sort of did-something. We’re not really sure. The last thing I remember is--” her eyes widen “telling you I would give you a prize for winning.”
“I remember seeing Sirius pass out, and saying we should give up. Then you said you were going to beat me, and everything’s--”
“All fuzzy,” we finish together. Sirius looks ready to kill.
“We have an appointment at St. Mungo’s. For next Tuesday.” Sirius takes a deep breath and stalks off, saying something about feeding Buckbeak.
Before I know it, it’s Tuesday.
We walk into St. Mungo’s. I’m nervous, but Dora seems to be relaxed. How she can be relaxed at a time like this, I don’t know. We make it up to the Welcome Witch.
“We’re here to see Healer Chandler,” Dora says, a huge smile on her face.
“Down the hall, third office on the left,” The welcome witch smiles.
We start walking. We make it to the office, but there’s no one inside.
“What should we do?” Dora asks.
“Go in and wait, I suppose.” We walk in and sit in the two chairs facing a desk. I become more nervous, and so does Dora. After about five minutes of waiting, she sighs.
“Where is the Healer?” she groans. I hold her hand. “Remus,” she says softly, “What if I am pregnant?” She looks fearful.
“Are you afraid, Dora?”
“No,” she answers quickly. I give her a look. “I’m not afraid of being pregnant,” she states, her eyes boring into mine, “I’m afraid of your reaction.”
“Dora, I love you. You know that.” I say. “If you are pregnant, it’s as much my fault as it is yours.” That didn’t sound good. “What I mean is, the child will be fine. He or she will have a very loving home, and a wonderful mum.” She smiles weakly.
“As well as a great dad.”
Finally, the Healer comes in.
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