It was 6:38 am and I was frozen. I jabbed my wand at the white stick again and it faded and then the equals sign came up again. I did this three more times with the same result.
Fuck.
I incinerated the god damn thing and poured water over it so it couldn't be procured. I then vanished it to Merlin knows where and repeated the process with the packaging.
This couldn't be happening to me. Maybe I'll wake up and this will all be a dream. I just have to pinch myself so I can tell if it's a dream.
Ow!
Fuck.
This isn't a dream.
It's real.
I'm pregnant.
I'm carrying James Potter's baby.
I have an embryo growing in my uterus.
I'll have to go through labour and then push it out.
Fuck.
After 17 minutes of silent panicking I left the bathroom and got back in bed.
Thank Merlin's pants it's Saturday so I could sleep in and forget all about the life inside of me for a few hours.
I fell asleep at about 7 with my arms around my still-flat belly.
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I felt the familiar lurch in my stomach and sprinted to the bathroom. Roxy was sitting on the floor of the dorm and opened her mouth to say something but I slammed the door and fell to my knees to empty the contents of my stomach.
Roxy rushed in and held my hair for me. She asked, "What the fuck Reese? Why are you throwing your guts up?!"
Does it look like I can fucking talk, Roxanne?!
Retch... splat...
Don't you understand me? Fucking hell. It's morning sickness.
Silly duffer!
After I finished, I brushed my teeth and saw Roxy folding her arms and looking at me with a stern expression. I shrugged my shoulders- in what I hope was- innocently but she said, "Don't give me that shit Larissa. Tell me."
I can't really tell her that I'm pregnant with her cousin's baby can I? I replied in a poor attempt at a nonchalant tone, "Oh, I think I ate something funny. It's nothing don't worry."
She cocked an eyebrow and said, "Yes, at 2 in the afternoon, it only just caught up with you?"
Fuck! I slept 7 hours?!
"Well… um... I ate some Bertie Bott's beans that I had in my trunk... Maybe I ate one that was off?"
Roxy cocked her eyebrow again and stared at me for a bit but then she shrugged. "Ah, well at least you should be fine now. Right?"
I smiled weakly at her and say, "Right. Yeah and thanks for holding my hair."
"Well, we wouldn't want to get that curly hair covered in vomit would we?" she winked and then walked out.
I took a minute to compose myself and followed Roxy to see Rose storming into the dorm.
"Rose, what the fuck are you doing here?" That's strong cousin love right there.
Oh maybe I should explain. Rose is Head Girl so she had her own dorm. We always tried to banish her from our dorm when she came. At the beginning of the year I stood at the bottom of the staircase and got a broom saying, "YOU SHALL NOT PASS!"
I was the only one laughing.
But, Rose rolled her eyes and shoved her way up. So now, we just tell her to leave. In a joking way of course.
Rose took a deep breath and started what was going to be a long-winded rant on how she was going to fail. But before she could, I silenced her.
When she started talking and realised she had no voice, she glared at me.
Okay people, I'm going to give you a heads up. When Rose glares at you, you run in the opposite direction holding your wand for dear life.
I'll give you an example.
There was this Ravenclaw prick, Kennedy McLaggen; how he got into Ravenclaw I have no idea. He was taunting Rose because she had untameable red hair, was tall and was a nerd. Now listen up, Rose is not a nerd. She studies, yes sometimes its borderline obsessive, but mostly she is the mastermind of the pranks. But of course, no one suspects her. Normally it was Louis and Rose, but since he was in the year above us, he left. So now, it was just Rose. And dare I say; this year’s pranks were much better than anyone has ever seen. Except maybe for Fred and George Weasley. Or the Marauders.
So, McLaggen was being a tosser to Rose and she gave him the glare. Of course, he didn't know when Rose gives you a glare; you cower in a corner hoping she'll never find you. So he kept going on that no one will ever want to be with a know-it-all. Which is stupid because everyone knows Rose has had a boyfriend for about two years. And his name: Scorpius Malfoy. Oh the shame! But everyone was surprisingly cool with it. Well, aside from Ron and Draco. But they got over it and get along in their own weird way. Anyways, McLaggen also started insulting all the Weasleys and saying things like they lived like pigs and other crude things. So Scorpius, being the faithful boyfriend, was about to step in to punch McLaggen's fat nose off but Rose beat him to it. She clocked him with a right hook and he staggered backwards. She kicked him in the crotch so he was bending over. Then she left-hooked his gut and kept punching, kicking, slapping whatever surface she could touch. The result? McLaggen had a broken nose (making his fat nose even fatter mind you), his right arm was broken and he sprained an ankle when he fell to the ground. Rose didn't even get a detention because she told the teachers what he said and apologised to him straight away. And I'm sure being Head Girl and shedding a few tears didn't do any harm either.
So, now little children, when Rose gives you a glare, stop talking and run for your life.
So that's exactly what I did. Not caring that I was in my pyjamas which let my arse hang out and my transparent shirt. I sprinted down the stairs and SMACK! Straight into Scorpius.
"Oh hello Scorpius, Rose gave me the glare so now I'm going to leave. Toodles!"
I started running again but Scorpius caught me around the waist and pulled me towards him. He asked in a dramatic whisper, "Did you say... Rose... glared?"
I nodded with my eyes wide and we ran up to the boys’ dorm together. Sadly, Rose is on the Quidditch team as keeper and when James was captain, he made them all run thousands of laps, so Rose was very fast. But luckily so was Scorpius. He piggy-backed me up and threw me on to Al's bed. Fortunately, Al was there so, again with his Quidditch reflexes, he caught me before I crumpled in a heap on his bed. I don't think this would be very good for the foetus that was currently growing inside me so I sank on to Al's bed and lay down next to him trying to calm my heart rate. After a few minutes, he looked at me and said, "Um... Reese, you're sitting on my notes."
Ah, yes that would explain why I felt something crunching. I got off his notes, muttered an apology and started to get up. But Al grabbed my arm and with his voice laced with concern, he asked, "What's wrong? You look like shit."
Gee thanks.
I looked at Al and saw the double of James. I burst into tears and he immediately enveloped me into a hug. Scorpius came over and asked, "What's wrong?"
I shook my head and tried to blame it on N.E.W.T's. I think Scorpius believed it because he shrugged and told us he was going to meet Rose to try and calm her down. Richard Finnegan was staring at me like I had grown three heads but Al shooed him away.
After he left, Al let go of me and looked me directly in the eye. "Reese. What's wrong? And tell me the truth."
Fat chance Al.
Imagine me telling him. Yes, I know, I tell him everything. I have no secrets from Al (well aside from me fancying James and consequently sleeping with him) and he has nothing about himself that I don't know.
Al was like my gay best friend. But completely straight. My gay-straight best friend. Does that make sense?
I wiped the tears off my face and said, "I can't tell you Al. Not yet. I'll tell you as soon as I can though." Al just nodded in response and hugged me again.
"You know I'll be here for you don't you?" I nodded and hugged him back.
I prayed James would say the same.
-
OH GAWD!
N.E.W.T's are tomorrow and I am so unprepared. Seriously, all I have been doing is sitting, eating, throwing up and thinking about how my life will change.
And James'. His life will change as well. James has always been in the media. Harry Potter's first-born, Chudley Cannons chaser, winning the Quidditch Cup for the first time in about 300 years, being named Witch Weekly's second Sexiest Bloke. If they find out I'm carrying his baby, Harry Potter's first grandchild, they're going to hound him. And if I put the baby up for adoption, so much shit will get said about us.
But I don't want to take this baby because I feel obligated to. But I don't want to dump the kid at an orphanage either. But it will be so hard to take care of, the rest of my life will change completely and I won't get to go wild at the end of school because I'll be pregnant. And then, when the kid actually arrives, I'm going to be constantly tired for about seven-eight years.
But nothing replaces a baby. I wouldn't be able to fill that emptiness within me if I gave the kid up for adoption.
I had no idea what to do.
I moved the mushrooms on my plate around, as if moving them will unveil the secrets of the universe.
Moi: OH MUSHROOMS! WHAT SHOULD I DO?
Mushrooms: Eat us!
Moi: I would but everytime I smell you, I want to throw up. Seriously you stink.
Mushrooms: We're hurt Larissa. You usually love us! What happened?
Moi: Pregnancy happened.
Mushrooms: Oh right… Forgot about that... Anyway, you know what would make you feel better?
Moi: What?
Mushrooms: If you ea-
Moi: No.
Great, now I'm having conversations in my head with mushrooms.
I've finally gone insane.
"Reese. Pass the potatoes."
"Scorp, you didn't say the magical, wondrous, ever-pleasing word that will allow me to hand you the potatoes in a manner in which- "
"Reese! Please pass the potatoes!"
I pouted, "You ruined my smart-sounding rant Scorpy. I'm hurt."
He rolled his eyes and said, "Reese, my wonderful, most bestest friend- "
"HEY!"
Scorpius ignored Al and continued, "-in the whole wide world, would you please pass me the potatoes as I am very hungry and stressed out. Pretty please with a phoenix on top?"
I grinned and passed him the potatoes. I moved my mushrooms to the other side of my plate and started eating some celery. Al frowned and said, "Reese, why aren't you eating your mushrooms? You love them?"
I made a face and said, "They're making me feel sick today. Don't know why."
BIG FAT LIE. BIG FAT LIE.
Al looked at me curiously and felt my forehead. I pulled away and he narrowed his eyes. "What's wrong?"
I shrugged and said, "It's probably just N.E.W.T's, don't freak out."
Maybe I should follow my own advice.
Thanks for reading and the 'YOU SHALL NOT PASS' thing is not mine. It comes from the one and only.. LORD OF THE RINGS! Please review on your thoughts :D
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