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Chapter 24 : The Fourth Day
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“She’s still in her dorm. Her roommates have been bringing her food, but they say she’s not talking to any of them,” he said gloomily.
“That’s rough mate,” James said, clapping his friend on the shoulder.
Sirius shrugged and halfheartedly scooped some eggs onto his plate. It had been three days since they had received the news about the Wrights. Although Melora had told him she would only take one day off of classes when he walked her back to her dorm, since they had said goodbye that morning, Melora hadn’t left her room.
And now that they were working their way onto the fourth day, Sirius was getting, well, seriously worried.
He had talked to Beatrice the other day after the Hufflepuff had tried to get her friend to at least come down and eat something, but according to Bea, not only wouldn’t Melora budge, she wouldn’t say a word.
Her roommates reported the same story when Sirius had tried to check up on her this morning.
“I don’t know what to do,” Sirius lamented, pushing his eggs around on his plate.
“You just have to wait,” Lily told him, “She needs time alone. When she’s ready to come out, she will.”
Sirius nodded reluctantly and James nudged him. “If you’re done sculpting your eggs, we should get to Transfiguration.”
Sirius sighed and pushed his still-full plate aside, “Yeah I’m done.”
Behind him, Remus and James shared a worried look.
Up in the Ravenclaw dormitories, Melora laid curled up in her bed, arms tucked around her stomach.
“Melora?” Eleanor said hesitantly. The blonde could see her roommate’s shadow outside her curtains, but she didn’t respond.
“I’m going to leave some breakfast out here for you,” Eleanor continued, “If you need anything else, Stacey will be back after Divination.”
Melora closed her eyes and waited to hear the dorm door to slam shut before opening them. Her stomach growled and she winced as she sat up.
“Sorry baby,” she mumbled, pulling back her curtains. Eleanor had left a tray of sausages and toast on her bedside table. Melora grabbed a slice of toast and munched on it halfheartedly.
As she ate, Melora caught sight of her reflection in the window and sighed heavily. She was a mess. Her hair was limp and greasy after not having been washed in two days and her skin was pale and spotty.
She had never meant for it to become this bad. Of course she had been upset upon hearing the news of the Wrights’ death, but Melora knew she had to move on and was fully planning on it until she had received an owl from Kendra’s mother that night.
The letter had been full of how excited Kendra had been over the past few weeks about adopting the baby, how much joy Melora had brought into their lives, how much Kendra had adored her. And finally, Kendra’s mother asked if Melora would like to attend the funeral.
Reading the letter sent Melora over the edge. Suddenly the death of her and David became incredibly real, and Melora was overwhelmed with sadness, not only for the couple, but for the family that included her baby that would now never exist.
And whenever she tried to get up and leave the dorm or do anything other than lie in bed and cry, she was reminded of that fact and dissolved into tears. Melora knew this wasn’t good for the baby, but she couldn’t bring herself to stop grieving. How could she even think of having this baby when it now had nowhere to go?
Melora grabbed another slice of toast and slid back into bed. Tomorrow, she promised herself, tomorrow, she’d go back to classes.
“I have an idea,” Sirius announced that night in the Gryffindor Common Room.
Peter and Remus, who had been studying Charms by the fireplace, looked up.
“What’s the idea?” Peter asked.
Sirius, who had been standing in a fairly heroic stance, with his legs apart, one hand on his hip, and the other holding his broom, deflated a bit. “You can’t tell?”
Remus looked back down at his textbook. “He’s going to fly to Melora’s dorm and try and cheer her up.”
Sirius beamed, “Brilliant, right?”
“You’re not going to try and take her flying, are you?” Mary chirped in from her seat next to the boys.
“Of course not!” Sirius scoffed, “I’m not an idiot.”
“Just checking,” Mary said, “Remember to be sensitive Sirius. It’s hard enough losing someone without pregnancy hormones amplifying your emotions.”
“What do you think I’m going to do Mary?” Sirius asked, “Chuck her out a window and tell her to get over it?”
“No,” Mary rolled her eyes, “But you have to admit, you’re not the most tactful person.”
“I’ve got plenty of tact,” Sirius argued, looking at Peter and Remus for support. Remus shook his head and Peter shrugged helplessly.
“Fine,” Sirius grumbled, “I’ll be extra sensitive.”
“Good luck,” the three Gryffindors chorused.
The tapping on the window woke Melora up. At first she dismissed it as an owl and waited for one of her roommates to get it, but as the tapping continued and grew louder, Melora realized her roommates were all either at the library or in the common room and that the tapping was much too loud for an owl.
Pulling back her curtain, she stumbled over to the window and nearly fell over when she saw a face staring back at her.
‘Open up,’ Sirius mouthed, gesturing to the window.
Melora did as he asked and jumped back as Sirius maneuvered his broom through the window into the dorm.
“What are you doing?” she exclaimed as he dismounted.
“Well you wouldn’t come down so I thought I’d come up.”
“You’re insane,” Melora told him.
“Yes,” Sirius nodded solemnly.
Despite herself, Melora smiled and sat down on her bed, motioning for Sirius to join her.
“You really shouldn’t be here,” she said, “My roommates will be back any minute.”
Sirius shrugged. “I’m a little bit more concerned with you than with the rules.”
Melora flushed. “I’m fine,” she insisted, “Just a little sad, that’s all.”
“You haven’t left your dorm in four days,” he leaned back, “And it looks like you haven’t showered in four days either.”
“S’not that bad,” Melora mumbled, pushing her hair back self-consciously.
“It is,” Sirius replied, “And I know you’re upset about the Wrights, I am too, but you’ve—we’ve got to move on.”
Melora could feel the tears welling up in her eyes once more. She turned away in a vain effort to hide them from Sirius. “You don’t understand,” she said softly, “How can I, how can I move on? Without them we’ve got nothing! Our baby has nothing.”
Sirius fought off the urge to tell Melora what had been on his mind since finding out about the Wrights’ deaths. A thought that had been there even before, but had been unable to come true until now.
What if they kept the baby?
He did, after all, have quite a bit of money from Uncle Alphard and his own place. Her parents or the Potters could help out. They could do it, the two, no, the three of them, be a family.
But as Sirius put his hand on Melora’s shoulder and slowly turned her to face him, the words died in this throat. Her face was red and wet from crying, her brown eyes begging him for an answer, but not the one he wanted to give. He couldn’t ask that of Melora. He wanted to keep the baby, but she wanted a future beyond becoming a mother at 18.
“We can find a new couple,” he told her instead, “There were plenty of files we never looked at. And until then, we’ve got each other.”
“Do you really believe that Sirius?” Melora asked quietly.
“Yes,” he said, “Of course I do.”
For the first time in four days, there was a glimmer of hope in Melora’s eyes. “Okay,” she said softly, “It’s going to be okay.”
Sirius nodded and kissed her lightly on the forehead. Melora smiled up at him and pulled him down to give him a real kiss, which Sirius responded to enthusiastically.
“You know,” Melora said when they broke apart, “My baby book says the baby can hear us now.”
“Oh yeah?” Sirius leaned down to her stomach, “How’s it going down there?”
“Stop it!” Melora giggled, hitting him lightly on the stomach. “You’re supposed to play her music to encourage mental growth, not ask her stupid questions.”
“I rather like my method better,” Sirius responded, sticking out his tongue in her face.
Melora shoved him away. “You’d better go,” she said, “Stacey’s supposed to be back any minute.”
“Alright,” Sirius said reluctantly, grabbing his broom from the floor, “But you’ll come down tomorrow? At least for breakfast, if not classes?”
“Good,” Sirius gave her a quick peck before hopping on the windowsill and flying out the window.
Melora watched him fly out of sight fondly, before leaning down to her belly. “That was your daddy,” she whispered softly, “He and I are going to keep you safe always, no matter what. Okay little Emma?”
The blonde felt a small kick in response and her smile grew wider.
“Emma it is.”
A/N- Nice long chapter to make up for the previous short one. Emma/Emily was the name Kendra mentioned in the letter Melora recieved before The Wrights died.
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