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The Art Of Being Ally by potterfan310
Chapter 1 : Prologue: Ally
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Well I just heard the news today,

It seems my life is going to change,

I close my eyes and begin to pray,

Then tears of joy stream down my face

Arms Wide Open ~ Creed 



The weather was boiling and I was wearing denim shorts which were feeling a bit tight and one of favourite yellow tops, my blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail. While my friends have been enjoying themselves at various relatives houses or being in France, I've been stuck at home in the pub with my parents, siblings and the regulars.

Actually that's a lie, as I'm not currently stuck at home, I'm currently in the muggle world in a chemist buying a home pregnancy test kit. I picked it up off the shelf and went to the counter, the lady behind smiled at me and said, "That'll be three pound, ninety-nine, please." as she put it in a bag.

I handed her the money and she passed it to me, as I left the shop she called, "Have a good day."

I cursed silently under my breath as I walked down the crowded street back towards the pub stuffing the bag in my shorts pocket. I looked around making sure no muggles were paying attention and slipped through the door. The pub was surprisingly busy for midday but then again it's nearly the end of August so parents and kids are getting school supplies.

I hoped that neither of my parents were around so that I could sneak into the toilets un-noticed. As far as I could see they weren't, thank god, but I did notice some of the regulars'. Carrie aka The Cougar was sat in the corner a bottle of red wine held tightly in her left hand and a glass full of the red stuff in her right. Normally Carrie comes in after seven (on Friday's and Saturday's) not midday, mainly because that's when all the young lads are out. Her brown hair wasn't in it's usual neat bun and there was a red patch on her white shirt, her grey jacket falling from around her shoulders and a hazy look on her face.

As I passed the bar I saw sloppy Joe sat at the very end, half a dozen beer bottles in front of him. I feel pretty bad for him, he's only twenty-five and his wife recently divorced him after running off with her PA. He barely see's his four year old son nowadays, He's in here most afternoon's.

I was too busy looking around for my parents that I bumped into Hazel Finnigan as she came out of the toilets.

"Whoops, sorry Ally." She said as she steadied me so that I wouldn't fall over, which is something I tend to do alot.

"Sorry." I muttered, "Wasn't paying attention."

"Are you ok?, you look really nervous." I nodded as I looked up to see her Hazel brown eyes looking at me, a worried expression on her face. "Ally are you sure your ok?"

Should I tell her, I mean we're pretty close. She lives in the flat above Quality Quidditch Supplies in Diagon Alley with her daughter Lacey who was one in June. Her parents (Lavender Brown and Seamus Finnigan) are close friends of mum and dad and we've know each other since we were little. And she know's what it's like, she was only sixteen when she got pregnant with Lacey.

I signalled towards the toilets and she got the message and followed me in there. The white walls were peeling slightly, a yellowish tinge towards the top where the sun came in.

"Ally, are you going to tell me what's wrong?" Hazel asked once I had shut the door behind me.

I pulled out the brown paper bag that contained a white box with a stick inside. The stick which currently determines what the rest of my life is going to be like. I handed it to Hazel without saying a word and she gave me a funny look.

I watched as she opened the bag to revel a pregnancy test box. Her mouth dropped open, "Al are you pregnant?"

"Um , yes, no. I don't know. But I do know that I'm two months late, I've been sick and I'm tired which is so unlike me."

"It's best to get it over with trust me." Ze told me as she handed me the box.

I sighed as I went into one of the cubicles and did what I had to. There was a knock on my cubicle door just after I had peed on the stick and Ze's voice said, "Ally, I'm really sorry I've to go and pick up Lacey from mum and dad's. I promised I'd be there at half twelve and it's just gone one. Good luck Al and owl me if you need to talk."

I sighed as the door shut, I put the stick on top of the loo roll holder and left to wash my hands. Looking in the mirror my eyes darted to my stomach, after drying my hands I turned back to the mirror. I stared at myself again and then turned to the side, even though my yellow top was quite loose over my stomach I swear it was more rounded than normal, I looked as if I had curves. And according to my calculations if I am pregnant then I'm about a two months gone.

I'll be sixteen and pregnant, a school drop out and living with my parents and siblings. Oh and the father may or may not be in the picture. Not only am I dreading what this test says but I know I have to tell my parents soon. When the press gets hold of this there'll be a field day. I can see it now 'Oldest daughter of war hero Neville Longbottom, pregnant at sixteen. A clear example of  today's generation.'

Urgh, that's what people will think, they'll think that I'm some sort of stupid teenage who purposely got pregnant but I didn't, it happened accidently.

I lifted my top up and poked my stomach as though I was expecting something to happen. It was pretty round and my shorts looked they could be a bit bigger. I heard a creak outside and pulled my top down quickly and re-entered my cubicle. I closed the toilet seat so that I could sit on it and pulled my legs up so that my knees were under my chin.

I shut my eyes for a moment and tried working out how long it had been since I peed on the stick. I re-adjusted myself and sighed, I'm meant to be a Gryffindor for Merlin's sake, I'm supposed to be courageous. If my dad can chop the head off Voldie's snake which was the last horcrux then surely I can look at a pregnancy test.

I picked up the stick and closed my eyes. I know what I'm going to do if I am pregnant, I think I've known since I first realised I had missed my period last month. I'm keeping this baby no matter what, even if mum and dad kick me out, even if I have to live in the muggle world, even if I'm a single mum. No matter what this is my baby and I'll love it forever.

I was too chicken to take a test when I first realised and I've put if off until now. When I was sick I told mum it was sun stroke and the other times that I must have ate something funny.

Maybe this baby will have my blonde hair and blue eyes or they'll look like they're daddy. I pushed that though aside quickly, that is not something I want to think about right now.

Opening my eyes I looked down at the white plastic stick, a little pink plus sign staring up at me. This can't be happening, I got my wand out and poked the stick hoping that it would magically change. Sadly it didn't.

I'm sixteen and pregnant. And that's not even the worst thing, the worst thing is there are three possible fathers and I have no clue which one it is.

Sitting in the Leaky Cauldrons' grotty toilets with a stupid positive pregnancy test, yep this is the life.

Bollocks, this is so not how I imagined my summer holidays to end.

A/N I know I shouldn't be starting another story *whoops* but I just had to. This came to me one night back in November 2012 and I started writing away/making notes and here it is the first chapter. Enjoy :D



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