Chapter 1 : Chapter of the First
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I suppose I should start at the very beginning of things, shouldn't I?
When the day arrived, I got ready as best as I could in the few fancy clothes that I had. I headed out to the party and almost fell over in shock. Music was blasting, people were dancing, and some were sitting around on chairs drinking and talking. Some were drunk, there were a few people making out and some lay passed out in corners. Clearly I had arrived early, usually just about everyone was passed out on the floor or crying in corners by the end of parties like these.
People were already hammered; I had no intention of becoming drunk myself. I was going to enjoy myself from a nice and out of the way couch and then head back up to my dormitory. I was simply here so that I could claim that I'd been to a social gathering where I hadn't been social.
Albus was covered in sweat, his eyes were even brighter than normal, his untidy hair gleamed with perspiration, in short: he was disgusting. And so was the stench coming from him.
"Any reason in particular why you look like you've just showered in sweat?" I asked, looking him up and down and wrinkling my nose in disgust.
"I was too busy having fun, unlike you. Have you been sitting here doing nothing the entire night?"
"Just because I'm not drunk or rubbing myself up against someone inappropriately doesn't mean I'm not having fun," I replied, and clenched my fists almost instinctively. It was something that I did whenever people started criticising me as a person.
"You have got no idea how to have fun properly do you?" Albus had asked me. I scowled at him and resisted the urge to hit him. It seemed that no matter how much I learned, or how good I was, there was always one thing that I didn't know.
"Of course I do!" I said indignantly.
"You haven't had an alcoholic drink this entire night!"
"How would you know?"
"I may have been glancing over here occasionally . . . repeatedly . . . a lot," Albus admitted embarrassed. I glared at him. I'd show him, I'd show him, just wait. But I wouldn't get drunk like him, no, I'd show Albus that I could have fun when he was sober.
I marched to the drink's table, grabbed a full bottle of Firewhiskey and sat down next to Albus again. Without taking my eyes off of him, I downed half the content of the bottle. Albus watched me in shock and I smirked in satisfaction.
I was most likely the worst Gryffindor to ever set foot in this house. I didn't do reckless and impulsive and the amount of times that I'd done something without thinking it through first could be counted on my fingers. I suppose this would have to be added.
That's how it had started; from there, things had gotten blurry and loud. The drink had some kind of effect on me and I found myself laughing at jokes that weren't funny. My words were slurred and I'm pretty sure at some point, I had leaned up against Albus and smacked a kiss on his lips.
"I've never been drunk before!" I exclaimed drunkenly. Albus grinned stupidly, he was quite drunk too. I didn't know whether it was his first time being drunk but at the moment I didn't care in the least.
"Well, you have now," Albus slurred his words too and I had trouble understanding what he was saying. I giggled for no reason and rested my head on his shoulder. That's all I remembered, from then on things were blurred and at some parts I had no idea on what had happened. I know that I definitely started making out with Albus and things went like that for a little bit. The next thing I remember was being up in a dormitory that wasn't my own, clothes were thrown on the floor and that's basically it. The rest is this big huge blank in my brain.
I nurtured a raging headache the next day and the minute I got up, I rushed to the loo to throw up. At the time I hadn't thought anything of it, after all, I had seen my fellow roommates do this exact thing multiple times, but I had never thought that I would now be one of them. Once I stopped throwing up, I left the washroom and looked around the room in confusion. It wasn't my room, that much was obvious, but which bed had I just come from?
I spotted my clothes on the floor in front of Albus's bed. I tiptoed over to his bed, grabbed my clothes and put them on as quietly as I possibly could. I needed to get out of there as fast and as quietly as possible. Unfortunately, Albus stirred behind me as I sat on his bed and buttoned up my shirt. He gave a loud groan and I slapped my hand over his mouth. His eyes widened when he saw my face above his. I put a finger to my lips and he nodded. He understood that he was to make not one sound or else I would hurt him.
I went back to putting on my clothes and sneaked out.
That was the last that I had seen of Albus, I haven't seen him since, and I haven't even talked to him about what had happened. I still had to do it.
After that story, I suppose I should tell you what's going. I may or may not be pregnant with Albus Potter's child, this is, of course, just a guess; but after continuously throwing up for a week, I'm pretty sure that this is the case.
I hadn't noticed the effects at first, they'd only kicked in this week but I still should have noticed something was wrong when I missed my period last month. I've been throwing up all week, every morning, without fail.
Since the possibility of me being pregnant with his child has come up, I have made an even bigger attempt at avoiding Albus at all costs, which is both easy and hard to do because he isn't a Prefect and we have very few classes together, but at the same time, we're in the same house. He hasn't made any attempt to talk to me either. Today is the day that I talk to him though. I'm bit late on talking about what happened two months ago but hey, better late than never. I get out of bed and get ready for breakfast.
I take the stairs to the common room quickly and spot Albus making for the portrait hole with his friends laughing. This is my chance and so I take it.
"Potter!" I yell out, as I step into the common room.
"Oooh Albus is in trouble with the Head Girl," one of his friends says. The stupidity coming from them is practically suffocating me.
"Is your name Potter? No? I didn't think so," I snap, "follow me Potter." Without waiting to see if he's following, I walk out of the common room and lead him into an empty classroom. He stands there nervously and fidgets. I roll my eyes, I'm not that scary. It isn't as if I'm going to hurt him or anything.
"About what happened that night at the party. Nobody ever hears of it, understand? If you tell anyone, I will erase their memory and kill you, understand?"
"Yes, don't tell anybody, got it," Albus looks a little bit offended.
"You know how I am, and everyone else knows how I am, I'm ashamed that I slept with someone, it isn't in my plan of my entire life," if possible, Albus looks even more offended, I've just made this worse haven't I? I'm not good with people. I can keep order and get a job done but when it comes to talking to people, I'm horrid at it.
"I suppose though, that you being my drunken one night stand is better than having that one night stand with anybody else. At least it was you and not someone disgusting," Albus's face softens and he nods in understanding.
"This is just between you and I, nobody else will know," he assures me.
"Thank you," I say, and head for the door. I leave him there in the empty classroom and make my way to breakfast.
There's no point in scaring Albus by telling him that I'm most likely pregnant with his child, not when it isn't official, it would just scare the poor bloke. I'll go and see Madam Pomfrey today once lessons are done and get her to take a look at me.
It could just as well be the stomach flu.
I sit by myself at the Gryffindor table, I don't necessarily have friends, sure I get along with my dorm mates but they're my dorm mates, we aren't close and there is no way that I would tell any of them my secrets. Not that I have that many anyway. But I've got reason to fear one of them now, Rose will most likely kill me when she finds out that I'm pregnat with her cousin's child.
Not that I am pregnant, that's just a theory.
Since the day that I had arrived at Hogwarts, my one and only thought was "get Head Girl". Over the years, I had done my best at everything. I have studied weeks before a test was given to me, handed in homework the day after it was assigned even if I have three weeks to do it. People have learned that if they want a good grade, then you stick to me for a partner because I'll take the work off of your hands and earn us an O.
The fact that people took advantage of that didn't bother me in the slightest. And they weren't so much taking advantage of me as it was the fact that I didn't let anyone do the work. I've learned from past experiences that actually working with other people in a group leads to me getting a bad mark.
I go throughout the classes of my day as usual, there is no sign on my face of the panic and worry that I'm feeling, which is just as well. I didn't need strangers guessing why I'm sweating in my uniform. Once lunch arrives, I head down to the Great Hall and eat my usual meal.
I prop up Hogwarts: a History against some plates and read through it for fun while everyone else around me talks loudly about who knows what. I have made a rule for myself, there is no school work allowed while I am eating, the only way that I can get around that rule is that I can read while I eat. It doesn't matter what book it is but I need to read something, sitting and doing nothing has never been an option for me.
My afternoon classes pass painfully slow and for once in my life, I'm not paying attention or taking notes, I'm simply staring off into space and sleeping with my eyes open. In History of Magic it's not a problem because Professor Binns doesn't notice anyone and goes on with his lecture, Transfiguration is a whole different thing. Professor McGonagall has eyes like a hawk, she sees everything. She pulls me aside at the end of her class and asks me if anything is wrong.
I say no.
She gives me a skeptical look and suggests that I see Madam Pomfrey to make sure I'm alright. I'm planning on seeing Madam Pomfrey anyway. Once classes are over and everyone is in the common room, I leave my dorm, head into the common room and step outside the portrait hole without looking behind me. Bad decision.
"Seraphina! Wait up! Where are you going!" Albus Potter yells after me. I stare at him, unable to understand what's going on.
"I'm going to the Hospital Wing to see Madam Pomfrey," I reply.
"I'll go with you -"
"NO! You can't go with me!" I hurriedly add to cover up my panicked outburst. A look of hurt comes onto Albus's face but he hides it.
"Come on, I'll go down with you, that way you won't be alone-"
"Albus, I said no, I don't want you to go down to the Hospital Wing with me, I don't want you to come with me and see Madam Pomfrey. I want you to go back into the common room and leave me be," I snap, completely ignoring the hurt look that's not being bothered to be hidden this time. The very last thing that I want at the moment is company.
"Fine," Albus spat, before walking past me. Did he not just hear what I told him to do?
"Albus, I said you can't go to the Hospital Wing with me-"
"I'm not going with you! I'm going to the kitchens!" he replies angrily. I should apologize, shouldn't I? Oh who cares.
I continue on my way to the Hospital Wing in a bad mood. Bloody Albus Potter and his unwanted help. Why does he have to be so damn nice. I don't need his niceness, I may be carrying his spawn but that's about as far as our relationship will ever go.
No, I can't think like this.
I am not carrying Albus Potter's spawn, I am not pregnant, I simply have the stomach flu. I am not pregnant. If I believe it enough then it might actually be true. What am I saying! Of course it's true. There is no way that I, Seraphina Doyle, am pregnant. I simply don't get pregnant, that isn't how I work.
I knock on the door to the infirmary and wait for Madam Pomfrey to open the door. A few minutes later, her old and wrinkled face sticks out and she looks at me tiredly. I feel bad for disturbing her like this.
"Madam Pomfrey, I need your help -"
"Isn't it a bit late to be coming to the Hospital Wing?"
"Not really, no, people come here with injuries and illnesses all the time-"
"I meant for you Seraphina, you never come down here to see if you're sick unless someone forces you." Well excuse me for not liking the hospital, I wasn't aware it was such a crime and that it would be held against me.
"Anyway, I need you to help me with something, nobody else can hear about this. It's very important."
"Alright, come in," she sighs, and lets me through the door. I stand before her and twist my fingers nervously. How do I go about telling Madam Pomfrey that I might be pregnant. There really is no way to put it other than the blunt truth now is there? What's the point of leaving out details, the more she knows, the more Madam Pomfrey will be of help to me. If I'm pregnant that is, something that I highly doubt is actually true. Most likely it's just my imagination running wild.
"Madam Pomfrey, I think I might be pregnant," I blurt out without thinking. She raises her eyebrows at me.
"You think, don't you know?"
"Well, no, that's why I'm here, to know for sure."
"Follow me Ms Doyle," Madam Pomfrey says with a sigh, leading me to a more hidden part of the Hospital Wing. She closes the curtains around us, takes out her wand, points it at my stomach and mutters a spell. I look down to see what's happening and stare in awe as my stomach turns gold before fading back to normal.
I'm hoping that that means that I'm not pregnant.
"I'm sorry, but I'm afraid you are pregnant," I'm sorry, what did she just say? What did she say and how can she say it so calmly?
"That can't be possible, try that again," she tries again but my stomach glows gold before fading back to normal again.
"This can't be possible, do it again."
"Ms Doyle -"
"Do. It. Again," I say through gritted teeth.
"Ms Doyle, you are pregnant, it does not matter how many times I do this spell, that will not change the fact that you are pregnant. Rest assured though that I know what to do and I'll be able to help you through this, you're in good hands. If you have any questions or worries, come to me," Madam Pomfrey goes on to add but it's all lost on me. I can't seem to get past the fact that my worst fear has been confirmed.
Oh no, oh no, oh God, this can't be happening. No, no, no, no, no, no, no. I am Seraphina Doyle, I do not get pregnant, that isn't how it works. Oh good Lord what am I going to do?! I need to sit down otherwise I'm sure to pass out.
I sit on one of the hospital beds and stare at the wall opposite of me blankly. I'm numb, I cannot feel anything, this cannot be happening. Maybe this is just a horrible dream and I'll wake up to the loud laughter of my dorm mates. I can tell that Madam Pomfrey is curious to know how exactly I came to be pregnant. I give her her answer before the question leaves her lips. What's the point of hiding it? The more she knows, the more helpful Madam Pomfrey will be to me.
"I got a letter from my mother saying that I should do teenage things, go to parties and have some alcohol, she was worried that I spent too much time studying. I thought about it and gave it a try, one thing led to another and before I knew it, I woke up in someone else's bed. I swear, I never meant for anything to go that far, I had just planned on sitting on a couch and watching everyone, I'd never planned on anything to happen!" I add when I see the look of disappointment on Madam Pomfrey's face.
"Sometimes Ms Doyle, not everything goes according to plan. Who's the father?"
"Albus Potter," I whisper. Madam Pomfrey's eyebrows disappear into her hair. She seems quite shocked that Harry Potter's son would get someone pregnant. She's probably not the only one, it's hard to imagine Albus Potter, of all people, getting someone pregnant. He seems so sweet and innocent, you'd expect something like this from James Potter but not Albus.
"You know that he has to be told about this Ms Doyle, don't you?"
"Yes, I know, I'll tell him, I promise, I just need time to process this myself and then I'll tell him." Madam Pomfrey nods and leaves me alone. I'm free to leave the Hospital Wing whenever I please but I stay where I am for a few more minutes.
Sweet Merlin, how am I going to tell this to Albus?
a/n: okay, well, I'm posting this again because I'm a gullible person and for some reason completely overlooked the fact that it was April Fools. Anyway, it's a good thing that I saved this (I just couldn't bear to delete it) so I'll be posting the rest of what I have written as soon as everything else that I saved gets back up and running.
feedback and reviews are always appreciated! I hope you enjoyed it and I promise that it gets a lot funnier and less serious from here on out.
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