A/N: Here's a new story to replace Breathe Today, since it seems to me that it's way to marysue-ish. This one has a big plot ahead of itself, along with a possible sequel already planned. I hope you enjoy! Please R&R! :3

Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter characters in any way, shape, or form. I only own my OCs.

+Chapter 1+

Ailey groaned as she leaned over the toilet for the fourth day in a row, puking her guts out, as usual. She didn't know what was up, but she had a feeling that she knew what was going on. She was pregnant. She still needed to take a test to be sure, but she was already positive that she most likely was. Her boobs were killing her, she keeps puking her guts out, and she was crying at the drop of a hat lately. She was also late starting her period.

"Ailey, what's wrong? I thought I heard puking?" Angelina said from behind the door, knocking.

"N-Nothing…I think it's just a bug. I'll be fine," Ailey lied, scared out of her wits. What if she was pregnant? She was only seventeen!

"Are you going to classes today?" she asked.

Ailey gulped, "No, I don't think so…"

"All right…well, do you want to go to the Hospital Wing?" Katie spoke up now.

"Nah, I'll be fine. If it gets worse, I'll go," Ailey held back another puke that threatened to spurt out, "I promise…!"

She stared up at the ceiling, her eyes closed, praying to the Lord that she was, indeed, not carrying either Fred or George Weasley's child. It would cause way too much drama.

About a month or so ago, she was talking to Fred and George about quidditch, considering she's a chaser, and they were drinking fire whiskey. In result of them being drunk, they had a threesome. She doesn't know whose child it could be, but it would be one of the twins' children.

Ailey stood up wobbly, concluding that there would be no more vomit this morning. She got a glass of water, sighing as she threw away the paper cup in the trash bin next to the toilet. She brushed her teeth to get the horrible taste and smell out of her mouth, and she exited the bathroom.

She needed to be sure that she was or not. It was eating her alive. She was scared shitless of the possibility of even being pregnant, but the thought running through her head of possibly not being pregnant brought her a tiny bit of hope.

She grabbed her jacket and threw it over her pajamas, walking out of her dorm and downstairs into the common room. It was deserted, considering classes were in session. She usually skipped them anyway, but she would have rather went to classes than sat in the bathroom, puking her guts out. Anyone would if their right in the head.

Ailey stared out the Gryffindor common room window out at the vast snow. It was almost time for Christmas Vacation, but she refused to go home every year. She hated her home. Her parents were always fighting non-stop, and it usually ended in tons of violence. She usually stayed in her room or snuck out her window to a friend's house when this happened, and she usually drags her sister with her.

As of this moment, her mom is pregnant with another child, though. She had had an affair not too long ago, causing her biological father that's married to her to be very angry, yet at the same time he didn't care. He wanted to be with her. He most likely thought it'd cause psychological abuse to her of some sort. He is weird and strange like that, but Ailey can see where he would get the idea.

Ailey sighed again, moaning and scrunching her nose in worry. She stood up, heading out the common room door and off to the Hospital Wing, knowing she'd regret going, but she didn't care. She needed to know and she wanted to know now. She never was a patient person when it came to knowing what was on her mind, something she couldn't figure out. This was one of the reasons why she couldn't sit and do puzzles.

She stood in front of the door to the Hospital Wing, her hand etching slowly towards the handle. She tried to pull herself back, but her hand kept reaching for the handle, despite what her mind was telling her to do: to run away.

"Just do it, Ailey. You need to know…!" she slammed her hand down on the handle, causing the sound to echo through the hall.

She burst in causing Madame Pomfrey to jump in fright. She almost dropped the tray she was carrying, but she caught herself.

"Oh my, Darling, what would be the matter?" she looked at Ailey in question.

"I-I-I-I…" Ailey looked down at her feet, squeezing her legs together and messing with the sleeve of her jacket, pulling the cuffs over her hands out of nervous habit.

"Miss Ailey, you can tell me, you know," Madame Pomfrey stared in confusion and curiosity was obviously visible in her eyes.

"I need a pregnancy test, if you don't mind…?" Ailey whispered so quietly that it was barely audible, and her hair covered her blushing face as she continued to stare down at the floor. She was very embarrassed.

"What is it you said you needed? I'm sorry, I didn't quite catch it," Madame Pomfrey stated.

"I need a pregnancy," Ailey gulped and tilted her head up just slightly so she could just make eye contact, "…test…please…"

"Oh, a pregnancy test?" Madame Pomfrey looked shocked, "Well, um…" she stumbled over things as she went into her office, clearing her throat, "Just one moment, Dear. J-Just wait right here."

Ailey sighed for what felt like to her the millionth time that morning, sitting down on the foot of one of the beds. She knew where this was going, or at least she thought she knew. Madame Pomfrey was going to send an owl to her mother with a letter, stating:

Your child, Ailey Charleston, is to be sent home from Hogwarts due to the fact that she is pregnant. We are sorry for any inconvenience this may cause. You should pick up your child in front of the train station tomorrow at noon.

Sincerely,

Albus Dumbledor

She really hoped that wouldn't happen, but she wouldn't be surprised if it did. You can't be pregnant and go to school. At least, at a school for witches and wizards. Could you?

"Here you go…" Madame Pomfrey smiled a fake smile, handing Ailey the pee-stick, "Just go into that restroom over there," she pointed to the Hospital Wing's restroom, "and take the test. Please tell me the result when it appears."

"I have to tell you…?" Ailey looked mortified.

"Well, yes, you do. It's my duty to know of the children's conditions here in this school. I know it many not seem too fair, but it's the school's policy. I'm terribly, terribly sorry, Darling," Madame Pomfrey stated.

Ailey gulped, walking into the restroom, taking shaken steps along the way. She closed the door behind her, leaning against it, taking a deep breathe and exhaling to try and calm her hyperventilating nerves.

She peed on the stick, setting it in the sink after finishing her business. She stared at the clock that seemed to move very slowly, and when the time was up, she stared at the stick that set her future.

It was positive! She gasped and felt tears sting her eyes. She was a pregnant teenager at the age of seventeen. It may not be as terrible as a fifteen year old pregnant girl, but she was still a teen with her life ahead of her. Her bright green eyes shone fear, some tears falling down her cheeks.

"Is everything all right, Dear?" Madame Pomfrey asked.

Ailey sniffed, gulped, and with a shaky intake of breath, spoke with fear. "I-I-It's…positive…! How come it's positive?"

"I'm coming in…" Madame Pomfrey said sympathetically, unlocking the door with the flick of her wand and walking in.

Madame Pomfrey enveloped the young girl in arms, speaking soothing words to calm her down. Reality had struck the girl like a slap across the face. There was now nothing she could do except make a difficult choice. She would have to talk to Fred and George.