Wacky Author's Note: Just was bored, so I typed this much. I don't love it, and it's a short little chapter. I'm still unsure on the ending, so suggestions on everything would be appreciated. Thankies! Please R&R, no flames, please, I'm scared of fire ;)!
"Parvati," I said. "I think I'm pregnant." I saw her jaw drop; her hand froze halfway through brushing her hair. "The love potion in Snape's class went horribly wrong." She turned to me and stared at me. I flopped down on my bed. "It's bad," I finished. She still didn't speak. I just stared at her. Yes. It was bad. Yes, it was a shock. Finally, she put down her comb, and spoke.
"H-how?" She asked, not blinking at all. "How?"
"Yeah, that's the pickle here. It's not my fault. I don't know how,"
"Wait, how the heck-I mean, how could-jeez, are you sure?" She stuttered, a look of utter fear on her face.
"Am I sure that I have a human growing inside of me? Yes. I found a little spell thing to do, so yes. I m sure of it." I didn't want to believe it myself. Parvati hadn't received this much of a shock since Snape announced we would be working one love potions for the beginning of this term.
At this moment, the third Saturday since we came back to Hogwarts for are sixth year, was winding down to an end. Hermione, the other girl who shared our dorm, was still down in the common room, and it had felt like the right time to tell my best friend what had happened to me. I now felt like a total idiot. There was no right time to tell someone this sort of information. We had just been getting ready for bed, and then as she's combing her hair, I drop the bomb on her.
I know, this bomb was small potatoes to her for what it meant to me. I had known for two days now, and it was no easier to handle. It was haunting me, gushing throughout my veins, never leaving my mind. I didn't know what to do, and the first step was to tell someone else. Namely, my friend since I first set foot in this castle, Parvati Patil.
"H-how?" she asked for the fourth time. "I mean, how can you be 100% sure? I mean, things can't be right all the time! Are you sure you didn't mess up and the spell? It could be wrong! How can you possible have a child! I-I mean, assuming t-that you a-are really-, well, y-you know, then what the heck are you going to do? You can't HAVE a baby! It can't happen! It'll be born before school's out! But you probably won't have the baby, w-w-w-w-will y-y-you?" I knew Parvati too well. She would first be in shock and then have a panic attack and start raving like mad. But she was right. What was I going to do? I bust into tears.
"I KNOW!" I sobbed. "How CAN I do this? Right now I need a civil head. I can't possible think straight. My whole life is ruined, and right now, I need you to think for me! Don't panic like I am!" Parvati walked over to me and hugged me. I noticed she was shaking.
"Sorry," she said, in a pathetic little kid voice. "I was just surprised. You really should double check. The charm could've been wrong."
"It's not muggle stuff," I sniffed. "This stuff is accurate." Parvati groaned. She released me and went to sit on her bed. My heat thumped painfully. "What can I do?"
"For starters, see Professor McGonagall. And explain to me all you know."
It needs work. More to come soon!
Vi