So this is my first story............... and I basically have no idea what I'm doing. But anyway.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. If I did I'd be filthy rich.

Pregnant.
There was a roaring in my ears.
Pregnant.
This was not happening…………

"Dear?" The kind-faced doctor beside me gently put a hand on my shoulder. "Will you be alright?"
I swallowed and wet my dried lips.
"Can I please have a drink of water?"
The woman nodded and left the room.

Pregnant. How did this happen? Not so much how, I thought to myself, but
why. Why had fate cruelly chosen me? I didn't even like children. Then there was the matter of the father…

I swiped at the beads of sweat that were appearing on my upper lip. How could I tell him? It wasn't going to be easy, that much was certain. We weren't even on speaking terms these days.

I rested my head in my hands just as the doctor re-entered the room. Handing the glass of water to me, she gave a reassuring smile.

"Don't panic now sweetheart; this doesn't have to be a bad thing. It could be a blessing in disguise."

I looked up at her and gave a weak smile. Inside my mind, all of my usually organized thoughts were flown into disarray. What the hell did she know anyway? Was she a sixteen year old witch with the inevitable arrival of a baby lurking on her horizons? No. She was a successful, intelligent doctor, albeit a muggle one.

I got to my feet and plastered a brave smile on my face. "Thanks. I think I'll be just fine." The doctor nodded, clearly relieved that I wasn't entering depressed mode.

"You know, there's all sorts of organizations to help with this sort of thing. You might like to try them out."

"Like I said, I'll be fine. But thanks." Yes, thanks a lot for your message of doom. Much appreciated.

I needed air. Pushing through the door, I made my way out of the hospital and into the busy street. Cars streamed past on the busy street, and I could see the people inside in all their oblivion. How they could live their lives in ignorance of all the things going on in the world, I had no idea. At that moment, I despised all the happy people in the world. Selfish, but that hardly seemed important. Heading in my direction, there was a pregnant woman pushing a pram with a toddler inside. My stomach churned.

I hurriedly crossed the road and started walking through the park on the other side. What was I going to with a baby? Pushing my hair out of my eyes, I shakily sank down onto a grubby park bench. I couldn't get rid of it; abortion wasn't something I believed in. I had heard and seen all the stories, been warned about how young motherhood ruined your life. And I had vehemently resolved never to let it happen to myself. How could I have been so stupid, so completely and utterly idiotic?

The thought of telling HIM resurfaced, and I had to fight the bile that was trying to erupt from my throat. It wasn't supposed to happen like this. My life was supposed to be inspirational- I was supposed to be a figure that young witches aspired to be like. I had had it all mapped out, every detail. And now there was no option but to leave it all behind and confine myself to a life of nothingness, empty of success.

All of a sudden, I saw my thoughts for what they were. Pathetic. Was I going to let this destroy me? Was I to become a useless teenager, wallowing in self-pity? If there was one thing I still possessed, it was my magical ability. Granted, the choices I had made of late hadn't been too smart, but I couldn't let a few wrong decisions rule my life. For gods sake, I was one of the most intelligent people of my age. All I had to do was turn this negative into a positive.
What was it the doctor had called it? A blessing in disguise. Perhaps not quite a blessing but maybe a challenge. Yes, I could view this as a challenge; simply a hurdle to overcome. I could get through this. And I could do it without losing all hope of being successful.

But there was one persons' help who I couldn't do without. Filled with resolve, I got up from the bench and strolled briskly back through the park. Across the road, two buildings down from the hospital was a phone booth. Jamming myself inside, I picked up the phone and dialed a number.
The person on the other end sounded tired, like they had been up all night.
"Hello?"
"It's Hermione," I said, my insides squirming. "I need your help."

Thoughts?