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I'm going to put up another poll soon asking if Fred should live or die. So start thinking about that!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I own only Willow as well as a few other people places and things. But that is all.

As predicted, Mrs. Wealsey was livid when she found out about us leaving Hogwarts. She separated me from the twins and as she gave us each a separate lecture. I was set in the room I shared with Ginny and Hermione as I awaited my turn. Every now and then I could hear her really shout, and put emphasis on certain words like "...CAN'T BELIEVE" "...CLOSE TO FINISHING" "WHERE DID I GO WRONG", and of course "...DRAG WILLOW INTO THIS".

I laid down on the bed, my head slightly cushioned by the pillow. The screaming stopped and I could hear stomping approach the door. With a bang the door flew open, relieving a not-to-happy Mrs. Weasley. I barely lifted my head from the pillow as she came stomping into the room. "You best look at me when I talk to you," she said standing over the bed, her hands on her hips. Her face was almost as red as her hair. I reluctantly sat up on the bed to face her.

"I am very very disappointed in you Willow Lamel. You were so close to finishing school! And from what I hear, you get top notch grades! What could possibly have possessed you to make you leave school so close to the end?"

I swallowed the large lump that was forming in my throat. Another one was right there to take its place. "I couldn't leave Fred," I choked out. Mrs. Weasley's stern, hard looked softened ever so slightly.

"I understand you're infatuation with my son, but that is no reason to leave school so close to finishing!"

I threw myself back on the bed. "I know! I know! It was incredibly stupid and I'm going to regret it for a long long time!" A few tears escaped my eyes.

It was a few moments before Mrs. Wealsey spoke again. I think she was taken aback slightly. She probably expected me to somehow justify my departure. There's really no reason other than the fact that I can't be away from Fred that long. I need to tell him I'm pregnant, I just don't know how.

Mrs. Wealsey sighed in frustration before continuing. "That's not the only reason why I'm upset. Fred and George said that they bought a place in Diagon Alley for their joke shop that also has a flat above it. They said that you would be joining them there."

"I'd have my own room." Now there's a bold face lie. Fred will indeed be sharing that room with me, but Mrs. Weasley doesn't need to know that.

"Now don't you start lying to me Willow. I am not in the mood for lies on top of everything else that has happened. I darn well know that George will be the one with his own room, and that you will be sharing with Fred." I remained silent. "You are too young for that! You're still children! And you've barely been dating, there's no need to rush these things." I just continued to cry. "Willow?"

"I'm sorry Mrs. Weasley! I really am! I know I screwed up! I screwed up so badly, again and again! I just can't do anything right!" As I sobbed into the bed, I felt Mrs. Weasley sit down next to me. She began to rub my back to try to sooth me. That seems to be happening to me a lot lately.

"I know you've made some mistakes Willow. We all have."

"But I bet they weren't as big and unfixable as mine," I grumbled. She gave my back a gentle pat.

"I may not be your mother, but since you've been dating Fred, I've started to think of you as my own." I smiled. "And I can help you fix this." I'm sure there's no way she can help me with my biggest problem though.

"How?" I asked anyway.

"Well you can start by not moving in with the twins. At least not just yet. If you're still with him in a few years then I don't see why you can't, but until then you can stay here."

"You mean you won't make me go home?" I was shocked. I thought for sure she would make me go back to America.

"Well here you'll be closer to Fred, but not too close. You can visit him when you like, and probably work in the shop as well. And Ginny adores having other girls around for her to talk to. I think it would be fine if you stayed here."

"Thank-you Mrs. Weasley!" I sat up and embraced her in a hug.

"It's not a problem deary. But I do expect you to help out around here." I nodded. With one more hug, she got up and left. I was slightly relieved. Sure she wouldn't let me move in with the twins, but she said I don't have to go home. Though I can't help but think that once she finds out about my little situation I'll be allowed to live with them. But on the plus side she didn't say anything about telling my mother. Or maybe it just slipped her mind in her angered state. Just to be safe, I'm not going to mention it.

Once I was sure Mrs. Weasley was gone, I got out a quill and a piece of parchment and quickly scribbled a letter to Tiff.

Dear Tiff,

You know I would never ask you this if it wasn't absolutely necessary. I need you to sneak out of school for an afternoon. I really really really, like a trillion times really need to talk to you. Some things have developed in me and Fred's relationship. Bad things and I need to talk to you about it. Face to face. Write back as soon as you can with a day and time. The best location would probably be Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour in Diagon Alley.

Willow

I heard footsteps approaching the door so I quickly folded the letter. "Knock, knock," Fred said, leaning on the doorframe. I motioned him in. "Mum told me about your little chat with her. I can't believe you agreed to stay here and not move in with me." He wrapped his arms around my waist from behind and planted a kiss on my temple.

"Well I thought it best to stay on your mother's good side. And I'll still get to see you whenever I want."

"Very true," He said, moving his lips down to my neck.

"Fred," I moaned, "what are you doing?"

"We're out of school now. We, or at least I can live by my own rules," I silently laughed, "And the house is practically empty since almost everyone else is either still at school or at work." He continued to nip at my neck from behind, while his hands started to make their way up my shirt, gliding over my stomach in the process.

My eyes shot open, ignoring the pleasure Fred was causing me. He touched my stomach, he has to know. There's no other reason why he would do that. Then Fred bit the sensitive spot on my neck as his hands grabbed my breasts over my bra. Oh yeah, he's trying to get me to shag him. That might be the reason.

As hard as it was, I pulled away from him. "I have to send a letter to Tiff."

"Can't you send it later?" He came forward and kissed me. I was like putty in his arms as he started to unbutton my jeans. "We're free adults, let's have some fun."

"Just keep your pants on," I said, once again pulling away from him. He pouted like a little child.

"But I don't wanna!" He stomped his foot for good measure. I sighed and rolled my eyes.

"We'll have some fun, but not just yet." He continued to pout. "Fred," I said in a mock warning tone.

"Fine, but you promise we'll have sex soon?"

"I promise," I said. I gave him a quick kiss before leaving the room to find an owl.

I finally found an owl and sent my letter. It had been several days and I still haven't gotten a reply. Fred and George are still staying at Grimmaul Place because things aren't completely settled with their shop. It had become very hard to put off having sex with Fred. He was bothering me about it every day. Not that I could really blame him. It's been quite awhile since we've shagged and he is a guy after all. Plus there aren't a lot of people in the house so it's a lot easier to find a place private.

After five long days, I finally got a letter back.

Willow,

This is asking a lot, but I can do it. Saturday at noon at wherever the hell you said. I hope everything is ok.

Tiff

Saturday? That's today. I got this letter just in time. It's about eight in the morning, just after I woke up. Breakfast would probably be ready soon, so I decided I better get dressed.

I was in my room, well my room for now until the others get back, putting my clothes on. Buttoning my jeans was becoming slightly difficult. I had to suck in my gut. With my jeans on, I looked for a shirt. On my way to the closet, I passed the full length mirror that was present in the room. I stood in front of in, in my bra and jeans, and looked at myself.

I placed my hands on my stomach and gave it a gentle pat. I still can't wrap my mind around the fact that there's a little baby growing in there. But there is, and it's caused me so much trouble. "It's your fault," I muttered, looking at the reflection of my stomach. "If you weren't around I wouldn't be in this mess."

"Willow!" Tonks said, busting through the door. I gasped and she froze in the doorway.

"Tonks don't you knock!" I scolded, dropping my hands instantaneously.

"Molly wants you to help set the table...Willow, are you pregnant?" She asked so easily. I rushed to her and practically threw her in the room, slamming the door behind her.

"Is it that obvious?" I asked, desperate to know. If she knows then possible everyone in the house knows!

"No," she said, looking at my stomach, "it was just a guess. I mean you were standing in front of the mirror holding your stomach and it doesn't take a genius to figure out that you and Fred have done it, so I just assumed. I had no idea I was right."

"You can't tell anyone," I said, drawing her attention back to my face.

"Does Fred know?"

"No, and promise you won't tell anyone," I said, stepping toward her.

"Alright, alright, but you should probably tell him soon. I mean, how far along are you?"

"Almost two months."

"And he still doesn't know? What are you waiting for?"

"I can't tell him!" I practically screamed. Then in a much quieter tone I said, "I'm going to talk to Tiff about it today."

"Well you better tell him soon."

"I know, I know. I'm just scared he'll hate me."

"He's not going to hate you. He loves you Willow. I see the way he looks at you during meals and how you snuggle up on the couch together. He won't hate you."

"Tell Molly I'll be down as soon as I finish getting dressed," I said going back to picking out a shirt.

"He won't hate you. Tell him," she said before leaving. He won't hate me; tell him. Easy for them to say.

From breakfast until noon it was easy to avoid Fred. Him and George left right after eating, saying they needed to go to the shop. I breathed a sigh of relief as Fred kissed me goodbye, saying he would be back for dinner.

When the time came, I told Mrs. Wealsey that I wanted to do some shopping in Diagon Alley and left before she could ask any questions. It wasn't hard to spot Tiff, as she was frantically pacing about. "WILLOW!" She screamed when she saw me. She came charging at me and practically knocked me down with her hug. I returned the embrace, almost instantly falling to pieces.

"Tiff," I sobbed out. She put her arm around me and led me to a table.

"It's ok, I'm here now. Now tell me what happened. Did he start hitting you? Are you wearing makeup to cover your bruises? Is he making it seem like it's your fault? It's not your fault," she said, beginning her ramble.

"No, Tiff, it's not his fault," I said.

"Yes it is, you did nothing wrong, he has no right to hit you."

"Tiff-"

"I'll kill him," she said, completely ignoring me. "I'll slit his throat then bathe in his blood. How does that sound?"

"Tiff no-"

"Right, you should be able to as well. We'll have a blood fight, like how some chicks have mud fights!"

"Tiff please let me-"

"And then we can burn the body! And we'll do one of the tribal dances as the body burns!"

"TIFFANY!" She instantly stopped her talking and looked at me.

"I want to be mad at you for using my full name, but I just can't."

"I'm pregnant," I said before she could ramble anymore. New tears were falling from my eyes. Her blue-green ones filled with sympathy as she leaned across the table and embraced me.

"Oh Willow," she said as I sobbed, "it's ok. I'm here for you." She pulled away and placed her hands on my shoulders. "I take it he took it pretty bad."

"I haven't told him yet," I whispered.

"Well why not! You said something bad happened. This isn't bad-"

"Yes it is! Tiff, this has ruined my whole life. I got accepted into the New York healing school and now I probably can't go because I dropped out of Hogwarts."

"But Willow-"

"I dropped out of Hogwarts. And you wanna know why? Because Fred was going to drop out and I couldn't be away from him that long with this huge weight on my shoulders."

"Tell him." Such a simple yet powerful statement. The same statement everyone's been telling me. But why can't they see it from my point of view? We're just children, as Mrs. Weasley said. We're far too young to be having a baby. And he's just now opening up a joke shop with his brother; his life is so perfect now. A kid would just ruin it.

"Willow Grace Lamel, tell him or I will," she said, folding her arms across her chest. I remained silent. "You know that if he does anything to hurt you, I'll always be here."

"I know," I whispered.

"Then tell him."

The first chapter of the brand new story! I'll also be posting previews for this story on The Exchange Student and From Different Places, just so everyone knows that its up!

And did anyone watch the Doctor Who Christmas Carol? And if you did, did you notice the Kazran, the old guy, was Dumbledore? I didn't until he said "Everyone must die" in that all-knowing Dumbledore voice. You know the voice I'm talking about. Well if you didn't notice, I suggest you go back a rewatch it. And did you see the Ood on the preview? I'm not sure how I feel about the Ood coming back. It just seems like it will be weird having them with Matt Smith and not David Tennant, but we shall see!

Ok, that's enough of my rambling. Make this new year a good one by sending a review!