Ellie POV
"Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!" I murmur, staring at the muggle pregnancy test I stole from Madam Pomfrey's. I guess she thinks they're quicker than potions.
A small blue cross had appeared on the test meaning one thing, I was pregnant with Sirius Black's child.
My parents and basically my whole family are already disappointed with me. You see, I'm a pureblood however I was sorted into Gryffindor not Slytherin.
Mother threatened to kick me out and my siblings don't even speak to me anymore; the only reason I can still live at home is because of my father.
Holidays are awful, everyone pretends I'm not there and when they do speak to me it's forced and short.
Anyway this is really going to push them over the edge. Pregnant, an with the blood-traitors child. Dandy.
I shove the test into the pocket of my robes and leave the bathroom. Lily, Yasmin, Grace & Fiona are in the library studying for our newts; it's only September but they're already
worried.
Changing into some comfier clothes I head down to the common room to find some company.
'Bad idea, abort mission, abort, abort!' My mind screams at me when I see Sirius' tall form sprawled across the sofa.
Too late.
"Hey Els!" Sirius calls. Damn. I spin around to face the four Marauders.
"Where're you off to? You look like you've just seen a ghost." James laughs. I scowl at him and shove Sirius' legs off the sofa so I can sit down.
"What's got your wand in a knot?" Sirius jokes, placing his legs back where they were but across my lap this time.
"Wouldn't you like to know." I grumble incoherently.
"All righty then, we where just planning our next prank." James smirks evilly. "And we need your help."
"What? No way, last time you 'needed my help' I ended up in the hospital wing for a week!" I exclaim, frantically shaking my head.
"Aw Els." Sirius coos sarcastically. "It won't happen this time."
I snort in disbelief and pick up a book of the table 'Quidditch through the ages'.
"No." I say, when Sirius prods me with his foot.
"I haven't even asked yet." Sirius whines. I decide to ignore him at the moment as I'm still very ticked off at the whole me being pregnant with his child thing.
"James, when's our next Quidditch match?" I ask, looking up from my book.
"Two weeks." James replies. "Where's Lily?"
"The library." I reply, knowing of his complete obsession with my best friend.
Peter follows after James as he heads of to find Lily.
"I'm going to bed." Remus states, yawning as he pulls himself up out of the armchair he's occupying.
"Night." I replying, even though the sun hasn't even finished setting yet. Tomorrows the full moon. I'm the only person other than the Marauders that knows about Remus being a werewolf.
Remus and I knew each other before Hogwarts, my family didn't really approve of him being my friend but they didn't complain.
"At least he has magical blood." They used to say. Arrogant pigs.
Anyway he's still my closest friend, even Lily and I aren't as close as Remus and I. It was only natural that I was friend with James, Peter and Sirius after Remus befriended them in First Year.
I glance awkwardly over at Sirius, awkwardly because we try to not be alone together much. At the Gryffindor Quidditch Cup victory party last year we both had a little too much Fire whiskey and ended up in bed together.
Now a month into Seventh Year and we've managed not to be in too many awkward situations yet.
"So, Quidditch practice tomorrow morning." Sirius says, breaking the silence.
"Oh crap." I exclaim before clapping a hand over my mouth. Sirius and I had sex at the end of June and it's now the end of September which means I'm three months pregnant.
Should I really be flying around, very high in the air, with bludgers being hit at me? No. But everyone will get suspicious if I leave the team.
"Els? Ellie!" Sirius shouts, waving a dirty socked foot in my face. I recoil away from the foot and look over at the boy.
His messy brown hair looks as if a group of Cornish Pixies have been living in it as usual but his face is concerned, not an expression usually associated with Sirius Black.
"I have to go." I say, shoving his legs off of me and placing the book back on the table. I've decided that in my current situation I need to confide in someone. And that someone is Lily Evans.