Chapter 1: The News

Dear Faithful Journal,

I'm sitting on the ledge in my dormitory, waiting for Hermione to come upstairs. I told her that I had some huge news and it would shock her something awful. I still couldn't believe it. It had been my first time! Needless to say, my mom couldn't be happier, mind you she probably wanted me to have been older, but she always wanted grand kids. Yep, I'm pregnant. 17-year-old Abigail Porter, pregnant with Harry Potters child, and the best part of this is, he doesn't know! I know I should tell him, but well there just hasn't been a good time, I swear! First there was the battle between him and Voldemort, then the N.E.W.T's and now, since we both want different things in life, we split up. I just know that Hermione is going to lecture me on this…oh boy she just walked in.

Forever yours,

-Abby

"Well, you wanted to tell me 'something very shocking'" Hermione teased, but stopped as she looked at her best friends face. She had noticed that Abby had been feeling sick now for a few weeks, but she still refused to go to Madame Pomphfrey. She was really starting to worry about her, especially now, and she looked at her closely. She was really pale, more so then normal, and her blue, normally shining eyes looked dull. Her shoulder length, straight brown hair looked limp and even her magic skills seemed off.

"Hermione, I think you should probably sit down…" Abigail said, pointing to her friend's bed. She watched as her best friend for a little over 2 years sat down. She started to pace, before finally stopping in front of her friend and taking a deep breath.

"Okay Mione, I don't really know how else to say it, so I'll just come right out. Please, don't tell anyone, and please don't freak out!" Hermione watched her friend looked at her with tears in her eyes, looking like she would break if she didn't comply. She nodded slowly, now very curious about what was going on.

"Hermione, I-…I'm pregnant." There, she finally said it, now all she did was pray that her best friend would stick with her. She watched Hermione open and close her mouth a few times before finally asking, "are…are you sure?"

She gasped a little as Abby nodded her head. She then took a deep breath, let it go and calmly said, "tell me everything."

Abigail and Harry were sitting in the room of requirement a month after Harry had just beat Voldemort. They both recently got out of the hospital wing after being in there for almost those whole two weeks after sustaining injuries in the battle. They were sitting on the couch, Abby leaning on Harry, just thinking about how calm it was now that the war was over. Then Harry cleared his throat before speaking.

"Abby, I've been meaning to tell you something for a while now…"

She looked up at him, wondering what he was going to say.

"Abby, I love you-"

"I know that silly!" she teased, after all they told each other that almost every day.

"That's not it…okay, well Abby I love you and right now I feel closer to you then anyone else, even Ron! And well…" He trailed off, looking into her eyes. Slowly he leaned in and kissed her. First softly, then with a little more force.

"And well, you can probably guess where that lead to…" Abby told her friend while blushing. "Over the next month, we were closer then ever, until we both came to the conclusion that it might be better to go our separate ways, since we will be going in different directions with our lives. It was a hard choice, but I think we made the right one…until now. Hermione, I don't know what to do!"

Hermione sat there a few minutes just absorbing everything that her friend told her. She watched the tears run down her friends face. Finally, she said, "well, you should tell him."

"But Hermione…I can't! I don't want to ruin his life! He has a whole career of being the best auror of his time, and I don't want him to worry."

"So instead, you're going to become a healer while raising a child by yourself?!"

"Well, my mum said she would help me…plus, how hard can it be? I mean my mum raised my sister and me by herself! So I should be able to raise 1 kid!"

"But Abby, but that time your mom was older and you and your sister weren't babies!"

"Hermione, I'll tell him…sometime, just not now" She watched her friend take a deep breath, while looking at her carefully.

"Ok. But only because we'll be sharing an apartment."

"We will? Oh! I remember now, we made that promise at the end of our 6th year right?"

"Yep, and I plan on keeping it, now more then ever."

"Thanks Mione! Can I ask you 1 more thing?"

"…Yes…"

"Would you be its godmother?" She laughed as her friend almost jumped on her as they squealed and hugged, like they had been separated for years.