A/N I don't own Harry Potter.
Minerva walked slowly into the hospital wing, her eyes unfocused. She leaned against the door, waiting for Poppy to finish treating a student. Poppy quickly finished bandaging the student's hand and sent them to their dormitory.
"Minerva? What's going on?" Minerva rarely came to the hospital wing voluntarily and when she did, she didn't waste time waiting for Poppy to finish treating students. As Minerva walked slowly toward Poppy, Poppy noticed that Minerva's eyes were red-rimmed, watery, and bloodshot. "Mina, what's wrong?" She hadn't seen Minerva this uncertain since the time Minerva was deciding whether or not to marry Dougal McGregor. Minerva swayed a bit and Poppy grabbed her arm. Leading Minerva sit on the closest bed, she asked again, "Minni, are you alright?" Minerva didn't respond, so Poppy lifted Minerva's chin. Their eyes met, and Poppy could see the fear, misery, uncertainty, and despair in Minerva's eyes. "Min, what's wrong? Can you please tell me? You're scaring me." Minerva nodded slowly.
"I don't know what to do. I thought about it, but it's not fair, not when they wouldn't have a chance. But it would change everything!" Minerva broke off and buried her face in Poppy's stomach. Poppy hesitantly hugged Minerva.
"Mina, who are 'they' and what do you mean by 'it'?" As Poppy asked the question, the answer hit her. Poppy got out her wand and shot a diagnostic spell at Minerva. Minerva's stomach glowed yellow. Poppy's eye's widened and Minerva sobbed harder. "Oh damn, Minerva. What did you do?" Poppy mumbled to herself, not meaning for Minerva to hear. Minerva did though, and Poppy felt her tense up. "Min, do you know who fathered the child? Do you know how far along you are?"
"No," Minerva choked out. "Poppy, what do I do? I can't bring a fatherless child into the world right now! Not while You-Know-Who is on the rise! I'm scared, Poppy." She whispered the last sentence and looked her friend in the eye.
"Minni, you have three options. Abort it, give it up for adoption, or raise it yourself. You could take a personal leave to raise the child or you could get a house-elf or you could raise it at Hogwarts. I know a couple who want a child but can't conceive and would be happy to take the child if you want to give it up for adoption. And I'm sure Horace would brew a potion to abort the child if you ask him." Minerva glared at Poppy.
"I'm not killing a child to fix my mistakes, Poppy! I'm also not going to put my child in the care of people I know nothing about! But I don't know anything about raising kids! God, Poppy, I really fucked up this time, didn't I. But I'm keeping the child. I'm fixing my mistake. Once I find out who fathered the child, I'll hex their bits off." Poppy flinched at the expletive. Minerva really regretted this. Poppy was glad Minerva wasn't crying anymore, though. Grabbing Minerva's arm, she pulled her into a standing position.
"Well, you learned something." Minerva glanced at her, curiosity sparking in her eyes. "Use a contraceptive charm next time!" Minerva blushed and punched Poppy in the shoulder. "Ow, that hurt," laughed Poppy. "You better watch it. Come on, we need to tell Albus about the child so we can arrange how you'll raise it." Minerva's smile faltered, but she followed Poppy out of the hospital wing to Albus' office.