A young woman was sitting in a small office. She stared blankly ahead, oblivious to her surroundings. The door opened
and a middle aged woman wearing a white coat came in. She looked at the woman sitting by her desk, trying to decide how best
to break the news to her. She cleared her throat to get the other's attention. When the woman looked up at her, she put on the
most cheerful smile she could muster.
"Congratulations. It's positive, you're pregnant." Her patient didn't as much as blinked. The young woman's face remained
emotionless, her back stiff. The doctor suppressed a sigh. Instead, she sat at a chair behind her desk, looking at the other
expectantly.
"How far along am I?" the other asked coldly. She blinked at her in surprise.
"Three months…" she trailed. Her patient gave a nod.
"Thank you for your help, doctor. I'll send the check." The other replied and stood. She left the physician staring sadly at her
back.
The young woman stood by the mirror in her flat, staring at her reflection. Her hair lay flat and dry in her heart shaped
face, her eyes hollow, her lips a thin white line and her face pale. She was so skinny, that no one would've suspected she was
three months pregnant. Hadn't it been for the morning sickness she suffered, she wouldn't have made an appointment for a
check-up. She never thought pregnancy was the cause, she somehow thought it was an illness.
She closed her eyes with her head bowed as if in resignation. A single tear trailed across her cheek. She didn't brush it
off. It was the only emotion present. She opened her eyes and looked at herself in the mirror again. The woman was a pitiful,
miserable creature. She was Hermione Granger.