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Mistakes

Chapter 1

It was one time.

ONE TIME!

For the love of Merlin, all I wanted for my sixth year was a damn owl. Not even a good owl, just a none-stupid owl that actually sent my letters to the right people. Honestly, I didn't think that was too much to ask for. In fact, I thought it was quite sufficient.

What I didn't want? To get pregnant.

I was going to die.

Scratch that, be murdered.

Maybe I could run off the end of the Astronomy tower and make my death look like some freak accident. At least then I wouldn't be tortured with the cruciatus curse by my sister. In fact, I'm sure if I asked nice enough Bruce would Avada Kedavra me. Who am I kidding, he'd happily do it.

I looked down at the little white stick again as if the answer would have changed in the past minute I had been crying. Instead, I saw the incredibly happy smiley face grinning up at me as if it was a good thing I was sixteen and knocked up.

Damn.

WHY AM I BEING SO CALM RIGHT NOW?

Feeling like I was about to faint, I threw the stick at the bathroom wall and sunk onto the toilet. I was never leaving the bathroom again. No matter how much my roommates wanted to have a pee. I could live on toothpaste and shampoo, and if I get tired of them I would always have dental floss. Plus, I could drink from the toilet. Though I don't think that would be good for the baby growing inside me!

I started hyperventilating when I thought about an actually person growing inside me . . . and that I would have to push it out in seven months. Something bigger than a watermelon was going to be pushed from . . . down there. Labour had always freaked me out, especially after my Aunt Annie had a pretty nasty birth with Sage. Since that moment I had said I was never going to have children.

Little bit late on that one, Callie.

How the bloody hell was I going to give birth? I could barley commit to going to the toilet.

I raked my fingers through the roots of my hair as I felt my heart pick up to supersonic speed and I took a deep breath before I went into cardiac arrest. I didn't think I would actually be . . . pregnant. I thought maybe Merlin was giving me a scare, making me go through intense mental torture for a month and then when I actually did something about my problem it would turn out to be a stupid thought that I would laugh about in years to come. Obviously, I don't think in ten years time I will be laughing. I'll probably be a moody, homeless hag that shares a cardboard box with four strangers that talk to themselves and think they're in love with a dog.

Oh, and I'll have a child.

Bugger.

That was when I realized someone would actually be depending on me for their life. I was shit at taking care of things, it was actually the reason my dad wouldn't let me get my own owl. Once, when I was seven, dad gave me a pet fish. It died three days later from starvation. I'm pretty sure I'll be locked up if I did that to a human being, I couldn't just flush it down the toilet like I did with Bernard.

Oh, Merlin, what the hell is wrong with me? Is this what pregnancy brain is?

Feeling the sudden urge to shove my head down the toilet and never resurface, I wrapped my arms around my still flat stomach. Everyone was going to be affected by my stupid, stupid mistake.

James Sirius Potter was the obvious first victim. My dad was going to shoot him in the leg, hang him up on the Astronomy tower by his balls, and then decapitate him. Not to mention he would let my brother and uncles have a shot at James, too. Then they would throw his body into the Forbidden Forest and leave it to rot.

Mr and Mrs Potter would fall into deep depression that would eventually end up in suicide, leaving Albus and Lily to fend for themselves. Albus would be hell bent on revenge and turn insane while Lily will turn to prostitution so that she could earn enough money to live. My dad, Uncle and brother would be in Azkaban, leaving my two sisters in a deep state of helplessness that will lead them to live under a bridge in a box.

Not to mention the fact that I will have no family and have to live in a caravan at the end of Knockturn alley with my crazy, moody child that hates me because it does not have any money or family.

The rest of the Weasley's will one day find me in my caravan surrounded by alcohol and kill me in my sleep. Then they will all be sent to Azkaban, too, where they will meet my family and have an out-right war with them, resulting in many deaths.

Turning, I threw up all over the floor.

Just brilliant.

This is an idea I have had for a long, long time, but I always thought it was too cliché for my liking. However, I've decided I'm just going to try it out. I can't get the idea out of my head and I never will if I don't do something about it.

So, tell me what you think, please!

Thanks, Layla.