disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, just Arabella. The first official chapter! WAHO! Sort of short, but the next one will be longer. I promise. Hope you guys like it.

Arabella's Mess

Arabella Black's life was a complete and utter mess. But what else was new?

It has been a month since the Battle of Hogwarts and a couple weeks since she buried Remus Lupin and Nymphadora Tonks. She remembered that day very well. She had convinced Andromeda to bury them in Godric's Hollow, next to Remus's friends and family. It didn't take a very sad and quiet Andromeda to agree.

The funeral was short as neither of them could stand the pain of burying their loved ones. Harry held Teddy as Andromeda cried and as Arabella cried. He tried to comfort Arabella, but she wasn't in the mood to be touched by anybody that day. The Weasleys were at the Burrow as they buried Fred Weasley a few days before and Hermione Granger had hopped on a plane after Fred's funeral in search for her parents, and just to get away from the mess of the wizarding world.

Teddy Lupin was a handsome little baby. He cried and he laughed most days. His hair was a constant change of colour that brightened up anybody's day. He was the only thing that kept Andromeda sane after the loss of her husband, her daughter, and her son-in-law. He kept Harry sane and everybody else. He made everybody else happy except for Arabella.

After the Battle, Harry moved in with her in Grimmauld Place and they stayed together in that horrible house. He worked with Ron and Neville at the Auror Department rounding off the last Death Eaters while Arabella just roamed around the house aimlessly, searching for something to do. She cleaned the rooms, scrubbed the floors and dusted every inch of that place just so she could do something. She even contemplated talking to Walburga Black just so she could do something.

But today was a different day for her. Today was the day of her appointment at St. Mungo's. She made the appointment a couple days ago and didn't tell anyone about it. Harry, Andromeda, Hermione, or Ron didn't know what she was doing. It was probably a false alarm anyways. She was only eighteen for Merlin's sakes!

Arabella didn't need this extra stress and this extra baggage in her life right now. But she still went to St. Mungo's, waiting for her name to be called and to get this over with. There were other people sitting there. They all were alone; none of them came with another person. They were all in the same boat as Arabella. Each crying and realizing what was going to happen to them. Just had just been through a war and now they were going to have to –

'Arabella Black.'

Every eye in the room snapped towards her. The sobbing woman in front of her gave her an encouraging smile with the one towards her left just glared at her. She did that with everyone. The others continued on as though they heard nothing. They weren't bothered with what was happening to Arabella. Arabella slowly got up and walked towards the receptionist who called her name.

'Room 12, Miss Black. The Healer should be with you shortly.'

Arabella nodded as she entered the room indicated. She sat on the examining chair and waited, fiddling with her fingers and biting her lips and kicking her legs in the air. She peeled the skin on her lips and now her lips were bleeding. Great. What's one more bleed in her life? A small little bleeding cut on her lips and she was picking at it with her fingernail.

She waited for a long time. The room was big and white and she was scared. This was going to be a defining moment in her life and it couldn't have come at a worse time. She felt as though she was about to puke once again. Do they have to keep their patients waiting? Is this their torture mechanism? Keep their patients in a big room all alone so that their anxiety and fears will surface inside them to the point of breaking them so that they would spill their secrets and their fears and – and –

The door finally opened and Arabella took a deep sigh of relief. She finally wasn't alone in the room anymore. A middle-aged black woman walked in with a big smile on her face and that smile was warm and reassuring. That smile brought Arabella to ease. She had dark hair to her shoulders, a head or so taller than Arabella and she was wearing the formal Healer uniform with some charts in her hands.

'Hello, Miss Black,' the Healer said cheerfully. 'How are you this morning?'

'Um, fine,' said Arabella, giving her a tight smile.

'Good,' said the Healer, taking a seat on a chair in front of the examining chair and flipping through the charts. 'Now, my name is Suzanne Wardell, but you can call me Sunny, everybody else does.'

Arabella nodded. 'Okay, Sunny.'

'Now, lift up your shirt, please,' said Sunny, putting the charts on another chair. 'This shouldn't take too long.'

Sunny took out her wand as Arabella lifted up her shirt, exposing her stomach area. Sunny waved her wand and muttered a spell under her breath that Arabella had never heard off. She read over her charts once again and wrote a few things down. The tension as maddening for Arabella.

'So, how did you get the name Sunny?' Arabella asked nervously. 'Why does everybody call you that?'

'Well, a patient called me that a long time ago,' said Sunny, smiling at her. 'She called me her ray of sunshine. I delivered her twins years and years ago. Girl and boy. Troubling birth, but it worked out in the end. Everybody started calling me Sunny after that. It stuck and… never went away after that.'

'You've… always been a Healer?'

'My first and only choice. It's been nice and it's been tough. But the good always weighs out the bad. Are you scared?'

Arabella sighed. 'Terrified. Too young.'

'And yet you fought a war,' commented Sunny.

'That was different,' said Arabella. 'That was horrible, but this…'

Her voice trailed off as tears wheeled up in her eyes. Sunny was looking at her in pity as she gently touched Arabella's hand. Arabella took a big sniff and gave a tight smile that had no warmth in them, not like Sunny's.

'I have to tell you,' said Sunny, squeezing her hand for a moment. 'You know that.'

'Yeah, I know,' said Arabella, nodding. 'But saying it out loud will make it true, and I don't want it to be true.'

'Honey,' said Sunny, 'you're pregnant. You can't run away from something like that.'

Sunny clearly didn't know Arabella well enough. Running away from things were her speciality. But how was she going to run away from a kid she clearly didn't want?

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