Live your life with arms wide open Today is where your book begins The rest is still unwritten

Unwritten by: Natasha Bedingfield

Harry s Point Of View:

The first three days of summer vacation were, unfortunately uneventful. Things were not going well for me. Sarah was still acting really strange, and I didn t understand why. She had never acted this way before. I was beginning to fear the worst: She was breaking up with me. I had to admit, I hated the sound of that thought. I loved Sarah, even all the things people thought were bad; I found them cute.

I gave an annoyed sigh, causing my family to look at me. We were in the process of having dinner, and they all gave me the same look, you know the one. It just screams they have no clue what the hell was wrong with me. Katalina looked at me with sympathy, and I just looked at my plate, still full of food. I had no appetite, not with my mind swimming with the thoughts of Sarah.

I gave my sister an annoyed glance as she tried to get my attention, then promptly walked up to my room, shutting the door rather loudly. I looked at the picture of me and Sarah, on Valentines Day of this year. She was grinning madly and I was laughing at something, probably Kit-Kat, who'd taken the picture.

Kat knocked before entering and shutting the door, she sat beside me and said, "Harry, it's going to be fine. Sarah s probably just in a mood. It will pass." she encouraged, and I shook my head. "No, it won t. Kat, I think she s going to break up with me." I said miserably, and she laughed.

"Harry! No she will not! She loves you, and the two of you were meant to be. I mean, she might be PMSing or something." she said, and I laughed before shaking my head, and then freezing. I knew Sarah's cycle well enough, because when she had her period was when we couldn t have sex. As far as I knew, she hadn t had it in a while. The thought scared me.

I was currently standing on the doorstep of the St. Claire home. Sarah's father answered the door, before leaving for work. That left me and Sarah alone, and I took advantage of the time to question her. "Sarah, what s wrong?" I asked, and she sighed before sitting on her bed.

I followed suit without thinking and she promptly began to sob. "Harry, I love you, so, so much. I don t deserve you." she wailed, and I sighed, she was unbelievable! "Sarah, I love you, too, and if anything, I don t deserve you. I m just going to come out and ask, ok?" I said, and she looked at me.

"Are you pregnant?" I was blunt about it, because I had no clue how to go about it any other way. She sat very still, and then bit her lip, pondering my question. She took too long, and I was positive the answer was yes. She stared at me and then slowly nodded, and I closed my eyes.

This had to be a dream. Even though I had figured it out yesterday, the fact I was right about it hit me hard. I opened my eyes to find Sarah staring at me nervously, as if I was about to get up and start yelling, or bolt. I did neither, I stared right back at her, and then got bored and kissed her.

"Your not upset?" she asked, and I sighed. "Sarah, I cant be upset, especially at you. I had a part in this too, remember? It s just as much my fault as it is yours." I told her firmly. No way was I going to be one of those guys who blamed it on the girl and then ran away. I wasn t like that, not at all. I planned to stick by Sarah, no matter what.

Sarah and I spent the rest of our day alone, just happy to be spending time together, and I was just so happy to have her back to normal, I let her rave and rant about the last few days. I enjoyed spending time together with her. I loved her so much, and I don t think anyone could take her place.

About the time I walked through the sitting room of my house was when I realized the next step in my and Sarah s journey to the unknown: Telling our parents. Oh, boy, would that be fun. I could think of a million things I d rather do, including stabbing my eyes out and facing Voldemort.

With those wonderful thoughts(Note my sarcasm here) I headed up to my room, where I lay on my bed until my mother thought it best to come check if I was alive. She smiled at me, and I returned it, I loved her, and even though I knew we weren t biologically connected, we definitely had a great relationship.

"Harry, are you ok? I hear you and Sarah aren t doing so good." she asked. I silently cursed Katalina to the darkest pits of hell, before sighing. "We re ok, now. We talked today, and it s sorted. I have a bigger problem now. I cant say right now, but I m sure you ll know shortly." I told her, and she looked puzzled.

"Mum, is dinner ready yet?" I asked, in an attempt to distract her, she chuckled, and I was glad she was deterred from the dangerous waters of Sarah s pregnancy. I didn t need her to know right now, I had to wait for Sarah s ok first. "C'mon, you bottomless pit, set the table." she said. I followed her and set the table obediently.

At dinner, it was quiet, but not the awkward quiet, the good kind of quiet. This, of course, was interrupted by the doorbell, and dad getting up to answer it. He came back with Professor Dumbledore at his side, looking quite shocked, and possibly scared. It was strange; in all my years of knowing Dumbledore, or Double D, as our group called him, I had never seen him scared, or shocked.

He just always knew things; there was no keeping secrets at Hogwarts, because Dumbledore always knew. He was a mysterious man with a long white beard and half-moon glasses. He wore purple robes with white stars and his eyes were a piercing blue, he was rather intimidating at times.

But, now, as he stood in our kitchen, he frightened me. I could tell by looking around, that my whole family was getting scared, just because he was scared. "Professor, are you ok?" I asked, somewhat timidly. His eyes pierced through mine, and he soon gave a chuckle. "I'm fine, dear Harry. But, I must ask you and your family to come with me." he said, and I frowned at the statement.

I briefly wondered if he knew about Sarah, and then, as we got ready to leave, I wondered if Sarah was ok. "Sir, what s going on?" I asked, he shook his head and then pulled out a port key. "Grab a hold. On the count of three. One, two, three!" I felt the familiar tug behind my navel and we were soon spinning.

We landed hard, and I looked around curiously, I didn t recognize this place at all, but it didn t matter, because Sarah rushed into my arms, and I held her. I could tell she was scared, but, hell, we all were. It wasn t everyday a frightened Dumbledore comes to your house and takes you somewhere unknown.

As if reading my thoughts, Dumbledore smiled, "Welcome, everyone, to the Safe Haven. Everyone will be staying here together until I give the say so that you can leave. These are dark times, and we must all be cautious. So, if you don t know someone, then now is the time to introduce yourselves. Your names are on the doors to your rooms. Good night, everyone." he said.

With that speech, he was gone, just like that. It left everyone, especially us kids, even more confused. A chatter soon broke out and I looked around the Safe Haven, aka my new home for however long. It was actually quite nice, and I'd bet anything it was underground. I sighed, and motioned at Sarah, Kat, and Jayme to follow me, so we could explore.

The place wasn t half bad, I decided after a brief look around. I found that Sarah and I would be sharing a room, and I grinned. Dumbledore really did know everything, but that thought rather made me uncomfortable. Just thinking he knew me and Sarah had sex made me feel weird, but I didn t know why.

Sarah noticed this as well, and smiled, "Well, if Dumbledore says it, then our parents have to endure it!" she told me. Knowing Sarah, I doubt she even cared that Dumbledore knew we had sex. She wasn t self conscious at all, and I wasn t sure if that was a good thing or a bad one. Our room was, to be honest, one of the greatest rooms ever! It had cherry wood floors, and the walls of the common room were a pale gold color. The furniture was white, and a gold rug was in front of the fireplace.

Our room had a huge four-poster king size bed and two wardrobes. It was what was in the corner, however, that made my breath catch. A cradle, painted white, with pastel yellow padding and blankets. There was a teddy bear in it as well. Oh, yes, Dumbledore knew about the baby. I thought.

Up until then, I hadn t thought about that word: baby. The only thing I had thought about was Sarah being pregnant. The word baby hadn t crossed my mind, and it made me nervous. In about eight or nine months, I would be a father, and have a baby. The thought scared me, to be frank, shitless.

Sarah gasped as she saw the cradle, then chuckled as she picked up the bear. "Dumbledore always knows." she murmured softly, and then kissed my cheek. "Come on, lets go tell Kat and Jayme." she said. I followed her silently, and hoping that I could do this. I was terrified, I was only 16! I couldn t have a kid!

I was slowly but surely panicking.