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Previously:

Oh, Ms. Potter!" she clapped. "You nearly gave me a fright. You looked so grave, child. Let's run a quick diagnostics test just to be sure. Everything will be fine. I'm sure Mr. Weasley will be delighted if it's positive."

Olivia tugged on the roots of her hair and hung her head in shame.

"I'm not so sure about that. Here's the crux of the matter; I'm not sure that this baby is even his."


October 12th, 2013

Infirmary, Hogwarts Castle, Scotland

The black-haired witch played with the hem line of her gray jumper while she waited for her mentor to process her secret. Hell, Olivia was still processing it all herself, but the former Gryffindor did find some relief in having said the words aloud.

"You're totally judging me right now," Olivia deadpanned, picking lint from her denim-clad legs. It was more of a statement than a question. "It's fine. I'm judging me too."

"I—," Madam Pomfrey stuttered. "do not judge, Miss Potter. I am a professional and for the moment you are my patient. This office is a judgement-free zone. You've only managed to surprise me that's all. Are you sure you're pregnant?"

Olivia began listing her ailments off on her fingers. "I have sore breasts. And there's the vomiting every day around tea time for the past ten days. I'm exhausted all the time and oh, my period is late. Those combined look like red flags for baby on board to me, Madam Pomfrey."

"Are you sure its not just stress?" Madam Pomfrey was using her soothing nurse voice, which made Olivia wonder if the woman had heard anything she'd said. "You're still finishing your Healer Certification Trials...that is hard work. You also said that your coworkers were still excited about your celebrity at the hospital, that too must make it difficult for you. Not to mention your—ahem—," she paused, clearing her throat. "Indiscretions. The stress of juggling multiple relationships could also induce similar symptoms."

It was Olivia's turn to stare, gaping like a fish. Only Madam Pomfrey could make her feel like an overly dramatic tramp and still sound nice about it.

Madam Pomfrey scooted back from her desk and turned to look at the journals on the bookshelf behind it.

"What are you doing?" Olivia asked.

"I'm pleased to tell you Miss Potter that there haven't been any teen pregnancies during my tenure as Matron Healer of Hogwarts," she said primly over her shoulder. "The tests you'll be needing are in my reference books. I need to look up a few spells before I start waving my wand about. You know how dangerous that can be."

A nervous chuckle fell from Olivia's lips. "Right, sorry," she said. "Research away."

While Madam Pomfrey looked up the spells, Olivia took a moment to stand and stretch her legs. In all the time she'd spent in the hospital wing, this was the first time she had been in Pomfrey's private office.

It was a modest sized room, with a desk and chairs. What surprised her most was the lack of portraits, most of the walls were covered with placards and bookshelves. In some way Olivia supposed that this did make sense; if there were no moving portraits that meant that none of the subjects inside could run off and spill secrets. This was probably one of the few places in the whole castle with some true privacy.

"Why don't we start by confirming your pregnancy," Madam Pomfrey said as she swept across the room.

"Olivia Potter, do you grant me, Poppy Pomfrey, permission to perform medicinal magic on your person?" She asked, as-per Healer custom. Now that Olivia wasn't a student, Madam Pomfrey had to have the consent to perform healing magic on her.

Olivia hummed in response and Madam Pomfrey raised her silver eyebrows expectantly.

Right, Olivia thought. Verbal consent.

"Yes, I, Olivia Potter, give you, Poppy Pomfrey permission to perform medicinal magic on my person."

"Good," Madam Pomfrey nodded. "Lift your jumper please. I need to point my wand at the flesh of the abdomen for this spell to work."

Olivia lifted her sweater, revealing her smooth stomach. With practiced hands, Madam Pomfrey lifted her wand and swished it in the air while saying, "Vitam Puerulus Revelio."

Olivia had seen this pregnancy charm cast a few times in the maternity ward of St. Mungo's, but she had yet to perform the spell herself. As she had anticipated, a marigold colored spark eject itself from Madam Pomfrey's wand and came sailing towards her belly. Olivia gasped as she felt a slight tingling sensation in her stomach. After a few moments the spark within her started pulsating on her skin with an orange glow.

Orange meant positive, Blue was negative.

"Well," Madam Pomfrey said, her voice was tentative as though she were gauging Olivia's reaction. "You were correct Miss Potter. You are with child. Would it all right if I do a fetal diagnostic charm?"

"Um, sure," Olivia whispered, touching her stomach.

It's real, she thought to herself. There's a baby in here. I'm gonna be a mum.

"Ouch!" Olivia yelped as Madam Pomfrey pulled her out of her reverie.

"Sorry dear," Madam Pomfrey said. "Just need a tiny drop of blood."

"I was having a moment," Olivia whimpered, clutching her finger.

"You've been under my care with broken bones and more traumatic episodes and bruises than I can even count, but a pricked finger does you in?" Madam Pomfrey teased.

"What can I say," Olivia said, pulling her jumper back in place. "Six years of relative peace in England will do that to a girl."

Olivia watched as Madam Pomfrey pressed her blood onto a piece of parchment.

Once more, the older witch took out her wand, this time tapping the sheet thrice while speaking an incantation. The women watched as Olivia's blood absorbed into the paper and slowly words began to appear on the page.

"According to this," Madam Pomfrey said. "You are about seven weeks pregnant. That means that your baby will be arriving in late May of next year or possibly early June. Unfortunately, it's too early to determine the baby's sex, but I can tell you the blood type is B positive and it looks like there is a seventy-five percent chance you child will develop Metamorphagi abilities."

"Metamorphagi," Olivia echoed, placing her hand over her nonexistent baby bump.

Just like Teddy, her godson.

"Yes," Madam Pomfrey confirmed. "It is the ability to change ones' appearance without using incantations or potions. I do believe that that magical trait is seen most commonly in the Black family, at least it is here in England. That helps us narrow down the paternity because I happen to know that Arthur Weasley's mother was Cedrella Black. And your grandmother, Dorea, was a Black as well. Its possible that rejoining the bloodlines of yourself and young Graham made the gene resurface. So this a good thing. If you plan to continue your relationship with Mr. Weasley that is."

But it wasn't a good thing, Olivia sighed inwardly. She felt her heart begin to race and suddenly it was too hot in this small space.

"Draco's mother was born into the Black family too," she groaned.

Madam Pomfrey's eyebrows raised into her hairline and she blinked at Olivia several times. "I beg your pardon?" she blanched.

"The other man in my life is Draco Malfoy," Olivia said, looking to the ceiling. Protectively, she wrapped her arms around her torso. "If what you're saying about the Metamorphagi trait is accurate, then he's a carrier of the gene too."

"Oh, Miss Potter," Madam Pomfrey said, her voice was sympathetic and equally scandalized.

The old woman looked as though she needed to sit down while Olivia wished more than anything she could have a three-finger glass of Firewhiskey.

"Would you like me to fire call Head Mistress McGonagall—," Madam Pomfrey suggested and at this point Olivia began to pace. "She's always been fond of you. Or I could send for Hermione. Having people close to you might make this easier."

"Please don't," Olivia begged. "McGonagall is…I can already picture her face and Hermione doesn't even know what's been going on with me. I'm too ashamed as it is. I can't tell them. Not yet."

"To be frank, Miss Potter, I think you should tell someone something," Madam Pomfrey urged impatiently. "Before long, you'll start to show."

"I know," Olivia said as she walked. Her hands were at her temples, rubbing agitatedly into her scalp.

"If you don't mind me asking, Olivia," Madam Pomfrey sighed. "How did this even come about? You and Mr. Malfoy...You and Mr. Weasley are engaged."

How did this even come about, indeed. Over the past week, Olivia had been asking herself that very same question many a time.

As her body stilled, the twenty-four year old savior extended her arm and stared at the ring Graham had bought. It was beautiful. An eighteen karat white gold band with a one karat round diamond encased regally in the center of smaller diamonds with more of those stones filling the top arch of the band.

"I love Graham," Olivia said matter-of-factly. "Draco and I were friends for a very long time until suddenly we were just…more."

"Are you in love with him? With Mr. Malfoy?" Madam Pomfrey asked from her desk.

Olivia's bright green eyes searched the room, she wondered when Madam Pomfrey had moved.

"I don't know."


Author's Note: So I'm still not 100 percent on who I want the baby's father to be or who I want Olivia to end up with. I've got it drafted out for a few combinations. Next chapter is going to be a flashback, there might be a lemon. I'd love to hear more of what you guys think. Who are you rooting for?