A/N: Still disturbing, and it's gonna get worse.



Losing it



I pushed past Madam Pomfrey, and placed Lily as gently as I could on the nearest bed. She had broken out in a cold sweat and was shaking like a thing possessed. Madam Pomfrey looked at her in amazement, and then composed herself and looked at me.

"What happened to her?"

I just stood there. She had to be told, but how? I must have looked like a startled fish, just gaping at her as if she were mad.

"Look, I know you all get into a lot of trouble around this place, but this girl is in a bad way here, so what in damnation happened to her?"

"I don't know, she just collapsed in the entrance hall...Sh-she hadn't been feeling well all day, and she... she's, well, she thought she was...pregnant..."

Now it was her turn to look like a startled fish. In all her years at Hogwarts (and even back then she'd been there a long time) and all the weird and shocking magical afflictions she'd seen, this was obviously one she'd not heard before.

She once again regained her wits, and began fetching various things from near and around her desk.

"Pull the screens around the bed, and pass me that." She pointed at what I recognised as a muggle stethoscope. I passed it over, and as she worked she began asking questions. Questions I found very hard to answer.

"Does anyone know about this?"

"No, just me...and her, obviously."

She just looked up at me with a similar look to the one I was given by lily for asking my stupid questions.

"Look! I'm sorry, but I am NOT used to this kind of situation! She's my best friend, and I am very bloody worried! Its not like I have had to do this before, you know! Forgive me the odd stupid comment, but I would like to see YOU cope with this any better at 16!"

I had gone into full-blown hysteria. I fully expected my eyes had bleached, my skin had become blotchy and my canine teeth were going to grow. I have never known why, but when I panic or get angry, the vampire in me shines through. I guess that it was some sort of defence system, and my God, it worked.

"I'm sorry! Alright, how far along was she?"

"She didn't know. The closest guess I can give you is between 2 ½ and 3 ½ months."

"Right. From the look of her 3 months is about right, and..."

For the first time she looked up from her work at me, and I swear she had a tear in her eye.

"And I think...I think that she will lose the baby at the very least."

I just closed my eyes, and time stood still. I will never forget how cold and lonely I felt as soon as she said that. A shiver shot down my spine as I realised that I may have spoken to a conscious Lily for the last time. I would have stayed there for longer but...