Disclaimer: I do not own any of J. K. Rowling's characters or ideas. You get the point by now (I hope)

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Revelations...

Angelina woke again around nine, Mme. Pomfry, who had predicted this, was nearby and came to sit beside her, absent-mindedly stroking her hair.

"What's the matter child?" she asked, "Boy troubles? You don't seem the type to come crying to me if Fred broke up with you." Angelina bit back sobs, but the tears still came, salty rivulets streaming down her cheeks.

"It's not that." She wavered, fighting to keep her voice steady, "It's much worse." Mme. Pomfry responded by brushing the tears off her face. She waited patiently, knowing all would be revealed in good time. "I think, I'm pregnant" Angelica sobbed, her voice cracking. Her body shook each time a sob escaped, and Mme. Pomfry enveloped her in a mother's hug.

Mme. Pomfry stayed beside her, comforting her, stroking her tangled hair, until she fell into a natural sleep.