A Slight Change Chapter 11: She Will Be Loved, a harry potter fanfic

A SLIGHT CHANGE CH. 11- SHE WILL BE LOVED

DISCLAIMER- Ha. That's funny. You thought I owned all of this. Yeah, right. Just some and you know what they are.

AN- I forgot to post this with Chapitero 10, so here it is. Ha. I forgot. Ha, Mountain Dew is good. So is having three cans of it while writing. Oh, hey, I'm not done with this chapter. Damn.

QueenCrissCross- Truly, I am sorry if I offended you with the relationship between Snape and Lupin. I myself am 15, but I love the character of Remus Lupin and I love Alan Rickman (Snape is creepy, so I made him a good guy) and I thought it'd be wonderful if I can get two totally awesome guys together. I tried Remus and Tonks and I just couldn't write that. Sorry.

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Beauty queen of only eighteen

She had some trouble with herself

He was always there to help her

She always belonged to someone else

I drove for miles and miles

And wound up at your door

I've had you so many times but somehow

I want more

I don't mind spending everyday

Out on your corner in the pouring rain

Look for the girl with the broken smile

Ask her if she wants to stay awhile

And she will be loved

Tap on my window, knock on my door

I want to make you feel beautiful

I know I tend to get so insecure

It doesn't matter anymore

It's not always rainbows and butterflies

It's compromise that moves us along

My heart is full and my door's always open

You can come anytime you want

I don't mind spending everyday

Out on your corner in the pouring rain, oh

Look for the girl with the broken smile

Ask her if she wants to stay awhile

And she will be loved

I know where you hide

Alone in your car

Know all of the things that make you who you are

I know that goodbye means nothing at all

Comes back and begs me to catch her every time she falls

Tap on my window, knock on my door

I want to make you feel beautiful

I don't mind spending every day

Out on your corner in the pouring rain

Look for the girl with the broken smile

Ask her if she wants to stay awhile

And she will be loved

Please don't try so hard to say goodbye

I don't mind spending everyday

Out on your corner in the pouring rain

Please don't try so hard to say goodbye

"She Will Be Loved"- Maroon 5

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I stared at Mrs. Weasley in disbelief. Get rid of my child? Surely that was a possibility. I mean, if I am pregnant, it would be with the child of a Death Eater. But still, it's not the kid's fault. I will not get rid of my baby. If there is a baby.

"No," I said sternly. "If I am pregnant, I am going to have the baby."

"Maybe we should have Poppy check you out. You've met Madame Pomfrey, have you not?"

"Yes, ma'am, I have."

"Okay. I'll see if she can Floo over here. Oh, dear." She waddled over to the fireplace and called out, "Poppy? Poppy, are you in?"

Madame Pomfrey's plump face appeared in the fireplace, a look of annoyance spread on it. "Oh, hello, Molly. How are you?"

"I've been better. Um, do you have a moment to spare? It's kind of an emergency."

"Well, um… okay." Her whole body emerged from the fireplace. How do they do that? That's just… wow. "What is it?"

"Hi, Madame Pomfrey," I said sheepishly.

"Well, hello, Lorelai. Are you sick?"

"Well, see, that's where you come in. I talked to Mrs. Weasley after I've woken up, vomiting, for the past week or so and we both decided… I think I'm pregnant."

"Oh, my!" Her hand flew to her mouth. She whispered, looking a little uncomfortable, "Is it Harry's?"

"No!" I said, very loudly. I sighed before continuing. "I was helping Dad and all of them to fight Voldemort. The Death Eaters caught me and Sirius while we were spying and they… raped me." I flinched at the evil memories those words brought me.

Madame Pomfrey's face paled as she searched for words. "Well, this… this is quite a predicament. I guess I should check to see if you are indeed pregnant."

"Okay. Will it hurt?"

"No, not at all."

"All right."

She took her wand out of her apron and, laying me down on the couch, pointed it to my stomach. "If you are pregnant, a blue or pink aura will envelop you, depending on the sex of the baby. If not, then there will be nothing. Ready?" I nodded. "Pregananto!"

We were silent and still for a few moments, not even daring to breathe. When a wisp of blue smoke began to emerge from my stomach, we all gasped. I was pregnant. With a son. A Death Eater's son.

"Dear God," Mrs. Weasley breathed.

I closed my eyes for a second and when I opened them, I saw my friends and family standing behind the two ladies, their faces full of surprise.

"Congratulations?" Ron offered.

"You're pregnant," Mom sighed. "How did…? Hell, Lor, the Death Eaters?"

I only nodded, still not believing what was happening. This was all just a bad dream. I'm still asleep at my home in California, in my nice warm bed. Yeah, in the morning, Mom and I are going to Disneyland. But that's the dream and this is reality.

"That's not… it's a boy," Harry said. Again, I nodded. "Are you going to keep it?" Nod. "I'll help you."

I stared, dumbfounded, at Harry. "What?"

"I'll help you," he repeated, sounding surer of his decision. "I mean, I'm your boyfriend and all, so I should help you. The baby's gotta have a father, right?"

"Harry…"

"No. I'm helping. End of discussion."

"I'll help, too," Hermione added, giving me a warm smile.

"Me, too." Ron sat down next to me, holding my hand in his. Soon, everyone was volunteering to help me take care of my baby. My friends, my family…

I started to cry.

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That night, I couldn't sleep at all. Thoughts of that dreadful day kept rushing back to me and then that made me remember that I was carrying a Death Eater's child. I'm only a child myself. 15 years isn't even a quarter of my life! Was I even ready to be a mom? Shoot, I have enough trouble taking care of myself! And what about school? I don't want to drop out and ruin any chance for a good future!

I slipped out of bed and quietly made my way to Harry and Ron's room. Ron was snoring loudly so I was pretty sure Harry and I had at least some privacy.

"Harry?"

He groaned sleepily. "Huh?"

"Harry…" I sniffed back the tears. "I'm not ready."

"Lor?" He sat up in bed and motioned for me to join him. "What's wrong?"

"I'm not ready to be a mom. It's too soon. The baby's gonna have the crappiest life. Oh, geez, Harry."

"Hey, quit it. The baby is going to have the best life. He'll have the greatest mother anyone can ask for and a family that will care for him no matter what. You might not be ready for a child right now but you still have nine months to ready yourself. I'm sure there are books and stuff you could read and Hermione was talking about some sort of class."

"Lamaze."

"Right. Lamaze class. We can go to that, you and me. You'll be fine. We'll be fine. Our son will have a wonderful life."

I gave him a watery smile. "You called him 'our son'. You don't have to do this, Harry."

"I want to. I think I'll make a good dad."

"Me, too." I snuggled closer to him. "Do you mind if I sleep here tonight?"

"No."

"Okay. Good night."

"Good night, Lor."

I don't know if it was meant for me to hear, but a few minutes later, I heard him whisper, "I love you." After that, I slipped into a dreamless sleep.

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Weeks became months and soon, I was three months into the pregnancy. Madame Pomfrey visited weekly to check on me and make sure everything was going smoothly, which was really nice of her.

But Ron was definitely the sweetest guy during this time. He was taking his "Uncle Ronnie" role very seriously. Everyday he spoke to my growing stomach, telling my unborn son what happened that day and the history of myself and everybody else in the house. It was so cute, though, because if anyone else caught him in the act, he'd get all flustered and embarrassed. It was the sweetest thing I'd ever seen.

Oh, and Remy and Sev? They are going to make the best grandparents. Remus is, of course, the concerned, sweet father, constantly fussing over me. Fluffing my pillow before going to bed, asking if I wanted anything to eat or drink, and shoving book upon book on me dealing with pregnancy and raising a child.

Severus, on the other hand, was one of those guys who cared so much but acted like he didn't. If anyone else was around, he'd stand back and watch the crowd. But if he was the only guy (or Remus was there) with me, he was a completely different man. He read books to me like I was a young girl, he talked to me at night when I couldn't sleep, and he made me potions for the extremely spur-of-the-moment mood swings. Thank God for Severus Snape.

Oh, geez, I've got to tell you about poor Harry coming on to me when I was in the middle of a tyrannosaurus mood swing.

Okay, so I was sitting on the couch watching The Lion King and I was bawling because Mufasa just died when Harry walked in. now this was a few days after both of our birthdays (his was July 31st and mine was August 1st) (AN- No really. It is.), so he was pretty psyched to be 16. Anyways, he walked in after playing Quidditch with the Weasley's and he was all hot and sweaty and he looked really good. Normally, I'd give him a kiss just for looking so good. But not today. Oh, no, today was not his day. He stands right in front of me, blocking the TV, and tries to kiss me. I'm dodging and squirming, doing anything just to see the movie, but he keeps on trying to kiss me.

Oh, I lost it.

"Get the hell out of my way!" I screamed, pushing him out of the way. "I'm trying to watch my movie and I'm crying and I don't want to be kissed or hugged or cuddled! I just want to sit here and watch Simba by myself and if you have any problem- any problem whatsoever- you can tell me now! Nothing? Nothing at all?" I started crying harder. "Don't you love me anymore?"

"Of course I do, Lor-"

"Don't touch me!"

"Okay, okay. But I do love you."

"Then give me a hug."

"Okay. Come here."

Poor Harry. Now he asks before he hugs me. I think I scared him a little bit.

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"The baby seems to be doing well," Madame Pomfrey said, putting her wand back in her apron. "How are you doing, Lorelai?"

"Super duper. Now that Sev has gotten rid of my mood swings, I'm feeling a lot better. Harry is too."

"He got a full blast of estrogen, didn't he?"

I nodded. "Poor guy. So, is it still a boy?"

"Still a boy, yes. Have you thought of names?"

"I have, but I wanted to talk to Harry first. He still wants to be the father of my son, so he should get a say in this, too."

"The two of you are doing the right thing. You'll make excellent parents."

"Thank you."

"And remember, I'm here if you need me."

"I know."

"Okay, so let's hear those names."

"Baby names?" Hermione walked into the living room, handing us two glasses of lemonade. The August heat was beginning to become unbearable. Everyone was casting cooling spells every five minutes.

"Well, I like the name Jett, but I can't think of a middle name. Jaden Lee is pretty high on the list. And Sidney James, also."

"Harry would like that one," Hermione said, pulling her thick hair into a pony tail. "James was his father's name."

"Yeah. Sidney James. Sidney is also Reina's middle name," I noticed as my little sister jumped onto the couch next to me.

"Hey, little brother!" She yelled to my stomach. Kids…

"No, he's not your little brother. He's your nephew. You're his aunt."

"Auntie Reina?"

"Auntie Reina."

"I like that. Hey, Harry."

"Hello, Reina. Three more months until you get to meet your nephew." Harry gave me a quick kiss and settle on to the floor in front of the couch. "So, what'd I miss?"

"Lorelai thought of a name we think you'll really like, Harry." Hermione smiled widely.

"Sidney James." I absent-mindedly played with his hair. "We can call him Sid, or Sidney, James, Jimmy, Jay, SJ-"

"Sidney James," Harry repeated with a thoughtful look on his face. "I do like that. That's a keeper."

"All right. Baby's got a name." I stood up, with the help of Harry, and waddled up to my room. Very slowly. Each step took longer than the last one and by the time I reached my room, I was already out of breath.

I plopped down on my bed and thought about whether or not my son would have a good life. I've had everybody in this house tell me that he'll have the best life a kid could ask for, but I still have doubts. I'm usually a very optimistic person, but those "positive thoughts" don't really involve bringing forth a human being into the world, especially at a time like this. Death Eaters are haunting the wizarding world and the Muggles are always in war. There are sex and drugs on every corner and I don't want my son to grow up in a world like this. Not where grown men can rape a young girl purely for their own enjoyment. That's just not right.

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"I can't believe you think that's appetizing," Sirius said, a look of disgust on his face.

"A cornbread and salmon sandwich? Sounds good to me." I took a big bite and offered the sandwich to him. "Come on, try it."

"No, thank you. Pregnant women have strange stomachs."

"I'm sure little Sidney resents that. Don't you, baby?" I asked my stomach. "Look, he kicked. He doesn't like you, Siri. I'm sorry. Ouch, he kicked again. Dadgum, he really doesn't like you. Okay… that definitely wasn't a kick."

"You okay, Lor?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. It's just- GOOD GAWD! What the hell did you do to this child?"

"I didn't do anything!" Sirius cried. "Remus? I think something's wrong with Lorelai!"

"What?" Remus came charging into the kitchen with Mom hot on his tail. (AN- Heh. Tail.) "What's wrong, sweetheart?"

"Sidney won't stop kicking. Sirius said something offensive and he kicked once and he hasn't stopped. Oh, my God, I'm peeing on myself!"

"Your water broke!" Mom screamed. "You're going into labor!"

"No, I'm not! I'm pissing all over my favorite shorts!"

"Lor, just calm down, all right?" She turned to Siri, who was nervously chewing on his thumbnail. "Go tell Molly to get the car. We have to get Lor to St. Mungo's."

He nodded and ran out of the room as fast as he could, muttering under his breath. Something about, "I made her leak". I stared in horror at the puddle between my feet before looking up at my mom. I was going into labor. My baby was coming.

"Mom, I'm scared," I admitted, as she pulled me into a hug.

"It's okay, baby. It'll be over soon. I promise."

AN- The baby's coming! The baby's coming! Thanks to all who've reviewed. Next chapter's the last, I'm afraid. Tell me if I should make a sequel. Okey dokey. Thanks.