Chapter 3, now! And peoples...right now I've only gotten reviews from two friends! So either no ones stumbled across this, or you're reading and aren't reviewing. I take anonymous reviews here, it's not hard! You don't even have to be signed in! and you don't even have to say anything but, "I read your story, it's crappy" if you want to. But I just wanna know if people are reading it! Okay?

It did indeed take the rest of the week to recover. Madame Pomfrey had been told of my 'condition' and was treating me like I was the baby and not the mama. She said it was shock, hormones and too much love potion intake. I suppose it has lasting damage that I never knew. Parvati took me my homework that week and stayed with me after classes. We talked of everything but the main thing on our minds; my baby, and the fact that I was keeping her.

It's not like I know it's a her or anything, but I've been having this feeling inside of me. For now, I'm calling 'her' Opal. Parvati says I'm loony but I don't want to call her 'it' and 'the baby' for nine months.

That weekend, after I was release from the hospital wing, we decided the next thing we had to do was visit Professor Trelawney. As we climbed the staircase, Parvati said, "Do you think she already knows?"

"Knows about Opal, you mean?" I asked. She nodded.

"I wonder if she knows you're deranged, too, and that you've already named someone who could be a boy Opal." She was still on my back about that. I scowled.

"I'll change the name if it's a boy, duh." I really liked my best friend, but she was too superficial at times. We reached the ladder and clambered up it.

"I've been waiting for you three," we heard the familiar mystical voice trail from the shadows near the fireplace.

"She knows!" I whispered excitedly. I was getting tired of telling people about me, even if I had only told Parvati and McGonagall. Parvati nodded, her eyes wide. The owner of the voice drifted into the light and smiled at us. I smiled back, a little too wide to be plausible. As much as I adored Professor Trelawney, I was in no rush to find out all that I hoped to learn in our visit.

"I've read from the stars that you would be visiting me shortly. Come, sit down. Let's gaze into an orb together and find the answer to your questions." She motioned to a nearby table. We rushed down and slid into the chintz chairs. I sense of warmth filled me. I hadn't had the best predictions bequeathed to me in this class; my rabbit's death had been the first prediction Professor Trelawney had given me and I was in no way about to forget about that. Yet still, I had always felt welcomes here in this class. The professor sat down in front of us and told me to look into the orb.

I felt everything swirl behind my eyes as I looked between the fog. A shape started to form and I stained my eyes hard, trying to recognize it. It was a butterfly. I looked up, penetrating into Professor Trelawney's eyes. "Well?" She asked me.

"I see a butterfly..." I said, intrigued to know what this meant. She leapt up.

"A butterfly? A BUTTERFLY?" fear came on her face, her eyes wide, her arms spread to the heavens.

"Eh?" Parvati asked. "Is that...bad?"

"IS THAT BAD? My, my, children, you have lots to learn. Butterflies!...that means DEATH!!!! SOMEONE'S GOING TO DIEEEEE!! AIEEEE!!!!" I turned away from her, as she started clutching her heart looking shocked and scared. My eyes widened. So did Parvati's.

"W-w-who's gonna die?" I finally asked, nervous for what the answer might be.

"The most vicious thing about The Butterfly," She said, her arms now stuck out in front of her, as if she were pushing away some evil force, "is the uncertainty of it. The Butterfly means death for ANY person in this castle." She said 'any' way to loud, adding even more fright to Parvati and my minds. We jumped and turned to look at each other again, eyes wide with fear.

"Well, THAT was productive!" Parvati said, still scared, as we walked towards the common room some time later.

"I don't know about you , but I would've been loads happier if I had missed that," I glowered. "Moo." The Fat Lady opened as I said the password and Parvati and I stumbled into the common room.

"I'm gonna stay down here a bit longer," she said, as I started up the dormitory.

I nodded and mumbled, "Goodnight." Reaching our room I slumped down onto my bed, resting my head on the pillow. I was alone at last. Alone to think about who the father could be. I turned to my side, staring at the empty dormitory. I heard the crinkle of parchment on the other side of my pillow. I sat up and dug out a note under my pillow. I held the letter address to me, filled with curiosity. I didn't recognize the script, and there was no return address on the envelope. I opened it and a tiny lavender flower fell out onto my lap. I picked it up and held it close to my nose. The scent was over powering. I put down the flower and read the letter:

Lavender,

I want to hold you in my arms, tell you it will all be okay. I know you are lost. I know all about you. All about Opal, and I know that someone purposely spiked your potion. And I know that I love you. I love you more than life itself. Don't lose hope. Don't be afraid. Everything will be okay in end, I promise. I won't let anyone hurt you again. Ever.

The father of Opal

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