Well, here's the next part. I've been caught up in schoolwork, but hopefully it won't slow it down too much, because I've FINALLY worked out all of my ideas, with thanks to Quacky, who helped me more than she thinks she did. (though SOME of your ideas, Toots, were...um...odd. The giant squid?!?!?!?! What were you thinking?!?!?!...j k....) Also, This stuff isn't top quality. I want to get this story out and I'll probably edit it later and replace sections. So all apologizes, this is more like a rough draft than anything else.

Now, on to the story!

I lay there in bed, hours later, mulling over everything over and over again. I still wasn't going to believe that the father of my child was Neville; The stupid, bumbling idiot who could remember anything. Hermione was right, I didn't want to believe it. But, I thought, who says I have to believe it? I could just go on like I didn't know. I could raise my baby alone! I wasn't THAT hopeless!

Later that week, I talked to Hermione again, and she agreed with me, that we should ask the girls, and if any remember drinking Neville's love potion . I wasn't going to draw conclusions too early, even with Hermione's very good point that it would be typical of Neville to mess up his potion and make it too strong. But we were able to prove her theory wrong.

We finally went to confront some Slytherins. We walked up to Millicent Bulstrode, and asked her who she had. She scoffed at us, and said, under her breath, "Neville. I nearly died from drinking his poison. He messed it up horribly." I sighed in relief.

"That," I said as we turned and headed up to the tower before dinner, "was a close one."

"It was just a fluke," Hermione smiled. "As nice as he is, I don't think he'd make a great father." I shuddered and shook my head briskly in agreement.

Even we had solved that part of the mystery, I suddenly became aware of the fact that the father didn't go to this school, unless someone was lying. We had managed not to confront Malfoy in the process, because we thought he heard Pansy say she had him, but it was hard to understand her over the fits of laughter. . Hermione and I concluded it was she who messed up the potions, making Harry and Goyle fall in love. Hermione nearly screamed in disgust.

In tune with all of this, Professor Trelawney kindly predicted to me in Divinations that 'the worst within all my troubles was soon to happen'. One October morning, nearly marking my two months pregnant mark, I woke up feeling a lurch in my stomach. After I completed my morning routine of puking and the lump still remained, I knew something was up. A feeling that something horrible was about to occur was practically dancing naked in front of me.

Sure enough, after a Saturday breakfast by myself (Hermione was talking with Ron and Harry), Professor McGonagall called me with her to her office. I followed nervously. She held open the door and said, "In," and I sat down in front of her desk. "The time was come when I should send to your father about everything going on here," she said simply. I slumped back in my chair, and groaned. He surely wasn't going to be happy about any of this, and my older brother would probably come up and bring me home immediately. "Now, I can write and send out a letter, if you don't want to do it yourself. I know that if it's all explained properly, than your family should understand perfectly well with the given circumstances." I nodded, unsure.

A cold wind swept through the castle the next weekend. Everyone was huddled out in the great hall that afternoon for lunch, when the most mortifying thing occurred.

I was sitting down, alone as always, at the end. I saw every other group of people, all happily flanked by they're best friends. I had sent an owl to Parvati, but hadn't gotten a reply yet. I hunched over my food and eat quietly.

Suddenly, someone burst into the great halls. It was my brother. A spread of youth was still in him, and eve though he was in his 20, he had a face of a young boy. A face that was pulled into such an angry growl that even I was scared. And he was clutching a letter. A hush came about the room as we stode down the tables. I braced myself, as I was sure h would stop at me, but he didn't even notice I was there. I rushed by and came to a halt in front of Professor Snape. And then the worst came.

"HOW COULD YOU GO AND GET LAVENDAR PREGNANT!" He hollered, waving the letter in front of the Professor's face. Anybody who hadn't stopped to listen was now all ears. Whispers started to form. He couldn't have worded it worse. "YOUR LOVE POTIONS IN THE CLASS WENT WRONG! WERE YOU PREPARED? NO0O0O0O0O!" Everybody's eyes came to rest on me. I shrunk down beneath the table. I saw a pare of feet slide down the bench and Hermione's face appeared. I heard more shouts of my brother, but I was zoned out of their meaning.

"I'm so sorry," she whispered, and she did look it. I sat there, breathing hard. It was out, the whole school knew now what I was. At least my brother had made it clear that it was the potions fault and not mine. Every damn cloud has its stupid silver lining. The whispers grew and shouts stopped.

My brother's feet zipped back past the table, and, not knowing why, I burst out from my hiding spot and hollered, "Daryl!" he spun around, and looked at, worried.

"You okay, Lavender?" he asked.

"THIS IS NO TIME FOR A FAMILY REUNION! Did you REALLY have to burst in here at the worst possible time?!" Tears sprang from my eyes as I shoved past him and ran out of the hall.

He found me, crying, somewhere on the 10th floor of the castle. "Are you sure your not okay?" He teased me, as he sat down beside me and rested an arm around my neck.

"Daryl," I sobbed again, "Why?"

"Look, I was mad, okay? You can't be treated like that here. But I'm sorry," He hugged me. I hugged him back. "So, what's new?" he asked, and I spilled everything.

Okay, I'm afraid it moves too fast, and everything. I'll be working on that though! Yes, it's horribly fast. ick, i can't believe i'm posting this. Next chap you find out who the father is!....if all goes well....