MORE THAN QUIDDITCH 2
Chapter 12
How could you get Katrina pregnant!" Oliver bellowed angrily, breathing heavily.
The whole entire Hall grew silent.
My heart stopped. My throat closed up.
My secret was out. I didn't know how people found out. Maybe it was a rumor that was true, or maybe someone over heard me telling my close friends. All I knew for sure was that now everybody knew.
I ran out of the room and into the hall. I was followed by Harry, and Oliver was close behind.
"I'm not through with you, Potter!"
Harry grew angry.
"Oh, you think it was me, do you?"
"Who else could it be, Potter?"
"There's only one obvious answer, Wood, and I think you know it."
"Me? Are you really that daft? That was months ago, there's no way…"
Suddenly they stopped bickering. I guessed that they were probably staring down at the puddle that had just formed on the floor. I would have been staring at it too if a huge mound hadn't grown from my stomach.
I looked up at Harry. "Get Hermione, quick. And tell Dumbledore," I said panicky. Harry sprinted back into the Great Hall. I slowly sat on the steps nearby. I winced in pain. I imagined that this was what they called a contraction.
Oliver just stood there in shock for a while, completely silent, and then he finally spoke.
"Katrina…"
I winced again. It hurt so much. "Bloody hell! What?"
"What the hell is happening?"
"I'm in labor. I'm in fucking pain."
"How… How is this possible?"
"We had sex, I got pregnant, and nine months later this is what happens. You didn't stick around long enough to find out, you prick."
Before he had a chance to respond, Harry came back with Hermione and Dumbledore.
"I have contacted Madam Pomfrey. She is preparing in the Infermery. We must get Miss Unger there imediately," Dumbledore said. He spoke calmly. I could tell that he has been expecting this. He was more ready than I was.
I was levitated up to the Imfermary by Harry and Hermione. I looked back to see Dumbledore speaking with Oliver, and then we turned the corner and they were out of my line of vision.
I was in so much pain. It was unbearable. Madam Pomfrey said that she didn't want to risk using magic, since she didn't know what the potion I had taken to hide the baby's growth could have done to the child.
It was truly Hell.
Harry paced back and forth across the room, not daring to look at the horrific sight. Hermione stood right next to Madam Pomfrey, examining what was happening down below. I was sobbing and screaming.
It wasn't long before Harry and Hermione got kicked out for being distracting and for causing me distress, according to Madam Pomfrey. Harry was relieved, and Hermione disappointed.
I kept pushing and pushing, but it hurt so badly. I wanted to get it over with, but I felt too weak. I wanted to give up. I wanted it to all go away.
The next thing I knew, the curtain flew open and Oliver sat beside me, grabbing my hand tightly.
"Come on, Katrina, you can do this."
"I can't, I can't, I can't do it."
"Yes you can. You've got to keep pushing. Keep fighting."
And that's what I did. It took all the strength in me, but I pushed as hard as I possibly could, and an hour later I heard Madam Pomfrey shout out in rejoice right before I slipped into the darkness.