Story: Why Don't You & I

Author: theherbflower

Chapter 13:

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Chapter 13: Divine Conspiracies

I'd fight for you,

I'd lie, its true;

Give my life for you,

You know that I'd always come for you.

ooOOooOOooOOoo

The world seemed to fade back into color when my eyes fluttered open. It was as if I had just been thrust back into a world that I once knew, that I had once been a part of, but long ago had forgotten. It felt as if I had been sleeping for years, and this was the first time I felt the stirrings of life flutter back within me. I was lying in a comfortable place, warm and safe, staring straight up above me at a domed white ceiling. I swallowed roughly and tried to think. The first fleeting thought that passed through my mind was my name, Gwendolyn Ackles, but I hated my name both the first and the last. The second thought that went through my mind was that I needed to find someone, so badly it seemed as if my life was dependent upon it. I sat up and looked around me; a familiar man was asleep in the chair next to my bed. I blinked a few times trying to figure out who it was when my world came barreling back into me and I knew who I was, where I was, and who the man was. I was at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in the Hospital Wing. The man sleeping in the chair next to me was none other than Sirius Black, the one person who I had been trying to find. But it didn't make sense, just yesterday I was out fighting death eaters and trying to save the ministry. How was it possible for me to be here right now, how was it possible for him to be here right now when he was the one person that was lost and that I was trying to locate.

"Sirius!" I snapped sitting up straight in the bed. "Wake up now!"

"Huh?" he looked up bleary eyed at me. "Gwen!" he said happily. "You're awake!"

"Why the bloody hell was I asleep in the first damn place!"

"Well." He sighed looking down. "I err don't um…"

"Spit it out!" I glared. "Why did Dorcas drug me?"

"Because you were planning on getting yourself killed over me, and she thought it best for you to be asleep."

"What are you doing here? The last I checked you were at Azkaban with Voldemort!"

"Yeah well I was only there for a few days, James and Remus came bursting in with a whole squadron of Auror's and order members. We weren't able to take back the prison, but we got all of our men out."

"Wait, a few days? I was just going to get you yesterday!"

"Err well. James and Remus though it would be best if you remained somewhere safe, so did you Uncle for that matter. So they well, they convinced Dorcas it was a good idea that you should be kept incapacitated for a while considering there are death eaters out there trying to get you and I was informed you didn't care if they did get you, as long as…"

I cut him off.

"As long as I could find you!" I snapped. "Do you honestly think that it is within me to just sit idly by why you were out there possibly hurt if not worse! I was terrified, and yes, I didn't care if they got me, I still don't because I know Voldemort and I know he'll get what he wants just like always!"

"Listen to yourself Gwendolyn, you sound like a raving nutter!"

"What?"

"I would have wanted you safe, and that's exactly what the people that love and care about you did, make sure you were safe."

"How long have I been asleep?" I demanded. "How long have I been here?"

"Three weeks." A new voice spoke from my left. I looked up to find my uncle walking towards me with a prominent limp on his right leg. "We all felt it the best solution for your safety to keep you here asleep."

"That wasn't any of your choice! It was mine and exactly what I wouldn't have wanted."

"Gwen." Uncle Al sat down at the foot of my bed. "That is the exact reason why we did what we did." He sighed gruffly. "Don't be angry Gwendolyn, the last thing that I want in this world is to lose you. I needed to make sure that you were ok, and that you would remain so. The only way to keep you from running off halfcocked and taking on your death was to keep you unconscious. I agree with what Dorcas did one-hundred percent. And you should be happy, after all we did find Sirius and we did save the day, even if half way. Besides," he sighed again. "I think that there is something that Dorcas would like to discuss with you. After all, she would not have done what she did if she did not find a good enough reason to do so."

"It wasn't right!" I snapped feeling my eyes start to leak with water. "I was only going to do what my heart told me to do!"

"Gwen." Sirius sighed from my right. "Do you remember what Moody told us, after we started dating?"

"What?" I asked feeling tears slip down my cheeks easily now.

"He told us that he knew what it was like to be young and in love, and to not let your feelings get in the way when you're caught up in the heat of the battle."

"So!" I snapped wiping my eyes. "It's not like I've got long until I'm tracked down! And you know it!" I moved my legs outside of the bed so that could stand. "I am not afraid of death, I never have been. Not for myself." I shook my head. "But I can't stand the idea of losing either of you." I turned to Sirius. "Especially you! I would crawl across the earth for you! I would always come for you! That was all that I was trying to do!"

"Getting yourself killed isn't what I would have wanted Gwendolyn. Knowing that you were safe was all that I needed. I watched as you, Prewett, and McKinnon portkeyed back to the Ministry. I knew you would be ok without me, or at least I thought I did. I did what I had to do, and going to Azkaban to save the men that were trapped there by those bastards is what I knew in my heart was what I had to do."

"But that's not fair!" I stood up in front of him. "That's not fair! You should have known how I would have reacted! I can't help it!"

"I know now." He sighed. "I can't promise you that I'll never do it again, because in this war there are things worth dying for." He smiled sadly brushing a loose strand of hair out of my face. "I love you, and I never want to leave you, but I cannot promise that I won't because you can't either."

"So what? You plan on dying? You plan on just leaving me all alone?"

"No, I don't." he sighed cupping my cheek and whipping off a few stray tears. "But I can't promise that I won't, and neither can you. There are things worth dying for Gwendolyn, and you have to understand that."

"What if I don't want to!"

"Then you're being unreasonable."

"What if I don't want to be reasonable!"

"Then I'd say that you're being stupid Gwen. You can't just want things a certain way and expect them to be that way. I love you, and I never want to leave you, but just because I never want to leave you, that does not mean I will ever get what I want. We have now, we have here and we have now. Cannot that be enough?"

"It is." I felt tears roll from my eyes again. "It is." I pulled him to me and hugged him fiercely.

..scene..change..

"What is that ungodly smell?" I asked, as my nose crinkled as the onslaught of that horrid smell stuck somewhere between smoked salmon and raspberry cheesecake. It had been two days since I had been released from the hospital ward of Hogwarts. "Smells god awful."

"Gwen honey, are you ok?" Dorcas asked me with a slight raise of her eyebrow. "It's plum trifle, your Uncle told me it was one of your favorite deserts."

"Then how do you explain that horrid fish smell?" I asked standing up and walking over to the kitchen window and opening it so that I could smell anything but the room I was in at headquarters.

"Fish? Sweetie I made roast lamb, there is no fish." Dorcas told me with a worried eye. "Why don't you sit down sweet heart and I'll go and grab you a fresh cup of tea."

"I suppose." I sighed siting down in the chair next to the window, the window still open.

It was raining again, but then again as it was England's rainy season…

"Gwendolyn, you are needed in the front parlor. Albus wishes to speak to you." My Uncle called with his head popped though the kitchen door. "Come on now, we've not got all damned day Gwendolyn."

"Alright." I sighed standing up. All at once my head spun and my stomach lurched, and all I wanted to do was run straight up to the loo and lose the contents of my stomach which couldn't be much as I'd not eaten since this morning due to the uneasiness that my stomach had adopted ever since I woke up in the hospital wing. "I'm coming." I told him walking out into the parlor.

Dumbledore was standing holding a brandy talking with my uncle and Auror Higgins next to the fireplace. I walked over slowly, trying to keep reign on my need to be sick.

"Ahh Gwen, please join us. I've wanted to discuss a few matters with you." Dumbledore told me as I made my way over to him. "Now tell me, how are both you and Sirius fairing?"

"Sirius?" I asked critically with a wince as my stomach bubbled again. "Fine. We're both great Sir."

"That is wonderful to hear. One might worry that with you both working on and off the field that problem's would arise."

"Nope." I smiled at him faintly. "Everything is just fine; actually I really love both aspects Sir. I feel privileged."

"That is good; love always does work in mysterious ways." Dumbledore told me with a twinkle in his eye. "You look rather pale dear, are you alright?"

"Oh I am fine." I smiled at him lightly. "I think I'm catching a stomach bug, I've been queasy something terrible all day."

"Oh? Just today?" He asked cheerfully.

"On and off the last two days or so." I replied blinking and swallowing slowly as to not cause my stomach upturning. "I think Dorcas is already working on a pepper up."

"Gwendolyn, do you need to sit?" My Uncle asked with a worried glance at me. "You don't look so good, you're sweating."

"What?" I asked wiping my forehead to in fact find beads of sweat. "No I'm fine. Just need a good glass of whiskey." I replied grabbing a glass and decanter from the mantle and pouring a glass.

"Gwendolyn maybe that's not such a good idea." Uncle Al stated pulling the glass from my grasp before I could take a drink. "Come on, sit down."

"I am fine Uncle Al. Trust me." I told him taking back the glass and taking a long drink of the amber liquid.

All at once I was aware of two things. One, drinking alcohol was the worst idea that I have ever had in this life; and two, upset stomachs and fire whiskey do not mix. After taking the long drink out of the glass I quickly felt the contents of my stomach come straight up. I shoved the glass back at my uncle who grabbed it as I bent over on my hands and knees and threw my guts up, on Albus Dumbledore's shoes. I felt tears spring my eyes as I sat back on my knees and looked up in sheer horror. I had just gotten sick on one of the greatest wizards in the world because I was stubborn, and obviously stupid. With a smile, twinkle of an eye, and a wave of a wand the mess I had just created was quickly magic'ed away. I felt my uncle grab me around my arms and drag me upwards into a standing position.

"Are you ok?" Dumbledore asked with a slight tilt of his head to the right. "Please do not worry dear, that is not the first time a student of mine has been sick on or near me. But I would like to offer my congratulations."

"Huh?" I asked raising my eyebrow. "And I'm so sorry sir."

"Please. It is of no matter, I am sure that Dorcas can whip up a wonderful soothing draught for your condition. I must be going now however; I have to meet a friend of mine for dinner in ten. Please don't worry yourself, we are all human." His eyes twinkled at me as me nodded to Auror Higgins and my uncle before leaving Head Quarters. I looked up at my uncle in awe, what in the hell had just happened? What did he mean by my condition and congratulations for what?"

"Come on Gwendolyn, let's get you into the kitchen to Dorcas."

A few short minutes later found me sitting at the dining table in the kitchen next to an open window with a cup of steaming chamomile tea in my hands. Dorcas was over a cauldron brewing something, while my uncle sat in a chair next to me with a sour look on his face.

"Uncle Alastor, what in the bloody hell is going on?" I asked taking a sip of my tea mug before setting it down on the table and pulling my cloak around me tightly.

"I'm going to kill your boyfriend is what's going on pumpkin." He told me darkly. "Just drink your tea and stay calm."

"Why?" I asked with a raised eyebrow. "What did he do?"

"I'm not for sure yet, not until Dorcas finishes with the Gravida Potion."

"The Gravida Potion?" I asked feeling dread wash over me. "What the hell do I need a Gravida Potion for?"

"So that I can discern whether I've a protégé of mine to kill or not." He replied darkly.

"I'm not!" I snapped angrily. "So I got sick, that doesn't mean anything."

"Gwendolyn, can you honestly tell me that you aren't?" he asked his eyes level with mine.

"I…" I trailed off. It was not possible, I could not be. There was no way in hell that I would ever be, could ever be, and was ever going to be. "I don't know."

"My point exactly, now just hang tight, Dorcas should be done any minute."

"Any moment would be now dear." Dorcas said with a smile as she walked over to the table with a corked flagon of pink liquid in one hand and a needle in the other. "Now Gwen dear, this is easy enough. I need a prick of blood and we'll know instantaneously." She told me grabbing my right hand. "This is your wand hand isn't it?"

"Yes." I replied breathlessly.

"Alright." She smiled as she took the needle and pricked my forefinger on my right hand before she uncorked the flagon of Gravida Potion and squeezed my finger over it so that a couple droplets of my blood fell into the potion. The potion started to glow an alarming shade of golden, and I felt my chest tighten.

"Well?" I asked again just as breathlessly.

"Gwen sweetheart, you're pregnant."

And that was the last thing I remember before passing out.

AN: Sorry it took so long, hope you enjoy'ed

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