No one knew about Cedric Diggory and Gracelyn Moon's relationship except for her two best friends, Fred and George Weasley. Now he's dead, and she's pregnant. This is her struggle.
Chapter Two
I stared out the window of the train. It was a couple of days later, and I was heading home. I wasn't sure if this was a good thing or bad, but I would soon find out. Fred and George had left, going to find their brother and sister, leaving me alone. They hadn't wanted to, but I had practically pushed them out. I had wanted to be alone, just for a little bit. I was going to tell Oliver, my closest brother, tonight, and tomorrow I would tell my parents. I wasn't sure how they were going to take it, but I was dreading getting kicked out, which was very likely.
"Hey Grace," a voice said. I glanced up to see Katie, one of my fellow Gryffindors. She sat down across from me. "How are you?"
I shrugged. "Fine, I guess," I told her, looking back out the window, to where it had just started to sprinkle. "Are you excited to be going home?" I asked, forcing a smile.
It was her turn to shrug. "A little. I'll get to see my brother again, I suppose." She paused. "How big is your family again?
I laughed. "Well, my mom and dad had six kids together. There's Angelica, Isabelle, Oliver, me, Luke, and Ethan. Plus Angelica's five, Ava, Katherine, Jean, Nathanial , and Juliet, and Isabelle's daughter Faye. Unfortunately, we all live in one house. But the place is pretty huge, so it's not that big of a deal."
"Wow," Katie commented. "Fourteen people, just in your immediate family. I wish my family was that big."
"No, you don't," I said. "My father expects us all to be perfect Slytherins. I don't fit either of those categories. Oliver wasn't in Slytherin, either, but at least he wasn't in Gryffindor." My words were bitter, and Katie looked at me with sympathy. "Sorry," I muttered, as the compartment door opened and the twins reentered.
"Hola amigos!" George said, grinning from ear to ear.
"That's amigas," I corrected. "We're female." The twins just looked at each other, before lunging at the pile of chocolate frogs. I laughed and shook my head. "Pigs."
"We are not," Fred said. "We are healthy growing boys, so there!"
"You're healthy growing morons," Katie said, laughing.
"So there!" I added, laughing too. The rest of the train ride went by with us just screwing around, like the teenagers we were. We were almost there, the twins had left and Katie and I were changing into our muggle clothing, when she turned to me.
"Are you pregnant?" she blurted. I stared at her, dropping my robes on the seat. "It's just… You've thrown up every morning for the past week, according to Alicia. And that's not like you. You're hardly ever sick. And, I hate to say it, but Gracie, you have gained weight."
"I've been eating a lot," I muttered, avoiding her eyes. She gave me a skeptical look, and I sighed, sitting down. "Yeah, I am. But you can't tell anyone!"
She rolled her eyes. "Of course I won't tell anyone. You know me." She opened her mouth, about to say something else, probably to ask me who the father was, when the twins burst in again.
"Gracie, Gracie, we accidentally turned your brother orange!"
I stared at the twins. "You turned Luke orange," I repeated slowly. "How do you do that accidentally?"
"Well," George started, looking over at Fred.
"We were planning on hitting Malfoy with the spell-"
"And Luke didn't know it-"
"And he stepped in front of the spell-"
"And Voila!" they finished together.
I saw Katie roll her eyes as I sighed and followed the twins out of the compartment. We had gone about three feet when my brother ran up. He stopped in front of us and crossed his arms.
"Look what your IDIOT friends did to me!" He shouted, earning weird glances from people passing.
"Calm down, Luke," I demanded, pulling out my wand and waving it. A moment later, my brother was back to his normal color. He stomped his foot and marched off. "Spoiled brat," I muttered, following the twins back inside our compartment where Katie was still sitting.
"Is your brother still orange?" she asked, giggling a bit. I shook my head, sitting down across from her again. "That's good," she commented, as the train slowed and we gathered our things. "Owl me over the summer?" she asked.
I nodded and smiled. "Of course." She left and I turned to the twins. "I don't want to go home," I sighed. "Another summer of dealing with my father. And the rest of the family," I added.
Fred and George put their arms around my shoulders as we walked down the train, laughing together.
"I want you to kiss me," Cedric whispered.
"Ced, it's pouring down rain!" I laughed, trying to pull away and go inside. "Besides, what if someone sees?"
"No one's gonna see, Gracie! We're completely alone out here. And if anyone asks about you, the twins had you try one of their experiments. Please kiss me?"
My parents weren't waiting for Luke and I at the station, so after saying goodbye to our friends, the two of us flooed home, Luke complaining that he didn't get to spend any more time with his friends, because I 'rushed' him home.
"Gracelyn. Luke." Our mother was seated by the fireplace, sipping a glass of wine. "You're home."
"Hello mother," I said, dragging my trunk a few steps before Klinky, our house elf, appeared and took it. "Thanks," I smiled at her, earning a wide grin before the elf snapped her fingers and was gone.
"Why are you so kind to those creatures?" my father's voice came from the door. "Really, Gracelyn. They cannot think for themselves, why bother to treat them with respect?"
I ignored him. "I'm going upstairs," I said instead, as a pair of boys raced through the living room, waving swords at each other. "Hi Jean, Nathaniel." The two boys grinned at me before continuing their swordfight, which led them out of the room. I shook my head at my nephews' antics, and went up to my bedroom, shutting and locking the door. Not that locking it did any good, not in a house with thirteen other people.
I took a book from my bookshelf and attempted to read for several hours, skipping dinner. No one came looking for me, at least, not until nearly midnight, when someone knocked on my door. With a flick of my wand it opened (in a house as large as mine, the ministry wouldn't be able to tell who cast the spell, something I had learned in my second year) and Oliver entered.
"Hey Gracie, you missed dinner," he said, sitting down on the chair at my desk and spinning in a circle. "Why'd you miss it?"
I shrugged, tossing the book aside. I had managed to get through three pages. "Didn't feel like eating."
"Why not?" Oliver asked, looking concerned. With another wave of my wand, I cast a privacy spell, something I had learned from Angelica years ago.
"I have to tell you something," I blurted, before I could lose my nerve. Oliver raised his eyebrows. "I um…"
"What is it?" he asked, concern evident in his voice, but I had frozen at the sound of footsteps outside in the hall.
"Jean! You're so mean to me!" came Nathaniel's voice, I sighed, shaking my head as the twin boys raced past my door.
"Gracie, what's wrong?" Oliver asked softly, coming over and laying next to me. "You can tell me anything, you know that."
"I'm pregnant." The words were out of my mouth before I could stop them, and all my brother could do was stare at me in shock.
I've changed a few things in this chapter, so it makes better sense.