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 Three

"Well," he said slowly, after a few minutes of silence. "This wasn't what I was expecting." He sat up and watched me. "Who's the father?"

"Cedric Diggory," I whispered. My brother let out a heavy sigh.

"The boy who died," he muttered, running a hand through his blonde hair. "What are you planning on doing? Do mom and dad know?"

"If they knew, would I be sitting here?" I asked, rolling over and staring at my pillow.

"Good point," Oliver sighed. "You're going to have to tell them, you know. And probably the Diggorys."

"I know, I know," I told him, dropping my face down into the pillow. "I don't know what I'm going to do," I said, voice muffled.

"Have you thought of…. You know… getting rid of it?" When I didn't reply, he tried again. "Or adoption?"

I lifted my head and looked at him. "I'm keeping her. Or him. I already know that. It's just, I don't know how I'm going to raise a baby."

We talked for a couple of hours, until Oliver stood up. "It's three in the morning. I think it's time for you to get some sleep, okay? I'll see you in the morning-er-later in the morning, anyway."

I smiled at my older brother and watched him leave. I pulled my blankets around me, and was asleep in less than a minute.

"I wish you hadn't put your name in the goblet," I whispered, lying next to Cedric. "It's so dangerous. What if you get hurt?"

He smiled confidently. "I'm not going to get hurt, Gracie. I promise."

"Mother, Father, I need to speak with you." It was breakfast the next day, and I had been poking at my food for the past ten minutes, trying to work up the nerve to tell them. The silence after my statement was interrupted by two year old Faye's giggling.

"What is it, Gracelyn?" my father demanded, placing his fork down.

"I…" I froze, glancing over at Oliver, who nodded encouragingly. "I'm pregnant."

There was an instant outburst of sound from my siblings, and the older children who knew what that meant. My father lifted his hand, and there was silence.

"You will be getting rid of it. You are sixteen years old."

"No." There was a collective gasp. No one ever told my father no. "I will be seventeen when he-or she-is born. And it is my body, you cannot force me to have an abortion."

"Abortion, or get out of my house. That is my final offer, Gracelyn."

"When do you want me out?" I snapped. My father raised his eyebrows, the only sign he was surprised.

"I'll give you an hour," He said, rising and leaving the room, his plate untouched. I stayed sitting, staring at the door as it slammed shut behind him.

"I'll go talk to him," Angelica said, tossing her napkin on the table and following him out of the room. I continued sitting there, frozen, not exactly sure what had happened.

"Well," Gerald, Angelica's husband, said slowly. "That was unexpected. Here I was thinking you were the innocent one, Gracie." I smiled weakly at him as my mother cleared her throat.

"Gracelyn, who is the father?" she asked.

"I'll bet it's one of those Weasleys," Luke mumbled.

"For your information, it's Cedric Diggory," I hissed at him.

Luke just laughed. "That's rich. Blame the dead guy."

Our argument was stopped before it could really begin by our father reentering. "Gracelyn, you have until tomorrow. Get your things ready."

"Father, please-" Isabelle began.

"My mind is made up. I do not want a disgrace to the family living in my home. You can go live with those blood traitors of friends you have."

"But-"

"I don't want Auntie Gracie to go!"

"ENOUGH!" My father roared. "Get out of this room, Gracelyn. Now." I stood and fled to my room, aware of Oliver following me.

"Come on," he said, waving his wand, packing all of my things in one move. "I'll take you to the Weasleys. It's the only place that's safe."

I was vaguely aware of him taking me by the arm and apparating out, and next thing I knew, I was standing in a street that wasn't near The Burrow.

"Where are we?" I managed to find my voice. Oliver didn't reply at first, instead searching his pockets. He finally pulled out a piece of paper and shoved it into my hand.

"Read that."

"The headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix may be found at number twelve, Grimmauld place, London," I read, before looking up at Oliver. "What?" He snatched the paper back, and gestured towards the houses before us. As I watched, amazed, number twelve appeared in between numbers eleven and thirteen. I turned to my brother, who gave me a little smile and led me inside.

"Anyone here?" he called. Footsteps, and then Remus Lupin came into view. I stared at him in surprise. "Where is everyone else?"

"The meeting just started," he said, then he saw me. "why did you bring Gracelyn here?"

"Parents kicked her out," Oliver said. "Gracie, go upstairs. Fred and George should be here."

"Um… okay…" I said, confused, but I did as I was told. Climbing the stairs, I called the twins' names. They popped in front of me.

"Gracie! What-"

"Brings you here?" Fred finished, taking my bag from me and slinging it over his shoulder.

I shrugged. "I guess I'm staying here for a while," I said, neglecting to tell them what had happened. "What is this place?"

"The Order of the Phoenix," George said, pushing a door open and falling back on a bed. "Course, we're not allowed in the stupid meetings."

"What meetings?" I asked. "And what's the Order of the Phoenix?"

"It's a group fighting against you-know-who," Fred explained, falling next to George. "They're dedicated to bringing him down."

"I'm surprised you didn't know that," George said, sitting up. "What with Oliver being in it and all."

"Is it really that surprising Oliver wouldn't mention it? My father used to be a supporter of you-know-who, after all."

"Good point," Fred said. "So, Gracie, why are you here, really? You didn't tell us everything."

"My father kicked me out. I've disgraced the family, according to him."

"Why?" George questioned.

I bit my lip and twisted the ring around my finger. "I uh… imightbepregnantwithCedric'sbaby." I spoke in a rush, leaving the twins staring at me.

"Could you repeat that?" Fred asked.

"Yeah, because it sounded like you said you're pregnant-"

"With Cedric's baby."

"Um... I am?"

Again, a few details have been changed. I'm doing this for all the chapters.