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 Five

The only sound in the room was Mrs Diggory crying for several moments. Then Amos Diggory stood up, and without a word, left the room. I continued to sit on the couch, not sure what to do next. A second later, he came back in. "Miss Moon..." He stopped. "Ah.. are you completely sure about this? That you are pregnant, and Cedric is the father?"

"Yes sir," I whispered, trying not to start crying. "Cedric is... was... the only guy I've been with. In that way, I mean."

He became quiet, staring at the wall behind me. "Gracelyn, was it?" I nodded. "Gracelyn, Anna and I will help you with whatever you need. You seem like a trustworthy person, so you shall have our support. This child will grow up safely, if I have anything to say about it. That... creature... won't go anywhere near him. Or her."

"Thank you, Mr. Diggory."

"Please, call me Amos, and my wife Anna. You're part of our family. Now, have you been to a healer yet?"

I shook my head. "Just Madame Pomfrey, at Hogwarts. I haven't had a chance since Cedric... since the third task," I changed my mind halfway through the sentence, not wanting to say out loud Cedric was dead. The words hurt.

"Where are you currently staying? Are you at your home?" Amos questioned.

"Um... No. I'm staying with the Weasleys. My parents... well, my father... supports pure blood supremacy. And well.. No offense, but you aren't the most pureblooded people... He wanted me to get an abortion, but I... I couldn't. I couldn't even think about it..." I finished in a whisper.

"If you wish, you could stay here, Gracelyn," Anna Diggory said, her voice so quiet I could barely hear her. "We have the room, and I would love to watch the baby after he's born. When are you due?"

"January," I said. "Mid January. I'll be at Hogwarts, until the Christmas break. At least I think. Professor Dumbledore's supposed to contact me when he figures out what will be done..."

"Figures out what will be done?" Anna questioned. "What do you mean?"

"Er..."

"Hogwarts hasn't had a pregnant teenager at the school that wished to stay," Amos said. "The last girl that got pregnant was in my year, and she dropped out."

"I'm planning on staying," I said. "I made a promise, and I'm going to get my NEWTS." "You're going to be a great healer. Promise me you'll go for it?" "No matter what Dumbledore decides, I'm going to continue my studies and take my NEWTS in May."

"We will do anything in our power to help you," Amos informed me.

I didn't go to live with the Diggorys, as much as Amos and Anna wanted me to. I stayed at the headquarters with the Weasleys. I stayed through July, and I was there the day in early August when Mr. Weasley came home from work, face so pale Mrs. Weasley rushed to his side.

"Arthur, what is it?" she demanded.

"It's Harry," Mr. Weasley responded. "He's been expelled from Hogwarts." The room went silent. "Dumbledore went to the ministry and convinced them not to expel him right away. They're going to have a disciplinary meeting later this month.."

"What's going to happen to him, dad?" Ron whispered.

"He might be expelled, he might not be," Mr. Weasley replied.

"To be clear, you're talking about Potter, right?" I asked. Mr. Weasley nodded. "What's he done?"

"Used the patronus charm in front of muggles."

"But that's for fighting dementors, isn't it?" I asked, looking at the adults. "If he used that spell, then there must have been a dementor around, which means it was self defence, which means they can't really do anything. Can they?"

"Normally, no," Sirius Black said, entering the room. The first time I had seen the convicted felon, I had threatened him, I am sad to say, even though we wound up laughing it off. How was I to know the man was innocent? "But, you have to remember, they don't believe Harry about what happened the night that boy died."

"His name was Cedric," I whispered, feeling the tears burn my eyes. The only ones in the room who knew the truth were Fred and George, who went to my side, looking so serious Mrs. Weasley looked concerned. "He wasn't just some boy, Black."

"Hey, Grace, let's go upstairs," Fred whispered in my ear. I nodded, trying not to cry as we left the room, leaving silence behind us.

Here's chapter five. It's been a while since I last worked on this, but with the corrections, I'm going to start back up! I hope I still will have people reading it, though.