"Come on in, Miss Potter." Said a man in his fifties, his hair was gray, but his skin was as dark as chocolate. "I'm Healer Jackman, I will be conducting this test for you." He held out his hand for her to shake.

"Isn't it an auror thing, not a healer thing?" Loralei asked, shaking his hand, unsure.

"Miss Greene said something similar." He smiled. "I'm only going to inject you with something, there will be no harm done to you." He gestured to a bed on wheels. "I only need you to lay down."

"What is the test?" Loralei asked, sitting down on the bed.

"It will all happen inside your mind, but you will only be able to use your powers that you have in real life. It's the easiest way to give you the test without anyone being harmed. When you can no longer cope with what is going on around you, you will feel like you're passing out, but you will actually wake up."

"It's all in my head?" Loralei asked.

The man nodded. "No harm will come to you. I've been doing this since I was thirty. You're in good hands, I promise."

Loralei sighed as she laid down, offering him her arm.

He took out a vial and a needle. "The best way to do this is the muggle way. It will pinch."

"I've felt worse." Loralei told him.

"I was told to give you a last chance to bail out." He told her.

"You wish." She felt the pinch of the needle, and felt like she was slipping.

Wherever Loralei slipped into. It took a moment for light to come in. A room formed. No. Not a room, a meadow. She was in a meadow. Grass, purple and yellow flowers mixed in with the bright green of the grass. Trees lined the edges of the meadow. The sky was a bright blue with the golden sun shining above her, sending a comfortable warmth on her skin. It was beautiful, and not anything like how the weather was when she came in this morning. It was cold and slush that used to be snow was lining the streets in the gutters and on the side of sidewalks.

Was this real? Or was it magic? It was a test, that was all she knew. She didn't know what it would be, but she never expected for them to put in a meadow. Such a happy place was hard to picture as a cruel test no one could win.

Slowly the blue sky turned dark gray and suddenly she had fallen to the ground. She couldn't feel her legs or move as it started to rain. The trees turned into people as they watched her struggle to move.

"Help!" She cried to them, but none looked like they were about to move. They stayed where they were.

Pain worked up her legs. From her toes to her hips. She could not stand, but she needed help. She called for no help but no one came to give it to her. She was alone in a room full of people. Or meadow, in this example.

Loralei stopped calling as she started to whimper. Seconds moved like hours as she slouched into the grass, resting a moment, letting the pain consume her until she realized exactly what this was. It was a test. They were testing her. She was stronger than this. She had a wand in her hand. She could get out of this. All she had to do was think.

It took her a moment, but she figured out what she needed to do, or what she thought she needed to do. It was so obvious she felt rather stupid that it took so long to think of it.

She put a pain relieving spell on her legs and she stood up.

The room went black again. This time she was on a muggle street corner. People were walking around, obviously on their way to work since they were dressed to nicely. They could have been coming home, but they all looked too fresh to be coming back after a long day from the office. No make up smudged, no stains on a man's tie from spilling coffee or tea. A homeless man had a cardboard sign asking for anything anyone could spare, and a small paper cup in front of him. The tall buildings looked drearier than usual. This was not a normal day.

She looked closer, turning to face a wall as she saw her own face staring back at her. It wasn't a mirror, no, it was a wanted poster. Her black and white face stared at her, bags under her eyes, and her hair a wreck. She had escaped from a prison. Just like someone knew what was happening in a dream, she knew what was happening then.

Loralei dipped down an alley, taking deep breaths to calm herself as she raised her wand and pointed it at her face.

She imagined what she wanted to look like, truly concentrating. Darkening her skin and hair. Changing her eyes from blue to green. Making her high cheekbones disappear and her eyes get bigger. Her ears stick out more, her hair become tight curls that bounced out form her head. Growing three inches.

Loralei looked down at her clothes then. They were rags. Dirty clothes torn and muddy. She could not walk out there like this. She would grab too much attention.

She transfigured her muddy pants into slacks, the ratty T-shirt into a blouse, and the dirty hoodie into a blazer. She wasn't cold, and she caught her reflection in a mirror. She looked nothing like herself. Perfect.

She stepped back out onto the street and her surroundings changed again.

Her parents appeared. Cordelia and Charles. They looked like they did when Loralei and James started school. They looked healthy. Loralei almost cried just seeing them.

'Mom? Dad?" She whispered, reverting back to her younger self. Had it only been a few years ago that they were both healthy and alive? It seemed like forever. Like she had lived a thousand years since then, but still looked young.

Their faces turned to frowns, not something she usually saw from her parents, or at least not this fierce.

"What were you thinking?" Her mother demanded. "You are such a disappointment. Living with two men? Sleeping with one of them? At least your brother got married, you slut!"

Loralei flinched, her shoulders began to slouch. She didn't understand. Her want was held loosely in her hand now because of all the things she had expected to see, her parents were not one of them.

"What?" She whispered, breathless.

"You heard your mother." Her father growled. "We had such high hopes for you when we found you in that orphanage, and now look at you." He waved her over. She was back to wearing the sweatpants and hoodie she was told to dress in today. "You're no more than a pureblood's slut. When he leaves you for a good pureblood girl, you'll know that you were never good enough to be one of us."

That's what tipped Loralei off. Her father was never for blood purity. He never thought that who someone was had anything to do with who their parents were. Whatever this illusion was, it had gone too far.

"You're not my parents." Loralei stood tall. "They would never say that. They love me. They're proud of me."

The room went black, longer this time than before. When it lightened, she was standing in a white room. She could see any walls, though it all seemed to be a little foggy. Two people appeared there, one man and one woman. Both with light blonde hair and young faces. They both had the same color blue eyes as Loralei. They both were taller than her. They both had fair skin and high cheekbones. The woman looked like an older version of Loralei, and the man could only be described as the male version of Loralei.

"Merlin, I'm glad we got rid of her." The man rolled his eyes. "I can't imagine raising that."

The woman laughed. "Don't even start. An auror in training. She probably isn't even going to pass the test to become one. Such a disappointment."

"Should have been a boy."

Loralei always feared this in the back of her mind. That she was never wanted. That they only wanted to have a boy, and she wasn't. But what did these people ever mean to her? She was loved, and she didn't need to be loved by the people who abandoned her.

Loralei smirked. "Fuck you too, then."

Darkness.

She was in her home now. The large living room. She looked down at her hands. There was sticky red blood on her hands. Her heart almost stopped. Who's blood was this? It wasn't her own.

Loralei looked around her. Lily's bloody body laid behind her. Blood trickled from her mouth and nose, and covered her shirt form a wound Loralei could not see. She had a blank look in her emerald eyes.

"Lily!" Loralei cried, rushing to her side. It looked so real that she forgot where she was. She forgot it was a test. She forgot that it wasn't her friend, but something akin to a hallucination.

Loralei shook Lily's lifeless body, and after a very long moment, she stopped and stared at Lily a moment before she placed her thumb on Lily's left eyelid, and her index on Lily's right, and closed her eyes. Thats when she started to think about the others. Where were they?

Loralei stood, wiping the blood on her pants as she did. She had to find the others. They had to be okay. She couldn't be left alone without them. It would be too cruel. Life couldn't be that cruel.

She stumbled, unable to balance herself correctly on her own two feet. She was running on autopilot. She didn't know how her feet kept moving forward, but they did. She stumbled into the dining room, where James and Remus were slumped forward in their chairs at either end of the table, pools of blood told her that they were dead. She still made sure they didn't respond to her shaking them.

Loralei didn't cry, she was too numb. Too used to death. It didn't effect her the same. She had seen it too often.

She was frightened by what she could find in the kitchen. There was only one true piece of her family left. The family she had since she was eleven, and she knew she wouldn't be able to see him dead. It would kill her too.

She walked into the kitchen, not because she wanted to, but because she felt like she had to. She had to see what was in the other room. She had to see if her love was in there. He couldn't be there. He shouldn't be there.

She could recognize him by his leg, and her knees went out from under her as she fell. She had her hands on the floor. She felt like she couldn't breathe, though her heart was beating far too loudly. She felt like she would be sick. She could handle this.

That's when she felt her surroundings change. Her hands felt grass, and her clothes felt tighter.

Loralei opened her eyes. There was green grass around her. She was in a grave yard like the one her parents are in. She looked down on herself. No wonder why her clothes were tight, she had a large baby bump where her flat stomach should be. She brushed her fingers over it in wonder. She was pregnant? How did this happen? No, she knew how it happened, just not why. They used protection. They were safe. Safe sex is good sex and all that.

Loralei looked in front of her. There was a large gray gravestone. The same height she was as she leaned back on her heels. She read it slowly, recognizing Sirius' name and his birthday...not the day of his death. She looked down again, not being able to understand. Her mind wouldn't let the most obvious thing come to light.

A hand appeared on her shoulder. Remus.

"Time to go, Sirius wouldn't want you out in the cold too long this far into the pregnancy. You're supposed to be on bed rest." He held his hand out for her to take.

Loralei took it. "What?"

"I know you didn't get to tell him about the baby, but I think he'd be happy about it. He always wanted to prove that his couldn't be messed up like all the others." He smiled sadly.

"What am I going to do?" Loralei whispered, tears filling her eyes as he helped her up. She felt heavier. She felt huge. "How am I supposed to do this?"

"You'll figure this out." Remus told her. "You have to."

Loralei passed out.

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Loralei awoke in a sickbed next to Katie. The room was white, and there was a screen that was pulled back between the two beds so the girls could see each other. Katie was already awake, and looking at Loralei.

"What did you see?" Katie demanded.

Loralei wasn't even fully awake yet. She could barely form the words with her mouth, let alone be able to cause sound to come out of them.

"Don't worry, it took me a while to talk myself. I just got my voice back. Some trippy drugs, right?" Katie grinned.

Loralei's eyes turned to the ceiling.

"I can't stand up yet." Katie went on. "I don't even know if I can sit up yet."

Loralei tried to move her limbs, but they felt like they weighed a hundred pounds. She wanted to look at her stomach. She wanted to make sure what she saw wasn't real. She wanted Sirius to be alive. She didn't want to be pregnant. Not with the war going on.

"Are you going to have nightmares?" Katie asked softly. "I think I am."

"Yes." Loralei mouthed.

"My last one was my family dead, at least the ones I consider family. Colin was dead, my mother..." Katie shook her head, as if trying to shake the memory out of her head. "No one's come in yet. I don't know why they made us see what we did. It's cruel."

Loralei was finally able to move her hand onto her stomach. It was just as flat as she remembered. She found her voice, though it was a bit rough.

"They wanted to break us, and I think they did."

A/N: I have finals next week! Who else? Anyone worried? We can be worried together, friend!

Anyway, I'm keeping with JK's love of the number 7. (Loralei was able to go through 7 fears). I did get this from Divergent, or at least it helped me think about what I think wizards can do with magic. These are Loralei's actual fears, and it's good if you all take note of them now!

Blue Luver5000: Yes! Another cliffy! I enjoy doing them way too much...Thank you!

Her-My-O-Knee: THank you! You'll meet her soon, I promise! SPOILER ALERT: She comes to Loralei's Christmas dinner. That's when we all get to know her!

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