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“Oh, Merlin. Merlin, Merlin, Merlin, Merlin, MERLIN! This is not happening. This cannot be happening,” I groaned as I threw my head in my hands. I was sitting on the edge of my bath tub, my wand on the floor in front of me and my calendar thrown haphazardly in my sink.

I was late.

And not just by a week.

By two months.

And this was not good, at all.

“Abi?” A knock came on the bathroom door and I whimpered as I sank to the floor and curled myself up in a ball. I wasn’t prepared for this. Not in the slightest.

“Abi?” Fred sounded worried now, but I still couldn’t answer him. What was I supposed to say to him? To my parents? To Teddy? “If you don’t answer, I’m coming in,” he warned, and yet I was incapable of speech.

So, he barged into the room, wand blazing, probably expecting to find a rogue Death Eater towering over me. But all he found was me sobbing on the floor of my bathroom.

I know he asked me a thousand questions, but I still didn’t answer. I couldn’t bring myself to. So, he did the only thing he could think to do. He took me to my parents. And as soon as my Dad took me in his arms and asked me what was wrong, I cried harder. My Dad took me to my old/new bedroom and curled up with me on my tiny little bed. They had moved everything from our house in England to Romania. So, it was still my old room, but it was new, too.

It was a couple of hours later that I was able to actually talk. I know he didn’t buy that I was fine, but my Dad knew when to not push me into talking. I promised to see him soon and then I left the house I grew up in and Apparated to Dover.

Teddy opened his front door on the third knock. He looked surprised at first, and then downright upset. He tried to shut the door in my face, but I stuck my boot out and caught it first.

“Please,” I whispered. I know that when he searched my face he’d find puffy, red eyes, tear stained cheeks, and a pink nose. I know I didn’t deserve the fact that he opened the door for me and let me into his home. And I didn’t blame him for hating me either. I made him feel like a one-night stand. I left without saying a word, leaving a little note. And ignoring him for the past two months wasn’t really helping my cause either.

Teddy led me to his living room and I sat down on his love seat. He sat across from me in an armchair. I refused to look him in the eye. If I did, I wouldn’t be able to get on with this.

“Teddy,” I whispered and my voice cracked.

“Get on with it, Abigail. I have plans tonight with the guys,” Teddy told me in a flat, monotone voice. Abigail again. I flinched. But I know I deserved it.

I took a deep breath before looking up at him. “I’m pregnant!” I shouted. He stared at me like a fish out of water and I could feel the tears building behind my lids. “I thought I should tell you before you found out from someone else,” I continued as I stared at his feet. “I get that you probably hate me… I haven’t exactly been friendly since that night,” I whispered. “If you want nothing to do with our baby, then fine. I get it. But I’m not getting an abortion or giving it up for adoption. I’ll raise it by myself if I have to, Teddy. I just thought I’d give you that option on whether you want to be in your child’s life or not.”

“Abi,” Teddy whispered, and I shook my head defiantly as tears dripped down my freckled cheeks.

“Let me finish. Come and find me if you want to be in its life, otherwise it was good seeing you. I’m sorry about everything, Ted. I’m just going to go…”

Teddy tried to interrupt me countless times during my little speech, but I knew that if I let him talk, I’d completely lose it.

“Abigail, wait!” he yelled after me. I paused at his front door, halfway onto the porch already.

“I can’t, Teddy! I can’t do this with you right now! So, please just think about everything and then come find me if you want,” I whispered, and before he could stop me, I disappeared.

Fred jumped from the loud crack, looking away from the telly to look at me with concerned eyes. I heaved a heavy sigh and collapsed onto the couch next to him. My head somehow ended up in his lap as I told him everything, starting with the day that had unknowingly changed the remainder of my life.

“You’re my best friend, you know that?” I whispered to him after he told me that no matter what happened, he’d help me with my baby.

He laughed good naturedly as he smoothed back my curls from my forehead.

“And what am I? Chopped liver?” James asked from the doorway, his hand over his heart and a look of mock hurt on his face.

“You’re my cousin,” I answered nonchalantly as I waved him away.

“Oi!” he exclaimed as he sat down in a huff on the other end of the couch. My feet took claim in his lap as we all laughed.

And then I told James everything, too, but before he could respond, there was a pounding on our door.

James got up to answer, keeping the door only cracked so Fred and I couldn’t see who it is. We saw James’s back tense as he argued with the person.

“Just let me see her, Potter!” the person shouted and I froze. Teddy.


Okay, so I was going to finish this post, but then I realized it'd be really long, so I decided to split this one up. What do you think?