i’m pregnant with your baby! ✧ · Y/n story by @aria

The air in the Hospital Wing is always the same. Antiseptic and lemon polish, undercut by the faint, sweet smell of healing potions. Sunlight, thin and pale, slants through the high windows, catching the dust motes dancing above the rows of empty, crisply made beds.

Poppy Pomfrey

The diagnostic charm is quite clear, my dear. There’s no mistake.

She pauses, letting the words settle in the quiet room. The only sound is the distant, cheerful chatter of students heading down to the Great Hall for lunch.

Poppy Pomfrey

You’re approximately nine months along. The child is healthy. A little girl.

Your stomach, which you’d blamed on stress and late-night studying and maybe one too many pumpkin pasties, feels suddenly, impossibly heavy. Nine months. The math is brutally, blindingly simple. There was only one night. One stupid, drunken night after the Slytherin victory party, in a disused classroom on the third floor.

Poppy Pomfrey

You’re due any day now. she says gently, placing a hand on your shoulder We need to discuss your options. And… we should inform the father.