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Defying Gravity by momoe

Format: Novel
Chapters: 26
Word Count: 122,943
Status: WIP

Rating: Mature
Warnings: Strong Language, Strong Violence, Scenes of a Sexual Nature, Substance Use or Abuse, Sensitive Topic/Issue/Theme

Genres: Drama, Romance, Angst
Characters: Harry, Ginny, Teddy, Scorpius, Albus, James (II), Lily (II), Rose, Victoire, OC
Pairings: Other Pairing, Harry/Ginny, Rose/Scorpius, Teddy/Victoire, James/OC

First Published: 04/26/2008
Last Chapter: 12/20/2009
Last Updated: 12/20/2009


Seventh year Gryffindor Prefect, Albus Potter, and his girlfriend, Nat, have found themselves in an unthinkable situation: expecting a baby.  Murphy's Law applied, the next nine months will be filled with hardships starting with a pretty major one: telling the parents.

Chapter 2: 02..Bittersweet Epiphany

Defying Gravity
Chapter 2: Bittersweet Epiphany 

The walk to Hogsmeade was a cold one, and Albus never once let go of her when they were outside. They browsed through shop after shop, making their way down the Hogsmeade High Street. By the time they reached Rose and Albus’ Uncle George’s joke shop, Rose’s jean pockets bulged with shrunken parcels.

It was one o’clock, and, with luck, everyone would be at lunch so they could browse in peace. An automated voice spouted a rude comment as they entered the small shop, and Nat grimaced. According to Albus, his Uncle George had bought this place after the second war ended. Mr. Zonko didn’t want to keep his old shop open, or maybe he died in the war.

Whatever the reason, his Uncle George bought out Zonko’s and set up shop in Hogsmeade. Apparently, he’d had a very successful business in Diagon Alley with his twin brother, who had died in the war.

“Albus! Rose!” A red haired man with a stocky build and slightly protruding tummy-as if he'd had one too many butterbeers and sweets-greeted them from behind the counter.

“Uncle George,” Rose hugged her uncle, smiling widely. Nat had met George only once before, this past summer, and he had been sweet, funny, and charming. His daughter, Roxanne, was in Lily’s year.

“Ah, and you are Natalya, right?” he squinted at Nat as if trying to remember. She nodded and extended her hand.

“It’s a pleasure, sir,” she muttered, her already red-from-the-cold cheeks turning redder when he took her by the fingers and kissed her knuckles.

“And Scorpius. I see you are still corrupting my niece.” He shook hands with the Slytherin, and anyone could tell he was trying hard to keep the look of disdain off of his face. “I trust I will be seeing you two at Christmas?”

Nat and Scorpius both nodded. Nat’s dad had just owled her with permission to stay with the Potters starting Christmas Eve, and any excuse Scorpius had to be with Rose, he took it.

The older wizard nodded, with an air of finality, and then another red head burst into the semi-crowded room.

“Fred!” The quartet exclaimed. Fred Weasley, George’s son, had finished Hogwarts the previous year and was doing an entrepreneurial internship with his father for a few years, trying to figure out what he wanted to do with his life.

The boys chatted with the former Gryffindors and Rose and Nat snuck away to look at merchandise. Nat’s mind flitted back to her current dilemma. Rose noted the far off look on her face and sighed.

“Come on. Let’s go to Honeydukes. I have a feeling that you are going to need some serious chocolate.”

Nat sighed, her hand drifted across the wooden shelves of the aisles of chocolates and candies. Rose grasped her fingers of her other hand and squeezed.

“So, what are you going to do?” Rose whispered, stopping in front of her friend. She turned her head to the side and played with the sign that read “acid pops” in a neat green scripts.

“When?” Nat asked, knowing exactly what Rose was asking.

“If you are…you know…”

Nat sighed, willing the tears not to spring to her eyes. She had been asking herself that question since damn Emileigh had mentioned it in the loo this morning.

Nat knew for a fact that she was in love with Albus Severus Potter. Her stomach fluttered and a smile came to her face just thinking about him. His fluffy, wild hair. His broad shoulders and narrow waist. His bright green eyes… She wanted to be with him for a long time, preferably for the rest of her life. And she was mostly certain he felt the same way.

“It’s so hard,” Nat finally sighed. “I love him so much. But I’m not ready to be a mother.” Tears sprung to her eyes for the millionth time that day.

“I understand,” Rose muttered soothingly as they slowly moved through the aisles of the store. “He loves you so much,” she said reassuringly. Nat nodded and wiped at her eyes impatiently. She hated crying.

After a moment of walking along in silence, Nat stopped abruptly and cover her face with her hands. Her emotions were getting the best of her as she stood, crying in the middle of Honeydukes. Rose wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her in for a hug.

“His parents are going to hate me,” Nat said, dejectedly. “They want him to be with Meg Longbottom, not me. It would be perfect, Professor Longbottom would finally be part of the family,” she uttered the last part bitterly, not even bothering with the tears that were now steadily falling. “And don’t even get me started on my dad. He’s still blaming me because my mum left. Now it’s going to be slag-this and whore-that. He’ll disown me. I will be a pregnant seventeen year old living on the streets, in a cardboard box. My baby will be born in an alley with the help of a man named “Billy-Bob” or something to that effect…”

Rose rolled her eyes at her friend. Nat huffed, and prepared to go on, when Rose stepped away from her. “Stop being so melodramatic!” Rose cried, taking each of Nat’s hands in her own. “My aunt and uncle adore you. They want Albus to be happy and you make him happy. He had that fling with Meg, what? Two years ago? And your father is an ass for making you feel guilty about your mum leaving. It wasn’t your fault and he knows that. He won’t kick you out, Albus will be there for you, and you will never live on the streets. Even if I have to prematurely move out and we get a flat together, there are lots of people who care for you,” she reached out and grabbed Nat’s chin, forcing her to look at Rose, “whether or not you are pregnant. Got it?” Nat nodded and Rose let go of her face. “Besides,” Rose continued, wiping the tears off of Nat’s face, “you don’t even know if you are.”

“Thanks, Rosie. You are the best!” The turned and looped arms with each other, moving steadily down the aisles.

“I’m dying for some sugar quills.”

“I am in need of some chocolate frogs. Seriously.”

“Having a craving?”

“Not funny!”

“Oi!” The girls spun around and were greeted by their boyfriends, who walked in laden with bags from Weasley’s Wizarding Wheezes. “Why didn’t you wait for us?” Scorpius spoke, leaning down and kissing Rose’s cheek.

“Yeah, you know this is our third favourite shop.” Albus smiled at Nat and winked. She smiled back and leaned up on her tip toes, kissing him on the lips. “Hey,” his voice lowered so only she could hear. “Have you been crying?”

Nat shrugged. “Just a bit of girl talk,” she explained. She touched the area beneath her eyes and found it puffy and warm to the touch. “I need to find a loo.”

“Here,” Rose said, having had eavesdropped on their conversation. “You boys finish up here while Nat and I go get us a table at the Three Broomsticks.”

“You want anything?” Albus whispered in her ear when Rose and Scorpius were busy saying goodbye. His warm breath caused a shiver to run down Nat’s spine. She bit her lip and nodded.

“Chocolate Frogs and some liquorice wands. And…if it’s not too much trouble…some Chocoballs? I’m in the mood for strawberry mousse.”

”Anything else, Princess?” He kissed the tip of her nose and she shook her head.

“You get this, I will buy lunch.”

”Okay,” he sighed, knowing fighting with her was a lose-lose situation. She always threw a fit when he tried to pay for everything, and he’d come to find that she was much more willing to compromise.

Rose and Nat walked down the High Street arm-in-arm and entered the Three Broomsticks five minutes later. Nat’s eyes scanned the large pub, and found a large circular booth that could fit six people near the back. “I’ll get the Butterbeers,” Rose muttered, nodding to booth.

Nat moved through the crowded pub and slid in to the booth a moment later, scooting all the way to the middle. Rose carried two pints of Butterbeer, and slid one to Nat. Behind her, Kate was carrying another two pints, and behind her, Lily Potter carried two more.

“Are we having a party or what?” Nat asked, wide eyed, as the six pints of Butterbeer littered the table.

“Look who I found on the street corner. Thought I’d give them a much needed break and allow them to dine with us,” Rose laughed.

“Aren’t you supposed to be on a date?” Nat narrowed her eyes at Kate.

“Arnie is such a bore,” she groaned. “All he would talk about was his stupid plants. He would go on and on and on. Honestly, they sit in the dirt and you water them…”

“Well his is Professor Longbottom’s son,” Lily pointed out.

”True that,” Rose agreed.

“So you ditched him?” Nat couldn’t believe that, Kate wasn’t that kind of person.

“Heavens, no. I’m not that cruel. No, he got an owl. One of his plants was in trouble or something. He had to leave.”

“Did you snog him at least?” Rose wondered. They were all thinking it, though.

“He might have kissed me.” The girls all grinned at Kate and she smiled, shyly. Then she sat up straight. “Unfortunately, there won’t be a second date.”

“I think Arnold is sweet,” Lily informed them, her eyes taking on a dreamy expression. “And Jayson and I just broke up, so I’m so lonely.”

Don’t let your brother hear you talking like that.

“Have at him,” Kate muttered, her Butterbeer nearly half empty. “He’s all yours!”

Albus and Scorpius came in, having effectively shrunken their parcels to fit in to their cloak pockets, and Rose waved them over. Everyone shifted around so that Albus could sit next to Nat and Rose and Scorpius were together.

“Hey, Lil,” Albus nodded to his sister.

“Al,” she nodded curtly back. Albus shot a look at Rose that said, ‘what is she doing here?’ and she shrugged in response.

“Do you all know what you want?” Scorpius and Albus took orders and money and headed up to the bar. Nat eyed the witch behind the bar as she stood, openly flirting with the boys in the pub.

“She is such a slag,” Kate muttered, nodding to the busty witch behind the counter. “She’s married, did you know? And pregnant at the moment.” Her eyes flashed to Nat and she grimaced. “Sorry.”

“Sorry about what?” Heads turned to Lily and she was looking wide-eyed at Nat. Then, her mouth opened in a gasp. “No. Really?”

“Lily, shut up,” Rose hissed as the boys came back. Lily’s eyes glittered with excitement. Albus sat down and threw his arm over Nat’s shoulders, kissing her temple. Lily gushed at the gesture, clapping her hands.

“Did you tell her?” Albus whispered harshly to Rose.

”She doesn’t know anything,” Rose whispered back.

“She’s sitting right here,” Lily’s voice sing-songed to her brother and cousin. Then she leaned forward and whispered, “are you really pregnant?” The privacy gesture was so un-Lily that her two relatives balked at her for a moment. Usually she was shouting off the rooftops any secret she learned. There was not a subtle bone in that girl’s body.

“I don’t know,” Nat whispered back and Albus’ arm tightened around her shoulder.

“It’ll be okay,” Lily whispered reassuringly.

“Who are you and what have you done with my sister? Seriously!” Albus stared, wide eyed, at his sister. She just giggled and shrugged.

“You can’t tell anyone, Lily,” Rose warned.

“Come on, give me some credit. I can keep secrets, you know.” At the disbelieving glances she added, “Important ones.”

The food came just then and the group of friends ate and talked the afternoon away. It was four o’clock when Lily excused herself to go back to the castle. The group of friends made plans and prepared to leave.

“Hold it,” Nat said when everyone moved to stand. “I can’t go in there,” she said suddenly. The four others slumped back in to their seats and she felt the need to explain. “Your Uncle George’s shop is right across the street. If he sees me go in there, he’ll think there’s something wrong. If he sees you or Rose or even Scor go in there, he’ll think there’s something wrong and try to find out. None of us can go in there.”

“He’s probably locked in his office,” said Rose, looking to Scorpius for support. He shrugged and nodded.

“But Fred will be on the floor,” Albus pointed out. “And he’s an even bigger gossip than Uncle George. I mean, this could be nothing and if Fred blabs that one of us was seen going in to the apothecary, especially with a perfectly good infirmary at the school…”

“We’re fucked.” Rose rolled her eyes at Scorpius’ choice of words, but it did get the point across.

“I could do it,” Kate offered, and Nat smiled, gratefully. Her palms were sweaty and she was getting nervous. They stood to leave, with Kate and Rose still whispering together.

“Six?” Kate asked and demanded an explanation. “Okay,” she said when Rose explained about the other girls were possibly non-effective birth control potion, “but what happens if she’s not? Then we have five expensive pregnancy tests.”

“I don’t care,” Rose hissed, her anger and frustration of the whole entire situation finally coming out. She immediately felt bad as Kate hadn’t done anything wrong besides have an opinion. Her voice softened. “Just, please…”

“Here,” they neared the door leading back onto the street and Albus thrust a small bag of coins at Kate. “There should be plenty enough gold there.”

“You don’t have-” Nat started, but was cut off with Albus’ finger over her lips.

“Hey,” said Albus, his arms sliding around her waist. “I’m taking care of you.” Nat smiled and pressed her lips against his. He immediately deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue in to her mouth and grazing her teeth.

“Oi!” Scorpius groaned. “That’s the reason we are in this situation in the first place.”

Kate was adamant that they meet her back in the Gryffindor common room and so they left, separately, and she walked to the apothecary.

The common room was crowded with students showing off their purchases and talking excitedly, and the group of four found a quiet corner near the portrait hole. As dinner time neared, the large room slowly emptied. Students flowed in and out, ridding themselves of their packages and then heading down to dinner in groups.

None of them were hungry, having just eaten a few hours before. Nat began shaking in nervous anticipation, and Albus pulled her on to his lap, rocking her back and forth and rubbing the outside of her thigh. She rested her head on his shoulder and his hand slid higher, coming to rest on her lower abdomen. He didn’t look up, just stared at his large hand covering her.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the portrait hole swung open and Kate clambered in, carrying a brown box with the apothecary’s insignia on the top. Rose and Scorpius jumped up.

“Finally!” he cried. “What took you so long?”

“Professor Moore, if you must know. He caught me coming out of the apothecary and heckled me in to telling him what I was getting that I couldn’t receive at Hogwarts’ infirmary.”

“Did you tell him?” Rose gasped. Albus and Nat had stood by then, and were holding hands off to the side.

“Of course not! I’m not daft! I told him it was an allergy medicine. He followed me all the way back to the school.”

“Why didn’t you shrink the flasks?” Albus wondered aloud.

“The man at the apothecary told me not to, that it could alter the spell. Now, are we going to get this over with? This box is rather heavy and I have been holding it for quite a long time.”

Albus took the box from her and they all headed up to the seventh year boys’ dorm. All of Albus’ roommates, including Bryce and Arnold, were out, so the room was empty. He placed the box on his trunk and then pulled Nat in to him, sliding his arms around her waist. She laid her head on his chest and he kissed her crown.

“Okay,” Rose opened the box and pulled out a flask. She read the instructions and grimaced. She handed them to Nat and she read over them, Albus reading them over her shoulder.

“Okay, just pee in this thing and then in four minutes we will know,” Albus handed her the curved pink bottle, the opening larger at the top, and Nat nodded. She took the flask from his hands and went in to the loo.

“Oh it stinks in here!”

A moment later, the sink turned on. “Are you okay?” Rose called to her friend.

“Yeah,” the water shut off and Nat walked out. “A little trouble going under pressure.”

Albus sat down on a maroon trunk with a big, golden ‘A’ on it in loopy script; Arnold Longbottom’s trunk. He pulled Nat down on to his lap and hugged her close. He didn’t know about her, but he sure could use some comfort right about then.

The door burst open and Bryce rushed in, followed by Emileigh. “Have you found out yet?” she gushed, looking to Albus and Nat.

“Two minutes, seventeen seconds,” Rose counted off her watch. Emileigh nodded and the room fell quiet.

Another minute later, Nat could not sit still. She stood and began pacing the room. She walked almost to the bathroom, and then turned back. Then she did it again. Albus stopped her before she could do it a third time, and he grasped her cheeks in his hands.

“Are you nervous?” He was. She could feel his sweaty palms on her face. She couldn’t speak, so she nodded instead. “Me, too,” he confided, then pulled her in close for a hug. She buried her head in his chest, worried tears filling her eyes.

“Hey,” he muttered when she let out a sob in to his chest. He pushed her shoulders back slightly and looked down in to her blue, tear-filled eyes. “Whatever happens, we’re in this together, okay?” She nodded weakly. “I mean it, Nat. I love you. We will get through this. Okay?” She nodded again and he shook his head. “Say it.”

”Okay,” she whispered. “I love you, too.”

The alarm on Rose’s watch rang out throughout the room and Nat took a large, shuddering breath. She moved tentatively across the room and in to the bathroom. She picked up the pink flask and carried it back in to the room.

“What do I do?” she turned to Rose, who read the directions.

“It says to just open it. That you will know when it’s opened.”

She nodded weakly, and then her hand slid up the glass to the cork. She wiggled it up a bit, her eyes locked on Albus’ as she pulled the cork all the way out of the bottle…

…and a baby’s cry filled the room.

A/N: I have to give credit where credit is due, and the pregnancy tests are based on the pregnancy tests in the story For Bitter of For Worse by Kerichi on a bunch of different fic sites (I don't think it's up here, but it is rated PG-13) so thanks to her for that idea!