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The girl matched his grin and took a step closer, her argument with the suit of armor long forgotten. Black was supposed to be one of the best looking blokes in school, but close up Melora decided he didn’t look so great.
After all, they had been there when he’d drowned his sorrows in firewhiskey and knew that he had sworn off all women. Including…bloody hell, Sirius mentally groaned, he couldn’t think of her name.
Melora was fairly sure she had never felt so uncomfortable in her life.
Beatrice’s eyes widened and she stared at just above Melora’s head, but the girl hardly noticed. “If he wants to talk to me, he will. It’s not as if I can just waltz up to Black and tell him I really do care about what he thinks and…why are you pointing, oh Merlin he’s behind me, isn’t he?”
Like most of Melora’s recent problems, it was entirely Stephen Walters’s fault. Also Eleanor Harvey’s, but honestly, Melora couldn’t bring herself to hate her for pure idiocy. How in the world was she even in Ravenclaw?
“I do hope this will teach you a lesson about attacking another student in the hall Mister Black.”
Sirius allowed the brief idea of being expelled pass through his mind. No, if he hadn’t been expelled for nearly killing a student, he doubted he would be expelled for getting a fellow student pregnant.
“Right now it’s just a baby. No different from some passing baby on the street. But if I know the gender, I’m going to start thinking of names, and then it won’t just be some baby, it’ll be George or Annie and it’ll be personal….” She trailed off, “And then I won’t be able to give it away.”
The Morning Sickness
Unfortunately, the stress of studying caught up to Melora quickly. She was racing to Charms from the lunch, where she had grabbed a quick bite, when it hit her. A painful burning sensation around her heart stopped Melora on a dime, and she doubled over in pain.
Mary hadn’t been lying when she said she loved babies. She seemed to know everything there was to know about children and pregnancy. Lily said Mary was hoping to become Healer, but Melora thought the Gryffindor girl would make a perfect mother.
“Relax Melly,” Melora winced again, “I just wanted to tell you look quite pretty today.” Melora glanced at him out of the corner of her eye curiously.
The Hogsmeade Trip- Part I
It was Hogsmeade weekend and the two girls had plans with Mary and Lily to go shopping. They were already late as it was, since Melora had waited for the majority of her house to leave before sneaking Bea in and getting ready.
The Hogsmeade Trip- Part II
“Can’t be easy carrying the extra weight,” Sirius mused as he held the door open for her when they reached Hogwarts.
The Perfect Couple
The woman laughed, “Oh no, I’ve got three little boys at home.”
“The whole school knows what Sirius did to Nott,” Bea was grinning now, “Sirius must be the only one in all of Hogwarts who knows how to punch so hard Madame Moffat can’t heal the bruise.”
It was amazing how quickly some people could ruin a happy moment, Melora mused.
The blonde took another deep breath, no reason to be nervous. Only the future of her child at stake here, no need to worry.
Melora scowled and gave James a hard whack on the arm. “Oi, that’s my best friend you’re talking about,” she said, hitting him again for good measure.
The Full Moon
After what seemed like an eternity, they reached the Hospital Wing. Peter was sitting asleep on the ground outside, head lolled to the side, snoring slightly. Melora giggled as Lily reached down and shook his shoulder.
The Beginning of the End
“It’s true though,” Dorcas argued, “Everyone knows what house most of the Death Eaters come from, and it isn’t Ravenclaw. Every other day I catch Mulciber or Avery hexing some innocent muggleborn first year,” she adjusted her prefect badge, “Wish I could do more than just take points.”
The Fourth Day
“No,” Mary rolled her eyes, “But you have to admit, you’re not the most tactful person.”
“What’s wrong with you?” she huffed as they headed past the Great Hall up the stairs.
“I was studying,” Melora replied, waving her textbook as the three left the kitchens and headed up to their common rooms, “You do know NEWTs are in a month, right?”
It was a fairly brilliant spring day. Winter had lasted well into March and most of April had been rainy, but since May had come, the sun had been shining bright and the Hogwarts grounds were proof of it. The trees were bright green, patches of flowers had sprung up, and the even the Black Lake seemed to glisten. The sun was just setting as Sirius and Melora made their way outside, coloring the sky a combination of orange, red, pink and purple.
An arm slithered around her waist, and Melora turned to smirk up at Sirius. “How’d you do?” she asked.
"Tell me you're not planning on flirting with my Healer while I have a baby," Melora groaned.
Still, she looked nice in her professional robes with her hair pulled neatly back and she took a deep breath, reminding herself no one at the Prophet was going to magically be able to tell she'd just had a baby.
The Holidays (Again)
Emma seemed to be enjoying Diagon Alley (as much as an eight-month old could). It was just before Valentine’s Day, and many of the shops were decorated with hearts and bewitched cupids flying in the windows. Whenever they stopped close enough to one for Emma to notice it, she tried desperately to reach up out of her seat for it.
The Sleepover and the Party
“I can do this,” he told himself, taking a deep breathe; “I became an illegal animagus at age fifteen. I’ve fought Death Eaters and faced Voldemort himself. I’ve survived detention with Minerva McGonagall. I can do this.”
Melora patted his cheek lightly. “You didn’t seem to mind so much when you were dancing with Alice. Should I be worried?”
The Secret Keeper
“Sorry, I’m still a little confused,” Sirius shook his head, “There’s a prophecy about Harry?"
"She's grown quite a lot since I've last seen her," Albus Dumbledore commented from in the fire.
Although Melora and her daughter Emily "Emma" Jones could pass for sisters, with the same dirty blonde hair, round face and button noses, some days Melora had doubts she had taken the right baby home from St. Mungo's.
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