I was pregnant.
I, Harley Marie Davidson-Dumbledore-Peverell, am pregnant. With Sirius's child. We suspected the child was a he. Mainly because we both wanted a he. But if the child was a she, I'd be all like . . . "WOHOO! IN YOUR FACE SIRIUS!" And he'd be like," . . . you know . . .", to which I would cut him off, and say, "shut up."
Sirius and I had bought our own land very close to the Burrow, and we built a house on it. Sirius hated Grimmauld Place, and I will admit, it was gloomy. He gave it to Harry instead (including Kreacher). Our child would posess the house that we made with our love and magic.
Well, that was such an incredibly cliche line that I hope to never use again.
My half a month had passed already, which means, nine more months to go until absolute agonzing torture. This child had be the other highlight of my life, otherwise that pain would be all for some . . . beautiful child who's crazy as fuck, and will probably be a whore.
If the child does become a whore, I hope the child is a whore like me, where I will only whore people who actually find all that amusing. I still whore Remus, Sirius gets a little pissed, but Remus meerly shakes his head, but laughs at Sirius's reaction.
Oh, and we were ENGAGED!
Think I should stop whoring? Nah. I'll keep whoring until I'm seventy eight!
Now, that proposition that Dumbledore wanted me to do was that I'll be staying around, he said that he didn't see himself at the school too much next year, for long periods of times. He did ask if I would stay at the school, but I decided that he'd have to send Fawkes instead.
Actually, that house that we built was now actually completed. I was too lazy earlier to paint it, but now that it's painted, it looks fantastic!
It's a two story white house (though, smaller than the Weasley's) and I really can't describe it, so there's a link in the external link of a picture.
What?
I also decided to grow purple and white flowers. Had you not noticed I still love those colours? Sirius forced me to grow red and gold flowers.
Our house was pretty.... with seven bedrooms! We accomodated the guests of the Weasley's! And we had a enlargening charm on the inside, so it looked miniature on the outside, but it was a mansion on the inside.
Sirius did like to live it large, with all the money that he had, and mine too. And I had quit my job in the New Zealand Ministry, and was working in St. Mungo's under Ebony, who visited sometimes, under the great stress of Sirius.
He thought that her marrying Barty made her evil, but he didn't know anything about it, so meh. Dumbledore was a little edgy of her himself, but he didn't know about it either. I would trust Ebony with my life, and to be honest, I'd trust Lucius, Narcissa, Rebastian, Rudolfus and Avery with my life too, but only my life, the Death Eaters who are all hardcore Voldemort too, though the Malfoy's weren't that much.
Tonks was currently sitting in my kitchen, with a giant mug of tea. Sirius was at the Burrow, even at this late hour.
"Oh, why won't you please let me tell him?" I asked her.
She shook her head. "He only says that it could be dangerous for me."
I rolled my eyes. Typical Remus. "Which tells you he does fancy you back," I told her, I never was a comforter. "You and I both know he's not dangerous."
There was a knock on my door. I turned and I opened the door. "Oh, hello Harry, Dumbledore," I said with a smile, letting them in. "You were both due in the morning."
