Lady Black (Sirius Black's Daughter)

Life goes on

Ten weeks into my pregnancy and I started to feel it. I felt bloated most of the time and my morning sickness had kicked in. Why it's called morning sickness is a mystery though. Usually my nausea kicks in right after dinner. It's not the nicest way too spend your evening, sitting next to the toilet because you have to vomit or you feel like you have to vomit every few minutes.

On the bright side, my students don't notice a thing about it. I'm also very glad we told the twins. At least every other night one of them or both come to my room and rub my back while I'm sick. It's nice to have a support system like that.

I've also gone to Saint Mungos for the first prenatal check-up. The healer couldn't properly see the baby on this weird scan thing they use but it could find a steady heartbeat. It went so fast! It sounded like a dozen galloping horses. The healer told me to come back in a few weeks so he can have a clearer look. There was something he wanted to check. I wished I knew what but he got called away before he could elaborate.

That all happened last weekend, right now I'm in my room infront of my mirror. I'm trying to make sure I look normal. Harry's coming over between his last class and dinner. He doesn't know about the kid growing inside my uterus and I am planning to keep it that way. Harry is noce and all that, but he can't keep a secret from my father and when he finds out ... let's just say I don't think I'll enjoy that talk.

There was a knock on the door and I went to answer it. I let Harry in and sat back down.
"Hey Harry, what's up?" I took in his face. There was something troubling him. Whatever it was it was important to him.

"Well, my last period was potions and Igor Karkaroff came in. Snape had made me move to the Front row because Hermione was showing Ron and I an article in witch weekly. Anyway, by sitting there, I could hear their conversation. Snape has been avoiding Karkaroff and now he wanted to talk. They sounded really suspicious so I purposely dropped my bottle of armadill bile so I could stay in the classroom longer. Karkaroff showed Snape something on his left fore arm. He said it's never been that clear sice- well he didn't say. But then he told Snape that he too must have noticed it getting clearer. Does that mean they are deatheaters? What else but a Dark Mark could they be hiding on their arms?" Harry ranted without stoppping to breath. When he finally finished he inhaled deeply and turned to me.

"Well, it's quite possibly they once were deatheaters. You have to admit it's not really that much of a surprise. However I do wonder what Snape's done to proof his loyalty to Dumbledore. Surely it must have been something big if it made him trust a former deatheater." I pondered about it but then decided to let it go. It's none of my business and I'll just have to trust Dumbledore's judgement. Harry seemed to want to dig deeper but decided not too as he took in my facial expressions.

"Anything else, Harry?"
"Uhm, Sirius is coming to Hogsmeade tomorrow. He wondered if you'd like to have a drink with him in The Three Broomsticks. His letter only arrived this morning probably due to the weather." It was possible that the weather had delayed the arrival of Dad's letter. March has begun and though it's now drier, there also was a cruel wind.
"Oh, uhm sure. Just one question. Why is he coming?" It's not normal for parents to visit their offspring during the Hogsmeade weekends. Those weekends are only intented as a fun trip to a safe but schoolfree environnement.
"Oh you know, he just wanted to see how I was doing with the tournament and all. No special reason." He scratched his neck. I thought it to be hilarious he had developed the same habit as James without knowing so. The only downside is that it indicates he's lying or at least not telling me the whole truth. I'd be a hypocrite if would get mad at him for it though. I haven't exactly been sharing everything with him either. Therefore I just accepted his lousy excuse.

He then briefly explaned me what Rita Skeeter had written about him, Hermione and Viktor Krum. He had been moved during potions because of it so it must mean something.
"That reporter woman wrote about my 'heartache' as Hermione has apparently 'moved on' from me to Viktor Krum. That's all ridiculous of course as Hermione and I aren't into eachother that way and never have been either. Skeeter is just bullying 'Mione!" I let him rant about it for a few minutes before telling him it was time for dinner.

We walked to the Great Hal together and I decided to sit down at the Gryffindor table. I sat between Fred and George and layed my head on George's shoulder. I'm so tired! It's probably because of all the late night vomiting. I wish I could get more sleep again.
The twins didn't ask any questions about my fatigue and just put a dish together that they thought I'd enjoy. They are angels.

"Thanks guys." I jawned at them. The each gave me a kiss on the cheek closest to them before digging into their meals. I finished most of my plate before I could feel the bile rising in my throat. Oh no, normally the nausea only kicks in in half an hour. I clamped my mouth shut and speedwalked out of the great hall. I just made it to the nearest toilets when my dinner came out again.
Not a minute later the twins barged into the bathroom. They seemed to have dismissed the fact that it's meant to be for girls only and for that I was grateful.
Fred went to sit behind me and held my hair back while George sat beside me and rubbed circles on my arm. I don't know what that's going to do but I was to bussy throwing up to make a witty remark. After what seemed like an eternity, my stomach was empty and I couldn't possibly throw up anything else. I rinsed my mouth at the lavatory and then let the twins guide me back to my room. They sait me down on my bed, gave me a kiss goodnight on my forehead and left back to their dorm. I slid of my pants and took of my bra. When I didn't make an effort to look like I used to, my clothes don't fit. My breasts have grown almost a full cup and my waist has gained some volume. Only in the comfort of my own dorm am I able to look like who I truly am. A pregnant adolecent.