Lost In You Ron Weasley

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟙𝟞- Letter✉️

THIS FANFIC IS SO WEIRD BAHAHAHASUHS I CANT

more people said to keep the baby then throw it off the astronomy tower so DEAL WITH IT🙄🤚. ehehehe

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Just before we left the infirmary, the nurse gave me a framed version of the image of my baby. It was black and white and enchanted so that I could see what my baby was doing every second of every day.

When we got back to our dormitories, I set the picture down on my nightstand. I sat down on my bed and stared at it. I know it sounds stupid, but I couldn't help but get anxious every time I looked away.

I still didn't know what I was going to do in terms of when the baby is born. I preferred to finish my studies. Ever since I was a little girl, I had my heart set out on being a doctor, or a healer is what they call it here.

I was watching my baby's hands move up and down when Hermione and Ginny walked into the room carrying their class books.

"Still looking at that picture?" Ginny said, plopping down on her bed.

I sighed and nodded my head.

"Are you ever going to tell Ron?" Hermione asked, sitting down on the other side of me.

I lazily turned my head towards her.

"I cant! I just know he would freak out and never want to speak to or even look at me again," I groaned, laying down on my bed.

Hermione gave me a sympathetic look, then gasped.

"OH, Professor McGonagall asked me to deliver this to you," she opened the first page of her Arithmancy textbook, and a small envelope slid out. She grabbed it and handed it to me.

I carefully opened the envelope, making sure not to rip the paper on the inside, and took the letter out.

"It says it's from Dumbledore,"

Hermione's eyes widened as she slumped back. Ginny put down her book and walked over to my bed.

"Well, go on, read it," Ginny said, sitting next to Hermione.

"Dear Aurora Coldwell,

Professor McGonagall has recently informed me of your current condition. Because you are an exceptional and dedicated student at this school, I have decided that I would be willing to grant you access to the hidden Gryffindor Bedchambers, assuming you would want to continue your studies. I will have the house-elves put together a nursery for your future newborn. This way, you would be able to carry on with your schooling and graduate from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry while caring for your baby. Of course, this is all your decision. Please send an owl to my office with your response in the course of 1-2 weeks.

Sincerely, Albus Dumbledore"

My jaw dropped. I couldn't believe it.

"Oh my god, Aurora, that's amazing," Ginny leaned over and hugged me. I was still looking down at the letter, in shock.

"So, you're keeping it," Hermione raised her eyebrows.

"Oh, um, I," I broke off. A wave of panic flooded my body, and my face flushed.

Hermione noticed this and grabbed my hand.

"Don't worry. You have two weeks to decide, no rush,"

I steadied my breath and glanced at the image of my baby, then down at my stomach.

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The next day, I woke up to something hitting me on my shoulder. I turned around and saw a small, skinny creature staring at me. It had big eyes and bat-like ears. It was frowning and holding a trey in its hands. On the trey were two boiled eggs, a bowl of fruit, a slice of toast, and a fork.