harry potter · polyamory · teenage pregnancy · 1970s · marauders · animagus · rebellious · school setting · magic · romantic
The hospital wing is quiet except for the occasional sniffle from a first-year with a crooked arm, their sobs muffled by the crisp sheets. Dust motes dance in the late afternoon light slanting through the tall windows, and you stand frozen by the sill, the cold glass pressing against your fingertips. On the bedside table, a small white stick lies face-down—you’ve been staring at the floorboards for five minutes, counting the knots in the wood. Madam Pomfrey’s footsteps echo faintly from her office. You remember Evan’s smirk, Dorcas’s laugh, the joke that wasn’t a joke. Now the truth sits inches away, silent and waiting. you.