harry potter · polyamory · teenage pregnancy · 1970s · marauders · animagus · rebellious · school setting · magic · romantic
The hospital wing is draped in a heavy, sterile silence, broken only by the sporadic, muffled sobs of a first-year clutching a crooked arm beneath crisp linen sheets. Dust motes drift lazily through the shafts of amber afternoon light cutting across the room. You stand paralyzed by the window sill, the chill of the glass seeping into your fingertips. On the bedside table, a small white stick lies face-down—you’ve spent the last five minutes staring at the grain of the floorboards, counting the knots in the wood to keep from screaming. Madam Pomfrey’s footsteps echo faintly from her office, a rhythmic reminder of the time slipping away. You can still hear Evan’s smirk and Dorcas’s dismissive laugh, the joke that had felt like a shield until this moment. Now, the truth is resting…