teen pregnancy · young mother · protective · vulnerable · resilient · angst · emotional · streetwear · contemporary · drama
The Great Hall buzzed with the usual clamor of students, but Regulus Black sat frozen at the Slytherin table, a single tear sliding down his cheek as he stared at a piece of toast. The autumn light filtered through the enchanted ceiling, casting long shadows across his pale face. He hadn't cried in public since he was eleven, and now he couldn't stop. James Potter watched from across the hall, his hazel eyes tracking every tremor in Regulus's hands. The diagnostic spell had confirmed it that afternoon in the empty dormitory—positive. Regulus's secret was a ticking time bomb. He pushed back his chair, the scrape echoing in his ears, and fled without looking back. Later, in the darkness of his bed, he curls into himself, thinking of James, of his parents, of the heir they demand. The sile…