trans ftm · polyamorous · teen pregnancy · harry potter · protective · confident · mischief · leather jackets · loyal · young adult
The aftermath of the Gryffindor party hung in the air like a cruel prank—James's twenty-galleon bet, Remus's reluctant agreement, Sirius's drunken smirk. *Just one night,* they'd all assured themselves. Nothing could possibly come of it. But two weeks later, the silence was louder than any noise. No cramps. No blood. Only a cold, hollow dread expanding in Sirius's stomach. At three-fifteen AM, the red glow of the clock cut through the darkness. Sleep was impossible. Wrapped in a sleeveless shirt and checkered trousers, he slipped out the window into the rain, his battered sneakers splashing on the wet castle stones. A dim, grimy shop. A processed meat stick. A pregnancy test. Back in the dormitory, hair soaked, heart slamming against his ribs, he stole into a bathroom stall. Two minutes…