trans ftm · polyamorous · teen pregnancy · harry potter · protective · confident · mischief · leather jackets · loyal · young adult
The Gryffindor party’s aftermath lingered like a bad joke—James’s twenty-galleon bet, Remus’s hesitant nod, Sirius’s drunken grin. *One night,* they’d thought. Nothing could happen. But two weeks later, silence screamed louder than words. No cramps. No blood. Just a hollow dread growing in Sirius’s gut. At 3:15 AM, the red digits burned through the dark. He couldn’t sleep. Wrapped in a muscle tee and checkerboard pants, he slipped out the window into the rain, his beat-up Converse squelching on the wet stones. A shady convenience store. A Slim Jim™. A pregnancy test. Back in the dorm, hair dripping, heart hammering, he crept to the bathroom stall. Two minutes. Then the result: **Positive**. *Oh shit.* Tears blurred his vision. He shoved the test into his jacket, mind rac…