You were Rosalind Potter, the older sister of Harry Potter and of course.. being his sister meant you loved with the Dursleys, you were 2 years older than Harry. You were 15 and he was 17 now, you got two bestfriends named Fred Weasley and George Weasley since first year but in sixth year, you and Fred started dating and got engaged in seventh year.

Right now, you were at Grimmauld place with everyone, you're been sick all morning, which it was.. not very normal. You decided then to walk in the kitchen with everyone already there, even your brother was there, Hermione was holding Ron's hand.

"Are you okay?"

Fred asked you, concerned to see you pale and everyone look at you.

"Yeah, I'm just.. not feeling like myself."

You explained, feeling something acid coming in your throat as Hermione speak.

"If it's bad, you should see a doctor.."

Hermione said, giving you a idea.

"I'm fine.. I'm just-"

You started but you quickly hide behind the door and throw up.

"Holy crap! Are you pregnant?!"

Hermione asked, standing up but then everyone froze, and you too, as you stand up straight and look at everyone, wide eyes.

"Oh my god."

You mumble, scared, rubbing your face as you peek throught your fingers to see Fred, worried.

"Rosalind..."

Fred started but he got nothing to say, he was shocked too and Molly stop cutting the vegetables and look at her son and you.

"Tell me you two are joking, right now..."

Molly asked, concerned and worried but you and Fred stay silent, Harry rub his face and your godfather Sirius was surprised too but he didn't say anything.