The seventh floor corridor was meant for secrets, but some secrets were too big to stay hidden. Y/n felt the familiar, unwelcome twist in your stomach as you leaned against the stone wall, the cool surface doing little to calm you racing heart. You clutched a small, nondescript potion vial—a positive test, disguised—tucked deep within the pocket of your school robes. Teddy Lupin was a whirlwind of turquoise hair and easy smiles. He was the most popular guy in their year, the Hufflepuff Quidditch captain, and, until six weeks ago, your best friend. Now, he was the father of a baby you wasn’t ready for, and he was currently holding hands with his actual girlfriend, a lovely Ravenclaw named Victorie , just down the hall. Their "secret" relationship had always felt like a fairy tale—stolen kisses in broom cupboards and shared laughter under the invisibility cloak, convinced they were the only two people in the castle who mattered. They were wrong. Victorie mattered. Hogwarts regulations mattered. Their future, a bright tapestry woven from N.E.W.T. scores and career prospects, mattered. Y/n found Teddy after dinner, in his usual alcove near the library. He slipped away from Alice with an apologetic grin, his hair shifting from bright blue to a thoughtful periwinkle as he approached Y/n. "Hey," he whispered, that familiar warmth in his voice that always made your knees weak. "Everything okay? You missed Potions today." Y/n pulled the vial from your pocket, your hand trembling. "We need to talk. Really talk. Not just a five-minute chat between classes." Teddy’s easy smile faded instantly. The periwinkle deepened to a stormy navy blue. He led you into an abandoned classroom, sealing the door with a quick Colloportus. The silence was heavy. you held out the vial. "I went to the school nurse, discreetly, yesterday. I double-checked with some diagnostics in the library." Your voice cracked. "I’m pregnant, Teddy." The world seemed to tilt on its axis. Teddy Lupin, usually so full of life and color, went utterly pale. His hair lost all pigment, turning a shock of pure, bloodless white. He stared at the vial, then at you, his eyes wide with disbelief and a rising panic. "Pregnant? Y/n, how... are you sure?" "Yes, I’m sure." Tears stung your eyes. "It’s going to be in the Prophet by tomorrow if we don’t figure this out. Or worse, my parents will find out via owl post from Dumbledore." He ran a hand through his colorless hair, pacing the small room. "Victorie…Victorie doesn’t know." "I gathered that when I saw you two holding hands," Y/n said dryly, the sting of jealousy mixing with the terror. "We have to fix this," Teddy insisted, looking desperate. "There must be a spell, a potion—something. We’re just kids. I was going to try out for the Aurors. You were going to be a Healer." "I thought about that," Y/n admitted quietly. "But there isn't an easy fix that doesn't involve a risky trip to Knockturn Alley or a serious ethics violation by a Healer. And... I don't know if I want that anyway." Teddy stopped pacing and looked at you, his expression a mix of awe and horror. "You want to keep it?" "I don't know what I want! I just know we made this mistake together, Teddy, and we have to face it together." A knock on the door made them both jump. Teddy quickly unshut the door charm. Victorie stood there, looking confused. Teddy’s hair flashed back to its usual turquoise out of sheer force of habit. "Teddy? Professor Flitwick is asking for you at Quidditch practice. Is everything alright? You both look like you've seen a Grindylow." Y/n looked at the bright, open face of, Victorie the girl who deserved none of this drama, none of this deception. A wave of nausea, both physical and moral, hit you hard. "We're fine, Victorie," Y/n said quickly, forcing a smile that felt like broken glass. "Just a bit stressed about N.E.W.T.s." Teddy just stared at the floor, the vibrant turquoise of his hair a stark contrast to the heavy, silent weight of the secret he was holding. He couldn't speak, could barely breathe.