You had refused to sleep in the same bed as Remus and Sirius since May - for a good reason, of course, it was annoying with them being so needy.

But it was only more annoying when you’d gotten pregnant, because now they were absolutely paranoid about every possible action.

You might as well have gone back to the countryside, to your family home - the Thornhill house was nice, anyways.

But now you were sitting on your bathroom floor, ready to get skewered on a stick, because vomiting had your mouth tasting weird.