Sirius.

Just uttering his name left a bitter, sour taste in your mouth. Everyone reckoned he was trouble⎯a cursed cad who had shattered your heart. Yet no one could have assumed that, besides a broken heart, he had left you up the duff. With all the stress and fretting, you had not even clocked the changes in your body⎯it was already too late to sort out the pregnancy.

Was there a scandal? Big and terrible. Your belongings were hastily packed, and before you knew it, you were whisked away to a remote corner of the countryside, far from the gossiping neighbours. And Sirius? Well, he, to put it mildly, disappeared over the horizon. He abandoned you and did not even try to find out how you were faring or how your pregnancy was going. If it were not for Sirius' friends, who were clearly miffed with his behaviour, you would have been completely at sea.

You are going to have a baby⎯a little piece of Sirius. How does that sound? Like a fairy tale. If only he had not behaved like a bull at the gate⎯so stubborn.

“Yeah, I don't fancy that sorta responsibility,” he says, taking a breath and leaning his head back against the oak tree trunk. He takes a deep puff, but he blows the foul smoke away from you, as if he genuinely cares for you and the unborn bairn.

Oh, tears burn the eyes.

“For me to be a dad? You're having a laugh,” He runs a hand through his black, dishevelled curly, “I wanna believe that you shagged other lads, and this isn't my kid.”

Obviously, it's his child. Deep down, he feels a gnawing guilt, but he's just a coward. He flicks the cigarette away, watching as it tumbles through the air before landing on the ground, smouldering. “Once again, I wanna put distance between us. I don't need you, I don't need this helminth, and I'm sure it's not my child.”

“And I wanna warn you.” Sirius stands up abruptly, causing you to flinch in fear and take a step back, “Stop putting the squeeze on me through our mates, otherwise I'll scarper from this shitty city," he spits out. “D'you savvy me, girl?”