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' My dearest George,

I think I'm going to stay with my Father, not because of what your mum did, tell her it's okay. I don't blame her. If you and Fred are speaking which you probably aren't, just let him know not to contact me. Tell Molly my father doesn't know and that's why I'm staying here, I need to tell him in the next 2 weeks so he can adjust. Once I tell him me/us might have to go back to the burrow. He told me last night that he knows I'm too smart to be "sexually active" and that I better not be with child and that's why I'm here not with you. I'm scared George. No. I'm terrified. Please come and stay here.

I love you.

Emmalee L. Snape.'

I gave the letter back to Mercy and she took it to the Weasley's. I walked out of the room to go to kitchen. I could smell my father cooking bacon. Oh my goodness. Not again. I didn't make it to the kitchen before I ran to the bathroom to be sick... again. My father must have heard me running because shortly after he was there holding my hair.

"Emma, are you sure you're alright?" he grabbed a hair elastic from the shelf and tied my hair into a loose bun. I grew up without a mother. He's used to this.

"I'm fine. George is coming to stay with us for a few weeks, just until school starts. Fred did something and he needs to get away. It's okay right?" he smiled. I think in the past 3 years George and I got together he's grown used and comfortable with him.

"Of course dear. And if you ever need to talk let me know okay?" I nodded and he left. I brushed my teeth, had a shower and went to change. I put on one of my normal tight fitted Tees. At the Weasley's I wore George's shirts wait.... How far along am I? We've had it once and that was...2 months ago. I looked in the mirror and there was a bump. A tiny noticeable bump. I'm a small girl. You notice these things. I looked ast the mirror and saw an owl perched on my desk, Mercy was back and George had wrote me a letter back.

' Emmalee,

Of course I'll come down. Just write me back when Mercy get's this to you. Let me know when you want me and if you need anything.

Love you lots,

G. Weasley.'

I sat down at the desk and wrote him back.

'George,

Come as soon as you can, and please bring me some Tee shirts of yours. We need to tell my father as soon as possible. I need to talk to you too. So please hurry.

Lots Of Love,

Emmalee.'

I gave it to Mercy and she left. I looked both ways as I walked out of the door of my bedroom. I didn't see my dad so I ran into his room and grabbed a tee shirt. I turned around and almost ran out the door but ran right into him.

"Emma, what are you doing?" I looked down at the shirt and looked back at him.

"I was just borrowing a shirt. George is bringing me some when he comes down but I just wanted one of yours until he gets here because I missed you?" it came out more of a question than a statement. He crossed his arms over his chest. He looked down at my stomach.

"Emma...are you..?" I quickly threw his tee shirt over the shirt I had on.

"George will here in a little bit. Let me know when he gets here." I walked right past him and into my room. I grabbed a book and began reading. About 30 minutes later George walked into my room and closed the door.

"Emma? What's going on? What do you need to tell me before we talk to your father?" He sat on my bed and rubbed my arm. I stood up.

"This." I took my dads shirt off, then I took my shirt off because it's uncomfortable with 2 shirts on. I showed him my growing stomach. "You took it 2 months ago, and we've only done it that one time.." He came over and kissed my forehead. He gentally placed a hand on my stomach then kissed it.

"Emmalee Lily Snape. I love you. I would not have proposed if I didn't. I love both of you. We will get through this. I promise." I put my dads shirt back on and I hugged him.

"Thank you George. I love you so much." I hugged him. "We need to tell my father now." I looked up at him and he nodded. He took my hand and we walked out and saw dad talking on the phone.

"Narcissa, I think she's pregnant." he paused. "She needs to meet her mother." there was another pause. "Narcissa please, she needs you. She needs a mother who can care for her." he waited for an answer. "Yes, I know she has Molly but Molly also has 7 children of her own, one which would be the father of Emmalee's child. I've come to have a strong bond with George, he'll be a great father. I just wish they'd tell me." he took a deep breath in a let it out harshly. "Goodbye Narcissa. I'll see you soon." He hung up the phone and George and I ran out of sight. We waited a little bit and then we came out.

"Daddy?" my father was now drinking coffee and reading the paper. He looked up.

"Yes Princess?" He put the paper down and motioned for us to come sit. We walked over and took a seat across the table from him.

"We.. er.. I guess me, or I.. I need to talk to you. Right now." He took a sip of coffee and looked at me with worry in his eyes.

"What's wrong dear?" he's really good at making awkward and tough situations a little less so.

"Well Daddy, first off I'm sorry for trying to sneak your shirt I obliviously could have just asked. And I guess I'm just sorry in general. I'm really sorry Daddy I really am." I started rambling on about everthing. George was touching my knee and my father reached over the table to grab and hold my hand.

"Princess, just tell me." he rubbed my hand, and I looked at him with tears in my eyes.

"I'm pregnant."

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and that my darlings is chapter 3. I hope you all enjoy it.

With Love,

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