Harry's POV
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My name is Harry James Potter. I'm fourteen years old, I'm Seeker in Quidditch, I'm in Gryffindor, and I'm pregnant.

Yeah yeah. Here comes the rush of insults. Oh Harry, you shouldn't be pregnant! Oh Harry, you should be more careful! Oh Harry, you're so young! Yeah yeah whatever.

It's not like I wanted to be pregnant. I didn't open my legs and tell Cedric to take me. I'm fourteen. I know I shouldn't be getting pregnant right now.

Oh yeah. You're probably wondering about the whole 'I didn't open my legs and ask Cedric to take me' thing. Let's just say he did some bad stuff...like really bad.

I don't want to talk about it.

So now here I am, sitting in my hospital bed. I sighed and got up, heading to my dorm. On the way back I was oh so rudely interrupted by Malfoy.

"Hey potter, where's your weasel and Pomeranian?" He asked as he came up to me.

"Fuck off." I rolled my eyes.

"Mm, fiesty one." He snickered, making me wince. That's what Cedric said to me when he- "The fuck-?" Malfoy spat when I winced

"Go away," I grumbled, shoving him away and walking back to my dorm with a slight limp