*~Erin, Chapter 8~*
THE LAST CHAPTER


"Oh Remus, yes! Yes! Of course! I will marry you! I love you, Remus!"
Remus picked me up and swung me around the room. "Really, Erin?"
"Of course!"

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The school was ecstatic at the news of our engagement. They were always nosing into our relationship, but I didn't mind much. As long as I had Remus, I was happy. And now we were going to get married, and I would always have him. Forever!

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"Remus, I have something important to tell you. Privately." Remus took my hand and we wandered off to his dormitory.
"K, Erin, shoot." He said as he locked the door. I looked around to see if anyone was there, I didn't want anyone eavesdropping this time.
"Remus, I'm, we're..." I lowered my voice to a soft whisper "...I'm pregnant." My stomache fell to the floor. At least I was almost out of school, and our wedding was in less than two months. It still felt so wrong, though. Even though I was in love with Remus, even though I knew it wouldn't break us apart, it still made my stomach churn to think about it. I couldn't believe it, and yet I had to tell him already. He hugged me closer to him.
"It's okay, Erin. We'll do fine. I love you. I'm here for you." Somehow his words comforted me, though my life felt like a mess. I never thought of being pregnant, of modeling maternity robes instead of the usual cute teenage robes. I had worked so hard to lose all that weight and now I would gain so much, with a child in me.
"Thank you. I love you, Remus."
"Erin," He said, with a serious tone in his voice, "you are going to have to eat better. You can't starve the child. And you can't starve yourself, either. Magic or no magic, there is no cure for an eating disorder except to stop. I love you too much to lose you to some eating habits that you can't seem to get rid of." I looked into his face and my eyes filled with tears. He was right, I needed to stop. I needed to eat more, but I didn't want to. I felt so powerful when I skipped a meal or two, I didn't know if I could stop. I promised him I would try. I collapsed on his bed.
"Oh, Remus. I haven't eaten since last night. I promise I'll start eating every meal starting tomorrow morning." I could no longer talk without choking on my tears.

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"No, you don't understand. I need to talk to you and Karen in private. I have to tell you both something extremely important!"
"Okay, okay...but there aren't any private places in this castle at night."
"Then we'll have to go outside!" I nearly shouted. Meghan suddenly realized it was very important, I think, because then she dashed off, and in five minutes she was back with her coat and Karen. I led them outside, hoping all the while we wouldn't be caught. I took them to a bench near the forbidden forest and sat between them. I gave them both serious looks and opened my mouth to speak. Finally I was able to speak.
"Karen, Meghan..." My voice shook with fear. I gazed up at the gorgeous full moon and composed myself. I sighed and started again. "...I'm...going to have a baby." Meghan blinked, but Karen looked as if I'd said nothing. She's used to me telling her crazy things I've done, she's been hearing them for seven years, so this probably was not as big a surprise to her as it was to Meghan.
"Pregnant?" Meghan asked in a timid voice. I nodded and tears began streaming down my face again. I was not even eighteen yet, and I was going to be a mother. I still had not eaten a thing today, and I was a little bit weak, and I'm not sure my brain was working quite right, plus the shock of being pregnant and telling three people in a day, I almost fell off the bench, but Karen caught me.
"Erin, it's okay, it's okay," She soothed and embraced me in a warm hug, "you'll be a wonderful mother. Everything will be okay." I hugged Karen back.
"Can I...take a walk? Just a short one to contemplate things." I almost giggled at Meghan using such a big word, but I just nodded.
"So what are you going to name the child?"
"I don't know. Didn't think about it yet."
"Well, if it's a boy, you could name it...Lucius. Just kidding. Ha ha." I stared at her, wondering why she was trying to get me to laugh. Lucius still ranked highest on my list of people I hate. I thought about names, and remembered back to my fifth year, when I thought Remus was a cool name. Plus, it would be in honor of my husband, and that would be cool too. Remus was such a good name. But what if it was a girl?
"Remus for a boy." I said plainly. Karen didn't look very surprised.
"What if it's a girl?" She asked. I thought about this for a moment, then made up my mind.
"How about first name Meghan, middle name Karen. Sorry Karen, but I like the name Meghan better. Nothing personal." She made an angry face at me, and at first I thought she was actually mad. Then, for some reason, we both burst into a fit of giggles. We didn't stop laughing until we heard a piercing scream that sounded strangely like Meghan. However scared being pregnant made me, this made me so much more frightened. What is she was killed? What if I couldn't find her? I sat up with a start.
"Meghan." I whispered and grabbed Karen's hand before I set off running to find her. "Where is she?"
"Maybe she got hit by the whomping willow."
"Good idea, let's go check." We ran to the tremendous tree and looked around for Meghan, keeping our distance so we wouldn't get hit. I spotted Meghan lying on the ground, her clothes soaked in blood.
"MEGHAN!" I screamed in agony. What had happened? A little rat scurried away toward the tree. Meghan had blood running out of her neck and her ankle. Karen and I silently picked her up and carried her to the castle. We were met by none othe than Severus Snape, but didn't have time to argue with him. He made some rude comments, but I wasn't listening. All I could think about was getting Meghan to the hospital wing. Up stairs, what seemed like thousands of stairs, around a corner, finally we were there. I banged loudly on the door.
"Madam Pomfrey, Madam Pomfrey! Wake up! Please! My friend! I mean, Meghan! She's hurt! Help her! She's --" The door opened, and Madam Pomfrey blinked.
"What? Huh? The what?" She seemed to be quite awake, though utterly confused. We just pushed passed her and laid Meghan on a bed.
"Fix her! Make her better! Help her, she's bleeding and she's my second best friend and she's too young to die and --" I felt a hand go over my mouth. It was Karen's hand. Madam Pomfrey said it would be okay, it was just an animal bite, and she shooed us off.
"Go to bed. She'll be well in the morning." We walked off toward our common room, but I couldn't help worrying about if Meghan was really going to be okay.

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"Yes, I'm fine, I'm just..." I was finally able to see Meghan after an entire night of worry. "...I'm a werewolf now."
"You...you are? Oh! I'm so sorry Meghan!" She starting sobbing and so I did the only thing I could think of, that was to keep hugging her. After crying, hugging, and talking to Meghan, I decided to go see Remus.

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I walked into Remus' dormitory, only to find him asleep. They all were, James, Remus, Sirius, and Peter. I crawled into Remus' bed and patted him awake.
"Remus? Wake up. It's about Meghan."
"Huh?" I kissed him and he woke up fully. "What? What about Meghan?"
"She got bit last night. By a werewolf. She's a werewolf now." Tears came down Remus face and he sat up.
"I did it, Erin. I'm so sorry! I love you still! I hope you don't hate me, I'm a werewolf, I bit your friend, I didn't know. I didn't know what I was doing, Erin!" I looked into his face and wanted to scream in horror.
"REMUS! I am not marrying a werewolf. You bit my best friend, now she's a werewolf! This is the end, good bye, Remus. Good BYE!" I walked out of his dormitory and back to mine. I lay in bed, crying, shaking, horrified. I had been dating a werewolf for two years, and he is the father of my child. A werewolf, we made my best friend a werewolf. I imagined all the pain she would go through every time she transformed. I was horrified. How could he have kept it from me so long? Would he never have told me? I never wanted to see him again, I was too hurt, I felt like he had lied to me. I took the stupid engagement ring off my finger and unclasped the necklace from around my neck. I dropped then both and cried myself to sleep.

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"So you're just going to forget about him? Forever? And pretend you never knew him? But what about your baby?"
"Meghan, he lied to me. He bit you. Becoming a werewolf is not a picnic, Meghan. You'll go through excruciating pain every time you transform. I know you haven't learned about it yet, but by the time you get to, you won't need to, because you'll already know. I don't want you to go through this. Why didn't he tell me? He never told me he was a werewolf, that's like lying! I can't marry someone who's a werewolf, someone who lied to me! I can't marry him, I hate him! And my child will be named a nice Irish name if it's a boy, and he will have my last name, and he will never know that he is Remus' son. And if it's a girl, it will be Meghan Finnigan, and she will never know who's daughter she is. I just can't handle him! Why did he do this?" Erin hugged me and packed my stuff for me, because it didn't look like I was going to, I guess. I didn't care that we only had three hours to pack before he left Hogwarts. I didn't care that I would not be coming back here. I didn't care about anything, or at least I pretended I didn't. Remus lied to me, that's all I could think about.

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Approximately 8 years later

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"Mommy? Penelope said she's a Pureblood. She asked me what I am. What is pureblood, and what am I? Am I pureblood?"
"Pureblood means she has a witch for a mom and a wizard for a dad. You can be a muggle and still be magic, that's called muggle-born. And when you have one muggle parent and the other parent is either a witch or a wizard, then you're half-blood. That's what you are."
"Oh. My daddy was a muggle?"
"Yes, he was a horrid muggle, that's why you don't have his last name. That's why I gave you my last name instead, because I hated him at the time you were born.
"Do you hate him now?" A lump formed in my throat at this question. Truthfully, I did love him still, but I could never face him again. Maybe I had made a mistake in breaking up with him, that day when I was almost 18, but then again, maybe not.
"Mommy? Are you okay?"
"Oh...uh...go play quidditch or something, Re -- Seamus. I'm fine." I turned my head away and let the tears flow. Why had I let him go?

A/N: Okay, now you can kill me, whip me, eat me, and cry at me. This was where the story was going in the first place. Sorry! I had this part planned from the beginning, maybe even before I started writing the first chapter. I disn't know you would all get so into it! Anyway, please review even if you haven't before. I need to hear all the sobbing and stuff. Yeah.

Peace (we'll need it), parentheses, and popcorn,

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