HURRICANE

James Potter never believed that beauty could exist in self-destruction, until he saw her. Olivia Kinsley. Her eyes held stories of dangerous beginnings and no endings. He'd never known storms had flavor until he kissed her – they tasted of ambition, ancient fire, and the fear of losing her. Olivia had never been looked at like James looked at her, her past knotted, her heart scattered with thorns. Sometimes she’s quiet, lost in her mind. Other nights, she trips over herself apologizing for the mess she makes. But that look in his eyes always pulls her out. No one had ever looked at Olivia Kinsley quite like James Potter does.

Rain lashed against the windowpanes of the hospital wing, a fitting backdrop for the storm raging inside Olivia Kinsley. Curled on the single occupied bed, she hugged her knees to her chest, tears silently falling.

Madam Pomfrey's comforting arm wrapped around her shoulder, her voice soft, laced with pity. "It's alright, dear. It'll be alright."

But Olivia hated pity. She hated it more than hate itself. She knew the question at the back of her head would always linger: Will you be just like them?

The mediwitch's voice came again, gentle but persistent. "Can you tell me who the father is?"

Olivia shut her eyes, the memory of a drunken night flooding back. It had been a mistake, fueled by alcohol, a decision she hadn't understood the consequence of until now. He was just another boy then, one she hadn't cared about until that night.

"James Potter."

HURRICANE

Romance Harry Potter Pregnancy Drama Marauders Era