Chapter 1 : 01: Momma Would Be So Proud
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Author’s Note Welcome to my new story. I hope you like it. I’m quite excited about it, I know it’s a cliché idea. The pregnancy stories are a little but I’d thought I’d put my spin on it anyway.
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The music was blaring through the speakers, the drink was being handed out freely and people were defiantly invading other peoples space but no one seem to care. No one cared that a girl was sleeping in a corner, someone was cheating on their boyfriend and someone was being sick in the middle of the room. Everybody’s interest was only in themselves. It was typical. It was the leavers party for seventh year Gryffindor’s, so everybody was determined to get wasted and have a good time. I have no idea how these parties never get shut down. I always wondered whether my father knew about them but he never asked me about any of them. He wouldn't though, he still thought of me as his little girl. Forever and always.
I downed my fifth drink. The drinked tasted isour and not particularly pleasant but it gave the desired effect. Go me. My momma would be so proud. Her baby is getting drunk! Not that I was a baby anymore. I was eighteen! I could go and shimmy it up on Muggle dance floors if I felt like it. I coughed at my own drink imagining me in the middle of the floor dancing. I would get some odd looks, my dancing leaves a lot to be desired. While I say a lot, I mean the size of an ocean.
“Florence.” He startled me and I looked up at him with wide eyes. I wasn’t accustomed to sharing his accompany. In fact, he often ignored me which I had no problem with at all. I quite enjoyed being the girl he paid no attention to. It was comforting. I didn't want to share the light. I was far too happy basking in my invisibility. “Enjoying the party? Ready to go in the real world?” He was teasing me as he ran his fingers through his hair.
“I guess.” I shrugged unsure what to say. “And I have a few meetings set up, that’s all at the moment. How about you?” I applauded myself on the inside, I was carrying off a good conversation that so far had no awkwardness about it. Maybe I was actually growing up. It seems wonders will never cease.
He hand brushed though a strand that was hanging in front of my face before tucking it behind my ear. A cold chill ran through my spine causing me to shiver. “I was thinking about becoming an Auror but it might be weird having dad as my boss.” He laughed.“Your dad is the headmaster, don't you find it awkward?”
“No.” I replied. “We just ate Pringles and sang nursery rhymes.” James gave me an odd look. “Nursery rhymes always cheer me up.” I told him. "But no, my dad hasn't really ever treated me different from anyone else, so it's not really weird. In fact., it was always nice to have someone around."
James stared at me for a moment. “Right.” He finally said. I had shared too much, like usual. I have a mouth that never seems to want to close. “Do want another drink?”
“Sure. I’m thirsty.” I replied. “And I’m Friday!” I said, in a voice that wasn’t similar to my own. Two way conversation with yourself is the way forward. Alright, I should stop doing these things outloud. Weird things like this must stay in my head 24/7.
James ignored me and went to get some drinks.
I stood there, trying not to look as awkward as I felt. I picked the fluff off my clothing. No one had even noticed me and James were talking.
“Here you go.” James said, as he gave me a drink.
“That was quick.” I told him. “Speedy.”
“Yeah.” He shrugged as if it was nothing. I know if I went and got drinks, I’d be gone for half an hour. I wasn't a Potter, I didn't have major status with my peers.
“So where is Ella?” I was referring to James girlfriend. Ella seemed to be as sweet as her name, unless provoked apparently. I’ve never seen her angry myself, so who knows?
James had a wry smile on his face. “We broke up.”
“Oh, I’m so-”
“Don’t be.” He cut me off by placing his finger against my lips.
James face edged closer to mine, his breath tickling my face. My breath stammered in my throat. I needed to step back, I couldn't do this. He wouldn't do this.
Then James did something that would change both of our worlds forever; he kissed me.
I never thought two minutes could last this long but this white stick pretty much holds my future in it’s hands. Yes, I was doing it the good old fashioned Muggle way. Since, it was harder to smuggle a book into the flat than a home pregnancy kit. They don’t teach you the pregnancy test at school. Weird that isn’t it? I laughed quietly, unable to believe this stupid situation I had got myself into.
“Florence.” My mother called. “You’ve been in there for ages. Have you fallen in the toilet?” It wouldn't be the first time.
“Just doing my facial regime.” I lied as my eye twitched. Whenever I lie, my eye twitches. It makes me the worst liar in the world.
It might take only two minutes for the test to work but it takes quite a while to gather the courage to pee on that little stick.
“What? Soap and water?” My mother mused. “Just tell me when you’re done. I really want a shower before everyone starts getting here.”
“Alright.” I muttered and I heard her footsteps getting further and further away.
I sighed, before looking at the test. Surely two minutes had passed? It might have been! I gathered my breath and looked at the test.
I stared for a while, numb.
Two blue lines which meant I was pregnant.
I was pregnant with James Potter’s baby.
I cursed myself for being so stupid. This mistake…I can’t call it that. It’s not it’s fault I’m incredibly stupid. I had been raised where my parents loved each other to the moon, they had often showed me what love was. It made me kind of depressed that this baby would never see the love like that between it's parents because I didn’t love James. Hell! I didn’t even know him that well! That conversation at the party was the longest we’ve ever had. Six weeks pregnant with a man’s baby that barely knew. Life sure is awesome at times.
I was going to be a mother; the realization hadn’t really hit me yet. The fact that my life was going to be entwined with this persons forever. For the first years of it’s life; it was going to depend on me. It would need me to survive.
The thought terrified me.
James? I had to tell him didn’t I? I could disappear for nine months and return with a baby but people would start asking questions. Plus that idea has a big chance of coming back and biting me in the ass. If I didn’t tell him, I would feel guilty, I knew that much. Maybe James would want to be part of the child’s life or maybe he wouldn’t. Either way, I wouldn’t know unless I told him.
As much as I wanted to keep this baby a secret, James had to know. I mean, it wasn't something tiny I would be hiding.
I wasn’t hiding his favorite magazine or something. I was hiding the fact that I was carrying his baby.
And that was something too huge to comprehend.
I checked my outfit for the hundredth time. I smoothed my hand over my stomach. I was being paranoid, I knew that but didn’t stop me thinking that someone might just look at me from the right angle and discover my secret.
I reminded myself that I was only six weeks and I had a few more months before it would become obviously noticeable. It didn't calm my worries or my fear.
I wondered whether I had to attend this party tonight at all. Parties and me don’t seem to mix but I guess I can’t get pregnant again.
The party was only to celebrate my parents wedding anniversary. I mean, I wasn’t even born then. We were hosting it in the pub downstairs; The Leaky Cauldron and no, it’s not what it’s all cracked up to be living above a pub. I can’t help myself to anything and I have to help out now and again.
I had to go to this party I decided after thinking about it. My parents would never forgive me. They are already going to be pissed about my current predicament. Hopefully, they would still love me. I cringed as I imagined the dissapointment in their faces and the look that they would give me.
I went downstairs and poured myself a soft drink. People were already here, conversing between themselves. Nobody was shimmying on the dance floor yet, but give them time and alcohol. I tasted my orange juice and scowled a little. I would have to give up alcohol for the next eight months. It might not seem a big deal but this is meant to be the best time of my life. The teenage years; I was meant to fall in love, get my heart crushed, that sort of thing. I guess I could drink, but it didn’t feel right to be so selfish. My baby would probably end up with an extra leg or something.
My baby. It was weird to think about it. I had created a person.
This would be my life now; it would clearly never be the same. I felt the fear run through my veins. What if I’m not good enough? I don’t know what kind of mother I’m going to be…
Truthfully, I had never really thought about it before. I didn’t even knew if I even wanted kids. I still don’t, but as the minutes passed by, I was becoming more accustomed to the idea. I had to accept it really, there was nothing I could do now.
People will tell me I have options, but I don’t really. There is abortion, but I couldn’t bear the idea. I just couldn’t.
There was also adoption but I didn’t know whether I could live with the idea of my child living somewhere on this planet and not even knowing their name.
So that leaves me with only one option; keeping it.
There you go; I had made up my mind without James. I was going to have this baby and he was just going to have to deal with it. Look at me! I am an independant woman!
I don’t know what I could offer the baby other than my love but I had eight months to figure everything out.
I searched around for James and he was talking to Ella in a corner. He was smiling sweetly at her. I almost backed out of telling him as I looked at them. The truth is, they looked happy and I was going to ruin that. At least for a little while. I wouldn’t be very happy if my boyfriend had got another girl pregnant while we broke up for a little while. In fact, I’d be pretty pissed.
I hope she doesn’t try to kill me. Though if we got into a fight, I reckon my chances would be alright; my punch is good but my weakness is hair pulling. One strand pulled and I’m down. Then again, I shouldn't be really getting into fights should I?
Perhaps, I’m wrong. Maybe she’ll be okay with the whole situation and be a great step mom to my baby. Somehow though, I didn’t see that happening. The first one was the human approach, the other the alien approach.
Ella kissed James nose and my stomach did a small flip. I felt as nervous as hell. Ella walked off and I presumed she went to get drinks or go to the toilet. Either way, I only had a few minutes, maybe even less.
This was my moment. It was now or never. Or next week. Maybe I should do it next week?
No! I need to do it now.
“Hi James.” I waved as I came over to him. Too late now. I've said hello. Then again, I could run off? James probably wouldn't even care.
James ignored me but this talk needed to happen. I was going to be annoying and talk until he responded.
“How are you?” Still no response. He’s turned into a robot. I felt like telling him there and then but I knew I had to take it slowly. It was going to be a big adjustment. He wasn’t exactly making it easier though. “Where is Ella?”
James scowled at me. “Bathroom and to get drinks.”
“I need to talk to you.” No response. James has turned into a robot again. “James.” I hissed in his ear as he was pretending I don’t exist. “We need to talk.” I told him again, hopefully this time it would get through to his thick head.
“No, we don’t.” James replied. “I’m back with Ella now and we’re sort of on shaky grounds.” He sighed. “And talking to you will annoy her and I‘m after a peaceful existence.” He laughed bitterly.
“I need to tell you something.” I told him, trying to make him listen. “It’s really serious.” Like world changing serious. Well our world changing serious.
James shook his head. “Damn it Florence!” He muttered at me angrily; his temper flaring up. James looked around to see if anybody had noticed we were talking; they hadn’t. James voice became quiet and more controlled. “We slept together once. That was it. It was a mistake.” I shook my head at him. “Can’t you just forget about it?”
“I would love to.” I told him. “There is just one problem.”
“What is that?” He sighed at me as he ran his fingers through his hair out of frustration as he looked around worriedly. Elle’s temper must scare him a hell of a lot if he’s this scared of her seeing him talking to another female.
“I’m pregnant you dumbass.” I snapped at him.
Oups. Well, at least I had told him. Not the best way I admit.
James just stared at me. I had done the impossible.
I had rendered James Potter mute.
And that’s when he promptly fainted.