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Actions Have Consequences by nmegirl
Chapter 50 : My Birthday was Eventful
 
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I was fuming.

The nerve that he had after acting like a complete asshole. And then to top it off, scaring a young kid into silence. I never thought that this guy would sink so low.

Heading to the common room door, I practically ran to confront him. Well, at least ran as fast as I could in my position.

Annabel deserved better than to be treated like a doormat.

Not to mention that she was now scared out of her wits that this guy would come after her and take revenge. No one deserved that. I’d be surprised if she wasn’t shaking on her bed, staring at the door into her dorm.

I reached the common room entrance quicker than I realised. “Excuse me,” I asked the nearest person out side the common room. I didn’t want to have this confrontation in front of everyone. “Could you ask someone to meet me out here please?”




“Just where do you get off threatening twelve year olds into submission?” I fumed, wanting to punch him so badly my fists were shaking at my sides.

“She told you?” Jason answered in disbelief, his eyes darkening. “Clearly she didn’t take my warning seriously enough.”

“You go anywhere near her, and I swear you won’t be able to walk again!” I warned. “Now answer my question”

Even though I thought I was rather intimidating in that moment, Jase seemed amused rather than scared. Leaning nonchalantly against the wall by the entrance, he said “There’s no need to be so angry about it, I just tried to stop you finding out who sent you that note.”

“But why would you even send it in the first place?” I questioned. “You know that I can’t stand you! Why on earth would you think a letter would change anything?”

Pushing himself off the wall, he advanced towards me. “Like you would have even read a letter or listened if you knew it was me. But I’m not just trying to ruin your relationship or whatever. I really do want you back. I don’t care what Jack thinks.” He paused to scoff. “I mean, his reaction to me has got to be better that his reaction to James, right?”

I stepped back when he got too close. “And still, James stayed with me through all of Jack’s shit. He didn’t run as soon as Jack found out. He’s a better man than you’ll ever be.”

The smirk fell off his face. “James Potter is an arrogant, egotistical son of a bitch. He loves the limelight and will do anything to stay in it.”

“Shows how much you know then doesn’t it?” I spat back. “He’s kind and giving. Not once have I ever felt anything other than safe when I’m with him.” Turning around, I walked away from him, determined to put as much space between us as I could. “I never want to talk to you again.”

“YOU’LL REGRET NOT COMING BACK TO ME!” He yelled from behind me. “YOU MARK MY WORDS. IF I CAN’T HAVE YOU, NO ONE CAN!”

I turned the corner, not once looking back.




“…….you mark my words, if I can’t have you, no one can.” Dom repeated, after I’d finished telling the girls what had happened when I’d confronted Jason.

“Yep.” I confirmed. “What does that even mean?”

“He could be trying to break you up.” Rose said, lying next to an open Potions text book. She had stopped reading to help me figure things out. I felt so loved.

“Still, doesn’t it kind of ruin it for him to tell her what he’s going to do?” Dom replied from her bed, rolling over onto her front. “I mean, telling her that he’s going to break her and James up? Wouldn’t that put her on her guard for anything weird happening?”

“Jason’s not exactly the brightest candle in the pack.” Rose argued. “He’s more of a dramatic person.”

“Look,” I started. “Can we not say anything to James? It isn’t important and I don’t think it’s a good idea to worry him for no good reason.”

Before they could respond however, we were interrupted by an almighty snore, coming from Holly’s curtain drawn bed. We all looked at each other in confusion.

“Holly doesn’t snore……” I muttered under my breath. Picking up the broomstick that was lying underneath Dom’s bed, and ignoring the indignant “Hey”’s that were coming from Dom because I was holding it like a baseball bat, I approached the bed slowly.

Pulling the curtains back slowly, I let out a sigh of relief when I saw Adam and Holly both asleep on her bed.

“It’s just Adam.” I said to the rest, dropping the broomstick without any care.

“What’s he doing here?” Dom asked, walking across the room to pick up the broomstick I’d dropped thoughtlessly.

“You don’t think they did anything do you?” Rose replied, making me scoff to stop from laughing out loud.

“The amount of time they had to get their first kiss right? It’s going to take them at least a year before they’re ready for that.” I chuckled. “They’re children at heart.” Our giggles weren’t quiet enough, and both Adam and Holly woke up.

“Wazzgoinon??” Holly mumbled, sitting up. I laughed even more before I realised they were surrounded by sheets of paper.

“What’s all this for?” I said to them, gesturing at the paper. It took seconds for Holly and Adam to act alive.

Holly squealed and tried to lunge for the curtains. Unfortunately for her, she was tangled in the sheets, and ended up falling out the bed. At the same time, Adam had chucked himself on top of the all the sheets of paper, and grinned up at us as if he’d accomplished something.

“You can’t see that!” Holly shouted, trying to pull herself out of the sheets. “It’s plans for your birthday party!”

Of course it was. The tenth of March was in two days, which officially meant I was an adult. Yay.

“You haven’t planned a massive party have you?” I groaned. “Because I don’t know that many people, and so it’s going to be pretty quiet.”

Rose snorted. “Trust me this party is going to be huge.” She climbed out of bed and sat next to Holly’s bed.

“Who’s going to even come?” I argued. “I promise you, I‘ll even bet ten galleons, no one is going to show up.”

“I’ll take that bet.” Dom grinned. “

“So what do you want for your birthday?” Rose asked, lying back on the ground and closing her eyes.

“I’m not that fussed.” I yawned, feeling sleepy. “Just as long as if I have to open it up in front of people, it doesn’t scream ‘I’M PREGNANT!’”.

Dom sighed. “Just once, can’t you give us a list of what you want?”

“Yeah, I mean hypothetically,” Holly said slowly. “If your best friend was slightly curious as to how much weight you’ve been putting on since you got knocked up, and she decided to buy you a set of weighing scales for your birthday, would that gift be welcome? Hypothetically speaking of course.”

I looked at her with a bewildered and slightly hurt expression on my face. “No that would not be welcome! Why would you buy a pregnant person that?”

“I did say hypothetically!” Holly protested, before standing up. “Now if you excuse me, I have to go cancel a delivery of ……something.” She walked off leaving me dazed and confused.

“But seriously,” Dom snapped us back to the present. “Give us a list of stuff you want that you can open in front of everyone, and a list of stuff you need for the baby that you can open in the privacy of your own dorm.”

“Okay, I will.”




“What was that you were saying……” Dom grinned at me, shouting over people yelling and the music blaring. “About no one showing up? I do believe you owe me ten galleons.”

Before I had chance to respond, another group of people were walking up to greet me. All of them smiling and trying to hug me. It was rather scaring.

“Happy Birthday Amy!”

“You’re of age now Swann!”

“Hope you’ve had a good day!”

“Thanks!” I answered. “I’ll see you later.” I turned as they walked away. “Do you know any of these people?” I whispered to Dom, making her laugh at me.

“Of course not.” She grinned. “You’re going out with a Potter. Therefore everyone wants to help you celebrate your birthday!” When I still looked slightly confused, she continued “Think of it as a music concert. The Potter’s and the Weasley’s are on the stage performing, and everyone else is in the audience, wishing that they could be on that stage with us. You’re like the security.”

“I’m sorry, security?” I asked, even more confused.

“The guy on the steps up to the stage. The guy who can introduce the fans to the band, or even let them on stage with us. You’re like a footstool to the people who want to get in with the Potters.”

I’m security.” I repeated, bringing back the grin on Dom’s face.

“You’re security.” She laughed, pulling me to the bar where all my other friends were.

“Enjoying yourself?” Holly giggled, holding what seemed to be a glass of elf wine. I nodded half heartedly.

“Apparently I’m security.” I said, grabbing a bottle beer.

“At your own party?” Holly shouted, grabbing everyone’s attention. “That’s kind of rude!” Dom smacked her shoulder and took the glass off her.

“That’s enough wine for you.” She smiled, handing her a bottle of butterbeer instead. Holly pouted, but didn’t complain too much.

“Happy Birthday.” Someone whispered deep in my ear. I turned around and wrapped my arms around his neck grinning.

“I was wondering when I’d see you.” I smiled, pulling James closer. “I feel like I haven’t seen you in ages!”

He leaned in and kissed me. “Someone had to pull this whole thing together. And if it had been up to tweedle dee and tweedle dum over there,” He pointed in the direction of Holly and Adam. “ Your party would have been rubber duck themed.”

“Sounds fun.” I said sarcastically, making James chuckle. “Seriously, where are all these people coming from? I could swear that there aren’t this many people in Gryffindor.”

“There’s not.” He laughed. “The portrait hole has been left open, this is a Hogwarts party now.” I glanced around the room, realising now that there were people that I recognised from other houses. Annabel was sitting in the corner with other second years from different houses, David Floods who played on the Hufflepuff Quidditch team was laughing by the fire with his mates, Veronica and her cronies were dancing like sluts on the tables.

“So anyone can come in?” I asked.

“Yeah.” He nodded. “But if anyone you don’t want to be here comes in, we’ll get rid of them for you.” He gestured to himself, as well as Fred and Sean, both of whom were standing with their significant others. “Of course, I’ll have to pull Fred away from his flavour of the week.”

“There’s just one thing that confuses me.” I said, grabbing James’ attention once more. He nodded, encouraging me to go on. “If this is a party where people come to try and become best mates with the Potter Weasley clan, then why is he here?”

He turned around to where I was looking, and instantly changed his gaze to a hard one. Flint had just walked into to common room, which was slowly quietening as people noticed who had just entered. Even the music eventually stopped.

“Stay here a minute.” He mumbled, moving around me towards him. Sean and Fred, who had finally noticed as well, moved to stand behind him.

“What are you doing here Flint?” James said through clenched teeth. “You stay away from our parties, we stay away from yours. That’s always what’s happened since your brother picked a fight at one of ours years ago.”

“Is there a problem with me wanting to see what the big deal was with your girlfriend’s coming of age party?” He smirked.

“Why don’t you go before you cause trouble.” Sean said in his calm, problem solving voice.

“So she’s turning seventeen.” Flint continued as if he hadn’t heard a word Sean had said. “It’s nothing special. I mean, it’s suppose to mark the beginning of the rest of her life, right?” When no one answered, he carried on, grinning. “But so much could happen. What stops her from leaving school and getting hit by one of those muggle cars? Or drinking a potion which she thinks is a Calming Draught, but actually turns out to be the Draught of Living Death?”

The room was deathly quiet as they took in what he was implying. James was practically shaking in anger, while I was trying to figure out if he was trying to scare me.

He looked past James, directly at me, before adding “What stops her from standing at the top of a staircase, and someone giving her a push?”

James snapped out of his silent anger. “Are you threatening her Flint?” He spat, but before anything could go any further, Fred and Sean had stepped around him and were pushing Flint and his friends out of the Common room. After a painfully still moment, chatter started, most likely to discuss what happened, and whoever was in charge of music had gotten things running again.

I gently touched James’ shoulder to gain his attention. “It’s alright.” I whispered, trying to put him at ease. “He was just trying to put you on edge. I’m fine, everything is fine.”

After a few minutes, he turned around and smiled, but the dark look was still in his eyes. “Yeah, everything’s fine.”

“Let’s go back to the bar.” I added, pulling him in that direction. When we got there, one of the seventh year girls came up to me, handed me a drink and wished me a happy birthday before walking back to her friends.

“Is this going to happen all night?” I grumbled.

James gave me a tight smile. “That is usually what happens at a birthday party.” He looked towards the fireplace where a physical fight starting. “You going to be okay here for a bit, while I go break up the fight?”

“Of course I’ll be okay.” I gave him a quick kiss before he walked off. Once he was out of sight, I headed to the side of the room where Holly was standing with Adam.

“You like drinking right?” I said quietly. If Holly was a dog, I’d have literally seen her ears stand up with interest.

“Obviously.” She replied. “But you do make me sound like an alcoholic.”

I shook my head in amusement. “I have a deal for you. Seeing as you’ve been banned from going to the bar, I’ll bring you all the alcohol that gets handed to me. All you have to do is down it and hand me back the glass without anyone noticing.”

Holly looked at me in suspicion. “What’s the catch?”

“No catch. I just don’t want people to notice that I’m not drinking.” Without hesitating, Holly grabbed the glass I’d been holding, chugged the whole drink down without blinking and handed it back to me.

“Deal.”

I grinned, as she pulled Adam away to dance, and leaned back against the wall.

“This has been quite an eventful party.” I forced myself not to grimace at the voice. Without even turning to look at him, I said “I told you Jason. I don’t want to talk to you anymore.” Followed swiftly by me walking away to find James.

Half an hour later, I was dancing to one of the only slow songs of the night with him. Against my will, a yawn escaped me.

“Tired?” He asked, making me nod apologetically.

“What’s the time?” I asked.

“Only half past twelve.” He answered, smirking at my shocked expression.

Half past twelve? This pregnancy was wearing me down. “I’m so tired!” I whispered in his ear, grimacing at how tight the Invisibump I was wearing was. “My stomach aches from wearing this stupid contraption all night, I’ve been kicked to death for the past couple of hours. It seems baby doesn’t like dance music. My feet hurt, the drama has made me completely shattered…………”

“Amy?”

I looked up mid rant at James’ face. “Yeah?”

“Would you like to go to bed?”

I nodded looking relieved. “If that’s okay.”




Having gone to bed quite early, I’d missed the last couple hours of the party. So you can imagine my surprise when I woke up to find several pieces of fruit hanging up around the dormitory, a massive life size cardboard cut out of a mountain troll by the door and a pile of burnt clothes in the middle of the room.

“What the hell happened here?” I said.

“Stop shouting.” came a muffled reply from Dom’s bed.

Seeing as I hadn’t been shouting, this confused me a lot. I slid out of bed to examine the pile of clothes.

“This is all Holly’s stuff.” I thought to myself out loud.

“Seriously, keep it down.” this time it was from Rose’s bed across the room.

“If someone doesn’t tell me what happened, I really will shout.” The curtains to Dom’s bed opened, and a squinting Dom stuck her head out. Her make up was smudged and the word ‘LOSER’ was written in red ink across her forehead.

“We had a bit too much to drink last night.” she whispered.

“I can see that.” I replied, amusement growing. “Why may I ask, are you a loser?” She looked confused, until I passed her a mirror.

Dom groaned. “Damn that Heath Kane.” She noticed me still staring, and said “It’s a very long story.”

“I’m listening.”

“And I’m not telling. At least not today.” I sighed in disappointment, but was distracted by Rose stumbling through the dorm to the toilet. “You alright in there?”

“m’fine.”

“You sure?” I asked, as she stumbled back out, pausing slightly as she looked around the room.

“Am I still drunk? Is that a bunch of bananas hanging from the candle bracket on the wall?”

I giggled, “You’re not still drunk, there really is fruit hanging up all over the room.” She groaned before collapsing on her bed.

“I remember Dom saying that fruit had other uses, but can’t remember why fruit even came up in conversation.” Rose yawned.

Dom looked like a deer caught in headlights.

“So,” I grinned. “Heath Kane had something to do with the loser written on your head, and something to do with fruit.” Dom just moaned again and put her pillow on her head.

“Morning.” James said, smiling from my bed. I walked back to bed and climbed back in. “Morning.” I replied. “Any chance you’ll know why there’s a pile of burnt clothes in the middle of the room?”

James smirked. “That would be Holly drunkenly trying to start a bonfire.”

“But I was sleeping in this room!” I said, shocked.

“I know, I put it out as soon as I could. I’m surprised you didn’t wake up, but you were dead to the world.” He added.

“whazzhappened?” Holly grumbled.

I smirked, clearly drinking my alcohol all evening hadn’t been good to her. “What about the troll cut out? Anyone know why that’s here?”

Everyone looked at the door and then back in confusion.

“Nope.”
“Not me.”
“Where the hell did that come from?”




My seventeenth party was talked about for weeks. The Common Room took eight hours to clean and we never did find out where the mountain troll cardboard cut out came from.

Fortunately, or unfortunately depending on how you saw it, it was the last day of term. Meaning it was the Easter holidays. Meaning I was meeting my boyfriend’s family.

Not that I was nervous or anything.

“They’re gunna hate me.” I breathed, already thinking of the possible outcomes to shaking their hands and just saying ‘Hi, I’m the girl your son knocked up.

“They’re not gunna hate you.” Al whispered back. “If anything, my mum keeps writing letters to me to find out more about you. It’s as if all the info I’ve given them over the years when you were just my friend is not enough.” He rolled his eyes. "I can't believe you've never met them before now."

“What if they don’t like their son’s girlfriend?”

“You’ll be fine.” Al said, just that little bit too loudly.

“Mister Potter, if you and Miss Swann have time to chit chat, then you can sit with other students who could use for free time for some quick tutoring.”

“Nice going” I whispered.

We both moved to our assigned seats for the lesson. Al went to the front next to Simon Wainwright, whereas I went tot the back next to…….

Next to Veronica.

I groaned under my breath. Slipping into my seat, I turned to her. But Veronica was working silently, ignoring my presence next to her. Which suited me fine.

When the bell rang at the end of the lesson. The room buzzed with excitement. People talking about their holidays and their plans for Easter. So when Veronica tapped me on the shoulder, I almost jumped out of my skin. I turned to see what she wanted.

“You need eyes in the back of your head. I told you, stay away from Jamsie, or I’ll make your life hell.” She picked up her bag, and left.

What the hell?

“Come on Amy!” Rose called from the door, “We need to finish packing.”

A/N: A rather eventful chapter if I do say so myself :P

Next chapter will be easter!!!!!

“Nearly back to London?” I asked, feeling my palms getting sweaty.

“Nearly back to London!” James replied, in a tone that reflected the exact opposite of what I was feeling.

“Great, Wonderful, Perfect, Can’t wait!” I mumbled quickly.

“Stop worrying.”

I looked unsettled. “I’m not worrying!”

James seemed to find me amusing. “Yes you are. When you worry or you’re nervous, you get verbal diarrhoea and mumble a lot.”

“Both of which give great first impressions.” I said in a monotone.

I can’t believe I’m at nearly 700 reviews, and that I’ve written 50 chapters. It’s gone so quickly. Thank you to everyone reading.

nmegirl


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