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Chapter 1 : Prologue
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Kat Graham as Roxanne Weasley
Leighton Meester as Molly and Lucy Weasley
Ben Barns as Bentley Hunter
I should have listened with both ears instead of one.
Maybe then things would have turned out for the better and I wouldn’t be sitting here, feeling sorry for myself. I felt drained, broken and unfixable. My whole life flashed before my golden brown eyes, as I sat contemplating my future. Was I ready for such a huge dramatic change to my life? I was just seventeen, barely even of age. I wasn’t ready to carry the world on my shoulders, but that was exactly the outcome I was now faced with.
I’d hoped and prayed that it was a lie. I mean, I couldn’t possibly be-
I didn’t even want to utter those two words. Somehow, saying it out loud made the situation seem all the more real, giving me a clearer sense of reality I simply could not change or deal with right now.
I felt a sting in my eyes, a sinking in my heart and a sobbing in my voice. The sting had reached its maximum capacity; an overwhelmed feeling washed over me; I felt my eyes begin to water as tears trickled down my beautifully tanned skin, leaving a sticky trail in their path. I didn’t bother wiping them. I just let them flow; let myself be engulfed by the salty and undesirable tears.
It felt like someone had climbed inside my head, with pin in hands, wanting to cause me pain, pricking me wherever possible. And, in this case, in the back of my eyes, urging more tears to flow freely, like a broken dam; they just kept on coming and I had no way of stopping them.
My dam has been destroyed, my wall knocked down. I was now as weak as those around me. I’d finally reached my breaking point.
It was the last day of Hogwarts. I should be happy. The sun was shining; begging to be adored by students getting ready to leave for the summer. But, in my case, this was my last year - no more Hogwarts for me. I was going to miss this place. It held so many memories; a mixture of good and bad.
Memories of him.
I heard a soft knock on the bathroom door followed by the soft, angelic voice of my best friend. “Are you alright, sweetie?” she asked, concerned.
I did not reply.
“Have you heard what Lorcan and Lysander have been up to?” she went on, giggling softly, trying to break the silence. “They’ve only gone and charmed all the suits of armour to do the ‘Macarena’ and the ‘cha cha slide.’ It was simply hilarious!” she assured.
“It was the funniest thing I have ever witnessed!” Another voice broke through - a much louder one this time, one with the more authority and command between the two. “And, as you can probably guess, the outcome was disastrous. There’s a trail of fallen suits of armour everywhere. The portraits were outraged - so was the Head Mistress! But you know Professor McGonagall can’t stay mad for long; she was soon grinning and rolling her eyes at their mayhem and stupidity.” The girl finished happily, blissfully unaware of how loud she really was.
“Molly, inside voice,” I could vaguely hear Lucy hiss to the girl - who happened to be her twin sister - covering Momo’s mouth with her soft hands, probably looking at her disapprovingly.
“Get off Luce!” the other girl exclaimed loudly, probably slapping her sister’s hand away in annoyance, making the bathroom door jerk slightly as they continued to have their fight.
“Molly Weasley, stop hitting me,” Lucy said sternly. “We’re here for Roxie, for goodness sake!”
Silence fell upon the dorm as we all sat quietly, in dead silence, no more words were exchanged, nor any bickering uttered from either party.
I was grateful upon discovering that my broken dam had now dried out, grateful that the dam in fact was not bottomless. It had emptied out, no longer allowing my unwilling tears to flow.
I almost smiled, but then I remembered the predicament I had gotten my young self into.
Oh, Roxanne Frederica Weasley what have you done? (Yeah, my parents were determined to keep my Uncle Fred’s name alive, so I guess a feminine version of Fred it was then.)
You are not ready for this. But you don’t have the heart to get rid of your problem either. You’re simply not that heartless, not like him. What would he have said anyway, if you had told him? Would he even care? Would he step up and take the responsibility that has been placed upon you? Or would he be a coward and run away?
I’d guess the latter.
I wish I could run from my problem, like he could. But I cannot; he wasn’t the one being chosen for a new beginning, being clung to, being trapped and isolated.
“ROXANNE,” came a shout. I knew it was neither Lucy nor Molly. It was a much huskier voice; that of a man.
“She doesn’t want to speak to you!” Molly snapped icily, guarding my door.
I could always count on Molly Weasley to have my back, no matter what.
“How did you get up here anyway?” Lucy interjected. “The staircase should have turned into a slide,” she pointed out calmly.
“Then why are you still up here?” Molly regained control, being the overprotective cousin that she was.
“I cast a cobweb spell, so I could climb up the sliding staircase without difficulty,” was his cool and calm response. “It was pretty effective really,” he added proudly. I could almost see that grin forming on his lips as he praised his own apparent genius.
“No offence, but regardless of how you got up here, she still doesn’t want to speak to you.” They spoke in unison as if they had rehearsed those lines beforehand. I can tell you that was not the case; speaking in unison was an upside of being one half of a set of twins.
“Well, no offence but I would rather hear those words coming from her,” he retorted, standing his ground.
I honestly don’t know how he thinks he’s going to win an argument between two, very identical, headstrong and feisty Weasley girls.
“Bentley, let it go,” Lucy pleaded. “She just needs some space.”
“Do you even know what happened between us?” he snapped, not wanting to move, determined to stay glued to the floor.
“No, she hasn’t said.”
“She hasn’t spoken to me in over two weeks; surely I deserve to know why she’s being like this. It’s unlike her,” he reasoned.
“It was unlike her to fall into your trap.” Molly paused. “And yet she did.”
“It wasn’t a trap. And I didn’t make her; she did that of her own will.”
“But you didn’t stop her.” Her voice was getting louder. “You let her fall and you weren’t there to catch her.”
“I don’t know what you’re going on about.” He dropped his voice. “It was a bit of fun. I thought she understood that.”
“Guys, stop!” Both Lucy and Molly stumbled back into me as the door to the bathroom swung open, revealing my puffy eyes and quivering voice. Bentley stood staring right at me. His blue eyes twinkled, his brown hair messy, dishevelled, untamed.
“Oh Roxanne, you’ve been crying.” He sounded concerned.
No shit Sherlock! What did you think I was doing in the bathroom all these time? Painting my nails?
“I’m fine, just hay fever.” My voice started to quiver, break once more. My heart was beating fast, as if racing against time, wanting to get to the finish line. Lucy and Molly were now standing on either side of me, both grabbing my sweaty palms.
“Are you okay?” Lucy whispered, holding on tight. I nodded in reassurance, squeezing her hand back.
“We need to talk,” he beckoned; one hand ruffling his brown hair while the other was tucked inside his trouser pocket He tapped his feet impatiently.
“There’s nothing to talk about, Hunter.” He looked taken aback as my lips formed his surname. “I thought I could change you but clearly I was wrong.” My voice dropped to a whisper.
“But I’m awesome. Why would you want to change me?” he joked. Molly, Lucy and I stood silently.
“Your time is up, Hunter,” Molly concluded, letting go of my hand and pushing Bentley towards the door. “She doesn’t want to speak or see you anymore. Clear?” He was persistent, trying to force his way back. But coming from a large family has its perks; Molly was taught to be strong and tough. Bentley’s strength seemed ineffective. She was used to fighting with her male cousins after all.
“Are you sure you’re okay, sweetie?” Lucy urged flicking a strand of auburn red hair out of her face, adjusting her custom made glasses so they rested at the tip of her nose and pulling me so that I was facing her. “Oh sweetheart, don’t cry,” she begged as more tears began to stream down my face, leaving yet more sticky trails.
“I’m pregnant.” My words came out between sobs; if you weren’t listening closely you wouldn’t have caught my sunken words. Lucy pulled me closer and embraced me in a warm, loving hug.
Something I had craved for all day.
Molly sprinted back in, cursing. “Merlin, I didn’t think he was going to leave,” she muttered. “What’s wrong Luce? Seems like you’ve just seen a ghost.”
Lucy merely rubbed circles on my back and cooed into my ears, trying to ease my ever-growing sobs. My head rested on her shoulder as I let it all out.
But the reality was still there, as clear as light of day.
“She’s pregnant,” Lucy replied simply.
Molly fell silent. I felt her shuffle her feet closer and throw her arms around me, as she embraced me in a hug.
“It’s going to be okay, Rocky,” she assured, “Me and Luce are here for you, forever and always.”
The weight felt a bit lifted, but not by much. I no longer had the burden of lying to my best friends. I knew I could trust them to keep this to themselves. But that was not my biggest problem. Now I have the dilemma of letting my family know, especially my parents and my brother Fred. But I was ashamed. How could I have possibly gotten myself pregnant? Mum would be so disappointed. What would she say? I didn’t want to know! What about Grandma Weasley? What would she think? Does she want to become a great-grandmother for the very first time? Even Victoire hadn’t gotten herself into this messy situation, and she was twenty-seven.
Then realisation hit me.
My baby will be born out of wedlock.
Thank you for taking the time to read this story. I know this is fairly short to start with but I promise it'll get longer as the chapter goes on.
Beta'd by the lovely Maybe
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