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"Because we needed to go somewhere," I answered promptly, dusting all of the ashes off my robes. I was in such a brilliant mood that even Aberforth's questions didn't deter me.
"It's not… illegal right?" Aberforth asked, slightly wary as he eyed the two of us carefully.
James rolled his eyes and said, "Oh Ab. We told you last time. It's nothing serious. Actually, it is serious but nothing that we'd get in trouble with the Department of Magical Law Enforcement with. Although my aunt Hermione might make an exception when she finds out…"
He trailed off, frowning as his face had a slightly panicked expression. It smoothed out so quickly that it almost seemed as if I had imagined it.
Aberforth raised his eyebrows but to his credit, said nothing.
"Well off you go then. You don't want to be caught out of school like this," he said gruffly, shooing the both of us quickly out of Hogs' Head through Arianna Dumbledore's portrait.
My good mood from seeing my baby for the first time dimmed slightly as the two of us walked in silence from Hogs' Head back to the Room of Requirement.
"James… have- have you told your parents yet?" I finally asked softly as we climbed through the portrait hole to the Room of Requirements.
James didn't answer me but just settled himself down on a sofa that had conveniently appeared. I took a seat by him but eyed him cautiously.
The Potters and Weasleys were a really tight knit family. Despite the fact that some of them, such as Lily Potter whom I adore, have big mouths and spill almost everyone's secrets, the Potters and Weasleys have a remarkable commitment towards their family.
Of course being war heroes of the Second Wizarding War and losing a very close family member might had something to do with that, but I knew that eventually, there were no family secrets.
Everything was let out on the table, whether you liked it or not and sometimes, that made things messy.
I didn't want to push James but Lucy and Rose had warned me that I needed to discuss this with him.
My parents were one thing because now that I had Charlie and Rachel on my side, my mum would sure take my side, though she'd give me the whole I'm-disappointed-in-you talk. My dad would be difficult but it would be nothing that my mum wouldn't be able to stand. After all, she's a lady of iron steel and although she stays at home, she's the real boss of the house.
I loved my parents but our family wasn't like the Potters, a family forged despite all odds and a family that was closer than I thought imaginable.
"I haven't told them yet. I thought it'd be better if I told them in person," James finally said with a heavy sigh. He threw his arms around my shoulders and I snuggled him tightly to him, basking in his seductive scent.
"Do you want me to be there when you tell them?" I asked softly, gazing up at him.
James grimaced and said, "I don't know if it's a good idea to be within throwing and hexing range of my mum but I appreciate that."
Ginny Potter was one hell of a woman, and although I knew that she had never actually hexed her children before, it was one hell of a threat.
I didn't say anything but just nodded, letting James know of my support for him.
"I… it's not that anyone in my family will disapprove. We are going out and we are going to keep it. If anything, Grandmum Weasley will just be excited that she'll have one more great grandchild and I know that Mum and Dad would be very glad when we do have our child," James said, locking his brown eyes with mine as he absentmindedly combed his fingers through my hair.
James hugged me closer to him and answered, "I just don't want to disappoint them."
I got caught by surprise and blinked at James in mild shock. Before I could say anything though, he went on.
"Whenever anyone sees the three of us, me, Al, and Lily, I mean, it's like there's already a sort of stereotype there. Not that it's not all true but it doesn’t exactly make things easier. Lily's Daddy's little girl and the youngest one in not only our family but in our extended Weasley family as well. Being the carbon copy of my mum probably just makes her more endearing. And Al… I mean looking exactly like Dad is one thing but sometimes it's like he's got more of the quiet Potter side rather than the flashy and ostentatious Potter side like me and Lily. He's the prefect and I don't think Lily's exactly cut out to be prefect material next year either. You know he hates it when people call him the goody two shoes because he likes a good laugh as well but that behind the scenes style is more him," James said with a smile at the thought of his siblings.
I smiled as well, James's infectious affection for his family spreading to me as well, though I had known Al for just as long as I had known James.
"And remember how Grace Dunbar was telling us how people view us differently? I feel like that's true of how everyone looks at all of us. Lily's the perfect angel and Al is the one who is not a trouble maker when you put him next to me. If one of us had to be disappointment to Mum and Dad, it'd be me," James finished off, his tone miserable.
My heart twisted with something that I wasn't sure what it was. All I knew was that I wanted to cry because of how much I didn't want James to just think he's the trouble maker of the family.
"Oh James, don't think like that!" I nearly all but sobbed as I threw my arms around his neck and hugged him tightly.
"Are… Bella are you crying?" I heard James's voice asked, very bewildered.
I shook my head and quickly wiped my tears away. "I'm sorry. It's not that. I just don't want you to think like that."
I pulled away and looked at James straight in the eye.
Instead of nodding that he got my point or furrowing his eyebrows in confusion at what my point was, he just sighed and said, "I don't know Bella because it's sort of true. I feel like the entire Wizarding world is looking at us through a peering glass and immediately pointing their fingers and deciding that I'm going to be the one that will make some awful mistake that'll land our family in the middle of controversy. And now you're pregnant and that's just confirming what they already thought. I don't want to be the one that lets everyone down."
"You're not going to let everyone down, James. Why would you think that?" I asked gently.
"I don't know, Bella. I really don't know but I just know that I don't want to let anyone down, especially my mum and dad. They're the ones who have been there for me every step of the way so far. Mum encouraged me to think of Quidditch serious as a career and Dad has always given me a lot of leniency when Mum cracked down on the rules. I just don't want to disappoint them because I know they have a lot of expectations for me," James explained. He turned his entire body so that he was facing me and looked back into my eyes keenly.
I had a feeling that we were leaving the realms of a conversation of how we were going to tell our parents that I was pregnant and into another conversation that was far deeper.
I just nodded my head, an indication to let James know that I was listening.
He went on. "I don't want to be like Molly who got so prissy sometimes that Dom threatened to find a new best friend. I want to have a good laugh but I don't want to be that person in the family that is the first to become a burden or become the one that everyone secretly hates because I’m out having too much fun or something. Mum and Dad get that I don’t want to be like that so they let me do what I want because they know that I'm not going to do something outlandish that'll land me in the newspapers and they know that I’m not going to take advantage of my family with all of its connections."
"But it's not like your parents mind what everyone else is saying, do they? You know they don't care about all of that 'living up to your parents' name' rubbish," I replied.
I gazed at James and drank in this moment. This moment that James was freely talking about his emotions and telling me things that I'm sure he had never put in exact words before.
James shook his head and said, "I know they don't but it's not so much that I want to live up to their name as I want to make sure that everything they've done for me isn't in vain. They've done so much already and I feel like now it's my turn to make a name for myself and achieve things through my own means and not rely on them. I want them to be able to trust me and I want my parents to know that if they send me off into the world, I can be able to take the pressures and that I can handle everything."
I looked at James carefully and surveyed him. I could almost hear the unspoken words that James had left out.
Even if he didn't say it, I knew that despite everything, he was worried.
"What do you want to do then?" I asked softly.
I didn't need to clarify for him what I was talking about.
James just silently pulled out the photo from the ultrasound today. It was our baby, in black and white, already wiggling around widely and looking ridiculously tiny.
I smiled, my heart constricting and overflowing with a warm feeling all around me.
James smiled as well and said, "Bella I know what you're thinking. I don't regret keeping the baby because I do. It's just that we say that we can do this and I think we can. But what if something goes wrong?"
"What do you mean?" I frowned. What on Earth would go wrong?
"I just don't want us to fall out. That idea is too scary. I don’t want us to be like those teen pregnancy stories where the mum and dad separate and have a horrible relationship. I want us to last even though that sounds really scary at the moment."
I gasped quietly but my eyes started to fill with tears again.
Damn mood swings. Why couldn't Healer Wright have given me something to deal with this?
James looked alarmed that I was crying again. Frankly, I would be too if my girlfriend randomly sprouted into tears.
Not that I swinged that way at all.
"Bella? Did I say something wrong?" James asked frantically.
I shook my head once again and said through tears, "It's not that. I'm just really happy to hear that. Don't leave me, James please."
James relaxed. He shook his head and pulled me to his chest, placing a kiss on the top of my head.
"I'll never leave you."
Ellie felt almost glad that Louis wasn't spending the Holidays at Hogwarts.
After the embarrassing incident at Hogsmeade, Ellie was remarkably glad for a break from Louis Weasley.
It seemed to Ellie that the careful life she had constructed since The Incident with her mum was breaking apart this year.
Ellie had always known that Ruby Smith wasn't a good friend for Grace. Ruby Smith was far too much like Megan Stretton and her croonies, and Grace deserved genuine friends.
It didn't surprise her the least bit that Ruby would lash out on Grace merely because Grace had told Ruby the truth: Albus Potter wasn't interested in her at all.
Ellie didn't like to dwell on the thought of Ruby Smith, seeing as the fallout between Ruby and Grace that was doomed to happen since those two became friends in the First Year had finally happened.
Furthermore, Ellie felt as if she was also connected with the whole drama between Lucy, Ethan Hart, and Jessica Fawcett, seeing as she shared at dorm with Jessica and Jack Turpin had asked Jessica to Hogsmeade before asking Ellie herself.
Ellie didn't know much about what the big deal with Lucy and Ethan Hart was, and Hart's angry rant at Lucy only confused Ellie even more.
But she did feel somewhat responsible, at least for Jessica. Ellie, just like the rest of the school, had been well aware that something was going on between Lucy and Ethan.
It was never a good idea to interfere with the business of one of The Populars, and it was a silent rule amongst the rest of Hogwarts that being involved with Lucy and Ethan was only safe if it was within the premises of a party.
Ellie winced at the thought of Jessica foolishly thinking that Ethan would actually fancy her, after so many years of scaring off blokes who wanted to ask Lucy to Hogsmeade and after so many years of not-so-subtle compliments.
Jessica was almost a nonentity now, and her moment to shine was only limited to James Potter and Lucy shouting at her in Hogsmeade.
Ellie would feel bad for Jessica, except Ellie wasn't sure Jessica needed sympathy. She seemed to move on just fine.
Either way, Ellie didn't like being involved with all of this needless drama, and involving The Populars in her embarrassment with Jack and in Grace and Ruby's fight felt odd.
Ellie wasn't used to seeing Louis Weasley, and even Albus Potter, being so caring and attentive.
She didn't need Louis to protect her, and Megan was an idiot for throwing herself at him for the millionth time.
It wasn't that Ellie didn't appreciate Louis stepping in and dressing Jack Turpin down, but Ellie hated knowing that she had been as foolish as Megan and Jessica.
Ellie felt stupid for not cancelling their date when she had the chance when it was quite evident that Jack wasn't interested in her at all.
Her mum had always told her to be smart in her decisions, rational when thinking, and strong in personality.
Ellie felt like such a disappointment. Not only was her life slowly spiraling out of control, but Ellie also felt like she was living someone else's life.
What a fairytale it would be if Louis Weasley would actually pay attention to her because he fancied her!
The signs would have been unmistakable, if it weren't for the fact that Ellie knew what type of person Louis Weasley was.
He was a great friend to be sure, but Ellie didn't think Louis could only be friends with a girl.
After all, the girls he regularly hung out with were his cousins, and Bella didn't really count, seeing as she was Ethan's cousin and James's girlfriend.
Ellie didn't like the attention that Louis was giving her: showing up to do Head duties, actually doing patrols when he was assigned to, and stopping to talk to her in the corridors or during class.
Being friends with Louis was dangerous, and Ellie didn't like to play that game.
Ellie liked to remain on the safe side of the road, not taking any risks.
After all, risks were what got her mum in trouble in the first place.
The risks that her mum took in being involved with a man that only cared about booze and curvy women was what made her mum leave this world when Ellie was only seven years old.
Her mum essentially died of a heartache and Ellie liked to save herself from all of that trouble.
The trouble of falling in love and falling out of love.
Being friends with Louis Weasley meant accepting the fact that falling in and out of love was something that was guaranteed to happen, and Ellie would be damned if she let that happen to herself.
No, she would not fall in love with Louis Weasley because Merlin only knows that he never will.
Involving herself with such ridiculous drama during the first term of the year was a bad idea. Ellie needed two hands gripping the reins of her life tightly, or else her life would become out of control.
Ellie didn't want to end up like her mum.
This was it.
This was flipping it.
“James I can’t do this. I really can’t do this,” I said in a conspiratorial stage whisper to James as we dragged our trunks off of the Hogwarts Express.
James, who had took my trunk because I’m not supposed to lift heavy weights, just whispered back, “It’ll be okay. Just stick to the plan.”
We had made a plan, actually, for how this was going to work. Since neither of us were going to be there when we were actually telling our parents, it would be much easier to coordinate.
The problem was it was the Holidays which meant loads of family activities. For James, that meant all of the Weasleys gathered together and for me, that meant Aunt Emma, Uncle Rupert, Mia, Tyler, Matt, and Ethan would definitely be there along with our other extended family.
Just the thought of that made me want to cringe.
James and I had agreed that we would only let our parents know for now, and we can spread the news to our siblings (although in this case, Charlie already knows) and extended family later.
The problem was when to break the news though we both agreed that it should happen after Christmas.
“Breathe Bella. Just stay calm. Remember, you’ll have Charlie and Rachel there so it’ll be okay,” James reassured me as we caught up to everyone else on the Platform.
I nudged Lucy, who was craning her neck to see between the crowd. “Do you see our parents anywhere?”
Everyone was bustling around, making it nearly impossible for to see anyone.
Lucy nodded and pointed to the far corner, “All of our parents are over there. The boys are already heading there.”
I paled considerably as James and I shoved our way through the crowd. It seemed as though everyone was there.
Of course, that was an exaggeration but all of the adults were there. I could see my mum and dad chatting to Mr. Weasley, Audrey, Ron, and Hermione. Aunt Emma and Uncle Rupert were chatting with Mr. Wood, Mrs. Wood, Harry, Ginny, Bill, and Fleur.
Even Charlie was there, looking bored but obviously searching the crowd for me and Ethan.
Yes, I had gotten the permission to call all of them by their first names.
I only called Lucy’s dad Mr. Weasley because honestly, he was the Minister of Magic.
I couldn’t very well just start calling the Minister of Magic Percy, could I? Not to mention, Mr. Weasley was very formal and a stickler for rules.
“Hey everyone!” Lucy said brightly as we all finally made our way over to the adults. “This is Grace Dunbar.”
Grace blushed as all of the adults gave her warm welcomes and greetings. They obviously all already knew about what had happened with Ruby Smith.
“Hey mum, hey dad. Charlie,” I added awkwardly as I grabbed James’s hand and forced my way over to them. I could see Harry and Ginny making their way over as well.
My mum, I was told, looked exactly like me. We had the same eyes, same hair, and same height. She was also one of my best friends.
“Bella! Sweetheart, I’ve missed you so much!” she said as she engulfed me in an awkward side hug, as I tried to keep my stomach away from her.
The InvisiBump made it so that no one could see my bump but it wasn’t as if no one could feel my bump.
“Hey Mum. I’ve missed you too,” I grinned.
My dad ruffled my hair and smiled. “Good term?”
I nodded and said, “Mum, Dad, this is James. You know James. We’re going out.”
My mum’s face immediately lit up as she saw James, who had just finished giving his parents hugs.
“James! It’s wonderful to see you again! It was such a wonderful surprise when Bella told us you two were dating!” My mum gushed as she embraced James tightly, taking him completely by surprise.
Lily, who I didn’t had been standing next to me, sniggered and said, “It took all of us by surprise. No one knew you two fancied each other.”
“We keep a good secret, Lils,” I winked at her as I gave her a hug, even though I saw her on the train only moments ago.
Lily snorted but returned the hug. “I’m glad that it’s you. I’d love to have you as a sister in law one day,” she told me happily.
I laughed nervously as I pulled away and then proceeded to say hello to all of the other adults, all of whom voiced their surprise and happiness that James and I were going out. As I was greeting everyone, I could see Charlie and James having a stare down with each other.
One by one, each of our families left, leaving only Mum, Dad, Charlie, and me.
“Come on then. Mia is keeping Rachel entertained back at home. We have to get home,” Charlie said, sneaking a glance at me.
I could tell he had a million questions for me already.
When we got home, Mum and Dad had headed into the house first, Charlie dawdling behind.
“Hey can you help me with my trunk?” I asked Charlie quietly after I had left Clio fly back into my room so that Rachel wouldn’t see her.
I felt horrible about keeping Magic a secret from Rachel when she already knew I was pregnant but it wasn’t as if I could break the International Statute of Secrecy.
My pregnancy was nothing compared to the Statute.
Charlie nodded and took my trunk from the back of our car. “So how far along are you? It doesn’t look like you’re any bigger,” Charlie muttered as we walked back into the house together.
“12 weeks. I’m wearing a magical contraption called InvisiBump which makes it look invisible though you can still feel it,” I answered quietly, well aware that Muggles and Mum and Dad might be within hearing distance of our conversation.
“You going to tell Mum and Dad?”
I nodded as the both of us got back into the house. “Planning on telling them after Christmas.”
“Good luck. You’re going to need it,” Charlie said unhelpfully as the two of us entered the living room.
Glad to know that at least things won’t get overly sappy and sentimental between the two of us and the tosser side of him is still in there somewhere.
I refrained from throwing out a witty comeback because my attention suddenly became completely absorbed by a gorgeous dark haired beauty that was sitting in my living room, chatting happily to my blonde haired blue eyed cousin, Mia.
Rachel Holmes was probably one of the most gorgeous female I have ever met, and that is saying something considering I had met Victoire and Dominique Weasley.
And their one fourth Veela mum, Fleur Delacour Weasley.
Rachel had a slender figure but I could see the curves on her. She was dressed modestly in elegant dark washed jeans, a pretty white long sleeved blouse and she dressed up her outfit by pairing it with some killer black heels.
Her hair was long and wavy, falling down her back in a sort of casual elegance that I take hours in the morning to achieve. She had dimples and her eyes were clear and sparkling, full of life. Her skin was tan though not overly so. She was really pretty.
Rachel noticed me gaping at her as did Mia. The both of them stood up and gave me a huge smile.
“Bella!” Mia squealed as she ran up to me to give me a hug.
Once again, I did the awkward side hug to avoid hitting my belly with hers.
“Mia! I’ve missed you so much! How’s everything?” I asked her as I pulled away rather quickly.
Mia grinned happily and said, “Oh it’s great! Matt has been constantly asking to see when you and Ethan would be back. I would have brought him but Ethan won the competition between you two so Tyler is with him at Mum and Dad’s house.”
“That boy, honestly. I can’t believe Matt would choose Ethan over me,” I scoffed playfully, my mood lifting considerably by the presence of my cousin.
“I would choose Ethan over you,” Charlie said, making his way over to us.
Deciding to ignore him, I turned from Mia towards Rachel and gave her a huge smile.
“You’re Rachel? I’ve heard so much yet not enough about you,” I said happily as I gave her a side hug.
Rachel was considerably taller than me, though not as tall as Victoire and Dominique, both of whom had model heights.
Rachel smiled at me and nodded. “I’m so glad to finally meet you, Bella.”
“No, I’m glad to meet you. Believe me, it was a surprise when Charlie told me he actually found himself a girlfriend that he has been with longer than two weeks,” I laughed.
Charlie scowled and slid his arms around Rachel’s waist. “Thank you, Bella. I think you’re done here.”
“Are you kidding me? I’m just getting started. Don’t think I didn’t miss you staring James down earlier,” I exclaimed, affronted.
I turned to Rachel and said, “But honestly, you know all about this tosser’s reputation with girls right? I commend you for dating him for how long is it now?”
“It’s been 3 months, almost four actually,” Rachel smiled.
Seriously, that was a record.
I barely see Charlie in a relationship and when he is, it doesn’t last any longer than a week. His longest record was three weeks and that was because the girl had been clingy as fuck.
Charlie must really like her.
I felt myself smile in a very sappy way at the both of them for Merlin knows how long before Charlie interrupted by saying rudely, “I know you lack a brain and all but can you please try to act normal around my girlfriend?”
“Shut up you tosser. I’m still mad at you,” I huffed, folding my arms as I took a seat on the couch.
Rachel raised her eyebrows as she followed suit. “Why are you mad at him?”
Honestly, I wasn’t in particular. But it was such a habit to say that around Charlie so I said, “Didn’t he tell you about what happened before I went back to school?”
Rachel shook her head but she seemed really intrigued so I told her the whole story of Charlie's frat friends invading our living room.
When I had finished, Rachel was giving Charlie a look so reminiscent of the look Rose would sometimes give Scorpius that I just knew I wanted Rachel to be my future sister in law.
“Charlie! How many times do I have to tell you? You can’t let Luke act like such a womanizing tosspot around girls who aren’t slags?” Rachel said exasperatedly.
I laughed loudly as Charlie looked affronted that she had taken my side but, to his credit, didn’t defend himself.
Rachel turned back to me, however, and lowered her voice considerably. “Bella, what I really want to ask you and I know that I don’t really have a right to ask you this, but how is your pregnancy going?”
A/N: I AM SO SORRY!
This update took forever, and I do apologize but school just has been so busy!
Anyways, I hope you all liked this new update.
I always felt that James had this stereotype about him and I always love it when authors write James in a different light than how he seems to always be portrayed.
Also, what did you guys think of the bit with Ellie? Did you guys like that?
Thanks again for R+R! You guys are amazing
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