Chapter 4 : Too late to say sorry
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Everything in his being was screaming at him to run away from everything and hide until it went away. He felt like such a coward to think such things, but anything was better than what he was facing now.
The way that they had looked at him was the worst part; the Headmaster with his eyes full of pity, but not able to give him words of comfort, Freya’s look of absolute fear as she walked into the room with the Professor. Her tear glistening eyes settling onto Louis, before she sat down on the empty chair next to him and wrapped her arms around herself, trying to become as small as possible. Tears beginning to fall down her face as she avoided Louis’s gaze, he moved his chair closer to her and clutched hold of one of her hands tightly, trying to give her some sort of comfort but Louis knew that it was useless, but she held onto it limply.
That was nothing compared to the look his father had given him when he and Louis’s mother had appeared in the room, slightly dishevelled as they stepped out of the Headmasters fireplace and looked around the room, getting their bearings. Louis looked up to see his father looking confused to see both Louis and Freya sitting in the room, before he turned to look at the Headmaster. Fleur had walked forwards and gave Louis a once over to check that he was okay, Louis was careful to avoid her eye as she bent down in front of him.
“It’s good to see you Flitwick,” Bill Weasley said, his hand outstretched to shake the Headmasters, “we got your urgent message, what’s going on -“
“I would prefer if we waited for Freya’s parents to turn up before we begin our meeting,” the tiny Headmaster said solemnly, letting go of Bill’s hand and settling himself back down on his custom built chair, so he sat at the same level as the others. “Would you like me to get some more chairs?”
“That won’t be necessary,” Fleur stated, standing up and looking over at Freya who had begun crying a bit louder at hearing that her parents were on their way. Freya reached up and wiped her eyes with her free hand, her other now clutching hold of Louis’s tightly.
It wasn’t long before Freya’s parent’s made their appearance in the same way that Louis’s own had. Louis could feel himself beginning to shake at the sight of them, in all honesty Freya’s father terrified him, he was a no-nonsense kind of man and wasn’t afraid to say his real feelings, regardless of the consequences. Louis struggled to stop himself getting up from the chair and fleeing, but he needed to be here and face up to what he and Freya had done. Freya had dropped Louis’s hands at the sight of her parents and tried to curl herself up more on the chair. Louis hated seeing her like this, she was usually so brave and strong, he had reduced her to this and he couldn’t help but feel guilty.
“Flitwick,” Ted Jackson said, walking over to his daughter and standing behind her chair, holding onto the back of the chair as he regarded the tiny Headmaster. Louis didn’t like being this close to him, he edged his chair away slowly, something that didn’t go unnoticed by Ted, who was watching Louis like a Hawk as he placed a comforting hand on his daughter's shoulders.
Freya’s mother, Diane had rushed over to her daughter who was still crying, trying to offer her words of comfort but Freya was shaking her head. Louis ran a hand through his blond hair as he knew what was coming.
“The reason I have brought you all in here is-” The Headmaster faltered before looking at Louis and Freya, wondering if one of them wanted to speak up. But Louis wasn’t feeling at all brave enough to do it. He wasn’t sure he would be able to get the words to form, he felt so sick to his stomach it was any wonder that he was keeping anything down. Freya was refusing to make eye contact with anyone in the room, clutching her robes around her.
“Well, what is it?” Ted demanded sternly, “I had to leave work early for this. What could our children have done? Did they skip classes?”
“It’s more serious than that, I’m afraid,” Flitwick said gravely, faltering again for a moment before looking at Louis again, who gave a small nod and screwed his eyes up tightly in fear of the repercussions, “Freya is pregnant.”
The whole room was filled with a stunned silence, interrupted only by Freya’s own sobs; she had now buried her head in her hands. Ted and Diane had frozen, Ted’s hands tightening on the back of the chair, his daughter was sitting in as he processed the information. Louis could hear his mother’s mutterings in French of astonishment as he heard his father walk closer to his chair, sensing him near him, but too scared to open his eyes and see them hating him.
“How far along is she?” Louis heard his mother stutter from above him, he winced from the crushed tone in Fleur’s voice.
“Louis has informed me that he is guessing around three to four months,” Flitwick told them; Louis had divulged everything to the Headmaster in the time that they were waiting for Freya and their parents to arrive.
“Guessing?” Diane asked, her voice sounded like she was close to the verge of tears herself. “What do you mean you’re guessing? You’ve taken tests, right?”
“Freya took one at Christmas, we just... didn’t tell anyone,” Louis muttered, finally opening his eyes and finding his voice, but still too scared to look anyone but the Headmaster in the eye. He felt his father move his hand onto his shoulder, feeling slight comfort in this fact.
“How could no one know?” Fleur cried loudly, throwing her hands up in the air as she glared down at her son who hung his head in shame. “How did you think you could keep this a secret, Louis?”
“And you too, Freya,” Ted seethed looking down at his daughter who was now staring ahead of her, tears in her eyes as crossed her arms in front of her, her robes still wrapped around her. “We thought that we raised you better than this.”
“What should we do?” Bill asked, seeming helpless, Ted turned to look at him, an angry look across his face.
“We have no choice but to get rid of it,” Ted told them all, Diane not acknowledging her husband’s words, instead staring down at her daughter in disappointment. Fleur, Bill and Louis all looked up at him in horror. Louis went to stand up, but his father’s hand on his shoulder kept him down.
“As we can’t clarify how far along Freya is until we get her checked out by a Healer I’m afraid that that might not be an option. I would also like to state that a choice like that would be based entirely on Louis and Freya's decision.”
Ted ignored the Headmasters words and muttered something to Diane before glaring over at Louis.
“Don’t go blaming all of this on Louis,” Bill stated heatedly, having heard what Ted had just muttered to his wife.
“You should have raised him better.” Ted spat, pointing over at Louis as he spoke.
“We have raised him as well as we possibly can,” Bill stated slowly and angrily, his hands still gripping hold of Louis shoulders. Louis could tell that Bill was keeping his hands on Louis's shoulders to keep from going over to Ted and doing something rash. Louis knew that it was near a full moon and his father’s temper was becoming shorter and shorter. If his father did end up hurting Ted in his anger, then Louis knew he would never forgive himself.
He looked over helplessly at Freya, who was avoiding looking at him; her eyes squeezed shut as she seemed to be trying to shut out everyone's raised voices around her. Even the Headmaster didn't seem to be able to keep the adult's attention away from arguing with each other, his hand was rested on his wand on the table, clearly preparing him to use it to calm them all down if the need arose.
“You clearly haven’t taught him to not go around getting girls pregnant,” Diane snapped looking over at Louis in disgust, her lip in a sneer. Fleur fumed at her.
“And I would have thought that you would have taught your daughter to control herself better,” Fleur snapped coming to Louis’s defence, her hand was gripped onto Bill's arm and she was standing in front of him slightly, as though preparing herself to stop her husband if he became angrier.
Diane and Ted looked at her horrified, as Freya had her head buried in her hands. Louis shoved his father’s hands off of his shoulders and stood up, he could handle them talking about him like that, but he wasn't going to let them begin talking to Freya in such a horrible way, couldn't they see how everything was affecting them?
“Calm down,” he yelled at them, causing them all to stop yelling and look at him. “This is both of our faults, okay? And there’s nothing that we can do about it.”
“You’re wrong,” Ted snapped, glaring at Louis, but Louis stood his ground in front of his mother, “if Freya doesn't choose to get rid of this inconvenience, then it’s going up for adoption.”
Louis’s mouth fell open.
“Like hell it is,” he yelled angrily; Fleur grabbed hold of Louis by the arm to stop him advancing on Freya’s father, he could feel his father grabbing for his other arm.
They all looked at each other before the arguing started again, this time aimed at Louis. But he didn't care, he deserved it, he deserved all of their anger. His mother turned him to face her and he could see the hurt and anger across her face, Louis could tell that his mother was struggling to get her head around the fact that her youngest child was going to be a father before he had even left school.
"How could you both be so stupid to not tell anyone, not even the school’s Healer at least? How did you think you were going to deal with this on your own? Freya needs to see a Healer and have regular trips to make sure everything is okay with her and the baby. What if something had happened?” Fleur asked loudly, Louis didn’t know how he was going to explain why; he didn’t want Freya to get into any more trouble than she was already in.
“I don’t know, okay?” Freya said finally speaking up, all eyes turned to look at her. “We were scared. We didn’t know what to do.”
“We should take Freya to St Mungo’s and get a Healer to look over her, to make sure that everything is going to be okay. Our Healers here won’t have the necessary equipment to help monitor the baby’s growth,” Professor Flitwick told them from his place behind the desk, managing to interrupt the adults as they looked at Freya, stunned that she had stood up to them. Ted gave a sigh before looking at the tiny Headmaster.
"And then what will happen?” he asked inquiringly.
“Then, I’m afraid,” Flitwick said, shifting slightly in his chair as he fixed Ted with a sad look. “Freya will have no choice but to drop out of Hogwarts, to be home schooled.”
Ted clenched his fists angrily by his side as Diane gave a gasp, Fleur and Bill looked at each other sadly as Louis looked over at Freya, wanting nothing more than to take her hand as she began to silently weep again.
“As much as we would love to help Freya, we feel that the stress of going to and from her lessons would be too much for her, especially with the countless amounts of stairs we have here. We will arrange for her to be homeschooled until the baby has arrived.”
“And I suppose that Louis would be able to stay here and get away unpunished?” Diane asked haughtily.
“Now come on,” Bill said coming to his son’s defence, “he is not going unpunished. He is going to have to face the consequence of this action for the rest of his life.”
“I can’t punish him more than he is punishing himself,” Professor Flitwick told them honestly, “Louis has sworn to me that the act didn’t happen on school grounds.”
“And you believe him?” Ted asked with a scoff, interrupting the tiny headmaster.
“I have given him the benefit of the doubt. As they are both over the age of consent in this country they haven’t broken any laws here.”
“Yet now my daughter has to be home schooled, whilst he gets to stay here with all of his friends,” Ted asked angrily, pointing at Louis.
“I would rather be home schooled, sir,” Louis said to Ted honestly, “I would hate to be here without Freya. You have no idea how terrible I feel, knowing that she’s going to miss out some of her school year and having to do her exams elsewhere because of me.”
Ted ignored him, which caused Louis to give a deep sigh before running his hand through his blonde hair and looking over at Freya, who had gone back to staring silently ahead of herself and not saying another word to defend herself, Louis or their baby.
“Where would she be doing her exams?” Bill asked the headmaster curiously.
“I will make arrangements with the Ministry of Magic to have her sit them there with an official examiner, they will cater to her and the babies needs during the exam.”
The adults all nodded, Ted put an arm around Diane’s shoulders.
“Well, if we’re all done here, I would like to take my daughter home,” Ted told the Headmaster.
“I’ll have a teacher help Freya gather her stuff and she’ll meet you in the Entrance hall, I’ll enable one of the fireplaces down there for you to use.”
Freya stood up slowly, looking up at Louis. She look like she was going to take a step forwards towards him, but her father had taken hold of her arm and was gently pulling her towards the office door.
“Freya?” Louis said, standing up, “I’m so sorry, for everything.”
Freya nodded as she wiped her eyes again.
“When will I be able to see her?” Louis asked, looking at Ted and Diane, Diane had put her arm around Freya’s shoulders as Ted let go of her arm and turned to look at Louis, the hate evident in his eyes.
“I think it’s best if you don’t come to see her at all. If you write to her it should only be about the baby, and be sure we will be giving this baby up for adoption,” Ted growled at Louis as his wife steered his daughter out of the office, Freya looked back at Louis sadly, her family not giving her a chance to say goodbye.
“We’re not giving the baby up for adoption,” Louis fumed, “It will be a cold day in hell when I let that happen.”
“And how are you going to provide for this baby huh? You don’t have any money, you are a child.” Ted fumed at him. Fleur stepped forwards to stand next to her son.
“We will support him the entire way,” Louis turned to look at his mother in awe, feeling an overwhelming want to cry from the way that they were supporting him.
“Why should you pay for the mistakes that your son made?” Ted asked her, an eyebrow raised in question.
“I love my son, which is why I will stand by any choice he makes about the baby that both he and your daughter are responsible for.” Fleur told him angrily.
“Well, I’m afraid that’s not your choice, its Freya’s decision as to whether or not she keeps this thing. I for one am not going to stand by and see my daughter ruin her life; she will see in time that it’s the best thing for her. Professor Flitwick I would like to collect my daughter’s belongings now please.”
Professor Flitwick followed Ted out of the room, not before looking back at the Weasley family, “I shall return shortly.”
Louis hung his head as he heard the door close behind the Headmaster, he could feel his mother and father watching him. His eyes were prickling and he couldn’t bear to see that look of disappointment on their faces.
“I’m sorry,” Louis said, his voice cracking as he began to succumb to his tears. “I’m so sorry,”
“Shh,” Fleur said comfortingly as she wrapped her arms around her son, Louis hugged onto her tightly as he let his tears take over. Bill came over and put his arms around both of them, placing a kiss on the top of his son’s hair. “We’ll get through this Louis,”
“I just can’t believe you could be so stupid,” Fleur hissed as she held onto her son.
“Please don’t hate me,” Louis whispered to them, as he struggled to keep his tears at bay.
“We could never hate you, Louis,” Bill told him, placing a kiss on top of his son’s head, Louis was glad that his father's temper seemed to have calmed down. “Is this why you were so upset when Freya came over at Christmas?”
Louis gave a nod, he felt Bill sigh above him before they all pulled away from the hug. Louis wiped his eyes with the back of his hands as he continued to look down at the floor.
“I have no idea how you’ve managed to keep this a secret for so long,” Bill admitted as Fleur ran her hand through her son’s hair, her arm still around him comfortingly.
“Me neither,” Louis admitted. “I’ve been at breaking point for so long now.”
“I could tell that something was eating you up,” Bill admitted, “but I never thought that it would be this, not in a million years.”
“We need to have a proper discussion about this,” Fleur said to her son, who had rested his head on his mother's shoulder, grateful for her and his father’s comfort. “I’ll come up with your father on your next Hogsmeade visit and we’ll have a rational talk about this. I hope you know what you’re getting yourself into if you want to keep your... child.”
Louis could tell that she struggled with the last word, he looked up and saw that his mother was close to tears, he had barely seen his mother cry in his whole life and he hated that he was the one to cause the tears this time.
Louis gave a nod, as sad as he was that everyone had found out like this, he felt like a heavy weight had been taken off of his shoulders, now Freya and the baby were going to be cared after properly by a Healer. He just couldn’t help the guilt he now felt at being the reason that she had been forced to leave school, he wanted nothing more than to be with her, but he knew it wasn’t possible.
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