Louis couldn’t focus, he was trying so hard to but all he could think of was Freya and how she was.
He hadn’t heard a word from her since she was expelled from the school a few days ago, and it was beginning to tear him up inside. He had sent her letter after letter but none of them were being responded to, he knew that she most probably hated him for everything coming out in the open.
In all honesty he hated himself for it, but it was better for them, better for their unborn child that people now knew.
“Mr Weasley, are you paying attention?”
Louis looked up from the blank parchment in front of him that he had been staring at, and saw that the teacher Mr Hoffman and the whole of his Transfiguration class were looking at him. He sat up straighter and gave the teacher an apologetic look.
“I’m sorry,” he muttered.
Professor Hoffman looked at him for a moment, taking in the sadness on his face and the dark circles under his eyes. He gave him a small smile before turning back to the board, getting the students attention again whilst he taught them about the theory behind the Bird Conjuring spell.
Louis began writing on his parchment, mainly for something to do to try and take his mind off of everything, but it wasn’t helping him. All he could think of was Freya, was she okay? Was the baby okay?
He had written to her every day that she had been gone, it was beginning to near a week and it was driving him insane that she didn’t reply to him at all, every letter that was delivered to him in the morning brought him false hope.
He had his family sending him many letters, demanding explanations but he didn’t feel up to talking to any of them. Even, he was ashamed to admit, his own parents, he was too caught up in sending letters to Freya. He was getting close to breaking into a teachers office and using their floo system to get a message to her house, he would get kicked out of the fireplace for sure by Freya’s father but it was a risk he was more than willing to take to at least see that Freya was okay.
“Louis.” Horatio said from next to him, Louis brought his eyes up to look at Horatio before glancing around to see that the other students were standing up and walking out of the room. Louis stood up as he thought about how he had missed almost an entire last lesson of the day without even meaning to, he grabbed for his backpack and began putting his quill and ink into it.
Horatio leant over and took the parchment Louis had been absentmindedly doodling over; he looked at it before showing it to Louis. He looked at it and realised that he had been writing Freya’s name over and over on it. Louis gave a sigh before he took the parchment from his friend and put that into his bag, before zipping it up and throwing it over one shoulder, walking out of the room.
“I can’t believe that she hasn’t replied to you yet,” Horatio stated, falling into step beside Louis. He had taken to guiding Louis around the other students who were trying to get to their common rooms and wait until dinner, as Louis kept his head down and seemed to avoid eye contact with anyone.
“It’s driving me insane,” Louis stated, as Horatio pulled him closer to avoid a group of fourth year Ravenclaw girls, who each turned around to look at Louis as he passed before turning around and whispering to each other. Louis tried to ignore them, like he was trying to do with everyone else around them.
Everywhere that Louis went people were staring at him. In all fairness they had been doing that since the incident in the Potions classroom with Malcolm Port, but it seemed that more and more people seemed to go out of their way to look at him.
The rumours only seemed to get worse once people realised that Freya had been removed from the school, it was then that people realised that what they were hearing and spreading had been truthful.
That’s when the real snide comments and glares had started; it seemed that everyone had an opinion on the matter in hand. They made sure that Louis would be privy to each and every one of their opinions, something that he hated.
He was entirely thankful that Freya wasn’t around to hear just how nasty her so called ‘friends’ could be, although he missed her terribly and felt nothing but guilt at being the reason that she wasn’t at the school. He was wondering if he should ask if any of her old friends had heard from her, but in all honesty he didn’t want to talk to them if they were being so horrible.
“Would you care to say that to our face?” Horatio asked loudly, bringing Louis out of his thoughts as they walked passed a few more whispering students, who ran off at Horatio’s words. Louis had taken to keeping his head down whilst he was walking around the school, making sure not to make eye contact with anyone he passed, he didn’t want to have to see the hatred and mocking on their faces.
“Oh how brilliant.” Horatio stated loudly. Louis looked up at his words and saw that a group of Gryffindors were walking over to them, trying to block their way. Horatio and Louis made to walk around them but they seemed to have edged out stopping them.
One of the boys looked Louis up and down before laughing. “So you’re the one who got his girlfriend pregnant?”
“Move out of the way,” Louis said to them, causing them to laugh again.
“Don’t want to admit to it?” The boy said, his friend chuckling again. “I’m actually surprised anyone would have slept with you or her for that matter. But maybe that’s why you’re made for each other.”
Louis felt himself becoming angrier as his fist clenched; Horatio grabbed for Louis’s arm and shoved his way through the Gryffindors, turning his head to shout back at them.
“At least he’s slept with someone. Unlike you, with a face not even a mother could love.”
“Horatio...” Louis warned, his eyes glinting darkly as he tried to calm himself down, he didn’t need Horatio to intimidate everyone that said anything to Louis.
“What? I couldn’t help but say that,” Horatio said as they rushed away down the corridor. “It just came out.”
“Just don’t, yeah?” Louis said, “But thank you anyway. You can let go of my arm now.”
“Why? We might as well start another rumour; they might forget to taunt you about getting Freya pregnant.”
“Another rumour is something I definitely don’t need right now.” Louis stated, but not attempting to get Horatio to let go of him.
They made their way to the Hufflepuff common room, Horatio tapped the barrels to reveal the entrance and they made their way inside. Almost everyone inside became quiet as they all turned to look at Louis.
At least some of them pretended that they weren’t looking at him, Louis let out a groan as he walked through the common room and towards the dormitory, ignoring them all. He was thankful that Horatio did the same; he knew that Horatio was itching to give them all a piece of his mind.
Louis threw his bag to the floor by his bed, before grabbing some clothes and walking into the bathroom connecting to the room. Horatio threw his bag down and flopped down on his bed, noticing that no one else was around.
Louis came back out a few minutes later, having changed into more comfortable clothes. He placed his school clothes and shoes onto the floor in a messy pile before he sat on his bed and leant against the headboard.
“Are you going to send her another letter?” Horatio asked from his own bed.
“Yeah I will do later. I’m not sure what else I can say that’s not, ‘please reply to me before I go insane’.”
“You probably shouldn’t go down the insane route, especially if you want Freya’s parents to see that you’re going to be a mature grown up who can look after a kid,” Horatio stated.
“They’re never going to see me as mature enough to look after my own kid.” Louis stated sadly.
“Her parents are real jerks.” Horatio told him, Louis agreed with him.
They talked together for a few hours before the conversation got onto how Louis would be able to get in touch with Freya.
“Maybe you can just turn up at her house?” Horatio suggested to Louis, who gave a small scoff as he rubbed his eyes and stifled a yawn.
“If her parents are the ones stopping her from talking to me then I don’t see that helping, if anything it’ll make them even angrier at me.”
“But if she doesn’t reply to you then you’ll have to, you need to know how her and your future child are doing. You probably need to start preparing to be a dad.” Horatio said
“I can’t really do much preparing at school,” Louis told him, “I’ve still got a couple of months until we break up for the summer holidays, not that I’ll have very long to prepare then.”
“Well you could think of names, that’ll be a start of something.”
“I suppose...” Louis said, as he thought about what he would like to name his future child. He couldn’t think of anything that felt good enough.
“I think that you should name your child Horatio,” Horatio suggested to Louis, who looked over at him in question as to whether or not he was being serious.
“If it’s a boy?” Louis asked him, with an eyebrow raised.
“Or a girl, I’m not picky.” Horatio said with a shrug.
“You can’t name a girl Horatio,” Louis said with a laugh, “I think that there’s some sort of law against that.”
“Nah, Horatio is an awesome name.” Horatio said turning on his bed so he could look at Louis, “You want to get in there quick with the name, before Freya gets in there and names your child something normal. Of course, you’ve got to name your son after his amazing godfather.”
Louis gave a small laugh, “I don’t think that’s right,”
“I think you really should, it might be my only chance to carry on the Horatio name,” Horatio laughed. Louis wondered if Horatio knew that the last name was carried on and not the first.
Louis shook his head as he ran a hand over his face, letting out a yawn and feeling tiredness creeping over him.
“Do you think it’s acceptable to go to sleep at six in the afternoon?” Louis asked Horatio, as he shuffled down on his bed so he was laying down properly, his head resting on the pillow.
“Not really, especially as we still have yet to go down to dinner,” Horatio stated, he noticed how tired Louis was looking and could tell that his friend was struggling to keep his eyes open.
“You can go to dinner, I’m not really hungry.” Louis said closing his eyes.
It wasn’t long until Horatio could hear Louis’s soft snores; Horatio let out a small laugh as he got up out of bed and stretched, yawning himself. He walked over to Louis’s bed, grabbing the blanket laying at the bottom of it and pulled it up and over Louis’s sleeping form.
“You old man,” Horatio whispered with a chuckle as he walked quietly from the room, closing the door behind him. He really hoped that Freya would get in touch with Louis soon, he hated seeing his friend being so sad at not having her around.
A/N: I would like to apologise for the wait for his chapter. I really hope you all enjoy it though :D Leave me a review to let me know what you think! I know things are going a but quick with the story but there's a lot of things coming up.
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