Chapter 4 : People These Days!
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I definitely need help.
When the castle starts to get dark, I slink back to the Gryffindor common room and sulk in my dorm.
I have no friends (none that are talking to me anyway), no one loves me and there's that little thing called I'M-PREGNANT-WITH-JAMES-POTTERS-BABY.
Dom comes into the room and sees me sitting on the floor with my head down.
“Scar, what's up?” she asks, concerned.
“I...” I trail off. I have to tell Dom. I mean, she IS my best friend, and she'll have to find out soon enough. But I'm so scared.
“Scarlett, you can tell me” she says gently, because she knows something big is up.
“I-I think I might...I might have gotten...you know...” I say faintly
“No, I don't know.”
“I think I might be...pregnant” I cringe as I whisper the last word.
Dom's mouth is hanging open. “Pregnant?” she splutters
“yes” I mutter, and start to cry. Dom puts her arm around my shoulders.
“It's okay Scar, I'll be here” she says comfortingly. Nice to know that at least someone will be.
HINT HINT ROSE.
“Have you told anyone else?”
“No one except for Rose. And she hates me now because...” I trail off because James is Dom's cousin too.
“because...?” Dom probes.
“becausethefatherisJames” I say quickly and quietly. I cower back from Dom, waiting for her to blow up in my face. But she doesn't.
“As in my cousin James?” she asks
“yes.” I gulp.
“Aww, Scar. My poor baby” she hugs me tight. “And Scar...how did it happen? When?” she asks.
I think back to that slip-up.
It was a Weasley party, organised by Fred, and thrown at the Potter household to celebrate James' 17th. We started playing spin the bottle, laughing drunkenly. And then it was only us. Only James and I. Everyone was gone. We were alone and drunk.
And also half naked. I'm guessing that had some input.
“Well it was at James' party” I answer truthfully
“I told Fred not to leave you two alone”
“Uh, nothing.” she says quickly. I look at her sceptically, but then drop it.
“I'll help you through this, 'kay?” Dom says kindly.
I did not expect that.
The next day, we have class, but Dom convinces me to go to the hospital wing to see Madame Pomfrey, who I swear is over 200 years old.
“Dom, I can't!” I whine.
“whyyy?” she mimics my whiny tone. I glare at her.
“because she'll...she'll...” I cant think of anything convincing. I guess she could tell my parents, or the headmistress, Professor McGonagall, but I can ask her not too...
“you cant think of a valid reason, can you?” Dom smirks annoyingly.
“No” I laugh, and let Dom drag me to the hospital wing. We knock on the huge doors and Madame Pomfrey pulls them open.
“Yes?” she asks cautiously.
I take a deep breath and explain my problem. Madame Pomfrey's eyes widen but she doesn’t say anything. After a minute of wide eyed staring, she breaths a sigh and tells me to sit on the bed. I do, and she rubs a cold gel on my stomach. She pulls out a screen and waves her wand at my stomach. A black and white picture appears on the screen. Madame Pomfrey points out a little white thing. It looks like a peanut, but with some arms and leg type thingys
YUMMY. No. Wait. That may be a little weird
“Can you hear heartbeats yet?” Dom asks.
“Yes. It's perfectly healthy” she smiles sweetly, and I feel like being sick. How can she smile so sweetly when I'M-PREGNANT-WITH-JAMES-POTTERS-BABY?
PEOPLE THESE DAYS.
And it's all Harry Potter's fault. Somehow.
THANKS A LOT HARRY POTTER.
“So it's normal?” Dom breaths, because I can't say anything. I'm to busy mentally puking.
“Yes.” Madame Pomfrey confirms and wipes the gel off my stomach.
“When do you think I'm due?” I ask as I rub my eyes.
“You're around 4 months, so around May the 20th.”
“Okay. Thank you.” I try to smile but it sort of turns into a grimace. “And...please don't tell anyone.” I say desperately.
“If you say so, dear.” she smiles sadly and I run out the door, leaving Dom in my wake of awesomeness. Or pregnant-ness, whatever you want to call it.
“CHUDLEY CANNONS ARE BETTER” James Potter yells at his cousin Fred, and sprays porridge in his hair. And all over me.
I wonder what our child will turn out to be like.
MESSED UP, THAT'S WHAT.
I still haven't told James, even though Dom keeps threatening me that she'll yell it out in the Great Hall during lunch if I don't tell him soon. I wouldn't put it against her. I wonder how I should tell him.
Hi James I just wanted to tell you that I'm pregnant with your offspring. Toodles.
That'll totally work. I rub my forehead in frustration, and throw my cutlery down, dragging Dom out of the Hall with me. She resists for a second, look
“What?” Dom asks.
“how I tell him that I'm....you know”
“I wouldn't know.” Dom says helpfully (again, note the sarcasm). “But Scarlett, are you keeping it?” she asks.
“I DONT KNOW!!” I scream and run up stairs, locking myself in the dorm bathroom.
I look in the mirror and turn sideways, pulling my shirt up so I can see my stomach. I can see, and feel, a little bump. There goes the tank tops and skinny-ish jeans.
I start to cry, thinking about the pregnancy. What did I do to deserve this? I'm a mostly good child, except for that time I missed an astronomy exam, and that time I accidentally kicked Mrs. Norris. Though technically, I didn’t kick her. She's so blind that she walked into my foot. Sort of.
Oh and that time when I GOT PREGNANT.
I hear the door open and someone knocks on the bathroom door.
“Are you okay?”
I don't say anything, but I'm happy she's not judging me for yelling at her.
“I know it's not your fault” she says. “I know its the baby's fault because it controls your every movement, even though it's the size of a shrimp”
I giggle a little.
“Oh, and you forgot this” Dom says, and slips something under the door. I hear the dorm door shut, and then there's silence. I look at the little piece of paper she slid under the door. Its laying face down, so I flip it over. It's a black and white moving picture from the ultra sound. I can see a little peanut-like thing wobbling around the picture. I put my hand on my stomach. I cant believe that it is inside me. I stare at the picture again, and as I'm looking at the little peanut, a warm feeling fills me up.
I can't give it away.
I cant abort it.
I'm keeping it.
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