Chapter 19 : Memories
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“Yeah, I know.” I growled.
I worked so hard to make sure no one but family know I was pregnant. Now the entire wizarding world knows. I knew the rumors would be flying. I could already see people whispering when Dom and I got on the train. It probably didn’t help my case that I arrived without James.
“The Prophet writers really need to go get lives.” I whined. “The war was ages ago. You would think their fascination with Harry and the Weasleys would be over by now.”
“But then our family had to have children.” Dom laughed. “There’s nothing the gossip columns love more than entitled trust fund babies.”
“Is this real?” Rose asked as she barraged right into the compartment.
“Thanks for knocking Rosie.” Dom said, rolling her eyes.
Rose ignored her older cousin and tossed to paper into my lap. I looked down at it. There was that awful picture of James and Blair looking up at me.
“I don’t know.” I said curtly, tossing the paper in the empty seat next to me.
“Frankly I think the girl belongs in the looney bin.” Rose said.
She plopped herself down in the empty spot next to Dom. Scorpius awkwardly stood in the doorway before taking the empty seat next to me.
Speak of the devil herself. Blair Chase stood in the doorway of our compartment, smiling sweetly at me.
“What do you want Blair?” I asked.
Blair flipped her golden locks over her shoulder and cocked her head slightly to the side. She sent me a dazzling bright smile.
“I just want to make sure you’re okay.” She said. “It must suck knowing James ended your two-year relationship for me.”
“James and I didn’t break up. You need to get out of this fantasy world you’re living in.” I snapped.
“And if you knew what was best for him, you’d break up with him.” Blair shot back.
“There you guys are. Oh Merlin, what the hell is she doing here?”
Lily and James walked into our compartment. Lily drew her wand and pointed it at Blair.
“She was just leaving.” Dom said. “Weren’t you Blair?”
Blair looked around the compartment, her eyes landing on me.
“Yeah, I’m on my way out.” Blair said, not breaking her eye contact from me. “Remember what I said Isabelle.”
She flipped her hair over her shoulder and headed out of the compartment.
“Bye Jamey.” She said, letting her fingers brush past his shoulders as she walked by.
I scowled. James looked down at his shoulder before taking a seat on the other side of me. He pulled a little vial out of his pocket. It was filled with a shiny and shimmery silver mist. I knew it was a memory.
“You can watch this when we get to school.” James said, handing me the vial. “It’s Blair saying she faked the picture.”
“What is her problem?” I asked. “I mean she’s always been crazy but she’s stepped it up. Getting the Daily Prophet to run a fake article? That’s a bit extreme.”
“Well…” Rose said. “Everyone knows you and James have been going through a rough spot ever since Al’s accident. I actually think it’s smart of her to play on your weakness.”
“Rose!” Dom gasped, punching her in the shoulder.
“Ow!” Rose cried. “I’m being serious. Think about it. Belle and James are at low point in their relationship. Then Blair comes in and creates the illusion that James is cheating. Then she gets a major gossip column to run the article to get people talking.”
We all looked around at each other before nodding our heads in agreement. Rose was right. It was a smart plan.
“So how do we shut it down?” James asked.
“You don’t.” Rose said.
* * * * * * *
When James and I first started dating, I knew what I was getting myself into. Before I came into the picture, James was a bit of a wild child. The press loved him. He feed into what they wanted. They wanted drama, he gave them drama. Then I came into the picture and they were fascinated by me. Who was this mysterious girl that was able to tame the wild James Potter? Now here we were again, back in the limelight.
The feast was an interesting one. Students whispered amongst each other. Some even had the nerve to point at James and I. James sat close to me at the table. Our thighs were touching and his arm was wrapped protectively around me. Blair sat farther down the table, just glaring at me the whole time. This obsession she had went from cute to creepy to mildly stalkerish.
James and I ate our meals with Dom and Freddy. Freddy chatted about his father’s new joke products while Dom talk about this new hair salon she wanted to try. Basically, we were trying to ignore the conversation that everyone was talking about.
“I heard they broke up.” Some second or third year girl said.
“Yeah, I heard he was going out with Blair Chase now.” The girl’s friend said.
“That’s what I heard!” Said the first girl. “But he seems pretty close and cozy with Isabelle Stein right now.”
“Talk about a love triangle.” The friend said. “Can you say drama.”
Do these kids really have nothing better to talk about?
“Maybe she doesn’t know.” Girl number one said. “Like maybe James has been hiding the papers and keeping Isabelle in the dark.”
Oh, sweet Merlin.
“How about you two shut up and just eat your dinner?” I snapped.
The two girls just looked at me with wide eyes before looking down at their plates.
“What a bitch.” Girl number one mumbled.
“Someone is having some mood swings.” Girl number two said.
“Ignore them.” James whispered into my ear.
“I’m trying.” I muttered. “Everyone is just acting like an annoying little shit.”
“I know. Just let them talk. They’ll get bored eventually.” James said, giving me a kiss on the cheek.
I just sat there stiffly. While I now had proof that the picture of James and Blair was fake, I was still holding onto a slight grudge. I have yet to watch the memory so I couldn’t just let James off one hundred percent. I just had to be sure with that memory.
“I’m done.” I said, pushing my plate away from me. “I’m going to head up to the Room of Requirements to watch this memory.”
“I’ll come with you.” James said.
James and I managed to sneak away from the Gryffindor table and up to the seventh floor. We asked the room for what we wanted and waited for it to appear. When the door appeared, we stepped inside. The room was small and cozy, like a study. The pensieve stood in the center of the room. I walked up to it and dumped the memory into the liquid. I looked over at James before dunking my head into the memory.
Blair Chase ran up to James, attaching herself to his side like a leech. He tried to peel her off and she just latched on tighter. James looked at my sister desperately for help. Lily pulled out her wand.
“You have three seconds before I hex the shit out of you with my Bat-Bogey Hex.” Lily threatened. “One…Two…”
Blair quickly released James.
“We have so much to talk about Jamey.” Blair gushed, unfazed by Lily. “Hogsmeade dates, your Quidditch matches, and when I get to meet your parents. Harry and Ginny will just adore me.”
“That’s Mr. and Mrs. Potter to you.” Lily snapped.
“Blair.” James said slowly. “We are not dating. I’m dating Belle.”
“No, you aren’t. It says it right here in the Prophet.” Blair stated.
“I know you faked that picture.” He accused her. “I didn’t even see you in Diagon Alley.”
“Yes, you did.” Blair said, a sickly-sweet smile on her face. “You don’t want to cross me Jamey.”
“Blair, you need to get over it. We will never date.” He said.
“Take it back.” Blair hissed.
“What? He’s not going to take it back you crazy bint. He’s in love with Belle.” Lily said.
“This is only the beginning. Me sending that picture to your precious Belle, that was only the beginning.” Blair threatened.
“So, you do admit to faking the picture?” James asked.
“Yes, I forged the stupid picture and sent it to Belle.” Blair snapped. “And it’s only going to get worse from here.”
I pulled myself out of the memory. Blair had to be playing at some game. She told me that if I knew what was best for James, I would break up with him. She told James that if he didn’t break up with me that it would only get worse.
“I’m sorry I didn’t believe you.” I said, wrapping my arms around his neck.
“It’s okay.” James said, nuzzling his face into my shoulder. “We’ve been through hell and it was a pretty convincing picture.”
“I promise I won’t doubt you until I have all the facts.” I whispered. “I love you James Potter.”
“I love you Isabelle Stein.”
Author’s Note- Chapter 19! We’re nearing the end. I’m thinking 25-30 will probably be the cutoff. I hoped you guys liked this chapter. I got a few more tiny events and one major one left. Be sure to check out my one-shot companion for this story, As Told by a Dead Man.
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