I’m sure the reaction I was giving him now wasn’t the one he had expected.
I hadn’t moved. Not even an inch. My mouth was still set in a tight line as I tried to move my thoughts away from picking up something very heavy and hitting him over the head with it.
His grin, which had been on his face from the moment he walked into the room, slowly started to fade while he started fidgeting. Mum, however, didn’t bat an eyelid.
“Well aren’t you going to say anything?” She said, practically jumping up and down. “Your Dad’s back! After all these years. We’re going to be okay.” I could feel my hands shake next to me. “I’ll leave you two to get reacquainted.”
After she left the room, my eyes moved straight back to him. At least he had the decency to look guilty.
“Why?” I whispered. “Why come back now?”
He shuffled his feet around before answering. “I made a mistake.”
“You made a mistake ten years ago!” I replied tightly. “What makes you think that you can just walk back in and everything will be okay??”
“You lost the right to call me that when you walked out.”
“You don’t understand. I didn’t want to leave.”
I scoffed. “Because you were forced away from this family against your will.” I added sarcastically.
“Look,” He started, raising his voice. “I lost my job. I ran up debts. I added nothing to this family. I didn’t want to let you all down.”
“Well you did.” I lowered my voice significantly, looking down. “You should have stayed. You should have stayed when you lost your job, and kept looking for a new career. Instead, you ran up a heap of debts, and left us to deal with them while you ran away.”
There he goes with the guilty look again. So I kept going. “Do you know how hard mum has been working since you left? She’s got three jobs. She always looks tired, and that’s because she doesn’t have time to breathe let alone sleep.”
“I’m going to make that up to her.” He said confidently. “I know this sounds completely stupid, but I didn’t think you’d all be affected like this.”
“I can’t stay in here with you.” I replied, standing up and already making my way to the kitchen. I didn’t look back once.
I’ve always thought that sitting in my back garden and watching the trees in the distance blowing in the wind was one of the most calming things you could do. Which is why I wasn’t surprised to find myself walking to the very same spot after I left the living room.
I looked up, and saw Jack sit down next to me. I gave him a weak smile. “Hey Jack.” I leaned my head on his shoulder.
“I see you’ve met father of the year.” He tried to laugh it off, but I could see the anger in his eyes.
“How can he just…………” I sighed, taking a breath in. “How can he just walk in here and expect everyone to welcome him with open arms?"
“Well I won’t.” He replied, wrapping an arm around my shoulder. “In fact, I’m not allowed to go near him until Mum says otherwise.”
Jack rolled his eyes. “Something about me wanting to beat him up.” I laughed, but felt my stomach twinge, and started rubbing my bump. Jack frowned.
“Yeah.” I said, sighing in relief as the sharp pain faded away. “All this stress can’t be good for the baby.”
“Have you told Mum yet?” He asked.
“Actually, that’s what I came here today to do.” I tried to smile, but it just wasn’t happening. “But….other things got in the way.”
“Just get it over with.” Jack added. “She’s your mother, she’s not going to ignore you afterwards.”
Jack scoffed and gave me a look. “Aiden is fourteen and an idiot.”
Well would you look at that, Jack did the impossible and made me laugh. “There you go.” He smiled, before switching the subject. “How is it at the Potters?”
“It’s great!” I answered. “Ginny is amazing and everyone is really supportive.”
Jack nodded in agreement. “I love them, Mrs Potter is always lovely, and Mr Potter is so easy to talk to. He still plays Quidditch with his family. Every time I see him play I always wonder why he didn’t become a professional.”
“I haven’t really talked to him yet.” I said, biting my lip in worry. “What if he doesn’t like me?”
“He’ll love you.” We settled into a comfortable silence, but a few minutes later, Jack decided to break it.
“Potter treating you okay?”
I smiled at his concern for my wellbeing. “Yeah, he’s been great.” Jack nodded to acknowledge what I’d said, but didn’t bring up James again.
“So why don’t you go tell Mum now?”
“With Dad here? No way.” I shook my head.
He stood up. “Stay here a minute.” He walked off back into the house, leaving me sat alone. It wasn’t long before another silhouette was walking out towards me. When they got closer, I could see that it was Aiden.
“Alright?” He said, sitting down in the exact spot that Jack had been sitting in previously.
“Yeah, you?” I smiled, as he nodded his response. “Where did Jack go?”
“He’s gone to talk to Mum.” He answered. “He told me you were here, so I came to see you. How’s the baby?”
“She’s good. She’s been kicking more than normal lately.”
Aiden was being quieter than normal. “What’s wrong Aid? I can always tell when you’re keeping something from me.”
He sighed. “I haven’t got many memories of Dad, but you and Jack seem to be really angry at him. Is it wrong that I kind of want to know him? Even if he did walk out on us?”
“Well, you were only four when he left.” I said, looking back at the swaying trees. “If you want to get to know him, then that’s your call. I just don’t want to see you get hurt.”
“I can look after myself.” I hugged him to show my support.
“It’s great that you three are getting along now,” a voice said. “When you were here at Christmas, I thought you’d never talk to each other again.”
We both turned to see Mum grinning at us. Aiden came my shoulder a squeeze before standing and walking back into the house.
“Jack told me you wanted to talk to me.” She said, once again sitting in the same spot. “Away from your father.”
“He told you that, did he?”
“I’m so sorry that I just sprung this on you. But what with him living here now……”
“He lives here?” I said in shock.
She nodded. “I asked him a week ago, and he was eager to move in.”
“Mum.” I groaned. “Don’t you think you’re taking things a little too fast? I don’t want you to get hurt again. Don’t you think this is a big risk?”
“I love him Ames.” She said in complete honesty. “If you can’t take risks with someone you love, then you’re playing life too safe. Didn’t you think it was a bit of a risk to keep seeing James behind your brother’s back? It’s working for you. Jack is on your side, and is getting better at talking about his old best friend everyday.”
I thought about what she’d said. In my head, James still seemed like less of a risk that Mum’s relationship with Dad.
“Let’s forget about it for a moment. What did you want to talk to me about?”
I felt my heart beat faster. I’d been putting this off for months, worried about how she would react when I told her the news.
“You have to promise that you won’t be angry at me,” I started, feelings the tears start to fall. I was terrified right now.
“Why would I be angry?” she asked, confused.
“And that you won’t shout.”
Her confusion was growing. “I’ll try not to.”
“And that you’ll still love me.” I sobbed.
“Oh Honey.” She pulled me into her arms. “I will never stop loving you. I think you’re working yourself up too much.”
“I’m……..” I struggled to tell her.
“You’re what Sweetheart?”
“Thanks for the tea.” I whispered sipping the hot beverage that my mother had made me.
After I’d blurted it out, she was shocked, as expected. However, being a Mum she knew exactly what to do next. Which was take me into the house, make me tea, and try to calm me down enough to talk about it.
“No problem.” She replied, drinking from her own cup. “So…..how far along are you? I’m guessing from how long Jack and James haven’t been speaking, you’re at least three months.”
Guilt. Unrelenting Guilt. This is something I should have told her as soon as I found out. Maybe even when I had a feeling that I might be. Not something months down the line.
“Ummmm……..” I hesitated. “About 31 weeks.”
Mum dropped the cup she had been holding. “31 weeks? That’s nearly seven months!”
“I know I should have told you sooner, but I couldn’t write it to you in a letter, and then Christmas happened and everyone was angry at everyone, and you were working, and then I went back to school……”
“Ssshhh calm down.” Once again being gathered into Mum’s arms, she stroked my hair like she used to. “It’s okay. I’m not going to pretend I’m not disappointed, and not just about not being told. This isn’t what I wanted for you. I wanted you to have a career, and settle down.”
I felt like I’d let her down.
“In saying that, however, if you and James are happy, then I’m happy for you. I’ll help support you as well.”
“No. you’ve got enough mouths to feed. Me and James are going to make sure this baby is looked after, that she’s got everything she needs.”
“She?” Mum smiled down at me.
“Congratulations Grandma,” I laughed back, wiping the tears off my face. “You’re going to have a granddaughter.”
She grinned, before looking me up and down. “You don’t look pregnant.”
I pulled the Invisibump off, and watched my stomach appear from nowhere. “Don’t you just love magic?”
Falling out the fireplace in the Potter’s kitchen, a hand reached out and helped me stand up.
“How did it go?” Al asked, letting go of me when I was standing.
“It was…..eventful.” I smiled, taking a deep breath to let out all the tension I was feeling. “Where’s James?”
“Outside playing Quidditch with the family.” He answered. “I just came in to get a drink. You coming outside to watch?”
I nodded, and followed Al outside to the Quidditch Pitch. When we approached it, Al flew up on his broomstick to join the other players, and I went over to sit next to Dom’s mum, Rose’s mum and a woman that I hadn’t met yet.
“Amy!” Hermione said, gesturing for me to sit next to her. “This is Emilia. Emilia and her husband Charlie weren’t at the dinner the other night.”
I smiled at her. “It’s nice to meet you.”
“You too.” She answered with a beam, before turning to look to my left. “Danny don’t fly too high!” I turned to look around, and saw the cutest sight I’d ever seen. A small blonde boy was flying around on a toy broomstick, squealing in joy. It tugged at my heartstrings.
“Is that your son?” I said, still looking a the adorable picture.
“Yes.” I could hear the smile in her voice. “That’s Danny.”
“How old is he?”
“He’s six.” I turned back to her. “I also have a daughter, Reese, who’s nine months old.”
I sighed at the sight of Danny giggling. “He’s gorgeous.” This made Emilia grin proudly.
“Thank you.” She added. “I’m sure your daughter will be just as cute. How could she not, with both you and James as her parents.”
I didn’t have chance to respond, because James flew down, dropped his broomstick next to me, and pulled me up straight into his arms.
“How did it go?” He mumbled into my hair, wrapping his arms around me.
“Fine.” I said, pulling him as close as I could. “Better than expected actually. Not once did she say she was going to hunt you down and kill you.”
James chuckled. “Good. I kind of want to be here right now.” As he pulled back, he said “I’m glad you’ve told everyone.”
“Something else happened while I was there.” I continued. James’ face had a worried look on his face. “My Dad’s back.”
“He showed up weeks ago, and he’s moved back in with my mum.” I answered. “I don’t want to see him. I mean, he just walked out on us. Like we didn’t mean anything to him.”
“You don’t have to go back if you don’t want to.” He said, trying to make me feel better. “Your mum can come here if you want to see her.”
I smiled. “That’s nice to know.”
We were getting ready the following day for dinner, when a well known ball of energy came running into James’ room.
“Hello People!!!” Holly squeaked, jumping onto the bed. “I’m here now!!!”
“HOLLY!” James yelled in shock. “I could have been naked!”
Holly looked him up and down once, taking in the fact he was topless but had jeans on, and shrugged. “Lucky you weren’t then isn’t it?” she said, sitting down on the sofa in his room. James gave her a bemused expression, before pulling a shirt on. Rose walked in looking exasperated.
“What are you doing here?” I asked, shocked but happy to have my best friend here with me.
“I got Dom to invite me to dinner tonight.” Holly squealed. “You don’t think I’d miss Mr Weasley scaring the shit out of Malfoy do you? It’s entertainment gold!”
“Will you stop trying to make my relationship with Scorpius like a soap opera please.” An annoyed Rose grumbled.
Holly looked thoughtful. “Maybe Mr Weasley will kill Malfoy to protect his daughter’s honour.” She jumped up form the sofa looking excited. “I’m gunna go get Mr Weasley a shovel!!”
“She’s not really getting a shovel, is she?” Rose asked, looking slightly worried, before running out after her.
“Well you could never say this family wasn’t entertaining.” James said, grabbing my hand and following them.
By the time we got downstairs, everyone was staring at Rose and Holly, who were wrestling over a shovel. All the grown ups were extremely confused. At least the kids knew which of the two would have started the whole scenario.
Rose only let go when the door bell rang, shouting out ‘I’ll get it!’ and running out the room. Of course, this left Holly holding the shovel. Grinning, she ran over to Rose’s dad.
“Mr Weasley, I thought this might be useful for you today when you meet Scorpius.” It was only when Al walked forward and started dragging her out of the room, that Holly shouted “JUST IN CASE YOU KILL THE GUY!!”
Me, James and most of the others couldn’t stop the giggles from coming out at the sight of Rose’s dad holding a shovel with a bemused expression on his face.
“Is that girl all there?” He asked, making us kids laugh even more.
All noise went down when Scorpius walked into the room next to Rose. Mr Weasley’s face instantly changed from confusion to warning. He glared at Malfoy, who looked incredibly uncomfortable.
“Things are about to kick off.” James whispered in my ear, causing me to have to stifle my chuckle.
“Nah they’re not.” Fred responded, having heard his whisper. “Aunt Hermione had a word with Uncle Ron while you two were still upstairs. Under no circumstance is he to say anything that will scare Malfoy off.”
“That won’t stop him.” James smirked. “Care to make a bet?”
“Sure.” Fred smirked back. “Ten Galleons?”
“You’re on.” James replied, walking into the dining room holding my hand.
When everyone was sitting down, Ginny, Angelina and the Potter’s house elf brought in all the food. Just like last time, the food was amazing. And because of how amazing this family was, I didn’t have to worry about how much I was eating and getting revolting looks.
The funniest thing of the evening was watching the interaction between James’ Uncle Ron and Scorpius Malfoy. While Ron was glaring at Scorpius, both his wife and daughter were glaring at him.
“So Scorpius…” Hermione started. “What do you want to do after Hogwarts?”
“Well, I was thinking about working in the Ministry…..” Scorpius said, getting interrupting by Ron scoffing.
“Using the influence of his father.” He mumbled under his breath, receiving a punch to the arm from his wife.
“Actually I wanna work in the Department of Magical Games and Sports.” Malfoy replied, ignoring his girlfriend’s father’s glare.
Everyone tried to move past the awkwardness, and learn more about Scorpius, but it wasn’t long before Ron was having his say again.
“What are your intentions with my daughter?”
“Intentions?” Scorpius squeaked back.
“Leave him alone Ronald.” Hermione scolded.
“But ‘Mione……” Ron whined.
“No buts Ronald. Let the boy eat his dinner without giving him the third degree.” The sulk that Ron went into for the rest of the dinner was hilarious. He tried to open his mouth to speak once, and all he got was a death stare from his wife. If he hadn’t been trying to make Scorpius’ life a misery, I may have felt sorry for him.
At the end of dinner, everyone went back into the lounge. Once Hermione and Rose had left, Ron held on to the back of Scorpius’ top and stopped him from leaving the room. The only people left in the room with them were me, James, Fred, Mr Potter and Holly. Holly, who was practically bouncing in her chair at the prospect of seeing Mr Weasley kill Malfoy.
“If you hurt my daughter, I will make sure that no girl will ever show interest in you again. And cause you a lot of physical pain in the process. Do I make myself clear?”
Scorpius nodded quickly, and as soon as Ron let go, he ran out of the room. Most likely to find his girlfriend. James’ dad was laughing his head off.
“You think that’s funny?” Rose’s dad asked. “Just wait until Lily brings a boyfriend home.” Mr Potter sobered up extremely quickly.
“So that’s ten galleons isn’t it?” James said to Fred smugly.
Several families had already left, so I felt that it would be okay for me to go back upstairs and relax. Pregnancy really takes it’s toll on your body. As I walked past one of the rooms, something inside caught my attention.
Emilia was standing over a cot, smiling at a baby chewing on a soft toy. I walked in slowly so I wouldn’t startle anyone.
“Is that your daughter?”
She looked up, instantly transferring her smile to me. “Yes it is.” I walked over and looked in as well.
“Would you like to hold her?”
I looked up surprised. “I don’t want to drop her.”
She chuckled softly. “You won’t.” Emilia picked up Reese form the crib and held her out for me to take. Once I was shown the right way to hold a baby, it wasn’t long until I was cuddling a sleeping nine month old.
And it felt right.
I couldn’t wait to hold my own daughter in my arms.
A/N: So I’ve had an eventful few weeks. Only went and got hit with a car while I was on a crossing :(
Even if I’m hurting, it gave me a great excuse to write some more without feeling guilty about the work I should be doing :P
“I‘m here to talk to my sister Potter, so if you don‘t mind I‘d like it if you took your sneaky, arrogant asshole self away from me before I kick your face in.”
“Jack, stop being a dick!”
He looked at me like he was seeing me for the first time. “I’m only trying to get some privacy so I can talk to you without nosy sods listening.”
“It’s about time you put your differences with James behind you.” I retorted. “Even if it’s only to make me happy.”
Thank you for sticking with this story so long. I can’t believe how many reads it’s had, and how many people like it :)
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