Harry Potter Imagines

17: James Potter

"So, let me get this straight," I snapped sarcastically, following my boyfriend through the halls of our school. "You're just done? Did these last four years mean nothing to you?" I asked angrily, huffing as I jogged up the stairs behind him. "Look at me!" I shouted, stopping halfway up as I got a stitch in my side.

He turned to face me, his face pained for just a moment as he saw how I was struggling. His face hardened again as he composed himself. 

"Yes, Jones. I'm sorry to have wasted your time, but we're done." I scoffed and crossed my arms. "Can you at least give me a reason why?" 

James clenched his jaw and looked away from me. He seemed to be searching the hallway for an answer. He finally sighed and met my eyes again with a look of indifference that made my stomach turn. "I just... don't love you anymore," he replied coldly. I held my head high and fought off the tears that threatened to spill. 

"Thank you for your honesty. Sorry I didn't turn out to be good enough for you," I spat, turning quickly on my heel and rushing downstairs. I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing me cry.

*

"You've got to be kidding me." I groaned as I stared at the positive result in front of me. Madam Pomfrey rubbed my back comfortingly. "It'll be okay, dear. Remember, you do have options." I looked up at the older witch and shook my head sadly. "I do want this child, but it's just an issue of the father." I paused and added, "And the fact that I haven't graduated yet." 

Madam Pomfrey laughed gently and gave me a kind smile. "Well, at least you graduate next week. I'm sorry to hear that you're having troubles, but I'm sure things will work out." She sighed and said, "But everything looks normal, so you're free to go. If you need anything, just drop by and I'll see what I can do." 

I smiled slightly and slid off of the table. "Thank you, Madam Pomfrey. For everything." She nodded and went off to help another student in need.

The panic didn't really set in until I was wandering the halls heading toward my House. How could this have happened? Of all times for this to happen... of all the circumstances... I didn't want my child to have to deal with the same thing that I did growing up. Yet here we are.

I slammed into something hard and lost my balance. Before I could fall, someone stopped me. I looked up to thank the person but stopped short when I saw it was Sirius. I stood up straight and stepped out of his hold. "Thank you," I muttered briskly and continued walking. "Jones!" he shouted, crying out again when I ignored him.

I couldn't turn back. He's just going to talk to me about James and I just can't handle that right now. "Jones!" he repeated stubbornly, his voice much closer this time. "Go away Black!" I shouted through clenched teeth. "This isn't a good time."

He grabbed my arm gently and I stopped suddenly. "Let go, Sirius. Please." He did, but the wounded look on his face caught me by surprise. "Did I do something?" I frowned and raised an eyebrow. "No?"

Sirius frowned too. "Then why are you ignoring me?" I shrugged. "I figured since I wasn't good enough for him anymore that I wouldn't be good enough for his friends either." His eyes widened in surprise before he frowned darkly. "What're you on about?" 

"Did he not tell you?" I asked, surprise erasing any anger I'd felt previously. Sirius' expression lightened slightly. "Tell me what?" I groaned and ran my hands over my face. "Just... ask him. I've got to go." 

"Wait!" Sirius called out, his voice drowned out by the flood of students that just got out of class. I've never been so grateful for a crowd like this.