Hooked - James Sirirus Potter.

Prologue part 1

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Dropping his bag onto the floor, James looked around his small dirty apartment and let out a sigh of relief. Sarah had actually gone. He’d been trying to dump her for months, giving her ample time to leave his flat and go back to her mother’s by taking jobs around the world… he’d spent the last two months deep in the Amazon helping his Uncle Charlie determine a newly discovered breed of dragons.

“You’re back then.” A female voice snapped and James fought back a paddy. “Took you long enough, why didn’t you let me know you were safe?”

“Sarah.” He growled, turning around and seeing the tall, dark haired woman standing in the doorway to their – his bedroom. “I’m sick of this!”

“Of me James; I thought you loved me.”

“You cheated on me.” he roared, not being able to hold back his frustration. “Again and again and again; what part of we’re through move back to your mothers don’t you understand?!”

“I don’t cheat James.” She hissed, walking over and raising a hand to slap him. “You desert me on a regular basis.”

“I work where and when I can.” He snapped, “I earn four times the amount you do.”

“It’s why I love you James.”

“Do I need to physically throw you out of my flat?”

“Our flat.”

“Do you contribute in any financial way?” he asked with a laugh, “Of course not, your money is yours while mine is yours too.”

“You can’t throw me out anyway.” She smirked, stepping closer again and grabbing his hand forcefully.

“Watch me.” he growled, trying to rip his hand free as she slammed it down onto her stomach.

Blind panic ripped through him… Sarah had been very slim, always had been… but his hand was resting on something very round. He felt his mouth gape like a fish as he looked into her dark brown eyes which were filled with arrogance. “We’re going to have a baby, in two months.”

“Two months?” he gaped, pulling the flowing top up to reveal the blatantly pregnant stomach. “How do I even know if it’s mine; you’re always running to another man?”

“Trust me James; it’s yours… I made sure it was.” She laughed; “You should probably find a new job; I’ll need you to look after the baby while I sleep.”

“No.” he said, moving his hands off of her as if he’d been burnt. “This is not going to happen.”

“What do you mean?” she sneered, advancing on him until he was pressed against the fridge. “Are you going to throw your child out onto the streets; ruin her life before she’s even born?”

“She?” he asked, forgetting about the burning anger for a second.

“I’ve already named her; Paige Sarah Potter.” She smiled, taking his hand and resting it on her stomach once again. “She’s going to look just like me with your name.”

James cringed, Paige… he’d never have chosen the name, never thought of it, but he knew if this child was his he’d have to get used to it. “I’m not going to throw you out Sarah.” He said, snatching his hand free and skirting around her so his back was against the fireplace. “But I’m not going to stay with you; I’ll see you when the baby is born, with a DNA test.”

“If you leave now James, you’ll never see your daughter again; I’ll get the ministry involved, say you beat me!” She screamed as he leant down and grabbed a handful of floo powder.