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Chapter 10!

Chapter 10- You never changed

The air in the room was frozen, but I could feel it cutting through my skin, drowning me in the darkness...

It seems that Ms Tiffany Crawfood here is reportedly pregnant with your baby.

She's pregnant.

With his baby.

With James Potter's baby.

How?

James was staring from McGonagall to Tiffany ludicrously. He couldn't seem to absorb what McGonagall just said.

She's pregnant with his baby.

With James Potter's baby.

"What are you talking about?" he asked harshly, looking at Tiffany. "I don't even know you, much less knock you up."

Tears were swimming in her eyes, threatening to fall. "How can you not remember me? Especially after this?" she said, pointing to her stomach.

"How can you even say such a thing when you have absolutely no proof?" he shot back, hands clenching into fists. "This is perposterous! Ridiculous! Not possible!"

"Mr Potter!" said McGonagall warningly. "I understand that this is a lot to take in, but how dare you say that to a girl you have ahrmed so badly?"

"Professor!" he said exasperatedly. "It's not mine! It can't be! I never even left the party."

"That's not true," I said suddenly. Shit, Lily. Way to open your big mouth.

Everyone in the room turned to me. Tiffany was looking at me hopefully; McGonagall was looking at me curiously; James was looking at me ludicrously.

"You did leave the party," I told him, remembering. "You left about a few minutes after Tiffany left."

"I didn't!" he practically yelled at me, his voice reaching the edge of panic. Then he turned back to Professor McGonagall. "What kind of proof do you have that she-" he jabbed his finger at Tiffany. "-is carrying my baby?"

McGonagall's eyes were literally burning from anger, but she conjured a piece of paper from thin air. James grabbed it and looked at it, eyes widening as they slowly traveled down the page.

"This is the DNA slip from St Mungos, Mr Potter," she said, voice tight. "It has your name on it."

It has your name on it.

I felt like my whole world was sinking. No no no no no...

Why would James do this?

To such an innocent girl?

How could he?

Is this why he left that night?

Why James? Why?

James looked like an invisible hand reached into his throat and squeezed it tight, refusing to let him speak. The paper slowly dropped from his hands and fell onto the floor. McGonagall made it vanish back to her office and approached James slowly.

"I think you have some explaining to do, Mr Potter," she said in a dangerously deadly voice.

"It's not mine," he said weakly, looking up to the professor. "Please, it can't be-"

"Potter, it would not be wise to deny this any longer," she said. "The proof is already there on the paper. Ms Evans here even said that she say you leave the party that night. This is your doing, you have to face the consequences."

"It's not mine," he insisted.

"Stop it, James!" yelled Tiffany suddenly. "Why are you denying this child? Your child?" Especially since you're putting me through all this pain, this torture-"

"You're lying!" he yelled. "Even if you have a baby, it can't be mine!"

"YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE TO BE CARRYING A BABY!" she shrieked right in front of me and McGonagall. "You don't- you don't know what it's like to s- to suffer-"

And then she suddenly broke down and cried, falling onto the ground and sobbing her eyes out.

James stared at her, dumbfounded, before approaching her nervously. "Hey, don't cry-"

"Stay with me, James," she sobbed. "Stay with me and your baby."

That got him fired up again. "It's not my baby!" he said hotly. Then he turned to McGonagall. "Professor, you've got to believe me-"

He stopped under her cold stare. "I expect better from you, Mr Potter," she said before taking Tiffany and walking out from the room.

James stared after them ludicrously. "You don't- you don't believe this, do you?"

That's when I realized that me was talking to me, and his voice burned every vein in my body. How dare he talk to me after- after what he did to that young girl!

He should be ashamed! He should be by that girl's side! Instead he's still here,denying it, like that baby wasn't his, like that DNA slip was fake. I mean, how can a DNA slip be fake?

Then my new image of James Potter, that new, wonderful friendly image that had me almost liking him as more than a friend, got shattered into a million pieces. It got replaced by an old, horrible image of James Potter: the prat, the annoying dolt, the playboy whose worse than Sirius.

The man who broke an innocent girl.

I glared at him, a glare so scary it made him cringe into a corner. "How dare you hurt Tiffany like that?"

"I know!" he said, not listening to what I said. "That was completely-"

Then he stopped dead, realizing what I had actually said.

"You don't- you don't believe them, do you?" he asked in a hollow voice.

"The proof was all there, Potter," I snarled. "I can't believe you're still denying this horrible fate you have done to this girl, and only thinking of yourself."

"But it's not-" he started, but I cut him off by slapping him in the face. Hard.

I hadn't had to slap James in about two months, and this one was like triggering my memory of the last time I slapped him.

"Go out with me," said Potter.

"I rather go out with the Giant Squid," I snapped. "Now leave me alone!"

"But Evans, I know that you can't resist my lovely charm," he said cockily. "Now go out with me."

"Leave me alone," I snarled, my hands clenching into fists.

"Go out with me, go out with me, go out with me," he continued chanting. "Go out with-"

That's when I couldn't take it anymore, and I slapped him.

Back then, it was for such petty reasons, but it's different now.

He deserves it.

He brought this on himself.

And he should face the consequences.

And all he's doing is defending himself.

Not even thinking of the girl.

Not even thinking about the baby.

I thought that he had changed.

But I was wrong.

He's still the useless, stuck up, conceited, self-centered git he always was.

Why did I trust him?

Why?

"And just when I thought that you had changed," I said, close to tears. Then I stormed out of the Heads' dormitory, leaving to tell the first friend I can find.

The news that Tiffany Crawfood was knocked up with James's baby was the new gossip all around school. People all around were instantly taking sides. Many girls -even some from his fan club- took the Anti-James side, hissing and glaring at him when he passed. Once, James even got a howler from one of the girls, yelling on about chivary and respect.

Boys, on the other hand, were on James's side. Some actually congratulated him on knocking Tiffany up, despite the fact that he keeps saying that it isn't his. Seriously, I wonder how much longer he can keep this lie up...

The entire Gryffindor Quidditch team also took his side, completely believing his ridiculous story despite the fact that they have all seen the slip. Did he confund them or something?

My friends have now split into two sides as well. Emmeline and Mary were completely against James while Sirius, Remus, Peter, Rose, Frank, Alice, Dorcas and surprisingly Marlene were on James's side, defending him all the time. Even though Marlene had a rather rough ride with Sirius, she stayed loyal to her Captain and stood by his side along with the rest, although Sirius, Rose and her don't communicate anymore. Frank didn't believe that Tiffany could be carrying James's baby, and Alice just followed Frank wherever he went.

"How can you guys believe him?" I asked Rose one day over breakfast. "The truth was already laid out for you and you follow his lie?"

"Listen, I know James," she said confidently. "And this is not something he would do to a girl. Besides, I can tell whenever he's lying and when he isn't. There's a certain gleam in his eyes whenever he is, no matter how non-chalent he acts. And as his cousin, it is my duty to stick by him. I mean, his parents are already on the run, how much more trauma can he take?"

"This was inflicted on by himself," I said quietly. "He deserves it."

"It isn't his," she insisted. "I just know."

"Then how do you explain the DNA slip?" I demanded. "You can't deny that."

"Okay, so that is a little weird," she admitted. "But maybe St Mungos made a mistake or something. It could happen, you know."

"All James cares about is defending himself," I snarled. "He doesn't even care about the baby."

"Of course he cares about the baby," she soothed me. "But it isn't his, and he just doesn't feel the bond there."

"Are you on his side just because you're family, or do you really believe him?" I demanded. "Because I don't believe such a terrible lie."

"He may be family, but I know that this isn't right," she told me. "Look, Crawfood is in my year, and she's known as the school's biggest liar. Now I can't deny the fact that she has a baby, because of the fact that she has already been scanned through by St Mungos and McGonagall personally took her there, but I can just tell it isn't his. She's definitely lying, and maybe she told McGonagall it's his because she likes him, or something. But it isn't his."

"I don't believe it," I simply said. "She's telling the truth. A girl wouldn't lie about a situation as big as this."

"A girl wouldn't," said Rose. "But Tiffany would."

James was taken into Dumbledore's office two days after McGonagall's visit.

The strangest thing was he wasn't revoked off his Head Boy badge. Dumbledore looked at the DNA slip and said that it was indeed his, but he would look into it further. What is there to look into when the proof is already there in black and white?

Meanwhile, James was suppose to take responsibility for the baby. That meant paying for the hospital fees, the new clothes Tiffany would need, bringing her for check-ups and more. She would find him after classes, during meal times, and even from the boys' dormitory (which got Sirius into a state that I will not go into). She acted like they were already married and the prospect of having children was such a wonderful idea.

But James was completely miserable.

He couldn't stand her. Sometimes he would ask her to bugger off, and earn many glares from all the surrounding girls. Many of the teachers were giving him the cold shoulder except Professor Slughorn, who surprisingly believed him over a cup of coffee in his office. Most of his usual friends were either ignoring him or glaring at him.

But my expression was probably the worse of all.

The fact that we were Head Boy and Girl was already stressing it, now we even stayed in the same room. I made sure that I would go back extra early, so that when James came back, I would be 'asleep' or doing my homework. But sometimes when I looked at him, he face would be all screwed up, like there was about a hundred weight on his shoulders and he just couldn't get it off. Once in a while he would shoot a hopeful glance at me, but it would falter under my scary glare.

I know that this isn't my fight, but this is what he did to a girl, and I can't... I just can't forgive him.

Even I can feel Tiffany's tremendous pain, and it's just torturing me, burning all the bones in my body. My heart really beats for her, and I hope that this fifteen years-old girl will be able to make it through.

And Potter wasn't even doing anything about the baby.

Head rounds were now done seperately, as requested by me. I would never be able to walk with him without wanting to rip his throat out and stuffing it into the dustbin. He didn't even bother to reject. Good. He should be feeling the pain.

But I was miserable too.

Not laughing with James, not being able to communicate so normally without all the heat and anger and the awkwardness, not being woken up by his usual creative morning calls, it was just...torture. Over the past few weeks, he had become a very close friend.

But now I have lost him to a fight that isn't even mine.

I can't stand it; it's ripping me apart inside. I don't think I have even been this close with Mary or Alice. I mean, we still talk even through this madness, but it gets really awkward and then one of us just leaves to get away.

All this pain caused by James, and he can't even face him.

Like I said, he's just a self-centered, stuck-up and conceited git.

And I hate him.

He will never change.

Sirius's POV

This whole situation is getting bloody ridiculous.

Stupid, stupid Marlene. Why did she have to make things so complicated? Rose and I were getting along just fine!

We weren't dating!

haven't even snogged her yet!

And I did feel attracted to you, but you just had to break it.

And now Prongs must go and make things fall even harder by telling me Tiffany Crawfood's knocked up with his baby.

Wha- wait, knocked-up?

With his baby?

That's my job!

How dare he steal the title of playboy Sirius Black?

I was proud of that title!

Then again, I did decide to become a commited man...

But there's so much drama.

Too much for me to handle.

Ah, I don't care about this shit. Right now, Prongsie needs my help because he says that the baby isn't his.

Wait- the baby isn't his.

YES! Woo-hoo! My title still remains!

But everyone think's it's his.

Ah, drat.

Fine! Take it away for all I care!

But then again, Prongsie needs my help right now...

Especially after that great ordeal he has just been through...

I can't believe I'm thinking about this during Muggle Studies when I should be wondering who I should snog next.

Hm...maybe Lily Evans?

Nah, she would kill me.

And our relationship is bad enough.

Now it's even worse with the baby thing.

Ah Lily, why can't you just kiss Jamesie and make everything all better? The poor guy's suffering because of you!

You should be ashamed!

Anyway, back to wondering.

Ah, too late. Muggle Studies is over. Oh well, better go meet the rest of the gang.

So I walk by, whistling merrily as I go and winking at random girls in the corridor when I turn right and hear a voice.

Down the dark alley.

Ooh! Suspicious!

"What are you doing?" asks a voice I can only recognize as Tiffany Crawfood. Seriously, you would recognize her voice as well if she woke you (actually it was Prongs, but all the same) up at three in the morning due to the fact that she had a craving for Macdonals. I mean, what is Macdonals anyway? Some kind of disease?

"I'm asking about the baby," said a voice I didn't recognize. Sounded like a Slytherin, though. Big, rough and stupid.

"It's fine, thank you very much," she replied stiffly. "And how much longer do I have to keep this up."

"You know the consequences if you told them the father is actually me!" he snarled, and my eyes widened.

If the father is actually me.

Where is a tape recorder when you need one?

Yes, I know about a tape recorder. I do pay attention in Muggle Studies sometimes, you know.

"And besides, you just love Potter, don't you?" he said. "You and the rest of the fangirls."

"If you're jealous, then just admit it," replied Tiffany in a low voice. "You didn't have to give me this baby!"

"You didn't exactly fight when we were doing it! You welcomed it gladly!" he almost yelled, and she shushed him.

"We were drunk, and you took advantage of the opportunity!" she hissed. "And keep your voice down!"

Whoa- Tiffany Crawfood is knocked up with a Slytherin's baby! This is going to be good gossip!

Wait- Tiffany Crawfood is knocked up with a Slytherin's baby! Not James! Merlin, where is Prongs when you need him?

Oh Prongsie, where are you?

Or Moony, or Wormtail! Seriously, anybody!

Haha, Siriusly, Seriously! I love this pun!

"Look, the other Slytherins can't find out that I've knocked up a Mudblood," he said, voice so low I had to strain to hear. "And besides, you and Potter would be happily living with the baby when you're done, huh?"

And then he moved a little to the right, and I caught a glimpse of his ugly, stupid face.

Which made me sprint all the way to the dormitory to find Prongs and tell him the news.

I cannot believe this.

A/N: Dun dun dunnnnnnn! Once again, another cliffhanger! Well, one thing's for sure, it's NOT James's baby, so you can ll breathe normally again! Relax, I won't be THAT bad to James! And in case you hadn't noticed, that last bit was in Sirius's POV. Like it? Don't like it?

It'll probably take another few chapters to find out whose the father, but you already know that he's a Slytherin, so guess from there!

And in the next chapter, you'll find out another startling discovery.

...If you can actually get it.

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