Responsibilities
Author's Note: In this chapter, there will be a flash back on how Angelina's parents took finding out she was pregnant. It's not too long, but the beginning is a flash back.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or the characters, but I do own this story. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ *~*~*~* Chapter 13
Angelina sat out on the porch swing with her winter cloak pulled tightly to her to keep warm. She was completely embarrassed, and had never seen Fred go as red as he did while his mother was yelling. She ran her fingers through her hair and watched as snow began fall freshly. She could remember the way her mum and dad took it when she had told them.. ~*~Flashback~*~
"YOU"RE WHAT!" screamed Mr. Johnson, causing his daughter to cringe and back away, looking down at the ground in shame.
"I said I'm pregnant." She repeated. Her eyes began to fill with tears as her father began breathing hard and glared down at her, his eyes bulging. "About a month I suppose." She added, noticing her mother bury her face into her hands as she sunk down on the couch.
"Angelina, what were you thinking?" she asked. Angelina looked up at her mother, who was now looking at her, but she looked down at her hands again. "You knew something like this would happen if you had unprotected sex. and even having sex before marriage is bad enough."
"I know that. I'm not a little kid." She muttered.
"Watch your mouth Angelina Denise Johnson!" snapped Mr. Johnson. Angelina bit her lower lip, not looking at her father. He was a lot taller than Fred was, and he wasn't one to make mad.
"So, what made you do this? Are you mad at us right now?"
"I was never mad at you. It was just my choice. I love him."
"Who?" her father asked. "Who's the father?"
"I can't tell you that!" snapped Angelina, looking up at him quickly. His eyes flashed dangerously at her and he grabbed her arm. "I WON'T TELL YOU!" She already knew how her father was about Fred, and he has NEVER liked him. He referred to Fred as the little red head boy with all the siblings and an obsession with explosives. He suddenly let her go.
"It's that Weasley boy. I know it." Angelina backed up and suddenly dropped to the ground, bursting into sudden tears, unlike her parents had seen since she was three.
"DAD I LOVE HIM!" she screamed on the top of her lungs. Her mom came and got on her knees in front of her daughter, hugging her comfortingly. "And even though I know you hate him, I'm NOT killing my baby."
"Of course you're not. And I'm sure Fred wouldn't want that either." Said her mother, pushing the hair out of her daughter's face. Unlike Mr. Johnson, she got along just fine with Fred. "But of course, if Fred doesn't want this baby, we'll support you through it all." She said, and looking up at her husband. "Won't we?" she asked.
"Of course we will. And if that boy doesn't accept you and the baby, I WILL be forced to kill him." Angelina smiled and leaned her head on her mother's shoulder.
"Right." She agreed. ~*~End of flashback~*~
She sighed and looked up as Charlie came out. He leaned against the house and grinned at her brightly. There had to have been more behind the Weasley grins than playfulness and pervertedness, especially since Percy did it too. "So, you and ickle Freddikins are getting married from what I hear." He said and she nodded.
"Yeah, that's right. We are." She answered.
"Well smile. A lovely girl like you should smile. " He said, sitting next to her. "After all, Fred use to always brag about your smile to us ever since his first year."
"Did he really?" she asked and Charlie nodded.
"Yeah, and he said that you had the most beautiful eyes. Can you believe that went through the mind of an 11 year old prankster?" Charlie teased and she laughed. "There we go. Now then, we've just finished working on your room and the baby is sleep in Ron's old playpen in the living room, so lets go, eh?"
"Where's Fred?"
"Oh, he's talking to mum again." Answered Charlie. "Just wants to make sure every thing is clear with her. Now let's get out of this cold weather before we get frost bite." He held his hand out and Angelin atook it, following him into the house.
Author's Note: In this chapter, there will be a flash back on how Angelina's parents took finding out she was pregnant. It's not too long, but the beginning is a flash back.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or the characters, but I do own this story. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ *~*~*~* Chapter 13
Angelina sat out on the porch swing with her winter cloak pulled tightly to her to keep warm. She was completely embarrassed, and had never seen Fred go as red as he did while his mother was yelling. She ran her fingers through her hair and watched as snow began fall freshly. She could remember the way her mum and dad took it when she had told them.. ~*~Flashback~*~
"YOU"RE WHAT!" screamed Mr. Johnson, causing his daughter to cringe and back away, looking down at the ground in shame.
"I said I'm pregnant." She repeated. Her eyes began to fill with tears as her father began breathing hard and glared down at her, his eyes bulging. "About a month I suppose." She added, noticing her mother bury her face into her hands as she sunk down on the couch.
"Angelina, what were you thinking?" she asked. Angelina looked up at her mother, who was now looking at her, but she looked down at her hands again. "You knew something like this would happen if you had unprotected sex. and even having sex before marriage is bad enough."
"I know that. I'm not a little kid." She muttered.
"Watch your mouth Angelina Denise Johnson!" snapped Mr. Johnson. Angelina bit her lower lip, not looking at her father. He was a lot taller than Fred was, and he wasn't one to make mad.
"So, what made you do this? Are you mad at us right now?"
"I was never mad at you. It was just my choice. I love him."
"Who?" her father asked. "Who's the father?"
"I can't tell you that!" snapped Angelina, looking up at him quickly. His eyes flashed dangerously at her and he grabbed her arm. "I WON'T TELL YOU!" She already knew how her father was about Fred, and he has NEVER liked him. He referred to Fred as the little red head boy with all the siblings and an obsession with explosives. He suddenly let her go.
"It's that Weasley boy. I know it." Angelina backed up and suddenly dropped to the ground, bursting into sudden tears, unlike her parents had seen since she was three.
"DAD I LOVE HIM!" she screamed on the top of her lungs. Her mom came and got on her knees in front of her daughter, hugging her comfortingly. "And even though I know you hate him, I'm NOT killing my baby."
"Of course you're not. And I'm sure Fred wouldn't want that either." Said her mother, pushing the hair out of her daughter's face. Unlike Mr. Johnson, she got along just fine with Fred. "But of course, if Fred doesn't want this baby, we'll support you through it all." She said, and looking up at her husband. "Won't we?" she asked.
"Of course we will. And if that boy doesn't accept you and the baby, I WILL be forced to kill him." Angelina smiled and leaned her head on her mother's shoulder.
"Right." She agreed. ~*~End of flashback~*~
She sighed and looked up as Charlie came out. He leaned against the house and grinned at her brightly. There had to have been more behind the Weasley grins than playfulness and pervertedness, especially since Percy did it too. "So, you and ickle Freddikins are getting married from what I hear." He said and she nodded.
"Yeah, that's right. We are." She answered.
"Well smile. A lovely girl like you should smile. " He said, sitting next to her. "After all, Fred use to always brag about your smile to us ever since his first year."
"Did he really?" she asked and Charlie nodded.
"Yeah, and he said that you had the most beautiful eyes. Can you believe that went through the mind of an 11 year old prankster?" Charlie teased and she laughed. "There we go. Now then, we've just finished working on your room and the baby is sleep in Ron's old playpen in the living room, so lets go, eh?"
"Where's Fred?"
"Oh, he's talking to mum again." Answered Charlie. "Just wants to make sure every thing is clear with her. Now let's get out of this cold weather before we get frost bite." He held his hand out and Angelin atook it, following him into the house.
