Chapter 2: My Story

A/N– Sorry this chapter took way long to update. I have had lots to do. Which stinks. ...Well...

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This is going to be the worst year ever. The Marauders have been following me everywhere I go. Once we were off the train, they followed me into the carriages and sat with me the whole time. It was pretty annoying the way they kept trying to get my attention by making weird noises and almost trying to kill each other with chocolate.

Then, when we got off the carriages, they walked with me the whole time into the Great Hall trying to make conversation with me. I tried to act as if they were not there but the constant bickering made me have to pay attention.

Now, the worst thing that can ever happen to me, has happened. Okay, maybe not the worst, but very close to it. I am in the Great Hall, sitting at my usual spot at the Gryffindor table. There is only one difference though. The Marauders – mostly Sirius and James – have insisted on sitting with me.

I hate being pregnant. Somehow, even with only being three months pregnant, every single person notices me. I can see everyone – well, mostly everyone – from each table staring at me. I absolutely despise it. Why can't I be left alone, just like I was all of these other years? Why did they have to notice me now?

"Are you going to eat anything?" Sirius asked, interrupting my thoughts. I looked up at him and then at the mounds and mounds of delicious food on the table.

"No." I stated. Actually, I was terribly hungry. I guess that's what happens when you have someone living inside you. But with all of this attention I was getting, I didn't want to be fatter than I already looked.

"You have to eat. You're pregnant!" James insisted while Sirius started putting heaps and heaps of different kinds of food on my plate. That's when I snapped.

"I know I'm pregnant, thank you very much," I said getting up, and starting to get really pissed off, "If you haven't noticed already!" I picked up two apples and stormed off, leaving a scared and confused James and Sirius behind.

I really did not feel like going to the common room at the moment. It was just all too much for me. I needed to go some place where absolutely no one interrupted my thoughts. That's when it hit me. The Room of Requirement. Of course! No one would be able to find me there.

I turned around and started heading up the stairs to my room of seclusion. I bit my apple trying to let my anger out on it. It wasn't working too well.

When I finally reached the seventh floor, I walked until I found that familiar blank wall. I checked all around me to make sure no one was watching.

When I was absolutely sure no one was around, I started walking back and forth in front of the blank wall thinking, 'I need to find a place no one will be able to find me."

After my third time walking in front of the wall, a tan-ish door appeared. I reached out for the shiny, gold knob and opened the door. Around me, there was a huge bookshelf filled to the top with books, a table with a chair, and a bed. I then closed the door and walked to the bookshelf, picking out a fat book.

With in minutes, I was absorbed with this interesting book about werewolves. And with in a few hours, I was fast asleep on the bed, book in hand, and apples now laying on the ground.

At around two in the morning, I woke up realizing I wasn't in my dormitory. With a few curse words, and a few seconds to tidy up, I was on my way to the Gryffindor tower. Once I got to the Fat Lady's portrait, I remembered that I never found out the password.

"Shit," I whispered falling to the ground.

"Need help?" asked a familiar voice. I looked around to see if I could find the source of the voice, but it was no where to be found. At first, I thought I was hearing voices and going crazy, but then I heard it again.

"Oh! Sorry. Forgot to take the cloak off." Then, appearing out of no where, was one of the people I least wanted to see right now, James Potter. He walked around to my right side and sat down next to me. He started staring into the side of my head until I could not take it anymore.

"What do you want, Potter?" I snapped at him, making him jump a little. Once he regained his posture, he looked at me again.

"I wanted to say I'm sorry," James said, sincerely. Then he added, "And you look like your in need of a little help."

I looked back at him and then at the floor. I really did not feel like responding to that. Or to anything he says actually. Why can't he just leave me alone like he used to?

"If you don't mind me asking," he said, a little hesitantly, "Can you tell me how you got pregnant? You don't have to tell me if you don't want to. I will understand."

I hesitated for a moment, thinking of all the damage that could happen from me telling James. I finally came to a conclusion that not much could be done, so I decided it would just be right to tell him.

"Could I trust you?" I asked, thinking I know what the answer would be.

He caught my eye and stared deeply into it. I looked away blushing and that's when he said, "Madison, I may be big headed – or so some people say – but I would never tell a secret that you are devoted on keeping.

I looked into his eyes, finding that he really meant what he said. I looked back down at my hands, and the back to James. I decided I should start with the very beginning.

"Right after school ended last year, my father took me to a new place. A new home. Everything was beginning to get more different everyday. The house was different, the neighborhood was different, but especially the people were different. We had a neighbor, about my age, named Patrick. We met when I first moved in and he seemed okay. Until one night when he asked me if I wanted to go for a walk in the park. I accepted and we started off. Once we got to the park, he had something different in mind. He started kissing me but I didn't want that. I told him several time actually, to stop. But he just wouldn't. One thing led to another and here I am, three months later, pregnant. I really do hate him."

There I stopped. I was waiting for a gasp or a shocked expression. But there wasn't any. He looked sort of sad and maybe a hint of mad. I was defiantly surprised.

"I can't believe someone would do that to such an undeserving person," he whispered a bit sadly, " I am really sorry. I promise, this will stay between you and me, unless you want anyone else to know."

I knew who he was talking about. Yes, Sirius did have a right to know. I actually sort of wanted him to know. I looked back at James and nodded.

"Yes. I guess you can tell him," I stood up and turned back to James and offered him a hand, "We should get inside. It's almost 3."

He nodded and took my hand. James told me the password, snookle, and we went inside. We were silent for a little while, but then he decided to start up a conversation.

"Sirius feels really sorry too," he stated. I gave him a weird expression, then he added, "He hates it when bad things happen to good people."

I went silent then whispered, "You guys didn't even know I existed before this year."

James went silent too and bowed his head. I knew he was ashamed but that was his own fault.

"We should go to sleep," I stated, starting to walk to the girls staircase, "It is really late."

"Yeah," James said looking a little distant, "I am getting tired. Good night!"

"Good night," I replied walking up the stairs. At that moment, a connection started with me and the Marauders. A connection I could not understand yet.