1More Than Quidditch 2
Alrighty, here's Chapter 3! I hope you like it!
Disclaimer: I own Katrina and her family.
Chapter 3: It can't be...
Even though I had been staying with the Weasley's,my parents said that they would still come to see my off to the castle. I knew that really, they had to come to drop off my little brother, who was now in his second year. What I hadn't expected was my mother in tears and my father suffocating me in a huge bear hug. The told me how proud they were of me, how grown up I had become. I looked over to Mrs. Weasley and saw her lip quiver a little.
I didn't quite understand what was so emotional about me going into my last year at Hogwarts. They were acting as if I was about to die or something. I felt so ashamed at that moment. They were so caring, so loving. And what was I? I was a pregnant teen who was hiding it from everybody and whose boyfriend left her and whose life was pretty much over.
I wondered what that moment, at the train station, would be like if they did know. I doubt that I would be getting hugs and kisses. There would probably be tears, but definitely not for the same reasons. And I could just imagine, I would go to hug my father, and he'd just stand there as stiff as a board. So much for them being proud of me. I couldn't take that. I felt horrible even when my parents were a little mad at me. They would practically disown me for this. I couldn't tell them. Not yet.
On the train, my little brother left to find his friends, and I sat myself in a compartment with Ginny and Harry. Ron and Hermione went off to attend the Prefect's meeting. Later on, we were joined by Luna Lovegood. I dozed off after a while and I was awoken when the Hogwarts Express came to a halt.
I sat at Gryffindor table with the rest of my house during the sorting. There were quite a few new Slytherins this year, and as each was sorted, I wondered why there were so many evil children in the world. I knew that the baby in my stomach was NOT going to be a Slytherin. I would NOT tolerate that.
After all the sorting was done with, Dumbledore stood to make his speech. I spaced out on the first half of it, for it was basically what I heard every year. I tuned back to Dumbledore when I heard him say, "We have a new member of faculty here this year. As you may know, Madame Hooch has gone into retirement. We have found a young man that I believe to be perfect for this position. A fine Quidditch Player and former Gryffindor Captain. Please welcome..."
I felt my heart beat furiously. I held my breathe. The hairs on the neck of my neck stood on an edge. My only thoughts were, 'please don't let it be him. It can't be--'
"...Professor Oliver Wood."
On cue, he walked in the Great Hall and up to the professor's table.
Right then I was sure that I had died.
How could it be?
How could he be here?
How could he take this job after what he did to me?
There was no way in HELL that he could be teaching here. NO WAY!
How am I supposed to be taught by the bastard that broke my heart and impregnated me?!
I was furious.
I saw that Hermione and Ginny were looking at me sympathetically. I could tell that they felt truly sorry for me.
Ron and Harry were smiling at the return of the beloved Gryffindor Quidditch Captain until they saw the look on my face. They quickly gave me apologetic looks.
How DARE he come back here when I was just beginning to forget him?
Who was I kidding?
How could I ever forget him?
There was a baby in my stomach that reminded me of him every second of everyday.
I looked up at him. He was standing up there with pride and joy.
I was disgusted. That bloody scum bag!
Even through my blurred vision, I could see that other classmates were now staring at me.
I couldn't take it.
I got up and left the Great Hall just as Dumbledore said, "Let the feast begin."
Before I walked through the doors, I turned one last time.
Oliver Wood was watching me, his brows scrunched in concern.