All that was needed was a pregnancy [ENG]

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Herre min skapare!!! Wow, vilken respons! GUD vad glad jag blir! Ni har verkligen gjort min dag, ni är bäst! Vekrligen ett MEGA stort TACK till er alla! Jag hoppas verkligen att jag kan leva upp till era förväntningar med fortsatta kapitel! Shit...

Hursomhelst! Jag jobbar på nästa kapitel nu, ska bara finjusteras lite, ska försöka lägga ut det senast i morgon, men med tanke på att det är julafton och allt, så kan det dröja någon dag extra om jag fastnar... Ska verkligen försöka uppdatera så fort jag kan dock! PUSS OCH GOD JUL PÅ ER! Hoppas ni får en helt underbar och übermysig dag imorgon!!♥

Åååååååh tack!! Sitter och håller tummarna, men stressa inte ♥ jag tror jag aldrig har känt läslust på det här sättet för nån annan ff än den här... ♥
GOD JUL

Gud vad kul, HarryPotterr! TACK! Det betyder något otroligt mycket Här kommer nästa kapitel! Bara för er! ♥

8. Cinderella's Evil Stepmother

Lily felt dirty sneaking out of his dormitory. What had gotten into her? Well, Sirius Black for one. If she'd felt ashamed before, it was nothing compared to how she felt right now. Wasn't it enough being seventeen years and pregnant?

The irony in it all, was that she'd worried people would call her a slut when they found out about her being pregnant. Imagine what people would call her if they found out she'd shagged the father's best friend too!

“Fuck.” Lily stood at the end of the spiral staircase, banging her head against the cold, stone wall with each expletive. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.”

She was interrupted by someone demonstratively clearing its throat. With a sigh she moved aside so that the person could pass, but he didn't.

“What was it you were going to tell me before?” James asked.

Slowly Lily raised her head to his. He had a red mark on his cheek and there was hurt and confusion in his eyes. Now that the rage had faded, somewhat, all that was left was emptiness. She could as well tell him now.

“I'm pregnant”, she said bluntly.

James blinked and his brows came together as he slowly realized what she'd said.

“Sorry to disappoint you, I know you'd prefer Kia--”, she added bitterly.

“You're what?” James said, ignoring what she'd just said with a look of disbelief on his face.

“Pregnant, do I have to spell it out for you?” Lily said irritably.

“And I'm the father? You're sure?” he asked, his face turning paler by the second.

“Yes I'm sure! You're the only one I've been with”, Lily lied.

James opened his mouth as if to say something, but closed it again. Then he just turned around and walked back out of the portrait hole.

Lily stared at where he'd disappeared, as if expecting the portrait to open again and him to run back inside telling her how exited he was that they were having a baby. That he'd come to his senses and realized that he really loved Lily, and not Kia. Then he would go down on his knees and ask her to marry him and she'd tell him ‘Yes’ of course she'd marry him and she'd throw herself around his neck and he'd spin her around...

It never happened.

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Lily walked up the path to the big house. She had her hands stuffed into her pockets and her scarf wrapped tightly around her neck, her breath forming clouds in the cold air.

She looked up at the two storied building. It was a beautiful villa with a big porch and a big garden. It was the home of Mr and Mrs Potter, and currently the home of her three year old son, Harry.

Lily had long dreaded to come and visit. The last thing she needed was a reminder of how perfect her life could have been. If she'd been Mrs Potter instead of Kia, that is.

After many ifs and buts Lily finally pressed the doorbell. She heard a dog bark from inside and the sound of movement.

“Coming!” an all too familiar, all too perfect voice called.

Lily panicked and spun around on the spot in an attempt to flee, but too late. The door was opened and Kia, as beautiful as always, stood on the threshold with a small dog in her arms. A chiuaua, Lily reckoned. It barked at the sight of her, struggling to get free.

“Mrs Black!” Kia exclaimed with a shocked expression on her face, as she fearfully glanced over her shoulder. “I-- we didn't think you would show up...”

“Where is he?” Lily asked bluntly. “I want to see him, where is he?”

“Mommy?”

A smile broke across Lily's face at the sound of her son's voice. Little Harry appeared behind Kia, but he wasn't addressing Lily; he was looking up at Kia.

“Mommy, who's that?” he asked and nodded his little head towards Lily.

“I'm your mother, stupid”, she said, laughing it off as if it was a joke. Just a three year old playing a prank on his mother...

Little Harry looked scared as he hid behind Kia's leg. “Kia is my mommy”, he said.

Lily swallowed hard as her eyes darted from Kia to Harry, then to Kia again. Harry looked as scared and confused as ever and Kia just gave her an apologetic look. Lily felt hatred towards the woman that her son had just referred to as his mother.

“No, I'm your mommy, sweetie. Don't you remember me?” Lily said desperately, a strained smile on her face as she crouched in front of her son. She was really just trying not to cry as she stared into the eyes of her little boy. The one she'd carried for nine months, not Kia.

Harry shook his head. “Daddy says Kia is my mom.”

Lily stood up so suddenly the little dog started barking again. “Your daddy is an asshole and a liar! You are my son!” Lily grabbed little Harry's arm and started dragging him down the porch.

“Lily! What are you doing!” Kia exclaimed.

Harry started crying as he struggled against Lily's hold. “Mommy!” he screamed for all that his little lungs were worth.

Lily jolted awake with a gasp and sat upright in her bed. Her gaze was automatically drawn to Kia's poster bed for some reason. She couldn't remember what she'd dreamt, but it clearly had been a nightmare because she could still taste saltiness on her lips and her hands were all clammy.

Whatever she'd been dreaming, she probably didn't want to relive it, so she didn't bother to try to remember it. Instead her eyes dropped to her nightstand. The figures on her alarm clock shone bright red; 05:59.

With a pang Lily realized it was the day of the Christmas ball. How could she have forgotten? It wasn't like any of her friends had let her.

Lily fell back on her bed with a sigh. What if she slept through the whole thing and then she could act like it never happened? Maybe, if she was lucky, she'd pull it off...

She decided it was worth a try and turned to her stomach in an attempt to fall asleep again. Tough soon realized it was like a frog without legs - hopeless. She would never get back to sleep. She simply couldn't get her mind to shut the fuck up.

Lily let out a frustrated groan and rolled over on her back trying to find a position comfortable enough to fall asleep in. Lying flat on her back obviously didn't work, so she shifted onto her side with the pillow clutched to her chest.

She wasn't surprised when that didn't work either. Finally she tried her usual trick of curling into a ball, but even that failed. And she was so tired!

Growing irritated, Lily punched her pillow to relieve some of her frustration towards the current unfairness of life in general.

OMGosh! Trodde drömmen var sann! Fick nästan hjärtattack!
Awesome kapitel, blev väldigt sur över James reaktion. Så MER MER och MER

De trodde jag också, jag nästan dog :o
Jag börja läsa denna för en stund sen och de är nog den bästa jag har läst! Den är hela sjukt bra!
God jul alla :3

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ååh, du är så duktig! jag farade nästan att drömmen var sann så synd om Lily och James borde bry sig mer jag blir så arg på alla killar när de uppför sig som svin!
I alla fall, älskar det!
God jul!