“You should probably go get a shower. You have to face everyone eventually,” whispered Sirius.

“I just want to say here,” I replied.

“You know I would love for you to, but you know you can’t.”

“I know.”

“Oh tryouts for what?” she questioned.

“Quidditch.” I answered.

“Quidditch! Oh I love Quidditch. I will so be there,” she cried and clapped her hands together.

Good Lord. Please tell me she is kidding.

“Hey Regulus,” I whispered so only he would hear me.

“Yeah?” he said.

“You want to make your brother mad?”

“yeah!”

“Hey, you!” he called out.

I turned and smiled at him. “Me?”

“Yeah, come give daddy some love!” he called out. He was definitely not from England because he had an American Mafia accent. “What’s your name sugar?”

“Yeah. You want me to come do some homework with you?” I asked, wanting to spend time with him.

“No, no. You go enjoy Hogsmeade. We both know you really wanted to get out of the castle. I’ll be fine, don’t worry.”

“I know, to catch him cheating right after she finds out…”

“I cant believe she’s actually going to have a baby.”

“Even worse, it’s his baby.”

“Don’t act like you don’t know,” he said coldly.

“But I don’t.”

James whispered to Ivy, “run!”

As she tried to sprint away Voldemort just evilly laughed and shot a green blot of light at her. She instantly toppled over on the ground, dead.

“NO! YOU BASTARD!” cried James lunging himself at the murderer.

“Don’t you ever call me insane! Don’t you ever. I know what I’m doing. I’m going to save the world and everyone will thank me! I am going to be a hero!”

“What are you talking about?!”