A/N: This is just something I thought of the other day in history class. I'm pretty sure I'm going to finish it, but Inconceivable is my main priority. You can read this if you haven't read Inconceivable, but it's like an alternate ending kind of thing for it. I hope you like it.

I was walking down a dimly lit street in London. It was around midnight and I had just left my friend Katherine's house. She and her husband Louis were celebrating their daughters Ophelia's second birthday. It was a small gathering, just a few friends we roomed with in school and some of their family. It was nice, little Ophelia is very adorable.

I was lost in thought and I ran into someone. Who would be out this late on a Monday? I look up into the face of someone I thought I would never see again.

James Potter.

"James," I choke out. I hadn't seen him since he broke it off with me and ran away three years ago.

"Serena?" he asks startled.

"I thought I would never see you again," I whisper before I realise that my best friend, then boyfriend totally ditched all of his friends and family.

"You wanker!" I yell hitting every inch of him I can reach. "You left us, your family and friends for three years! Not even a letter! We thought you died!" I cry. I stomp my foot and start running back towards Katherine's, tears streaming down my face.

Before I make it very far James catches my arm. "I know," he whispers turning me around. "We should talk," he sighs running a hand through his hair.

"Now you want to talk?" I scoff. "It's a little late don't you think? Just got tell your parents your back," I say ripping my arm away. "They were absolutely devastated when you left." I start walking away again. "Oh! And the Prophet had a field day! Precious James Potter, eldest son of The Boy Who Lives runs away!" I yell over my shoulder.

"Serena! Come on! Please talk to me you aren't being fair!" he calls.

"I'm not being fair!" I screech. Whipping around to face him. "Who was the one who dumped me and left without telling me or anyone why? Tell me Potter," I spit out, walking towards him menacingly. "How I'm the unfair one. You hurt a lot of people," I say slowly. "It was a really jerk move. Your siblings were crushed. You know how much they look up to you. And Freddie and Louis were even worse. Did you know Katherine and Louis got married?" His eyes widen. "Do you know why I'm out in London? I was celebrating Ophelia's second birthday. She's their daughter. Albus and Rose graduated. Rose and Scorpius are dating. As is Lysander and Lily. And Fred and Mandi. Lily, Hugo, Roxanne, Lucy, none of them are in school anymore, they graduated. Vic and Teddy have a daughter, Dora and her twin brother Remus. You missed so. Much," I say tears coming back. "And they all wanted you there for that. And you missed it." I whisper the last part.

I apparate to Louis and Katherine's before he can reply.

"Serena?" asks Kat, coming down the stairs. "What-"

I launch myself into her arms and start bawling.

"Shh...It's going to be okay...," she whispers, pulling me over to the couch. "What happened?"

"Who is it love?" asks Louis, walking down the stairs. He sees me crying and runs over. "Oh Serena...what happened?" he asks, rubbing my back soothingly.

"James...here...not dead," I gasp between sobs.

"What?" asks Louis.

I calm my sobs down enough to tell them what happened. When I'm done tears are streaming steadily down Katherine's face and Louis's eyes are glistening with tears.

"We need to tell Fred and Mandi," whispers Louis.

"We should see if James is still wandering around also," I murmur.

Louis nods before apparating away.

A few minutes later Fred and Mandi appear. "What's going on?"

We fill them in and soon we are all tearful.

We had just finished and Kat was bringing tea when Louis apparates in his hand on James' upper arm. Kat drops the tray and we all gasp.

Ophelia yells: "Mommy? Are you okay?" Louis runs up the stairs to her room.

Fred walks up to James and punches him in the face.

"Freddie no!" cries Mandi.

"He deserved it," says Fred walking over to the couch across from the one I'm sitting on.

"I suppose I did," murmurs James, holding his hands to his bloody nose.

I sigh and go into the kitchen. I come back with a couple towels. I took the wet one and wipe the blood off of his face then I hand him the dry one to hold to his nose.

"Come on." I walk him into the kitchen.

I toss Fred the wet one so he can wipe the blood off of his hand and the floor.

I drag James over to the sink. "Let me hold the towel so you can wash the blood off of your hands," I say quietly. He gives me the towel and starts washing his hands.

"It seems like I'm always cleaning blood off of you," I chuckle quietly.

He smiles slightly grabbing a paper towel to dry his hands on. "Are you still mad at me?" he asks taking the towel from me and holding it to his nose.

I stare at the counter. "I'm always mad at you," I say quietly.

He chuckles. "That's true."

I wrap my arms around him silently. "I'm just glad your back." He wraps his free arm around my waist. "You are staying...right?" I ask pulling back slightly to look at him.

"Yeah," he smiles. "Yeah I am.

"Good." I pull away and we walk back in the living room. Louis is back and the tea is all cleaned up.

I sit down next to Fred and James sits on the chair.

"So...why did you leave?" asks Louis.

"Well..."

"So...you left because you could," says Katherine.

"No. Weren't you listening?" asks James.

"Yes. That's what I got."

He sighs and runs a hand through his hair. "One, I wasn't good enough for Serena. Two, I got the urge to leave. Three, the press was killing me."

I lean against Fred's shoulder and sigh quietly. The reminder of the press bought back some back memories.

The press enjoyed making fun of me and James. I know that probably doesn't sound that bad, but it was.

"Okay. You left because you could. Seriously, you got the 'urge'?" she makes quotation marks with her hands. "You weren't the only one dealing with the press. It was about Serena too!"

Everyone glances at me and I keep staring at the ground.

"Okay, so those reasons are a lie," he says. "Well two of them..." he murmurs.

"I'm going home," I say after a few moments silence. "You should tell the rest of your family you're home," I say quietly to James. I apparate to my flat. I kick off my shoes, throw my coat on the couch and go straight to bed.