Welcome, to my story. My summary was terrible, but whatever. This story is a Next Generation story, and is based around James Sirius Potter and my OC. This story will contain Rose/Scorpius, Teddy/Victoire, and possibly other Next Gen. characters with whoever.

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Rated T for possible swearing

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Chapter 1: I Do Not Have a Girlfriend

James's P.O.V.

Love. Who the hell invented love? I thought as my mind raced with mixed emotions. Whoever did invent love must've loved seeing people get all flustered, and confused. Because that's exactly how I was feeling. I didn't even know if I was in love. I was only sixteen, and my heart didn't exactly scream, "Hey idiot you're in love." Which what I always imagined my heart doing when I fell in love. I let out a heavy sigh as I fell face down onto my bed. When I pulled my head up for air, I decided it was time to talk. No matter how much I didn't want to talk about it, I had to talk about love. And who knew more about love than my dad? Well, mom maybe, but I felt more comfortable talking with dad on the subject.

I paced down the hallway to his office. "Hey dad," I said standing in the doorway of his office. He didn't answer me, so I repeated, "Hey dad," except I was louder about it. That time I got his attention, he motion for me to come and sit down, then gave me a look that told me to ask whatever it was I was going to ask. I sighed, "Dad, when did you know that you loved mom?" I knew that I was about to have a conversation with my dad that could easily be used against me in a later conversation.

He looked taken aback by my question, "When did I know?" He looked off to a picture from his and mom's wedding before answering. "I think I knew for sure that I loved her, when I was about your age. Yes, I'd say I was about sixteen when I was positive that I loved her. Why do you ask James?" I didn't make eye contact with him, purely because I didn't want to tell him my reasoning. "Is there a girl?" He asked with an annoying smirk on his face.

"Dad, I'm sixteen, of course there's a girl," I said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Which it kind of was what sixteen year old boy doesn't have a girl on their mind? Well besides the sixteen year old boys who had boys on their minds. "But I don't know how to know if I love her or not."

Dad smiled, "James, you'll know when and if you love her." He smiled before asking, "So do I know this girl?" He leaned in and rested his arms comfortably on his desk. "You know you can tell me." I knew I could tell him, but I wasn't going to. I wasn't ready to tell anybody who it was, and it wasn't anyone's business but my own.

I looked towards the door to the hallway, "I think moms calling me. I better go see what she needs." Terrible excuse, I know. But I wasn't about to waste a well thought out excuse on something that didn't need one. I knew he knew that mom hadn't really called me by the way he smiled as I was leaving his office.

I walked down the hallway passed the door with a piece of paper with 'Lily's Room' written on it in a four-year-old's hand writing, passed the door that had broken doorknob from the time my little brother locked himself out of his room and was too embarrassed to ask anyone for help, and stopped at the door that wasn't blue like every other door in the hallway because mom and dad had to by a new one after and my cousin, Fred, and I accidentally blew it off when I was thirteen, this door was my door. First thing I did when I got into my room? Take off my shirt. I don't know why, but I really enjoyed being shirtless.

I sat on my bed just thinking about this, that, and well her for a few minutes. "Dad fell in love with his best friend's little sister. And he obviously turned out alright," I said to myself, "so why am I freaking out?" My thoughts were put on a halt when I heard a whimper at my door, and then some scratching. Too lazy to actually get up, I kind of fell off my bed before standing to get the door.

"Hey Pads," I said to our dog as I pet his dark black coat. He had few patches of white, on his ear, back, and underbelly, but for the most part he was black. He was about two or three years old at the time, but still acted the way he did when he was a puppy. He whimpered again, and I looked at the clock. It was time for his walk. I don't know how he knew to come to my door at the same time every day, sometimes it seemed like he knew that we were named after the same person. He even liked me more than he liked anyone else. "Ready for your walk?"

I made my way downstairs and into the living room to grab his leash, Padfoot following me the whole way, when I heard the sound of girls giggling. I turned my head to see a very unpleased Lily, and her smiling friends staring at me. I had forgotten she had friends over, I was supposed to keep my shirt on when she had friends over. "Lils, don't give me that look, it's not my fault you don't ever hang out in your room. Tell mom I'm taking Padfoot for his walk."

She rolled her eyes, "Tell her yourself, I'm not your messenger."

"Whatever," I muttered before walking towards the kitchen. I popped my head around the corner to see my mom getting dinner ready, and my brother sitting at the counter writing some kind of list, or letter, or something. "Hey mom, I'm going to take Padfoot for his walk, alright?"

Before mom could even speak Al's head perked up and he asked, "Can I go?" Obviously whatever he was writing didn't mean that much to him.

I shrugged, "I don't mind, mom can Al come?"

She pushed away some of her hair from her face and nodded, "Don't be out too late. Dinner will be done soon." As I turned to leave she added, "And James, please put a shirt on before dinner."

I smiled, "Of course mom." I slipped on a pair of sneakers before attaching Padfoot's leash to his collar. "Hey Albie, you coming?"

"Yeah!" He called back to me from the kitchen, and then a few moments later he was by the front door, ready to go.

Padfoot's walks usually took about ten to twenty minutes, and were usually just me taking him around the block once or twice, and him sniffing every other mailbox along the way. "So what made you want to come with me? You almost never want to come," I asked as Pads smelt mailbox number one.

"I was writing an apology letter to Mr. Randolph. Even though I had done nothing wrong," Al complained. "But you know him, he's completely mental, and I feel bad for the old guy, so I agreed to write an apology letter, but I have no idea how to write an apology letter when I did nothing wrong. If I had actually done something wrong, I'd be fine with it. So I was happy to get out of writing it, or at least delay it."

I nodded. Mr. Randolph really was a pain in the neck. If you looked at his house the wrong way he'd complain about it which is why I learned to cross the street while passing his house just so I knew I couldn't get into any trouble. I placed my free hand on Albus's shoulder, "Come on little brother. We've lived near that old nutter for how long? I'm pretty sure mom and dad moved into that house before either of us were born, so you should really know better by now. When passing his house you cross the street, don't look at his house, stay on the side of the sidewalk farthest from his house, just keep looking forward until his house is at least fifteen feet behind you. And if he's out on his porch, cut through the Lydales's backyard, they don't mind. Haven't I told you this before?"

"Well yeah, and I do all that. Which why I really have no clue what I'm apologizing for. You know what, maybe he knows we avoid his house, and that's what he was complaining about. Maybe I should just apologize for trying to not piss the old man off. Do you think that would work?"

I laughed, "No, but I think you should try it, and see." I paused for a minute, while Padfoot went pee, "I wouldn't worry about it. We'll be at Hogwarts in a few weeks anyways. There's no Mr. Randolph at Hogwarts."

"Yeah, but there is Professor Velum, who we both know can be just as bad," Al joked, "maybe even worse at times. Mr. Randolph is terrible, but he can't give us detention."

"True, true." We continued talking about random things for the rest of the walk around the block. We drifted from topic to topic, from weird things like which Hogwarts professor we'd sleep with if our life depended on it, to normal things like Quidditch who's going to make the team and such, to family things like our cousin, Victoire's, wedding, to more weird things like why I don't like wearing shirts, and so much more. It was strange how much we could fit into a conversation that was only about fifteen minutes. But I was happy that the topic of girls never came up.

"We're home," Albus called as we walked through our front door.

I left him, to hang Padfoot's leash on its hook in the living room, then went upstairs to go put on a shirt. Once I was fully clothed I joined the rest of my family plus Lily's two friends, in the dining room where dinner was being served.

When our typical 'How was your day? What did you do?' crap conversation died out, dad kind of blurted out, "So I learned that James has a girlfriend today." Fuck. I thought silently, mom was going to want details; Albus was going to be hurt I didn't tell him, Lily would just bother the hell out of me, and dad was just going to sit there and smile.

All eyes were on me. "I do not have a girlfriend," I protested. "I have a friend who is a female, who is nice, and funny, and cute, but I do not have a girlfriend."

"Sounds like you got a girlfriend," mom smiled, "what's this nice, funny, cute girl's name?"

Al looked at me with a hurt expression that may have been fake, he was really good at confusing me with his expressions, "How did you not tell me about her? I'm your brother, wow, I'm feeling quite insulted now."

"Yeah, Jamie what's her name? Actually doesn't matter, whoever it is I feel bad for her," Lily added.

Dad shot me a glance, and I knew that mentally he was saying to me, 'If you had just told me her name none of this would've happened.'

I sighed heavily, "Mom, she doesn't have a name. Al, if I did have a girlfriend you would be the first one to know about it, and don't go trying to play the guilt card it's gotten old. And Lily, I can't wait until you get your first boyfriend." I looked down at the food on my plate then looked back at my family, "And if you don't mind I'd rather eat the rest of my dinner in peace. So please, let's get off the subject."

With her eyes mom told me that, that wasn't going to be the end of that discussion, but she'd leave it alone for a little while. "Tomorrow we're going to Uncle Ron's and Aunt Hermione's," she said, possibly trying to help me out.

Albus gave me the same look that mom did before saying, "Mom you've been telling us this for a week, I think we understand. Plus we do this every year. The Friday a month before term starts everyone goes to one of our family member's house. It's nothing we're not used to."

Soon after that everyone was finished with dinner, and it was time to clean up. Unfortunately, for me, it was my turn to help mom with the dishes. And I had a good guess about what she was going to talk to me about. I didn't understand why she didn't just magically clean them, when I was younger and I would ask her she would tell me that it was a time killer, and I taught Albus, Lily, and I that life doesn't revolve around magic. But I still thought it'd make more sense to just clean them magically.

"So tell me about this girl," she said demandingly as she handed me a plate to dry off.

"I'm not dating her." I had to get that out there. I didn't want anyone thinking that I had a girlfriend.

She nodded, "Understood, but you're obviously interested in her, am I wrong."

"No, you're not wrong mom. But I don't know exactly what you want me to tell you."

"I see you're not going to tell me her name, so tell me about her. Her likes, dislikes, family, personality, just tell me about her."

"I can't," I replied awkwardly.

"And why not?"

I stared into the cup I was drying as I replied, "Because, you'd be able to tell who it is."

I could feel her gaze on me, but I refused to meet her eyes, "So I know her then?"

She's only been to our house about a million times, I thought to myself. "Yeah."

"You can go now," she said even though there were still loads of dishes to do. I guess she really only wanted information out of me.

I tossed the rag on the counter and turned to leave. "Hey mom," I said when I reached the doorway from the kitchen to the dining area.

"Hmm?"

"Why is everyone making a big deal out of this? I've had girlfriends before."

"James, every girlfriend you've had, well you're relationship never lasted more than what? Two, maybe three months? And when you did have a girlfriend you always told the family about her. Clearly, there's something different about this girl."

I nodded before leaving to go upstairs.

I lightly tapped on Al's door after debating whether I should talk to him or not. Obviously, I decided that I should talk to him. "Come in," he called. I had trouble getting his doorknob to work because of the whole it being broken thing, but eventually I got it. "Oh it's you."

"You seriously mad?" I asked after taking a few steps into his room. I did my best to avoid stepping on all the crap he had on his floor. I was not one to keep things perfectly tidy, but even I was not as messy as Al. "It's not like I went out and slept with some girl, and didn't tell you about it. I simply might possibly have feelings for a girl."

"And you didn't tell me," he finished for me.

I leaned up against his wardrobe, "Al, I've never liked a girl before. Well, not like this anyway. I've had plenty of girlfriends, but I've never actually had real feelings for a girl before. I didn't know how to react; it was a new feeling for me."

He sighed, "I guess I can forgive you, but I'd feel even better if you told me her name."

I shook my head, "I can't."

"Why not?"

"Because You know her to well." Because you briefly dated her, I answered in my head.

"So? Maybe I can help you out."

He had a point. But I still didn't want to tell him, "I'll sleep on it."

"Alright."

We didn't talk for long after that. It wasn't that it was late, but more that I wanted to think. So I left him, and went to my room.

I lied in my bed with Pads at my feet, and thought. If I told Al he might feel weird, or he might be happy about it. He might help me out, he might freak out. I really wasn't sure. I chose to worry about it in the morning. I'd just make a last minute decision like I did with most things. But would Al really care if the girl I had been obsessing over was one of his best friends? Would care Al that this particular girl just happened to be his ex-girlfriend?

"They barely dated," I said, trying to comfort myself, "and they're still friends."

Bailey Summers, why did you have to make me feel so conflicted?

Well this concludes chapter one. Your thoughts would be greatly appreciated. Next Chapter is going to be at Ron and Hermione's house. You'll also, be seeing what's going on in Bailey's mind because it's going to be in her point-of-view.

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