I jolted awake.

The first night of the school year was usually the best. Everyone got to see the people who truly meant something to them, and everyone slept soundly now they were back at their home. But for some reason I had woken up dripping with sweat and sick with worry. It was then when I realized i was in a hospital bed that I wasn't in my dorm.

I sat up, startled and plainly anxious as to where I was. I decided that staying calm was the best option in my situation, so I opened my eyes fully and looked around. It was light outside and I could see the sun pouring in to the room. It was the hospital wing - that I already knew - I just wondered where everyone who was meant to be catering my every need was.

The bed opposite me was empty but someone had clearly been in it previously, the covers were all over the place and the pillow had a dip in the fabric where someone's head had been. And where was ol' Pomfrey? I noticed that in the cabinet next to my bed was the gas lamp, lit. At that moment, as I moved my head, a searing pain echoed around my head, causing me to fall back down on my back. I gasped with the pain that didn't seem to ease, and opened my eyes which had snapped shut with agony. I heard footsteps but my vision was blurred.

So my first day at Hogwarts being head girl resulted into me practically dying and nobody in the school coming to my aid. Typical. I bet nobody even had a clue who the new head girl was.

Lily who?

What ginger kid?

I bet they were all clueless as to who Lily the ginger even was. And because of me being here, I couldn't even have my five minutes of fame. Wait, why was I here?

"I trust you've slept well?" I jumped and sat up immediately. The familiar voice tore the previous silence apart.

"I… err… yeah." My head was already pounding with just a quiet conversation. What would it be like when I get to the great hall?

"I bet you're just wondering why you're here, Miss Evans." She asked me.

"Well yes, that has crossed my mind."

She looked sterner than she did before. My heart beat a little quicker when it dawned on me whatever the reason I was in here, it might be serious.

"Well. It seems as though somebody decided it would be of the upmost hilarity to hit you with a Diminuendo charm, to which you didn't exactly take lightly. You fell unconscious and hit your head on the way here." She leaned over and dabbed a small amount of blue coloured liquid on my forehead where I had supposedly fallen. I flinched as she did so. Of course someone would hit me with a charm.

Bloody hilarious to hit the 'know it all with a charm', I bet they thought. This Bruisewort balm stunk.

"So, what have I missed." I asked Pomfrey.

Apparently I've missed Dumbledore's speech and the sorting hat's best song since I was a first year. How wonderful. If I find out who the person on the end of that wand was I will Avada Kedavra them into oblivion. Don't mess with the Head Girl. That would get my name known. Although I might end up in Azkaban. Not my best idea, thinking about it. I should stick to potions in future. Me and the head boy could teach the first years. That would be nice.

Wait.

Who was head boy?

Jesus, how has this not occurred to me before now? The person I'm going to be spending more time than ever with, I hadn't a clue who it was and everyone else knew.

"Madam Pomfrey, who's the Head Boy?!"

she gritted her teeth. My heart sunk.

"Well I don't want an overreaction because I know what you think of him." Shit. I nodded and twiddled my thumbs, staring into my lap.

"James Potter.