AN: just a little drabble written for the Hogwarts Online prompt of the day, which was "She was mine to look after before she was yours." I'm not sure what I think of my interpretation. I might write another one to explain.
9/6/10: So after a lot of deliberation I have decided not to add anything to this story. It's a reflection of how I was feeling at the time I wrote it so I am going to leave it as is.
The sky is an angry blaze of red and orange, tumbling through black ominous clouds that creep in from the distance. James sits on the roof, on the spot just outside Dad's office, where they used to climb up and talk about Quidditch, and which girls were most annoying and what to do when Albus didn't understand that James was just joking. But that was a long time ago now.
He ignores the man standing in the window watching him, "Your mother and I…" the man starts, but James interrupts him, he's heard all the words before.
"She was mine to look after before she was yours," he mutters. He really can't stand this anymore, and calling for his broom, he jumps off the room, eliciting a gasp from the man behind him. James spares him one scornful look, as he pulls his broom up and zooms away. As the clouds break above him, drenching him instantly, he heads for the forest, determined to leave this stupid, childish jealousy behind.