She'd envisioned a hundred different ways her name would sound when it finally did fall from his lips.

But it had never quite sounded like this - polite, cold and distant.

She could have handled anger. She could have handled not being on speaking terms with him. Both actions would have indicated that he still cared.

She'd said and done worse things to him in the past and he'd always bounced back. But then, he hadn't been this big a part of her world. Back then, he hadn't been her closest confidante. Back then, her feelings for him weren't quite so large.

It had only been two days since the incident and she already missed him. So much.

She missed the attention he once used to pay her. She missed his lopsided, suggestive grins and roguish winks.

She missed losing to him at chess and crowing victoriously after every game of exploding snap. She missed their late night talks. He was the only person who'd understood her feelings over what had happened with Petunia – A topic that even her former best friend, Sev, never had.

She even missed the days when all they'd done was hex and yell at each other. Something about him riled her up and something about her had always gotten under his skin.

But, most of all – she missed him – his mere presence.

She hadn't realized she'd been crying.

And, when she did, a horrible thought took over her mind.
For the first time in six years, James Potter hadn't come after her.
She felt her throat catch and more silent sobs escaped her as she let that fact sink in.