The night was dark and the cold wind whipped and curled through the halls driving the Hogwarts student population into their respective common rooms. However; atop the North Tower the figure of a tall, lean but muscular, scruffy haired boy was visible. Footsteps were heard while a gust of wind whipped the long locks of a red headed girl who had just stepped onto the North Tower. The boy stiffened, then groaned.
She leaned against the railing. Nothing was said the only sound was the wind between them. Awkwardly she asked, "Are you Okay?"
The boy said nothing.
"James, look at me." She commanded softly
"Evans, I really don't have time for this."
"For what! Me being civil to you!"
"No, for your pity. You're here Merlin knows why- probably to protect your reputation as the perfect little prefect. You may pretend you do, but don't care Evans. As long as someone's opinion of you doesn't change, you don't care how they feel."
"SHUT UP!"
"No, for once you shut up and listen to me. You're probably here to gloat, so let me tell you straight up. YOU WIN! We could have been killed but you DON'T CARE! You'll do anything to stand behind Snivellus, so don't worry that git will be perfectly fine. Why don't you go visit him and have a good laugh over how he ruined the lives of the Maraduars, about how they don't, and will NEVER speak again."
"God Potter, you prick" she spat turning so quickly on her heel that the gentle red waves slapped across his cheek.
James Potter turned to once again look out onto the dark, empty Hogwarts grounds- looking up alone at the moon for the first time in years. A tear slipped down his check, and as he turned to leave he heard from the grounds, the cry of s lone wolf.