Me and James sat in our usual compartment on the Hogwarts express. His feet were propped up on the bench opposite him, and my head was in his lap. I was exhausted, considering my roommates wouldn't let me sleep last night, thanks to their end of year slumber party. He gently ran his fingers through my hair, combing the knots out.

"Tired, Princess?" He asked, using the nickname he gave me when we were 10. "Mmhmm." I nodded slightly. My eyes drooped and he chuckled. "You can get some sleep, if you want." I looked up at my best friend of 9 years and smiled sleepily. "Thanks, Superman." He laughed. "Still using that, are we?" I shrugged. "You're still using Princess." "Touche."

My eyes closed and soon I fell asleep. My dreams were always replays of memories, so I wasn't surprised when I dreamt of the day me and James met.

The 8 year old version of me skipped down the stairs leading to the living room. I wore a pink dress and white flats, my brown hair braided down my back. I was holding a broom and a quaffle. My dad had said the guests were going to be here any minute, so I got the brooms and set them out. There would only be four of us kids, so each team would have a keeper and a chaser. Whoever got to a certain amount of points first, wins.

The doorbell rang and my dad hurried to open it. I stood behind him slightly, awaiting the new faces. I had no idea who was going to show up. I just knew they had three kids. The door swung open to reveal a family.

The dad had dark hair, green eyes, and round glasses. The mom had red hair, blue eyes, and freckles. The tallest son had red hair, blue eyes, and freckles, like his mom, but round glasses like his dad. The second son had dark hair and green eyes, but his mom's freckles. The only daughter had red hair, freckles, and (somehow) brown eyes. I looked be at the dad and saw he had a lightning shaped scar on his forehead. I didn't recognize him, though I did recognize the mom. My dad was talking to them wjen, finally, it clicked.

"Oh, my gods!" I exclaimed, drawing all eyes to me, though I didn't care. "You're Ginny Potter! The BEST chaser the holyhead harpies have ever SEEN!" I turned to my dad. "Why wasn't I told you know GINNY POTTER?" Everyone looked stunned, especially Ginny and her husband. But, then, she recovered. She smiled and said, "nice to meet you, too. You must be Addie. Your daddy's told us a lot about you." My eyes widened. "He did?" Ginny nodded. "And he also told us you're a great keeper." I smiled. "I am! We have brooms in the backyard if you want to play." I ha started speaking to the kids now.

The dark haired boy looked disgusted. "I don't wanna play with a GIRL. That's weird." I frowned. "Hey! What's that supposed to mean?" He shrugged. "All I'm saying is that girls can't play quidditch- except mommy." His brother spoke up. "C'mon, Al. They can't be THAT bad. Give 'em a shot." When I spoke, my accent had turned Scottish. "You know what? We're going see who can play quidditch better. I'm getting my sister." I marched up the stairs and came back down with my 7 year old sister, Angel, trailing behind. "Let's go."

I wake up in a rather unusual way. The train stops and I roll off the bench, onto the floor. I let out a surprised yelp as I get the breath knocked out of me. I hear laughing and look up to see James laughing his ass off. "Oi, could you shut it, mate? I need some help. I hold up my hand and he takes it still laughing.

Unfortunately, the train jolts again and he falls on top of me, his face inches -no, centimeters- from mine. He starts blushing slightly and try to push him off. "Yeah, real helpful." I mutter.