A/N: What? 3 chapters in one night?! Is she mental?

Well the answer is yes ladies and gentleman. I am crazy. Crazy in love with Harry Potter that is!

Here's my next piece in this series, and here you meet the mind of James Potter and also my own personal favorite Harry Potter OC of mine. I've had her for a while and I thought that no Next Gen series I did would really feel right without her.

Happy Reading!

October 31, 2021

James Potter walked slowly through the corridors of Hogwarts, feeling slightly drained. He wasn't much for Halloween celebrations. The reminder of his grandmother's and namesakes death wasn't something he ever felt like having a party for. Making his way down the staircase towards the 3rd corridor, he asked himself where exactly she was. He could really use some of her guidance.

James was a prankster. Everyone knew that. He blew up things in the Great Hall and rigged tapestries to come flying down on un-suspecting victims.

But as of September 1st of this year, he apparently also ran the school.

That's right. James Potter II was Head boy of Hogwarts. He thought McGonagall was insane for giving him the position. He didn't know what he was doing being the student authority of the school, he was never a prefect and he didn't know how to be the boss of them either.

Mulling over his own misery, he opened the door to the familiar empty classroom on the 3rd floor and entered. Saying a small incantation, the candles inside the room erupted to life, revealing the girl who's comforting presence he had just been craving at the head on the room at the dark dusty desk.

"Ronnie?" James asked, amused and curious.

Ronnie's head snapped up, and James' heart skipped a beat. She smiled at him, that beautiful small smile. Her eyes, bright and emerald green, had a small glint in her eyes. The way she looked at him, amused though content enough to see him, he knew for certain there was no way she knew just how head of heels in love with her he was.

She closed the book she was reading and placed her forearms on top of it and laughed. "What on earth is the Head Boy doing sneaking into closed classrooms in off limits corridors?"

James smirked at her. "What is a prefect doing criticizing said Head Boy when she was supposed to meet him for patrol over 15 minutes ago?" James walked over and set his palms on the table and leaned over it to meet her eyes.

She laughed and looked down and fixed her scarlet and gold tie. "Well played," she said.

James furrowed his eyebrows. "Are you alright?"

Ronnie sighed. "You'll think I'm crazy," she muttered.

James chuckled and walked around the desk and knelt down in front of her. "I won't think you're crazy," he reassured her. "You haven't met crazy yet, Emeralds."

Ronnie giggled a bit as she played with her index finger, something she did when she was nervous.

"Come on, Ronnie," James whispered, taking her hands in his and looking into her eyes again. "What is it?"

Ronnie looked at him, studied him. Her eyes searched through his, for what he didn't know. After moment or two, she looked down at her lap again and said, "I think I'm adopted…"

James was silent for a moment. He thought for a moment. He guessed it could be plausible. "I mean it would explain things," he said. "Neither person in the Brown or Corner family have hair like yours or eyes like yours."

Ronnie nodded. She was turning over his hand, tracing lines in his palm. "It's more than that. There's no pictures of my mother pregnant with me at all. There's loads of them when she was carrying Leon but none of me. There's no pictures of me with any of my family until I'm at least 9 months old, and every time I bring anything up about any of it, they clam up." Ronnie took a deep breath and continued, sounding more distressed by the word. "If I'm really adopted, why didn't anyone ever tell me? Did they not want me to know because of who my real parents might be? What if my real parents didn't want me? Who am I if I'm not really Veronica Corner? I don't how I'll feel about my life-"

James reached up and brushed the hair out of her face, and lifted her head back up so her eyes met his. His thumb traced her jaw bone, and he looked deep in her eyes. "No matter what your backstory is or says it is, you're still my Ronnie. You're still this book reading nerd who hangs out on the Astronomy tower with star charts and dream diaries. You're still the girl who stood up for that scared little boy that Zabini was hexing last year. You're still the most beautiful girl on this green earth. You're still the only witch such a gorgeous smile, such dazzling eyes and a most fantastic heart."

Ronnie's eyes seemed to tear up slightly. "James…" she breathed.

James wasn't sure if he really meant to say what he had, and if it was the most appropriate response, but he didn't care. He meant what he had said, and he certainly wasn't going to take it back.

You know what? He asked himself. Might as well take it one step further while I'm at it.

James cupped Ronnie's chin and pulled her to him, placing his lips firmly on hers. Ronnie responded almost immediately by running her fingers through his hair and kissing back softly.

James knew it was wrong, doing what they were doing, and at the same time it seemed Ronnie knew it too. Almost simultaneously, they broke apart.

Ronnie's eyes bore into James'.

"I… I have to go," he said quickly, getting up and heading for the door.

"Wait, James-" Ronnie tried, but not wanting to make even more of an arse of himself, he forced himself to ignore her, and he headed out the door and into the 3rd corridor and into the cold reality of the real life.