Author's Note:

Another one from James's Point of View. This one doesn't really have much to do with the storyline but I enjoyed writing it and it kind of brings us up to what happens next... and I promise you will love it! I have some brilliant ideas! Enjoy!

James's Pov:

McGonagall opened the door before I even reached for the knocker. She was wearing the same green tartan robes she always wore. I wondered if she had a wardrobe full of spares, like that character from some Muggle cartoon The Simpsons mum had shown me once.

"Ah, Mr Potter. I had a feeling you'd visit me."

"But- you asked me to come, Professor." I said, momentarily confused.

"Did I? I think your wrong, Mr. Potter."

"My dad told me to come to talk to you."

"It seems to me as if your dad was not telling you the truth, Mr Potter. Although I am glad you came." What? My dad had been lying? So why had he wanted me to come here? To get me out of the Hospital Wing? No, he'd told me to do that before telling me about McGonagall. So what had he wanted? By the time these thoughts had raced through my brain, I was sitting opposite my Head of House in her office.

"So, Mr Potter. Why exactly did you want to speak with me?"

"I told you, I didn't. I mean, I didn't know I wanted to speak to you. My dad tricked me. I'm not sure what he wanted me to do..."

"I, on the other hand, think his intentions are perfectly clear." I sat there, not sure what to say. "He wanted you to speak the truth."

"The truth? The truth about what?"

"About the incident with Miss Weasley."

"But, you already know what happened. What she tried to do."

"Yes. And what you stopped her doing. But I have been given none of the crucial details needed to make sure this kind of thing never happens again."

"I'm sorry, but what do you want me to say? You know everything I do."

"I think you're lying. Or just not using your brain. Why exactly did Rose decide that the only way forward was to end her life? I think you know."

I did know. I'd witnessed it. Rose had told me herself twice- once before she jumped and then again just now in the Hospital Wing. I could tell McGonagall everything and get Rose the help she needed. So why did I feel like I shouldn't say anything.

"I'm afraid I can't help you, Professor. If you want to know, Rose is the only one who can say." McGonagall looked disappointed, but nodded.

"Very well Mr Potter. You are dismissed." I left the room, closing the door a little too hard behind me. I strode down the corridor at a fast pace, worried that McGonagall would change her mind and force me to reveal what she knew I was hiding. I was so carried away by this thought that I didn't bother looking as I turned the corner and ran straight into Malfoy.

"Sorry, Potter. Didn't see you there." He said, avoiding my eyes.

"Yeah, well, just look where you're going Malfoy." I was about to walk off when he said something else.

"Potter, I need to talk to you."

"About what?" My voice sounded cold, but even I couldn't hide how much I resented the Slytherin. Mostly for corrupting my brother.

"Your cousin."

"Rose?" I was confused. What did he want to talk to me about Rose for? Hadn't ruining her life been enough?

"Yeah. I'm really sorry about what happened. If I'd known- I would never have said any of those things. I'm going to tell the girls to stop. And apologise to her in person. When she's ready to see me. If she's ever ready to see me again. And I wont blame her if she doesn't."

"What the hell's happened to you Malfoy? One moment you're quite happy taking the piss out of her, the next you want to make up?"

"I didn't think it would get this big. I feel terrible."

"Yeah, well, it's a little late for that."

"Look Potter, I know you hate my guts. And I don't blame you. I'm really sorry for what I said about her before..."

"Yeah, well, you were just being a Malfoy." His grey eyes narrowed.

"I'm not like the rest of them."

"Er, yeah, sure. Whatever Malfoy." Malfoy turned to leave. "Malfoy, don't tell anyone about what happened to Rose. It wouldn't be fair."

"Sure." He said and walked off. What the hell was going on?

I went back to the Gryffindor Common Room and found Freddie and Dominique.

"How is she?" Dominique asked straight away, her face pale with worry.

"Better. We talked."

"Oh yeah? What did she say?" Freddie asked.

"That she hated me."

"What?!" They both said in unison.

"She hates me for saving her. She really wanted to die."

"She'll learn to forgive you mate." Freddie smiled. "I've decided to have an extra Quidditch Practice this evening. Can you make it?"

"Sure. You wouldn't be able to practice without your best Beater there." Then we all laughed. It was nice. As though the last twenty four hours hadn't happened.

"Well, I've got to go and see Becky now. I'll see you there?" Both Dominique and I assured Freddie we wouldn't miss it and played a game of Wizard Chess. I was terrible and lost, like I always did.

"So, is Lorna alright?" Dominique asked.

"Yeah, she's alright."

"Alright? Is that it?" As always, Dominique knew when something was up.

"Well, I don't know. I just think that maybe we're drifting apart."

"Yeah well I told you she was no good for you." I laughed.

"You sure did. If I recall correctly, you told me if I went out with 'that slut' you'd never talk to me again. And yet here we are."

"Maybe I was slightly over exaggerating..." She winked. "Where were you last night by the way?"

"You know where I was. In the Hospital Wing."

"Whatever!" Dominique scoffed. "Madam Pomfrey told me that you left before twelve. I was still in the Common Room doing a Potions essay and you didn't come back. So where were you?"

"With Lorna." I could feel my face growing red.

"Oh yeah? What were you doing with her?"

"I just took her to the Room of Requirement..."

"Is it that innocent? I think there's more..."

"Well, we may have kissed once or twice.

"Did you do it?"

"Do what?"

"Did you do it?"

"Wha- oh..." She looked at me, expecting an answer. "Well, we might have-"

"Tell me everything!" This is what Dominique was like. She needed to know all the details of everyone's personal lives. She asked her mum once how old she was when she's first slept with Uncle Bill. I mean, who asks there parents something like that?! Dominique, thats who.

"It wasn't anything special..."

"James! You had sex with your girlfriend and say it wasn't special?! Ok, you two have got to break up. She must have been really bad at it if you didn't enjoy it..." That was harsh, even for Dominique.

"Hey, I never said I didn't enjoy it."

"Did you?" I didn't answer. "I thought not."

"It's just, I feel like I'm only dating her for sex, and I could get that anywhere."

"That's true. I mean, half the girls in this school would jump at the chance to get in bed with you. And the other half are cousins." We both laughed at that, realising just how true it was. "Seriously though, why don't you just talk to her?"

"Lorna? No, Lorna is a very hands on girlfriend. She doesn't do the talking bit."

"No kidding. Did you tell her about Rose."

"Yeah, she got jealous when I told her I'd spent the evening with Rose."

"What did she say after you told her what Rose did?"

"No, that was what she said after I said Rose jumped."

"That bitch!" Dominique muttered.

"nah, she's not that bad."

"But you didn't like having sex with her. If it wasn't special, and sex is all she's good for, why go out with her at all?"

"Sex isn't special anymore, Dom. We both know I lost my virginity to that Ravenclaw when we won the House Cup at the end of fifth year. What was her name?"

"You know, I cant even remember..."

We sat there for a few minutes, thinking over our pasts.

"We'd better get going unless we want our butts kicked by Freddie." Dominique said. I laughed, nodded and together we made our way to the Quidditch Pitch.

Hope you enjoyed it. It was meant to be a light hearted chapter. Please review, it gives me ideas for what to do next and what to never do again! Thanks!