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Full Summary: Their story was incredibly cliche. The studious, sarcastic Abigail King is teamed up with the arrogant, trouble-making James Sirius Potter, who has always been her enemy, to be Head Boy and Girl of Hogwarts. But neither is happy. James is constantly fighting the image of his heroic parents, while Abigail struggles with the painful reality of her family's situation and past. The more time James and Abigail spend together, the harder they have to try to hate each other. They can't quite understand why they seem to know the other more than anyone, helping each other through the rough times they face. But in the end, it's really quite simple. Hate can turn into love easily, and James and Abigail are about to understand this twisted logic.

Disclaimer: The characters of Harry Potter are owned by J.K. Rowling. The content and ideas of this story are owned by peace. love. randomness - peacelovebooksx107 and randomrayyxx3 respectively. The song "Emergency" is belongs to Paramore.

Chapter Twenty-One: Emergency

"I think we have an emergency. If you thought I'd leave then you were wrong 'cause I won't stop holding on."

James Sirius Potter

I'd spotted her in the stands before the match even started. My eyes didn't leave her as the teams walked onto the pitch. Abigail, Molly, and Morgan were huddled together, one huge scarlet and gold blanket wrapped around all three of them. Seeing me, Abigail gave a little wave.

Well, that was a good sign. Usually people don't wave to people they're furious at.

As we reached center-field, Fred noticed me watching her. "Mate, things will work out," he promised, clapping me on the back.

Dom caught up with us, balancing her broom on her shoulders. "Abigail mentioned she wanted to talk to you after the game," she noted. "So don't get your knickers in a twist and screw up the match."

Fred shot her a look. "What our cousin means," he saved, "is to just keep a clear head during the game."

"Alright, alright," I mumbled. "Got it."

But it was easier said than done. Almost an hour into the match, my mind was racing with way too many things.

For one thing, the conditions were horrible. About forty minutes into the match, it had started snowing relentlessly and hadn't stopped. I had almost slipped off my broom trying to send the quaffle to Ryan.

Another thing – one of the Ravenclaw beaters, Jordan Kleishman, had been sending bludger after bludger at me the entire game. As if the conditions weren't enough, I had another force working against me.

But the thing that was causing me the most stress wasn't even a part of the game. The problem was… my mind kept going back to Abigail.

"Macdonald, get open!" I called to my fellow chaser across the pitch. I'd had possession of the quaffle for a few minutes and it seemed like the whole of Ravenclaw team was working against me.

"Get this bloke off my back first, Weasleys!" she shouted to Fred and Dom. Sheila had one of Ravenclaw's Chasers tailing her for at least ten minutes.

In just seconds, both Dom and Fred sent their bludgers at the Chaser, forcing him to pull back and dodge them.

Sheila raised her hand, gesturing to me. "Okay, Potter, I'm –" She broke off, her eyes growing wide. "POTTER!"

I wouldn't realize what all the commotion was about until much later, but in the back of my mind, I registered a collective gasp around the pitch. All of a sudden, hundreds of people were shouting my name, but one stood out above all the others.

Maybe it was because she was currently occupying my thoughts to a pathetic level or because I had grown so familiar to her voice in the past few months, but Abigail's panicked voice seemed louder than all the others. I heard her and everything was black.

"James! Look out!"

Abigail Evelyn King

"James! Look out!" I shrieked.

It had happened so fast. One second James was trying to pass the quaffle to Sheila and the next, that bastard Kleishman from Ravenclaw was sending a bludger right at James's head.

The whole stadium seemed to gasp when it happened. Morgan was gripping my arm to a painful level and Molly was mumbling curse words under her breath. James slipped from his broom the second it hit him, sending him falling to the ground at an alarming speed. He had been so high up when it hit him.

"Oh my God," a girl behind me breathed. Everyone in the Gryffindor section had jumped to their feet and were all panicking in hushed tones.

I was sure my heart had stopped. I scanned the pitch looking for something, someone that could help him. "Somebody do something!" I screamed.

Fred had been hovering across the pitch in shock, but when he heard my voice he snapped out of it. I saw him shout to someone and suddenly, he and Dom were moving at lightning speed. In seconds, they'd managed to catch his arms just before he hit the ground. The velocity of James's fall dragged all three of them down, sending them crashing to the ground. But it was definitely a more graceful landing than what could have happened.

Fred and Dom quickly got up, moving to tend to James. All sense seemed to leave my body and without wasting another second, I hiked myself over the railing and ran towards them. At center field, Dom and Fred were crouched beside him, not touching him. I heard Madam Spokes, the referee, call a pause of gameplay.

"Is he going to be okay?" I gasped, my heart racing. He was slumped on his back, one of his arms twisted at a strange angle.

"I think so," Fred said worriedly. "He's breathing so…"

Someone hovered above us on their broom. "No spectators on the field," that bastard Kleishman sneered evilly. "Someone get her out of here!"

I spun around and looked up at him, desperately forcing myself to refrain from flicking him off. "Shut it, Kleishman!" I shouted at him. "Being Head Girl, I'm exempt from the spectator's ban!" I had no idea if this was true but it sounded really good when I said it. "And I could also give you a bloody detention for unsportsmanlike conduct, you prick."

The crowd gave some "Ooohs" at my comeback. Kleishman just sputtered some stupid reply and flew away. Bastard.

Madam Burke, the school nurse, and Madam Spokes both came rushing up behind us. "Nobody move him!" Madam Burke called. "I'll have to levitate him to the Hospital Wing."

"I'll come with you," I said quickly.

Together we levitated James back up to school, the sound of the game disappearing behind us. Morgan, Molly, Mitch, Lily, and James's brother Al followed us to the Hospital Wing.

Settling him into a bed, Madam Burke examined him, declaring him to only have a cracked skull and a broken arm. I sat down on the edge of his cot quickly, feeling too worried to stand.

"Only?" Lily exclaimed as we all gathered around him. "You make it sound like its minor."

Al shrugged. "It actually is," he noted. "For a Quidditch injury at least."

"Yeah," Mitch added lightly. "In second year, James broke both legs in the final."

I shot him a look, letting him know he was not helping my nerves. He just shrugged lamely in response. Morgan and Molly were both patting me on the back, trying to soothe me. I forced myself to breathe for what felt like the first time in twenty minutes.

"He should wake up in ten minutes or so," Madam Burke reassured us. "I'll just have to keep him for a few days to monitor his head."

Honestly, James didn't even look that bad. He had a few scrapes on his face, but with his head and arm all wrapped up, he didn't seem as broken as he'd looked on the pitch. He could have been taking a nap.

Suddenly, the Hospital Wing doors burst open and Fred, Dom, and Ryan rushed up to us.

"Is he alright?" Ryan asked, putting an arm around my shoulder. I must have looked white as a sheet for the way people kept comforting me…

"He'll be fine," I breathed. James jostled a little in his sleep in front of me. I almost put my hand out to comfort him, but stopped myself.

Fred walked up to Morgan. "Hey," he said to her. "Are you – umph!"

Morgan had thrown her arms around Fred and kissed him on the lips, in front of everyone. Dom snorted and Ryan let out a low whistle. Fred had grown still at the sudden contact, but slowly relaxed, putting his arms around her waist.

"Well," he said when she released him. He'd grown a little pink in the cheeks. "Hello to you, too."

Though she had just been kissing him, she scowled and smacked his arm. "Merlin, you could've gotten hurt!" she scolded him. "You stupid, noble boy."

"Hey, I helped save James too!" Dom interjected. "But you don't see anyone kissing me." Apparently feeling left out, Dom scanned the room. "How 'bout you, Mitch?" she said suggestively. "Feel like a snog?"

As we all laughed, Mitch grew bright red. Before he could grace Dom's proposition with a sputtering response, Professor McGonagall joined us.

She stayed in the doorway, making eye contact with me. "Miss King," she said sternly. "A word in my office."

It wasn't a question, so I didn't hesitate. I glanced at my friends, now all sobered up by the Headmistress's appearance. This was probably about me yelling about Kleishman. I frantically glanced at Dom. She gave me a look as to say, Calm down, we've got this.

I sighed and nodded, turning to leave. Suddenly, a thought occurred to me. "Madam Burke," I called to the nurse. "Can I come visit him after this?"

She glanced at the clock on the wall. "Visiting hours end in twenty minutes," she announced, addressing all of us. "If you are back before then, you very well may visit."

I nodded and waved goodbye to my friends, taking one last glance at the sleeping Head Boy before me.

James Sirius Potter

I'd never experienced the kind of ache I currently felt in my body ever before. Realizing I no longer had the pleasure of unconsciousness, I slowly opened my eyes.

I groaned, seeing the faces of my friends and siblings. "What an ugly lot," I mumbled. I tried to sit up, noticing with displeasure that my left arm was in a sling.

"Speak for yourself," Al laughed. Everyone was smiling widely, looking at me fondly. It was strangely uncomfortable.

I tried to pull myself up again, but this time Lily grabbed my shoulder and assisted me. I smiled at her in gratitude. "So…" I began. "What exactly happened?"

"Well," Fred said, "Kleishman sent a bludger at your head and you fell about a hundred feet."

"Won the game, though," Mitch interrupted with a smile. "So I guess you're not that useful on the team, are you?"

"Ha, ha," I deadpanned. I turned my head to shoot a look at him, but a pain shot through my temple. I grimanced.

Dom put a hand on my unhurt arm. She still looked a little worried. "How do you feel?" she asked.

"I feel like someone sent a bludger to my head and I fell a hundred feet," I responded, smiling sarcastically. As everyone laughed, I noticed something strange. It was like something was missing. Suddenly, it occurred to me. "Where's Abigail?" How could I have not noticed right away?

"You just missed her," Morgan answered, standing next to Fred. "McGonagall came to get her."

"Yeah, I expect she's in for a scolding," Molly said with a laugh. Everyone exchanged amused glanced.

"Did I miss something?" I asked, my brows furrowing in confusion.

"Mate, it was crazy," Ryan said excitedly. "When you fell, King went all ninja and hopped over the stands onto the pitch. Then Kleishman got on her for being on the field and she threatened him with detention and called him a prick."

"In front of everyone," Mitch added.

"Including the teachers," Morgan said gravely.

I stared at them in shock. "You're kidding," I said. They all assured me they were not. "All the good stuff happens when I'm unconscious," I joked.

But hopefully this meant she wasn't still angry at me. I wanted to see her but within minutes, Madame Burke was back and ushered everyone out of the Hospital Wing. Visiting hours were over and I needed to take some medicine. I gulped down the offending liquid and soon enough, I was asleep.

Abigail Evelyn King

I followed McGonagall quietly to the Headmistress's office. Other than a quick "Jelly slug" to open up her office, she did not say a word to me until we were inside.

In my mind, I knew I should have felt more nervous at being summoned to the Headmistress's office, especially after I publicly abused my power and used language, but I honestly wasn't bothered at all. I was too relieved that James was going to be okay.

McGonagall took a seat behind her desk. She gestured at the chair in front of her and I sat down. "I assume you know why I've brought you here," she said sternly.

"Yes, ma'am," I answered. "And I'm really, really sorry. I shouldn't have said anything to Kleishman."

"Miss King, you used your position as a privilege and used language in front of most of the school and its faculty," she stated. "I won't tolerate it."

"I know," I said, ashamed. "I'm so sorry."

"The next time this happens…" she started threateningly.

I prepared myself for it. She was going to threaten to take away my Head Girl badge. I mean, that could happen, right? Suddenly, I felt as if all the past Headmasters were staring at me in their portraits, judging the awful Head Girl I'd been. I stared down at my hands, expecting the worst.

She took a deep breath and finished, "Please do not do it so loudly." A couple of the portraits chuckled.

My head shot up and my eyes widened. "Headmistress?" I asked in shock.

She seemed to think it over. "Well, just don't let it happen again," she settled.

I couldn't believe my ears. "You mean… I'm not in trouble? At all?"

She sort of shrugged. "Miss King, I cannot punish you for threatening him with detention since I probably would have done the same thing myself. Except, of course, without using the same language." She gave me a pointed look.

I felt myself grow warm. "Sorry about that," I mumbled.

"Besides," the Headmistress continued, "I've been urging Madam Spokes to make a rule against bludgers to the head for years."

"So if I'm not in trouble," I asked, confused, "why did I have to come all the way to your office?"

For the first time in seven years of knowing her, I saw Professor McGonagall with a glint of mischief in her eyes. "Because, Miss King," she said firmly, "I've just given you a stern scolding regarding the use of language and abusing your position, as to the request of some of the faculty. In fact," she added, "I've even threatened to give you detention for a month if it should happen again. And rest assured, Miss King, that I will deny that this conversation ever happened."

I almost laughed at the strangeness of the situation. "So this whole thing was basically just a formality."

And then the mischief was gone and my Headmistress was back. She raised her eyebrows. "I have no idea what you're talking about, Miss King," she said lightly. "You are dismissed."

I got up to leave, shaking my head with happy disbelief. I'd almost made it out the door when she called me again.

"One more thing, Miss King," she said. I turned to look at her. "How is Potter?"

Quickly, I glanced at my watch. I sighed, realizing that the Hospital Wing closed four minutes ago. "He has a cracked skull and a broken arm, but apparently that's minor," I answered. "He's going to be fine."

"Very good," she said, focusing on some papers on her desk. "You take care of that boy, Miss King."

I wasn't sure how to answer her, but McGonagall was already done with the conversation. She did not look up from her work or speak to me again. I left quietly and returned to the Head's dorms.

Before going to my own room, I walked past James's bedroom. Stopping in the doorway, I glanced inside. There were papers and books strewn everywhere, his Polaroid camera sitting on the desk. I was overcome with how worried I'd been when he fell and how relieved I'd been when I knew he was going to be okay. I took a deep breath. He was going to be okay.

Suddenly losing all sense, I walked forward, climbed into his bed, and wrapped the sheets around me. And then, feeling strangely at home in a bed I'd slept in twice before, I closed my eyes and dreamed.

A/N: So this wasn't exactly a big reunion scene that a few of you were hoping for, but I think it definitely added some excitement! Hope you guys enjoyed this chapter.

But more importantly, I have a minor announcement: I will not be able to post a chapter this coming Friday. I'm going to be out of town for the weekend and I won't have access to the internet. So the next chapter will be posted October 19th. Hopefully you all will understand, but I promise the next chapter is a good one!

However, in my small absence, please feel free to reread the whole freaking story and review to your beautiful hearts' contents. I heart you guys. SEE YOU IN TWO WEEKS!