Chapter Three: What She Should Have Done

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

A/N: I love making people fight. Its great to imagine it in my head. There isn't as much as I wanted, because they had to get emotional and serious, but oh well. Enjoy.



"So how was your date?" Ginny asked Reagan. Reagan waved her wand and her miniature bed grew into its full size.

"It was actually very nice," Reagan replied. "Do you like the bed there?"

"It looks all right," her mother replied. "What did you two go and do?"

"We went into Muggle London, and saw a movie and went to a nice diner," Reagan said. "I don't know, I think I might get a new one, a bigger one. This one seems a bit young."

"You have had the same bed since you started Hogwarts," Ginny replied. "What movie did you see?"

"Some romance comedy," Reagan replied. "I picked it and he insisted he wanted to see it. I think I will get a new bed. But for now we'll just change this one up a bit." She waved her wand and the bed grew from a full size into a queen.

"How long will it last?" Ginny asked.

"A week or so," Reagan replied. "Just until I have a chance to get a new one."

"No, I meant this you and Brent thing," Ginny asked.

"Oh, well we had a nice time," Reagan replied. "He's very nice, and he's funny, and good looking too."

"He doesn't sound all that bad."

"He's actually quite wonderful," Reagan sighed. "I felt bad yesterday when Trevor asked if I was busy and I had to tell him I was. And then I felt bad when Brent asked if I was busy tonight and I had to tell him I was."

"You can't juggle two men at once, dear," Ginny said.

"I'm not juggling two men," Reagan replied. "I'm not dating Trevor, we're just friends. Just like... just like we've always been." Reagan pulled her dresser out of the box and enlarged it as well. "Besides, its not like I did anything wrong."

"No one said that you did," Ginny said.

Reagan laughed. "Only the guilty accuse, right?"

"You said it," Ginny said, handing her the bed pillows. Reagan took them and tossed them onto the bed.

"Mum, I don't want to talk about Brent and Trevor anymore," Reagan said. "It hurts my head and I'm hungry."

"Hello?!" Darenn called from the front door.

"Back here!" Reagan called. "You can come in!" She made her way to the front of her new apartment, stepping over open boxes.

"It looks a bit like a war zone, Reagan," Darenn said.

"And you know what a war zone looks like?" Ginny asked.

"Have you seen the Cannon locker room?" he asked. "Its a war zone."

"How was practice, Darenn?" Ginny asked.

"It was fine," he replied. "Same as usual. Except our Seeker went on and on and on about this girl he took out last night."

"Really?" Reagan replied, not wanting to seem to interested.

"Said she was fun and beautiful and he asked me why I had never introduced him to you before."

"Well I've been in California for four years," Reagan replied.

"Thats what I told him," Darenn said. "But there was reason why I never mentioned you to him. Be careful with Brent Johnson, Reagan."

"I can handle myself, thank you," she replied.

"Oh I don't doubt that," Darenn said. "Just be careful."

"I will," Reagan said. "And thanks for the brotherly protection. Did you tell him not to hurt me?"

"Of course I did," Darenn said. "Hey its my job to protect you, no matter how old you get. I told the same thing to Trevor when we were at Hogwarts as well."

"No more Trevor!" Reagan exclaimed, throwing her hands up. She grabbed an open box and walked into the kitchen. "Can we not talk about Trevor for a few minutes, please?"

"Whats with her?" Darenn asked his mother.

"She doesn't want to talk about Trevor anymore," Ginny replied. "I think we're going to hear and see a lot of Brent for a while."

"Great," Darenn said. "Brent I can stand, mainly because I have to, but at least I liked Trevor."

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Later that evening, Reagan was still unpacking. She had acquired quite a few things from her four year stay in America. Ali was moving back in with her parents for a while, so she let Reagan return to England with anything she wanted or thought she might need.

Reagan opened a box and took off the cushioning charm she put on the dishes inside.

"I'm glad I found these," she said to herself. "We would have a hard time eating later without any dishes."

The remainder of the box was pots, pans and other cooking dishes. She set these items on the stove, deciding she would put them away later, and moved to another box.

Reagan opened it with a Searing Charm, and the packing bubbles began to float out. She waved her hand and muttered "Finite" and they popped.

"Do you always do wandless magic?" Trevor asked, and Reagan jumped.

"Trevor!" she breathed. "Don't do that!"

"Sorry," he said. "I knocked, and it swung open. You should get it checked."

"My father is coming over tomorrow to put wards over the entire place," Reagan replied, standing up. "You're early."

"You weren't that hard to find," he replied. "I stopped and bought diner, or at least the stuff we need to make diner."

Reagan noticed the bags he was holding, and the two that were floating along behind them.

"Here," she said reaching for the the floating bags. She carried them into the kitchen. After he set his bags down, he tossed his black cloak onto the back of a chair, and she noticed his Muggle clothes, jeans and a gray sweater. His hair was also different than it was the day before at the Ministry. At Hogwarts, it had always been shorter, a bit more clean cut, like it was at the Ministry, but now it was longer, it had some wave and curl in it. And it looked like he put gel into it.

"Whats for dinner?" she asked.

"Spaghetti," he said. "Garlic bread, salad and fresh cut corn."

"Sounds good," she replied. "Can I help?"

"No, you can sit there and watch me cook and tell me about America."

Reagan laughed, and took a seat on the counter.

"What do you want to know about it?"

"Everything," he replied. "The culture, the food, the people, everything you did. I haven't heard anything from you in four years, I want to know what was going on during all the time."

Reagan smiled. "All right."

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Hours later their meals were finished, they had moved to the table, and their conversation moved from what Reagan had done in America to what they both were doing now.

"So you're an Auror," Reagan said.

"Yeah," he replied.

"How did that come about?" she asked. "Last I remember you were at St. Mungos."

"I was," he replied. "I finished my medical training, and I'm a certified medi-wizard. I worked at St. Mungos for a while, mostly in curse reversal. And I decided, quite out of the blue actually, that my knowledge and skills could be beneficial to the UBAC."

"So you enlisted," Reagan said knowing that UBAC was short for the United British Auror Confederation.

"Sort of," he replied. "As I'm sure you know, if you go straight into the Auror Division without any previous training in anything, you start off at the bottom, as a Private. Well, I went and talked to the Auror recruiter, and while I was talking to him, James walked in. James of course knew about my Animagus abilities, and mentioned the Animagents to me. So I went through Auror training, but I went in as Educated, so I started off as a Corporal, three above Private."

"And you still managed to work your way up four ranks in four years?" Reagan asked. "Thats a rank a year."

"I was a natural leader, I was good at what I did, and worked hard," he said. "I didn't get promoted because I knew your father, if thats what your thinking."

"I didn't think that," Reagan replied.

"Good," he said.

"So what is it that you do?" she asked.

"I am on the medical team of the Auror Division," he replied. "I'm the medical advisor to Captain Potter, your father, and also his cabinet's medical advisor. I'm the Commanding Officer of the Field Healing unit. I am also on the Animagent unit."

"Thats incredible, Trevor," Reagan replied, feeling a bit impressed.

"Its all right," Trevor shrugged and laughed. "About a year and a half ago, when I became the CO, a bunch of healing journals and publications wanted interviews and article rights and all sorts of things. I did a few, but only because it was fun."

"You're a ranking Auror, a medi-wizard, Commanding Officer, advisor to two political entities, an Animagents, and a published Healer." Reagan stopped. She realized why both parents had been so eager for her to talk to him.

"Its nothing really," Trevor said. "I just do what I do because I enjoy it. Healing is interesting, especially curses and jinxes, the really horrible ones. Being out in it, out in the field, its just amazing."

"Its understandable," Reagan replied. "I do what I do because I like it."

"What do you do?" he asked and laughed. "It must be something cool to get a shiny red star on your ID badge."

Reagan laughed. "I work in the Division of Experimental Magic. I'm a Constructor. I make up spells and charms, and I can break them down."

"That is cool."

"Its really not," Reagan replied. "Its a lot of imagination, and knowledge of magic and how spells work. A lot of Arithmancy, basically."

"That is so cool, Reagan," Trevor said. "Is that what those bubbles were?"

"Oh, the Packing Bubbles? Yeah, Muggles have bubble wrap to help cushion things with, thats where I got the idea."

"You made that up?" he asked.

"Yeah," she replied. "That was one of the first ones I made up. It took me forever. But its not as hard anymore."

"Do something," he said. "Right now, make something up."

"With or without my wand?"

"Without," he said.

"What do you want?" she asked, and he didn't say anything. He just looked at her.

"I want... ice," he said.

"Ice?"

"Yeah, ice."

"With or without a spell?"

"Which ever."

Reagan's first thought was to turn her mouth cold and kiss him, but she didn't think that would be a good idea. But she had another.

"Close you eyes," she instructed and he did. And she turned his mouth cold. "Breath in through your mouth."

"Whoa," he said as he took a breath. She smiled at him.

"Impressed?" she asked, in a teasing way.

"Very," he replied.

"Don't be," she replied and waved her hand, removing the charm. "Its a lot of reading and a lot of practical application and a lot of late nights submerged in books."

"So you're a Constructor," he said.

"I graduated with a major in Magical Ability, and Spells and Charm work, with minors in Dark Magic, and Magical Architecture."

"Thats a lot," he said.

"I am also the new Magical advisor to the Animagents Unit," she said.

"Are you trying to impress me?" he asked.

She grinned. "Not at all."

"Well you did."

"You impressed me too," she said. "You've been busy."

"I had to have something to take my mind off of..." he paused and looked at her, "... well off of things I didn't want to think about."

Reagan looked at her plate. "Trevor, I'm sorry. I... You were the one person I couldn't say good bye to."

"That makes sense," he said in a tone that meant he didn't believe it.

"What did you want me to do?" she asked.

"Say good bye? Tell me in person that you were leaving, not have me find out in a owl alone at my aunt's house."

"And have me break down crying?" she asked. "I couldn't do that."

"Do what Reagan?" Trevor asked. "Show that you actually cared?"

She didn't say anything, and tears threatened to spill over. She had been avoiding this since she left. She didn't want to talk about this.

"I know you did," he said. "I know you cared."

"Trevor, did you notice that my last three years at Hogwarts were a big hard?" she asked, blinking back her tears. "Did you notice that the last person I admitted to caring about died? Did you know that I knew what was going to happen? I knew, Trevor, I knew Josie was going to die. I knew how, I knew where, and I even knew when. I just... I just ignored my gut instinct." Tears were flowing wildly now. She was not over her best friend's death, no matter what she told herself.

"Reagan, there was no way you could have known," Trevor said.

"I did," she said through her tears. "I had a dream about it, and then it happened. I knew. I just didn't want to admit it could happen. And if... if I admit that I cared about you, then you would die too."

"Did you have any bad dreams about me?" Trevor asked. "Did you see me dying?"

"No."

"Then there would be no reason for you to think I might die."

"Trevor, you don't understand," Reagan said, wiping her eyes. "You don't know. You didn't see her die in your dreams the entire school year before she did. You didn't hear her scream in your every night and see her face like that, before and after she was dead."

"You didn't kill her, Reagan," Trevor said.

"I... I know I didn't," she said. "But I could have stopped it."

"No you couldn't," he said. "You can't stop someone from dying if its their time to go."

"Have you ever lost someone close to you?" she asked. "Have you ever lost your best friend?"

"Yeah, Reagan, I have," he said, looking at her seriously. "I lost you. Suddenly you were gone, and there was nothing I could do about it."

Reagan didn't know what to say. She just stared at him.

"I think I should go," he said finally and stood up. He took both their dishes to the sink and stopped, standing with his back to her. She didn't know what to do. She could hear him breathing, a bit irregular and shallow, but he was forcing it under control.

She stood up, walked over to him, and pulled him to her. Wrapping her arms around him, she hugged him, and cried into his shoulder. He put his arms around her and laid his head on her's, his eyes closed.

"Trevor, I meant it when I said you were the most important thing to me," she whispered. "And I know we had something before I left. I don't know what it was, what it could have been, or if it could happen again. But I need you as a friend, Trevor."

He pulled away from her and looked at her, their face inches from each other. She looked into his eyes, remembering their color, then to his lips, wanting so badly to kiss him. He was slowly moving closer, closing the gap between them. She didn't break her eye contact with him, half wanting him to kiss her, half wanting him to stop. Her knees got weak, like they had the very first time he had kissed her, eight years ago. Apparently he was thinking the same thing because he whispered,

"You know, when I did this eight years ago, it didn't change anything between us. Do you think it would change anything now?"

Reagan blinked. "I don't know," she said finally. "Things are different now. We're quite a bit older than we were before."

"True," he

agreed. "Do you want to find out?"

"I... I don't think we should."

"Probably not," he said, but didn't move.

Finally she gave in and melted into him, locking her lips with his. And she remembered. She remembered what kissing him was like, she remembered the way he smelled, the way he felt, though now he was taller and a bit more muscular, but he still felt the same. Her hands found his hair, remembering how soft his hair was, how perfect the nape of his neck was. She remembered the way he tasted, the way he kissed her, the way he made her feel so incredibly special and wanted just by holding her close to him and...

Or thats whats she should have done.

"You're right," he said and she blinked a few times, realizing that it wasn't real, that she hadn't just kissed him. He took a step back and turned towards the door.

"Do you have plans tomorrow night?" she asked. Her next date with Brent wasn't until Tuesday, and tomorrow was Monday.

"Yeah, actually I do," he said, pulling his cloak over his sweater. "I have to work."

"At night?"

"Its a field excursive."

Reagan nodded. "So I guess I'll see you at work tomorrow?"

"Yeah, I guess so," he said.

"Trevor," she said and walked to him in the doorway. "I want us to be friends."

"I know," he said. "I guess thats all we ever were, all we'll ever be. And I can deal with that. Having you as a friend is better than not having you at all." He leaned towards her and kissed her forehead. "Have a nice night, Reagan."

She nodded again and he walked out her door and Disapparated away.

A/N: Review please!!