Disclaimer: If I had a magic lamp and a genie that would grant me three wishes, I would wish for me owning Harry Potter, me owning Harry Potter, and me owning Harry Potter.

Now where is that magic lamp…?

Holy Cow! I leave for a weekend and my reviews double! What is going on? I would like to thank purplepanda7 for reviewing, even though you said that you don't like reviewing.

This one is for all of you who have stuck with me this whole time. I know I can be annoying at times.

I shot up in a cold sweat, trying to figure out where I was. I slowly realized I was lying on my bed in my room. I put my head in my hands and shook my head, trying to get rid of the horrible images in my head. The nightmare I had was one I was trying to forget. It was the terrible memory of the night my parents died. I was over at my sister's boyfriend's house, trying to talk some sense into her, but when I got back to my home, the Dark Mark loamed above it. Death Eaters had attacked and killed my parents while I was gone.

I sat up and got out of bed. I still had an hour until I had to get to work, so went in the bathroom and hopped into the shower.

As the water ran over my body, I let my mind wander, and began to rethink what all happened yesterday. I went to Diagon Alley just to get a drink, but everything changed when I followed the cloaked man out of the Leaky Cauldron. It turned out to be James Potter, leading the Death Eaters on a raid. I personally dueled him, every second risking my life. He tricked me once, making me avoid some of his curses, unknowingly sending them into shop windows and injuring people, luckily not killing any. He then tried to persuade me into joining Voldemort. When I mentioned that Death Eaters caused my parents death, the expression on his face stunned me. The anguish and pain made me want to reach out to him and comfort him. I almost begged him to stop the chaos, but he just left, but not after smiling and winking at me.

I strange emotion shot through my body as I remembered his parting look. I took it to be fear. He was an intimidating person and anyone would be afraid of him. He was cunning when he wanted to be, and incredibly talented with a wand. I couldn't help but remember that look of pain when I mentioned my parent's death. His parents had suffered the same fate as mine, but James had witnessed it. I wish I knew why he chose that life.

I stepped out of the shower and got dressed. Maybe work will distract me from all of this. I could only hope so.

I was wrong. Work only made me think of him even more then I could imagine. Moody called me into his office the moment I got in and began to drill me with questions along with the other Aurors that were there. I answered them truthfully, but I guess I forgot to mention our passing words and his parting glance. What? He never asked a question that would bring it up. I listened to other Aurors accounts of the attack too. I ignored the number of casualties and wounded. I didn't need to know that.

I could feel anger seethe from the others. We had failed to capture any Death Eaters. We had been very close when they almost caught James, but his swift departure startled many. I should have Stunned him when I had the chance, but a part of me didn't have the heart to attack him when he was deep in his own memories.

"The Prophet is having a field day with the entire thing, saying that we should have known that Diagon Alley was a target, when the fact is, no one would have known. There are so many places they could have attacked." Moody said, trying to keep his voice blank and emotionless, but failed miserably.

"Are you kidding me?" One of the Aurors shouted. "It was obvious, and we didn't expect it. We should have known they were going to attack a place that we knew was too protected for them to attack. We underestimated them, and know we have innocent lives, including young children, gone because of our mistake!"

Everyone was silent. Nobody, including Mad-Eye, could answer that. We all knew it to be true.

The rest of the day was uneventful and depressing, so I left early to clear my head. I apparated just outside my house. My house was one of the few places that I could relax and get away. It was a two story, white house that I had bought tow years ago. It had two bedrooms, a bathroom on each floor and was beautiful all around. The best part was that it also came with about 10 acres of forest in the backyard and very few neighbors. There were a few paths that wove through the property and I loved to walk through them, just admiring the beauty of the woods.

I walked inside and through myself into one of the comfy chairs I had in the living room. Gwendolynn, my pure-white cat, jumped onto my lap and began to purr like a lawn mower. I stroked her unconsciously as my mind drifted back to James Potter again. I couldn't help but remember his handsome face with that small smile directed at me. That strange feeling went through me again.

Just then, Gwendolynn jumped out of my lap and sped out of the room. I stood up and followed her, wondering what was wrong with her. I found her in the kitchen at the door that led to the backyard and the woods. She was yowling and scratching at the door, trying to get out. She then jumped up, pulled the lever, and opened the door before I could stop her. I didn't know she could do that?

I ran after Gwendolynn, calling after her. She ignored my calls and dashed straight into the woods. A stab of fear entered my heart. I was always of her getting lost in the woods. I could just barely make her out running through the woods, her white fur standing out in the dark woods. I followed her deeper into the woods, getting farther and farther away from my house. The sun was setting quickly and I began to worry that I wouldn't make it home before it got dark.

Just before I was about to give up, I ran straight into an open meadow in the woods. The tall grass swayed in the wind and the last rays of sun shone desperately through the meadow. In the center of the meadow, there was a tall boulder, and on top of it, was Gwendolynn. I quickly made my way to my rebellious cat and say that she wasn't even facing me. I walked around the boulder to see what had her attention when I gasped when I saw what my cat was looking at.

It was beautiful white stag. It stood well over my head and had an enormous set of antlers. My sudden sound caught its attention and it slowly turned its great head in my direction. It held its head up high, sizing me up. I slowly took a step towards the animal, reaching my hand out ever so slightly, not wanting to scare it away. It didn't move. I was a few feet away when it closed the gap between us. I gently touched its great head, marveled by how tame it was. It's soft, hazel eyes gazed into mine, relaxed by my touch. I could have stood there forever, stroking the great creature, but it turned its head away quickly, looking off into the surrounding forest. Then, with amazing grace, it ran off into the forest, not looking back. I stared after it in amazement, but something soft rubbing against my leg woke me from my trance. It was Gwendolynn. I smiled and I picked her up.

I walked back towards my home, not thinking about James Potter, but about the great animal I had encountered.

Well, you probably know that she was thinking about James, but she didn't know it. Aren't I sneaky?

Gwendolynn is actually my cousin's name, so I just had to have her name in the story somehow, even if it is just a cat.

I've got to go. I have volleyball practice and I don't want to make my coach mad. She thinks I am really sassy, but I think it's just me using too much sarcasm.

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