AN. Sorry it's just a tad more profane. This is Sirius's POV. Enjoy! (Tell me who's POV you'd like next, I'm willing to do almost anyone)

Some days are just pure shit. And I'm sorry to tell you that today was one of those days. The days when the girl you actually thought something could work out with dumps you, saying, "Really, Sirius, you're just not the type of guy anyone wants to spend the rest of their life with." Well gee thanks sweetheart; it didn't quite seem that way last night when you were sucking my face off. My fault, sorry, must have misread the signals. It was the kind of day when you find out that your brother has been a Deatheater for six bloody months and you only find out because you get a letter from your parents telling you to follow in his example.

Have you ever had one of those days? Let me just tell you, it's like getting hit by a bludger over and over again until you can't take a single breath. Hurts. And you know the icing on top of the cake made for Sirius's day from hell, no one noticed. I mean I can see the stares. And most everyone in the school knows that Mary broke up with me. But James hasn't said a single word. Hasn't come up to ask me what's wrong. Nothing. I can see him now talking quietly to Rose in the back of the potions classroom. Comparing notes from last class or something stupid and studious. The last thing I want right now is to be sitting still in a classroom.

I want so badly to punch something. At the moment preferably James face, but anything would do. I clutched the wooden table, anything to distract me from the insane urge to pound my best mates face off. Old Sluggie enters, carrying a bowl of pineapple disgustingness and talking to himself. Stupid, useless old man. But even I can admit that he makes good potions.

"Today, class," Slughorn said, clearing his throat, wiping his fingers on the front of his robe and setting his bowl aside, "We're going to be starting the month long project of making the very complex Polyjuice Potion."

He smiled widely as if we should all be jumping around and skipping. Move on with your class, who bloody cares?

"I have already chosen your partners for the assignment and I expect no complaints on who you'll be working with. Are we clear?"

He glared down at us in a way that somehow still managed to feel completely unthreatening. As if he would even.

"Harrow, Evans," he called out loudly.

I could see Lily scowling at Jalen, who she was sitting next to, mentally saying, save me from anyone that's somewhat related to Potter, and Rose was giving James a wistful look as if to say, I would rather be with you. Rose slid into the seat beside Lily though giving her room mate a polite smile. Lily returned it, but it was easy to tell that neither's heart was in it. James got to be with Jalin, who was a horrible potions maker. Worse than James himself, she'd melted two cauldrons, just in the last year. I could see him wincing as Jalin moved to sit beside him.

And because today was my day from hell you can guess who my partner was can't you? Mary smiled a polite, but completely false smile as she slid awkwardly into the seat next to me.

"He-"

"Don't even bother."


Class was finally over and all I wanted to do was sleep. Sleep all the rest of the day and never come down again. But fate once again intervened in on my happiness. I'd no sooner plopped down on my bed that the door opened. James walked in, a bag of books slung on his arms and a carefree smile on his face. The moment he entered I leaped from the bed, an insane rage grabbing a hold of me. I swung my fist around and my hand connected hard with his face.

"Oww," he said, rubbing his check where my hand had hit, "What the hell, mate?"

And then suddenly I was sobbing. It was one of the most embarrassing things I've ever done. But I didn't have the strength to do anything but clutch James's back and sob my eyes out. I make it a point that no one ever sees me cry. Only two people had ever seen me cry. James and Regulus. It had been Regulus that had always been my support system at home. I'd always put on a brave face for him though, hadn't let him know how much our parents had bothered me. Probably put on too strong of a brave face. Didn't get the message that I hated those scum bags.

"Are you alright?" he asked, when I was just sniffling like a girl.

That set me into great fits of hilarity. I was barking. Laughing full out. James chuckled, watching me with weary eyes.

"Today has been my day from hell," I finally managed to chock out

"Yeah, mate. I'm sorry, I heard about you and Mary. I really thought you two were going to make it."

"Yeah, so did I. Big loss, whatever," I tried to say it flippantly, so that it didn't sound like it really hurt. But James knew me better than that.

He shrugged, "She wasn't the one. You'll find her. Someone who's really right for you."

"Is that why you're still waiting for Lily? Maybe she isn't the one."

He looked startled. Hazel eyes widened in surprise.

"She's the one," but he said it hesitantly, as if he wasn't even sure anymore. Good. I liked Rose better.

"What if Rose is the one and you're letting her slip through your fingers by still sticking to Lily? Ever thought of that? 'Cause your tearing her apart, mate. You have to know that."

Best to stay away from my problems. Keep talking about James's. That helped. What I didn't expect was the sudden pained expression that crossed James's face. I hadn't suspected that he was hurting as much as Rose was. Worse maybe. He ran a tired hand through his hair and it stuck up in a way that made him look more insane.

"I've thought of it every second I'm with her. But it's different with Lily; there is no way to explain it. She's so beautiful in a way that I really just can't describe. But Rose…," he sighed, as if she were unexplainable, "she's the perfect girl for me. I know that. But I just don't love her. Even when I really, really want to."

I looked at him. The pained expression in his hazel eyes, begging me to understand. Not to judge him. And I didn't. Not really. I wasn't one to advise on girl troubles. And suddenly I couldn't keep it inside myself for one second longer.

"Regulus is a deatheater."

James just stared at me for a second, and then comprehension appeared in his eyes and he just sunk into the bed beside me. He wasn't sympathetic, I appreciated that more than I could say, he was just James.

"Sorry, that really sucks."

And that was the end of it. Things were really simple with James. We understood each other enough that he didn't need to say anything else. I got it.

"Sorry about your face man, you look like crap."

He touched his bruised cheek with his hand.

"Will you kiss it and make it better?" he asked me, widening his eyes trying to look innocent.

I puckered my lips.

"Oh, come here you," I said fluttering my eyelashes.

And then we were laughing. Not necessarily at the stupid joke. Just at the joy of being friends. Which sounds really stupid and cliché and it is. But it was nice. Just for a moment, it was like any normal day. Toodaloo day from hell won't miss you.