Blue Eyes and Knock Downs

James Potter's P.O.V

I didn't think I could handle this much longer. No, I didn't think, I knew. I was exhausted, and I was bloody well sure that I was in quite a homicidal mood. I also knew that I shouldn't be taking advantage of my prefect badge, but I needed to take my frustration out somewhere, or on someone.

Ah, a cruel smile broke out across my face. I had spotted the perfect target. Stragglers. First years by the looks of them. They would do.

"What do you think you're doing?!" I didn't even wait for a reply. The poor first years didn't know what hit them. Good. "TEN POINTS FROM HUFFLEPUFF!" Shit. What for? Ah, shit, I didn't have a reason. I couldn't bloody well say it was because my girlfriend, Vivian Valley, had been found in the broom cupboard with Liam Wood, just minutes before. No, that wouldn't be a good enough reason at all.

"James Sirius Potter!" Shit times ten, fantastic. That voice was familiar, too familiar. I turned to explain myself to my cousin Rose Weasley. The first years then took the chance to run. I didn't blame them though, I knew I was being an arsehole.

"Yes Rosie?" I asked trying unsuccessfully to keep the anger from my voice. My cousin raised her thin eyebrows at me, although her soft brown eyes were gentle. That was always a good sign. Maybe I wouldn't need another reason to go drown myself in the lake. Okay, I was being a bit melodramatic, it wasn't that bad. And I was already feeling awful for screaming at the innocent Hufflepuffs. I vowed to find them later, and give them back their points, I'd think of a reason later.

"What do you think you're doing? Yelling at those poor first years. James, it's only the second day of term and you're already taking advantage of your power." Rose frowned at me. Her voice was as soft and gentle as her eyes, you'd never think that only a moment before she had been screaming at me in a classic Aunt Hermione tone.

"Red, I don't know what I'm doing. I'm sorry." Her eyes flared at the use of her childhood nickname, although she tried to hide a smile. Her words truly made him feel guilty, one year younger and only in her fifth year, Rose already had a better idea of how a prefect should act. Way to make me feel worse, if that were possible.

Rose held her hand up. "No, I know what you're doing. You're taking your anger out on everyone but the one person you should! She isn't good for you James, and this isn't something I can ignore any longer." I sighed, it had spread that fast? Hogwarts wasn't exactly a small school, but word practically flooed from one student to another, faster than dad moved whenever Aunt Luna mentioned nargles, whatever the hell those were. I attempted to ignore my cousin's words, even if I knew they were true. It was time to end it with her, and for good this time.

"I know, Rose. I know. I never act like this with girls. I'm James Potter for crying out loud, girls mope over me!" My voice was light and playful, but even I could hear the hurt in it. My favourite cousin smiled up at me as I gave her a one armed hug.

"Always so sure of himself, that James Potter!" She mocked me with a laugh, if she had heard the hurt in my voice, she had chosen to ignore it. For now.

Wewalked to our common room together, separating at the entrance to the boys and girls dorm. Rose looked at me with her soft, knowing eyes. "James, I know it's difficult, but please, try to control yourself, next time. One day you're really going to hurt someone with your words. And the awful thing is, you won't even mean it."

I made my way down to the great all, by myself. Although not by choice, I had asked my best friend, and other favourite cousin to go, but Fred Weasley II had much more important things to do. Like snogging his newest conquest. His word, not mine. Honestly, I wouldn't have been surprised if Viv had been snogging him instead.. No, Fred would never do that to me, unless we had been broken up for at least a year anyway.

I could have used his support though, I knew I'd need it, I was going to officially break up with Vivian. I had assumed that everyone would already know we were over, especially her and for good this time. But apparently when you catch your girlfriend in a broom closet with another bloke it didn't matter, you weren't over unless you said the that you were done. Well, that's what my little sister Lily had told me. Bloody women. I needed to owl dad, maybe the Saviour of the Wizarding World would know what to do with a broken heart, or rather a bruised ego. I hadn't really loved Viv, I realized when I thought about it. Our relationship had been convenient, it had been safe, so my heart couldn't be broken. Viv and I had dated since midway through our fourth year. The pretty Ravenclaw had been eyeing me since second year, but I hadn't really thought about girls asgirls then.

Viv was pretty though, I'd readily admit it, the prettiest in their year. With her long blonde hair, and bright brown eyes, she was gorgeous. (The only girl in the school prettier was my cousin Dom, and she didn't count, we were related.) It had made sense that we dated then, well not to be arrogant, but I was James Potter. First son of Harry Potter, Quidditch chaser and prefect.

"Maybe we should stay together..." I quickly shook my head roughly as if to dispel that thought from my mind. She cheated on me, I thought bitterly, and it's not like it had been the first time.

"I don't even care that much for her." I muttered to myself. She was the prettiest, yes, but she wasn't the nicest. If I had learned anything from my family it was that looks didn't matter. She could be part Veela for all I cared, (consequently Dom was part Veela. Aunt Fleur was too.) Actions spoke louder than words, and far louder than beauty.

I couldn't help but feel a sense of forbidding though, I knew it wouldn't end well, and I knew that I would be the one made into prat in this whole situation.

"Ugh, I'm definitely owling dad later." I really had to stop muttering to myself.

I was far too preoccupied with my own thoughts that I didn't notice another student in my path, well I didn't notice until we were both on the ground.

"I'm sorry, are you okay?" I asked just as a look of pain washed over the girl I had knocked into. I looked a little more closely at her, she was a Gryffindor, that much I knew, well her red and gold tie was a dead give away. She seemed oddly familiar, I just wished I could remember her name. You'd think we were in the same house that I would at least know her name, but I could barely keep track of those in my own year.

"It's okay really. I'm fine James." ." Her voice was soft and musical, and I found myself wanting to hear her say my name again. Bleeding hell. She knew my name, well, everyone did, but that wasn't my point.

"Er, well let me help you up at least, um..I'm sorry but what's your name again?" My cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

"My name is Callena. Indges." That name didn't suit her, it didn't suit the music in her voice. I spoke quickly, and without thinking.

"Well ,that doesn't suit you at all." What was wrong with me? At least she had the decency to blush with me this time.

"Well, my friends call me Lena." That suited her far better. I offered a smile and noticed we still were we had collied with one another, on the ground, thank Merlin there wasn't a crowd. Yet. I bounced to my feet, and offered her my hand this time, my mother had tried to teach me manners. She took it with a grateful look on her face.

All thoughts of Viv were thrown from my mind as I looked at Lena. Well, as I looked down at Lena, I should say. She was short, Merlin, she had to be at least a foot shorter than me, and I wasn't all that tall.. Her blonde hair was everywhere at once, wild and I found myself liking it, her blue eyes were bright, but they lacked a certain sparkle.

"So Lena," I said politely before I left her standing in the hall by herself. "Would you like to walk the rest of the way with me? I'm going to the Great Hall." See. My mother had taught me manners, not that I used them often, but that was besides the point.

"Um, no. I'm sorry. I just ate." Ah well. I said goodbye, not quite disappointed, but not really happy either. I must have been stuck somewhere in between. We said our goodbyes, and I walked the rest of the way to dinner thinking about the food I would soon eat, not the breakup scene I would have to endure. Yes, I was quite sure I was over that beautiful hag now.

" YOU CANNOT DUMP ME. NO. I WON'T ALLOW IT. NO ONE DUMPS ME." Viv was screaming at me. How had I ever thought she was pretty, I mused. She was a hag, and not even a beautiful, as I had previously thought. Why had I wasted two perfectly good years of my life on her? Two years I unfortunately wouldn't get back. We had taken our "discussion" to the Entrance Hall. Her idea actually, I'm sure she somehow thought that she'd gain sympathy, now she seemed more than willing to escape most of the stares. She couldn't have anyone think poorly of her.

"Viv, I think I just did, and I'm afraid there isn't anything you can do about. Why don't you try going for a snog with Liam, I'm sure he could make you feel loads better." And with that I had left, well I had tried to leave. I attempted it and then she had started screaming about ME cheating, and how I would pay in the long run. Ha, not like I hadn't had the chance, I had, had plenty of offers.

I rolled my eyes as I turned to face her once more. I was a few steps above her, on the staircase.

"Vivian, doll. I've had more offers than you could ever imagine. Your best friend Ari was one of many. But I had more respect for you, and I have more respect for myself."

And with that I left, really this time, I left with the final word, and I had left her with all the anger I had felt this morning, she wasn't worth it. I could care less about Vivian Valerie Valley. (What were her parents thinking?!) My ego was still a bit bruised, but my thoughts were going elsewhere. No not to Fred who undoubtedly shagging his new lady in the broom closet, nor was it of the poor Hufflepuff's I still needed to reward, I didn't even think about the letter I kept telling myself I'd write to dad. No, my thoughts were on headed towards the true beauty of this school.

A tiny blonde headed girl, who had a musical voice, and a name that had suited her, and only her. I smiled the entire way to my dormitory, and I smiled as I fell asleep thinking of all the ways that I, James Potter II, could make her eyes sparkle with life.


A/N: Cheesy, I know. But you now know of James! (I love my James...) Hope you liked it, happy days!