"So are you leaving?" Daemon asked.

"You don't have to sound quite so pleased," Lily said, attempting to keep her tone light.

"I'm not," he said. "Its just that…I don't like hurting you."

"I know," she said.

"Where are you going?" he asked. "Because I mean I can move out y'know. I mean I don't mind."

"I've got a reservation at the Smiling Hippogriff," she said. "I didn't really fancy going to stay with Mum and Dad."

"Will you be alright?" he asked. His expression was a little difficult to read. Lily wasn't sure if he was upset she was leaving or glad he could finally go after Lucy again.

"I'll be fine," she said, with more confidence than she felt. "You take care of yourself."

He walked up to her and gently kissed her on the head. "You too," he said quietly.

As she left she felt an odd wrenching feeling in her gut. The door shut behind her and she knew this chapter in her life was done forever.

The Smiling Hippogriff wasn't a very fancy hotel so she was rather surprised to see her sister-in-law at the reception area. Sophie wasn't exactly Lily's favourite person but as she walked through the glass doors she figured that she had better say hello. Before she could do that her brother walked up to Sophie and quickly kissed her neck. And that wouldn't be a problem except for the fact that it was the wrong brother.

Lily blinked several times before she determined that what she was seeing was actually Albus Potter kissing his brother's wife. Then she felt slightly sick. What on earth was Al playing at? She wondered if they had seen her, but they seemed to wrapped up in each other to notice anything else.

Of all the stupid things that tosser could do, she fumed in her head. Sophie? Really? It had been bad enough when James married that slag, now she had to go and screw up Lily's other brother too.

At the back of her mind Lily knew she was being rather unfair. After all Al didn't look like he was being coerced into anything he didn't want and it does take two to tango but she just didn't like Sophie at all. And Al wasn't cheating on anyone unlike her.

Well he is sleeping with his brother's wife, the little voice in the back of her head said. That doesn't exactly seem like an honourable thing to do.

Lily waited until they had left (no doubt to have highly immoral sex) before she went to the reception area and got the keys to her room.

She sat on her bed, the sight she had just witnessed in the lobby effectively ensuring she didn't think about the depressing situation she was currently in. Should she tell James? Should she just leave it be? Or should she yell at Al a little because what he was doing was so far out of line she doubted he could even see the line anymore. I mean she knew she had done some pretty messed up things in her time. She had kissed her cousin's boyfriend once or twice. Though as she had recently found out, it was before they were actually together. But she had thought they were together so that was bad wasn't it? She had cheated on her boyfriend (not Daemon of course) but then he had cheated on her too so she guessed that made them even. But still, she had never slept with anyone married. Especially none of her family member's spouses. But then Sophie and James were different than other people. They rarely attempted to keep their affairs a secret. It had shocked everyone first, especially her poor Gran but they had all gotten used to it over time. Still she highly doubted James would be pleased his wife was screwing his brother. And they weren't even trying to hide it particularly hard. I mean what if she had been a reporter? She had to have a discussion with her brother. She just wasn't sure which one.

James, completely unaware of what was going on on the other side of the country was currently having the time of his life wearing the Puddlemere blue. Despite the rest of his team groaning about the fact that there was so much mud and rain flying around they could hardly see, he had never felt more alive.

He had missed Quidditch. Real Quidditch, not the crap they played in America. He had missed the stakes, missed the knowledge that though he was probably the best player on the pitch there were plenty of others who could give him a run for his money.

As he gently landed on the ground, Quaffle in hand he was met by the grouchy looks of his teammates, who had all gathered under the stands.

"What?" he asked with a laugh.

"You're making us look bad mate," Will Broadhurst said with a mock scowl. "No one else ever wants to be out in this weather."

"You try playing Quidditch with a bunch of yanks," James said. And then trust me. You'll miss this."

"Of course," Gwendolyn Feeney said with a smile. "After all who likes being clean. Not me certainly."

"Ah Gwenny my love," James said. "You haven't even seen dirt yet. You should try coming to one of my parties. You won't get the dirty feeling out for months."

"Is that an invitation James Potter?" she asked flirtily.

"Of course it is," he said, deciding in about two seconds that he was throwing a party. "Everyone can come by my place Saturday. I'll send you an owl with directions."

"You weren't going to throw a party were you?" an amused voice said after everyone else had left.

"Not exactly planning on it," James said, just noticing the skinny medi-witch who had been picking up her supplies.

"You don't seem like the sort of person who plans much stuff," she said.

"I'm not really," he said, liking the look of the pale, rather scrawny looking girl. "You wouldn't want to come to my party would you?"

"You don't even know my name," she said, with a laugh.

"I wouldn't mind finding out," he said.

"Fine," she said. "Its Gladys. But if you call me Gladys I will punch you. And I won't even bother healing you after that."

"So what should I call you then?" he asked, liking her more and more.

"You can call me Lee," she said. "It sounds enough like a first name so people don't find it weird."

"Okay Lee," James said. "Do you want to come to my party?"

"I think I'll give it a miss," she said, her brown eyes impish. "I don't exactly fancy waking up not remembering my own name, and I feel like that's quite likely at one of your parties."

"Well if you change your mind," James said. "My door is always open."

"Along with your fly," Lee muttered, and then looked rather shocked that she had said it.

"What was that?" James asked, distinctly amused.

"Oh nothing," she said waving her hand. "But I reckon you should get into the showers. That is unless you'd prefer I treat you for hypothermia."

a/n: So here you go. A little more Sophie and James, who this story was originally meant to be about. I guess I just really like Rose and Scorpius and can't seem to let go of them. I've actually been thinking and I think this story might be even longer than This 'Aint A Scene. Just 'cause that one (despite some deviations) was mostly only focused on Rose and Scorpius. This one is about the three Potters and Rose. So I do hope thats okay. And I also promise to try and not take massive breaks. Though I do think I've been doing quite well lately. Anyway tell me what you think :)