“You know, you don’t have to be here.” James whispered in my ear. “I know Al and Lily can be a pain.”

“They’re fine.” I said. “I adore your siblings. They’re so much fun.”

James rolled his eyes at my comment. He didn’t get it. James loved his siblings but he also saw then as annoying little prats. I was an only child. I never had that joy of having younger siblings. I always wanted at least one but my parents made it clear that I would be their only child. They weren’t very fond of the concept of caring for a child. It’s amazing I made it to be sixteen. Since I started dating James last year, the Potter’s have kind of taken me in as their adoptive daughter. I saw Lily and Al as the little siblings I never got.

“I know you do.” James said with a smile. “It’s one of the many things I love about you.”

I sat down on my bed, the same spot where James was sitting. I looked around my childhood bedroom. Everything was exactly how I left it when I went to go stay with the Potters. The house was dead. No signs of life.

Until today.

I didn’t want to go back to the Potters Manor. I was filled with guilt. How would they react to me? How would they be able to handle the fact that I could go back to their home but their son/brother didn’t? I couldn’t I just couldn’t force myself to go.

I walked over to my closet and yanked a sweatshirt off the hanger. It was James’s quidditch one. I peeled my tee shirt off and slipped James’s hoodie over my head. It smelled just like him. I made my way back over to my bed, crawling under the covers. I pulled the blanket up towards my neck, making myself into a little burrito blanket. It made me feel safe. I needed to feel safe.

I felt the tears roll down my cheek and dampen my pillow.

“These parties are so boring.” Thirteen-year-old Lily complained. “They’re the exact same thing every single year.”

“I think it’s fascinating.” I said. “I’ve never been to a Ministry Ball before.”

“It’s boring.” Lily responded. “There’s just a bunch of stuffy old people who drink champagne and talk about how successful they are.”

“Yeah, but you never had me.” I said with a smirk on my face. “I’m pretty interesting.”

“Thank Merlin.” Lily said. “I don’t know why James hasn’t brought you to one of these events before. They’re always asking if he has a girlfriend. He tells them he doesn’t want to scare you away.”

“Or maybe he’s hiding another secret relationship from me.” I laughed, looking over at my boyfriend.  

“I’m just not ready to share you with the world baby.” James responded, wrapping his arm around my waist. “I just want to keep you all to myself.”

“You two are so in love…it’s sickening.” Lily commented, clasping her necklace around her neck.

James just smiled and planted a light kiss on my lips.

I just laid in my bed, unable to move. James used to be so in love with me. He was so sweet and careful with me.

“I figured you guys wouldn’t want me around.”

 “I don’t.” James replied.

His words rang in my ears. I don’t. I don’t. I don’t. He didn’t want me there. I couldn’t bear to see him in pain. I couldn’t force him to have to see me every day. I loved him…no, I love him. I just want to do what’s best for him.

I nestled my head into my folded arms, inhaling James’s scent off his hoodie. I already missed the smell of him.


I drew my legs closer to my chest. I knew that voice. I didn’t want to face that voice. If I stayed quiet enough, maybe he would think I’m not here and leave.


I could hear him opening doors as he made his way through the house. It would only be a matter of time before he found me. I listened as my bedroom door creaked open.

“Isabelle, there you are.”

I wasn’t going to look at him. I couldn’t look at him. I didn’t want to see the look of hate and disgust on his face.

“Isabelle, darling, you need to come back to the house.”

“No.” I whimpered, staring at the blank wall in front of me.

“You have to.”

I rolled over in my bed to come face to face with Harry Potter. I looked up at him. He didn’t look like he was disgusted and filled with hate. He looked concerned and worried.

“I can’t.” I cried. “James hates me. He doesn’t want me back there.”

Harry sat on the edge on my bed and pulled me over to him. His embrace was warm, like a father comforting his upset daughter. I let myself fall into his embrace, accepting his fatherly act.

I walked out of Lily’s room and over to Al’s. James and his brother were finishing getting ready over there, leaving Lily and I to do whatever beauty primping we need. I gently tapped on the door before walking into Al’s room.


James turned around. His eyes ran over my body and a silly grin broke out on his face.

“Bloody hell,” He whispered. “You look gorgeous.”

I blushed, looking down at the floor. I was wearing a floor length, strapless white dress. The slip under my dress stopped at mid-thigh, the see through lacey pattern going all the way now. The dress shimmered with sparkles every time I moved. My hair was curled and half pinned up, the other half falling gently over my shoulders. My makeup with modest, some mascara, eyeliner, and some shimmering white eyeshadow to complement my dress.

“You don’t look too bad yourself.” I said with a smile.

James just grinned at me. He held his arm out for me to take and he guided me down the hall way.

“Mum will want to get some pictures of us before we head out.” He whispered in my ear. “I want to be able to show the world how beautiful my perfect girlfriend is.”

Am I still perfect now?

“James doesn’t hate you.” Harry said, rubbing his hand up and down my back.

His actions were soothing, comforting.

“How can you even manage to look at me?” I asked. “I killed your son.”

“No.” Harry said sternly. “You did not kill Albus. That women ran the stop sign, she’s the one who killed Albus.”

“James didn’t want us in that car.” I whispered. “He told me to be careful and I wasn’t. He can’t even look at me.”

I could feel the tears coming back up. The ball in my throat made it hard to swallow.

“James is upset.” Harry responded. “We all are, including you. I know my son, I know how much he loves you. Give him time to grieve and heal. He’ll come around. He needs you.”

Ginny gushed over James and I, taking at many pictures as she possibly could. I didn’t mind. I was happy, James was happy and that was all I needed.

“Oh, this is beautiful.”

Ginny handed me the picture to look at. James was smiling at the camera, his arm wrapped around my waist. I had one arm around his waist, my other hand resting on his chest. Instead of looking at the camera, I was smiling up at James. You could see me giggling as the picture went through it movements.

“Can I keep this?” I asked.

“Of course dear.” Ginny responded.

I looked over at the picture frame on my bedside table. It was one of James and I from the Ministry Ball last year. It was one of my favorite pictures of us.

“I hope he can.”

“Please, come home Isabelle.” Harry whispered.

He got up off my bed and held his hand out. Slowly, I took it and let him pull me out of the bed. I heard the loud crack and felt the awful tug of apparition. We landed in the Potters’ kitchen.

I could only hope that James will come around.  


Author’s Note- Chapter three! I hope you guys enjoyed this one. I’ve been working hard on trying to make the chapters longer so please bear with me as I grow as a writer.  

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