Chapter 9 : Alone
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“The feast’s starting soon.” Said a quiet voice. James turned to see Albus had entered the room.
“I’m not hungry,” James mumbled as he turned back to the window, “but you go.”
“You sure?” Al asked knowing the answer.
With that Albus left the room, and James was alone again. After standing there a while longer, he turned his back on the window and left the tower. As James walked through the castle, he found it deserted. Everyone had gone to the feast in the Great Hall. This was confirmed when he reached the Entrance Hall and clearly heard the noise from the feast as he walked by. He stopped for a moment and looked at everyone else. They were talking and laughing without a car in the world.
James continued to walk into the grounds, not stopping again until he reached the lake and sat down on a rock. He was cold and wet, normal he hated these feelings, but this was how he felt when he last had Mia. Only this wasn’t enough, though. He WASN’T in the arctic, he WASN’T on the verge of freezing, and he DIDN’T have Mia.
“Hello,” said a scared girls voice near James, who turned around in shock.
James slapped himself hard across the face when he saw her, and he felt the pain of it, but didn’t care.
For Mia was standing in front of him with soaked auburn hair and all. Only there was something different about her and something in his mind was telling him this wasn’t her.
“”I saw you come out here, and you looked all depressed,” She explained, “you don’t usually seem that way so I followed to make sure you were okay.”
“Do I know you?” He asked.
“I’m in like half of your classes,” she said, “I’m Mia Dowson, and you’re James Potter. Right?”
“Yeah James said, now recognizing her as a Ravenclaw in his year, “This is an odd question, but has your family had any association with the Titanic?”
“Actually, yes,” Mia explained, “My great-great grandmother was on it with grandmother and older sister. I’m actually named after her sister. There’s a few pictures of my great great grandma and apparently she looked just like her sister.” She paused before adding, “My grandma says I look just like both of them.”
“Wow,” James said, “Sorry, I just had to know.”
“It’s alright,” Mia said, “I love the story so much, it’s been passed down for a whiled. It’s really a beautiful story.”
“Really?” James said unable to believe something that had caused him so much pain could be beautiful.
“Absolutely,” She said, “She met a guy named James, and the thing I love is that they both risked their lives for each other. She was in a lifeboat, but jumped out to stay with James.”
“Sounds like one of those romance novels.” He pointed out.
“I know, it’s hard to believe something like that can actually happen.” Mia said, “I’m sorry, I’m rambling.”
“It’s fine,” James said.
Although he was still depressed he felt a little better.
After awhile James went back inside. He was cold and soaked through. Mia had left a little bit ago to meet up with her sister, so James was alone again. Many people were leaving the Great Hall now, and they all seemed to notice James as he walked by, but he didn’t care. Now all he wanted to do was get up to his dormitory and attempt to sleep.
When James awoke that next morning he got up and packed his stuff. Ordinarily he wasn’t a morning person, but now he felt changed after his experience on the Titanic. When the last of his possessions were packed he left the dorm for the last time.
James felt himself going more slowly as he went through the common room and corridors. He was now more aware of the fact that he may never return then ever before.
“You’re gonna miss the place, aren’t you?” said a voice from behind James, who didn’t need to look to know it was Rose.
“Yeah,” He said.
“Can you promise me something?” Rose asked, “promise me that when you’re out on your own you’ll take care of yourself.”
“I promise,” James said, “After this whole experience I realize more then ever that you really can’t know what tomorrow holds. You never know when the coarse of you’re whole life is about to be altered. You never know if you’ll find or loose love.”
“You never know.” Rose quoted, “Life’s thrown at you and you never know when there will be a bump in the road.”
“Exactly,” James said as they walked out of the castle, “look, Rosie, thanks for everything, but can I just be alone with my thoughts?”
Rose nodded and walked over to Scorpius, who was standing just outside the oak front door. She took his hand and they made their way to a carriage together, while James found one on his own. Once he was inside he closed the door and sat alone. The carriage started to move and it finally stopped at Hogsmeade Station.
When James stepped out he took his time walking to the train, wanting to take everything about the village in since he didn’t know when he’d see it again. When he finally reached the train he found a compartment to himself. Everyone seemed to take the hint that he wanted to be alone. This actually surprised him because he didn’t usually like solitude, but it was different now.
The train ride was all a blur. It was hours of James sitting alone in the compartment depressed. Even though he hadn’t know Mia existed a few days ago he couldn’t imagine life without her. Finally the train came to a stop in Kings Cross Station. James got his trunk and proceeded onto the platform and through the barrier. He found his parents, who were quick to notice his strange behavior.
“What’s wrong, James?” His father, Harry, asked.
“Nothing,” He lied.
“There’s something bothering you.” His mother, Ginny, stated firmly.
“No there isn’t,” James lied again, “I’m going to go wait in the car.” With that he left and found their muggle car in the parking lot.
As James left, Albus and Lily came up to their parents.
“Do you two know what’s wrong with your brother?” Ginny asked.
“He’s-erm- Just really upset he’s done with school.” Albus said, but he knew before he even finished his sentence that they didn’t believe him.
“Do you three have something you want to tell us?” Harry asked.
“No,” Al and Lily answered together.
“Let’s just go home,” Ginny said, “We can continue this conversation there.”
Harry and Ginny led the way to the car, which James was already in. Albus and Lily climbed into the backseat with James, and Harry drove them home. The car trip passed unusually quietly. James was usually the one starting conversations, but now he didn’t have anything he wanted to share with his parents.
When they finally arrived home James got out of the car and went inside first. He went up do his room and flopped down on his bed staring at the ceiling. This was the worst he’d felt in his life. James couldn’t even put how he felt into words. There was a knock on the door and Albus came in with two trunks.
“You left your stuff in the car.” He said as he dropped James’ on the ground.
“Thanks,” He replied bluntly.
“James, are you okay?” Albus asked.
“Do I look okay to you?” James retorted.
“Sorry, standard question.” Al said, “But, I guess what I really wanted to know is if you were going to dwell on this for the rest of your life?”
“What kind of question is that?” James asked.
“I just mean that you can’t dwell in the past.” Albus explained, “Yes, you have every right to be upset, but you’ll have to move on at some point.”
“I will move on at a time that pleases me.” James snapped.
“I’m not going to rush you into getting over her,” He said, “but you will at some point. I’m also a little afraid that you might try to find an exact clone of her.”
“I won’t do that,” James reassured him, “but I will greave for a while.”
“I respect that.” Al said.
A/N: So, what do you think? I'm thinking one more chapter then this story's done.
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