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The Ship of Dreams by ladybobcat54
Chapter 10 : One Year Later
 
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James was on his way to his parents house to greet Albus and Lily. The two boys were planning on taking a muggle car on a road trip and were going to leave the next week, but now all he wanted to do was see his siblings.

When James first walked into the house he thought it was empty, until he heard voices coming from the backyard. He walked through the kitchen and out the screen door into the backyard, where he found his parents and siblings. Lily ran up to her brother and hugged him tightly. When his sister finally released him, James hugged his mother and greeted his father and brother.

The family sat out on the back patio for several hours, and when he saw the time James decided he should go back to his apartment. When he got there he found it in it’s usual disorganized state. The place was an absolute pigsty, but James liked it this way as he knew where every thing was. There had been a time a few months ago where his mother had cleaned it while he was away, and James hadn’t been able to find a thing for weeks.

The single bedroom was the same as the rest of the house. James got ready for bed and when he sat down he looked at the picture of his girlfriend: Mia Dowson. There were several differences between Mia Dowson and her great-great grandmothers older sister, but James liked many of them. The only downside to going on a road trip with his brother was that he wouldn’t see allot of Mia.

~~~

James awoke the next morning, and when he walked into the kitchen he found Mia there making breakfast.

“What are you doing here?” He asked, surprised.

“I thought I’d surprise you and make you breakfast.” She explained, “I might be closer to being done if you would clean this place once in a while.”

“I like it the way it is,” James responded, “I know where everything is.”

“That makes one of us.” Mia said smiling, “Where’s the other spatula?”

“Okay, so I don’t know where everything is,” He explained, “but I do know where the important stuff is.”

“Anyway,” Mia said, “part of the reason I’m here is to say goodbye.”

“What do you mean?” James asked fearfully.

“I mean I’m going to France with my parents and we leave in a few hours.” She explained.

“Okay,” James said relaxing now, “don’t scare me like that. And I thought you weren’t going to go with your parents?”

“I wasn’t,” Mia explained, “but since you’re going to with Al all summer I decided to go with them.”

“Alright, I get I now.” He said.

“Good, but since I won’t be seeing you…” She moved closer to him as she said it and finished her sentence by pressing her lips to his.

When they broke apart, James caught sight of the stove. Whatever had been in the frying pan had ignited. Mia turned around and saw the food ablaze. She quickly pulled out her wand and put out the flames by shooting water on them. When the flames were out the frying pan was filled with a blackened, burned (and now wet)…something.

“It’s ruined!” Mia said sadly as she took the pan from the stove.

“No it’s not,” James said half heartedly, and he put a piece into his mouth and forced it down, “yum, what good…bacon?”

“They were scrambled eggs.”

“That’s what I said.” He stated plainly, and Mia smiled before looking at her watch.

“Oh, I’ve got to go meet my parents to make sure everything’s ready to go.” She said.

“Oh…okay.” James said sadly.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t stay longer,” Mia said, “I’d be able to, but since my parents are muggles we have to take a plane.”

“Alright, well, have a nice trip.” He said, kissing her one last time before she left.

James waved his wand and the burned eggs vanished. He grabbed a box of cereal out of the cupboard. As he ate he could still smell the burned eggs. He looked around the room and could tell she’d been struggling to find things. Now that he thought about it he was surprised she’d gone to the trouble to make him breakfast. She’d tried once before and couldn’t find a thing.

~~~

Rose walked out of her bedroom of her parents house she was in the process of finding an apartment, but had had no luck at this point. As she walked by her brothers door she banged on it loudly.

“Hugo!” She shouted, “Get up!”

“No,” His voiced responded weakly from the other side of the door.

She laughed as she went downstairs to the kitchen, where her mother was making breakfast.

“Morning, Rosie.” She said brightly.

“Morning,” Rose said, with equal happiness.

The two women talked for the next few minutes. They stopped when Hugo came in. It was obvious he’d just rolled out of bed and couldn’t care less how he looked.

“You woke me up,” He said bluntly to his sister, “Again!” He added fiercely.

“I know,” she said happily.

“Freaks,” He said loudly to his sister and mother.

“Why are we freaks?” Rose asked innocently.

“Morning people!” Hugo said, “People like me HATE being around you in the morning!”

“Deal with it!” She snapped, “If you’re going to be this way you should stay in bed!”

“You woke me!” He protested, “It’s times like this I feel bad for Scorpius.” He paused before adding, “Does Dad know about that, yet? It’s been a year after all.”

Rose bit her lip, but didn’t answer.

“He doesn’t,” Hugo said loudly coming out of his morning fog.

“Hugo!” Hermione said sternly, and then turned to her daughter, “You should tell him soon, though. It’s only a matter of time until he finds out the hard way.”

“Like Hugo telling?” Rose asked angrily.

“That’s a good idea!” Hugo said excitedly.

“Hugo!” The two women shouted.

“I’ll tell him,” rose reassured her mother as she smacked her brother in the back of the head, “After I find an apartment.”

“We talking weeks, months, or years?” Hugo asked laughing, earning him another slap from his sister.

“Both of you, that’s enough!” Hermione shouted.

“Sorry, Mum.” Hugo said flatly.

“No, you’re not.” She retorted.

There was silence while Hermione finished making breakfast. When they started to eat the silence was finally broken.

“Where’s Dad, anyway?” Hugo asked.

“He had to go into work early.” Hermione explained.

“Ha! I laugh at him! Ha!” Hugo said, “so, Rosie, I’m just wondering why you want to wait ‘til after you move out to tell him?”

“So he can’t make me stay here.” Rose explained.

“Oh, he wouldn’t do that.” Hermione reassured, and her two children burst out laughing.

When their laughing finally died down, Hermione spoke again, “Hugo, you should get dressed. We’re going to Harry and Ginny’s.”

~~~

The three walked thought the front walk of the Potter’s house. Hermione knocked on the door, but there was no answer. She knocked again, still no answer.

“Hello,” a voice said loudly.

They turned to see Lily sticking her head out the living room window.

“Lily, let us in!” Hugo ordered.

“No,” Lily said.

“Why not?”

“I’m stuck, and the door’s locked, and only residents can unlock it.” she explained.

“What do you mean you’re stuck?” Rose asked.

“I mean, my brother used one of Uncle George’s pranks to get my foot stuck in the floor.” Lily explained, “Mum’s gone to ask him about it.”

“And Al?” Hermione asked.

“Some other part of the house where he ‘can’t hear me’” She said.

Before they could continue there was the sound of a slamming gate. They all turned to see James walking up the front path. When he saw the tree standing outside the house and his sister talking to them through the window he looked confused and slightly irritated.

“Lily, why aren’t you letting them in?” He asked.

“My foot’s in the floor.” She answered plainly.

“Okay then,” James said.

He got to the front door and tried to open it, but he couldn’t. It took him a moment to realize it was because he didn’t live there anymore.

“Lily, move!” He barked at his sister, who obeyed the best she could.

The three on the front step watched, as James climbed in the window and managed not to fall on his sister.

“What’s he doing?” Rose asked Lily.

“I don’t know, he’s in the hall now,” she told them, watching her brother move in and out of site, much like their father when irritated.

“ALBUS SEVEROUS POTTER!” James bellowed in such a good impression of their father she would’ve thought it was him if she didn’t know better.

Now James’ plan was clear, and it worked. Albus sprinted down the stairs as fast as he could. When he stopped in the hall he was gasping for breath.

“James-where’s Dad? He called…” Albus panted.

“That was me,” James said in a low voice grabbing him brother by the arm and taking him into the living room, “What’s the meaning of this?” he asked sternly as they reached their sister at the window.

“Kind of an accident,” He said quietly, “kind of not.”

There was a long pause. It was then broken by the sound of the front door opening and their mother’s voice talking to their guests.

“I’m so sorry we kept you waiting,” Ginny was saying, “George, she’s in the living room by the window.”

“Alright,” said the voice of George Weasley, who entered the room a moment later, “Hey, Lily, I’ll have you out in no time.”

“James, what are you doing here?” Ginny asked as she walked in the room.

“Just thought I’d drop in,” He said, “You know, to see Rose and Hugo.”

James and Albus went back into the hall to see that Fred was there too. They all greeted each other and talked in the hall for about five minutes, when Lily and George came in the room. Lily’s ankle was slightly bruised, but otherwise she was unharmed. Ginny led Hermione and George to the kitchen and the cousins went in the living room.

“So, how are you guys?” James asked once they were all seated around the room.

“Good,” they all replied.

“That’s good,” He said back.

“Oh, Red, I just remembered,” Al said, “how’s your girlfriend?”

“She’s not my girlfriend!” Fred said angrily.

“She’s not?” asked a voice from behind them, and they all turned to see Louis and Roxanne had arrived, but they hadn’t hear a knock.

When the voiced of Angelina, Ginny, and Fleur had faded they went back to their conversation.

“You know you like Kirsten!” Lily mocked.

“One: no, I don’t, two: her name’s not Kirsten!” Fred said heatedly, “It’s not Kirsten, it’s not Kristen, it’s Kierstin!”

“See, you can both spell and pronounce her name!” Albus said.

“Oh, but what about you and that one girl?” Fred shout back.

“What girl?” He asked.

“What’s her name?” Fred struggled, “Oh yeah, Kaitlynn!”

“What about her?” Albus asked.

“Guys! Stop it! It doesn’t matter!” Lily said angrily, and Roxanne and Rose nodded in agreement.

Fred slumped back in his chair looking angry.

“While we’re on the subject,” James said, “Lily, you have your eye on anyone?”

Lily blushed, but didn’t answer. James smirked, as he was pretty sure he knew who it was. Her longtime friend, Justin.

“James!” Rose scolded, “Leave her alone! Does she question you about that?”

“No, but my relationship’s not exactly a secret, is it?” James said.

“it doesn’t matter!” Roxanne snapped, “Just leave her alone! If she doesn’t wasn’t to tell you she doesn’t have to!”

“Okay!” Lily yelled, “can we please just drop it!”

“No!” Hugo barked, but when he saw the look his sister was giving him his face fell, “Fine.”

They sat in silence for a little while, before the sound of yet another person rapping on the door greeted their ears.

“Coming!” Shouted Ginny’s voice from the kitchen, before she appeared in the hall to answer the door, “Hello, we were starting to think you might not show up.” She was saying to the new comer.

“Well, I did.” a male voice responded, “Sorry I’m late.”

‘Oh, it’s fine, dear.” Ginny said, “Come in! Rose will be so surprised! They’re right in there” She pointed to the living room and the new comer stepped into view.

“Thanks, Mrs. Potter.” Said Scorpius Malfoy before fully stepping into the living room.

Rose was absolutely delighted to see him. The second she saw him she was out of her chair. After a second, she ran towards him and flung her arms around his neck.

“Oh, sweet Merlin!” Fred yelled.

“Get a room!” Louis hollered.

“Would you two grow up?!” Lily yelled angrily.

“Yeah, just because you wouldn’t know sweet and romantic if it bit you on the ass!” Roxanne yelled.

“Hey, calm down!” Rose yelled.

Before anyone could go on there was a tap on the window. They all turned to see Lily’s owl sitting on the windowsill. She let it in quickly, but before she could take the letter, James had it in his hand. He tore it open and read aloud her letter from Justin.

“’Dear Lily,’” James began, “’Thanks so much for the letter. At this point in time, I’m okay, but there’s still the whole summer ahead and I haven’t seen my brother yet. I’m not exactly looking forward to it a lot either. Well, speak of the jackass, he just walked in.’” James paused before comprehension dawned on his face, “It looks like it goes back and forth between him and his brother here.”

Before James could go on Lily took the letter and read it for herself. When she started laughing James spoke again.

“Can I at least read what him and his brother say?”

“Fine,” Lily said, not finding anything wrong with it.

“Alright,” James said taking the letter, “Joey says…”

“That’s his brother,” Lily said quickly.

“Joey says:,” James continued as if there had been no interruption, “’Hey! Don’t call me that!

Justin says: I’ll call you what I want!

Joey says: Think you’re pretty brave, huh?

Justin: Yes!

Joey: (in childish tone) I’m telling Mom!

Justin: Oh, sorry, hi!

Joey: Hello, who are you writing? Is it your girlfriend?

Justin: No!

Joey: Yes, it is! Hi Lily!

Justin: Why are we writing this down on the letter?

Joey: I don’t know.

Justin: Okay sorry about that, but he’s gone now. He hit me, but he’s gone. Wait, he’s coming back! Gotta go!-Justin’” James finished the letter with a smile, “See, even his brother thinks you should be together!”

“Yeah, but who cares what he thinks?” Lily asked.

“Roxanne, tell them I don’t like Justin!” Lily pouted.

“No, she does not like Justin, you silly people.” Roxanne said sarcastically.

“Roxanne!” Lily whined.

“I’m sorry,” Roxanne said, “but if you don’t want people to think that you should be less obvious.”

“How can I be obvious if I don’t even like him?” Lily asked, and Rose rolled her eyes.

They continued to argue for who knows how much longer. Although they never talked about their experience on the Titanic, it was never far from their minds. Especially James, he dwelled on the experience more then anyone.

James had never known before why a ship that had sunk in disaster could ever be referred to as the Ship of Dreams.

But now, after his experience, the Titanic was, and would always be, the Ship of Dreams.

A/N: So, that’s it. Ship of Dreams is over. I’m pretty upset to have to say it’s done. It’s closing time again, and time for me to say goodbye. I hope you all keep an eye out for any more of my stories.

I wrote this chapter to just give the basic picture of their usual lives, just to tell you.

I can’t really think of much more to say, actually. I’m actually kind of stalling, not wanting this to be over, but it is. I just have to deal with it. I hope you like the story.

But for now, Fin.


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