I kept my eyes on the Ice Attra, not daring to look down at the lake below me.

One wrong move and I'd be dead.

James had successfully pulled himself up over the Ice Attra and was know screaming as he clutched it's mane, and though I would never admit it, I was impressed.

It was hard to do that on a quidditch field, let alone on a mythical creature.

I pushed the Fire Attra forward, trying not to freak out as I saw it's body's flames try to seep into my skin, desperately trying to break my protective gear.

I froze as I looked behind me, realizing that not only were we miles from Hogwarts, a trail of fire was bursting from the Attra, making us go faster.

Finally I caught up to James, and he was wise enough not to make any snarky remarks to me. "What do we do now?" He asked, his hair pushed back by the wind.

As I looked at him I had to admit he looked kind of cute on the back of the Ice Attra, his green eyes squinting in the wind.

I shook my head, ridding my thoughts of insanity. I was in a life-or-death situation for Hogwart's sake. Scanning the ground below us I pointed out a forest and said, "Follow me! We'll land there."

He didn't argue. I grabbed my Attra's fiery mane and winced as the heat burned into my hands, but at least I had my gloves on.

I dove down and the Fire Attra swooped down into the forest before landing gracefully down.

Immediately my Attra began to try and buck me off, so I used my horseback riding skills and dug my boots deep into the Attra's side before jumping off, landing on my feet.

That's when I saw James's Attra catapult down from the sky, it's eyes wild with fear. James was flying from it's mane with one hand, his other flying in the sky, bare and without a glove.

Ice was spreading up his arm to his hand, and I could see his eyes begin to roll back, the first sign of an Attra's attack. Heart pounding I watched as James let go of the Ice Attra, and plummet to the ground, unconscious.

"NO!" I screeched, and on impulse I grabbed my wand and screamed, "ARRESTO MOMENTUM!"

The slow falling spell.

Suddenly James's limp body slowly fell to the ground, and I ran towards it, heart in my throat.

When I reached him he was breathing but barley.

Reaching for my wand again I pointed it at him and whispered hoarsely, "Rennervate."

Instantly James opened his eyes and shielded them from the sun. "Morgan?" He said, and I backed up, uncomfortably aware that we were extremely close together.

"It's me," I replied, and James got up, groaning in pain.

"Are you okay?" I said anxiously, and James rubbed his arm, wincing. "I don't think so," he said, and I could tell he was pushing back tears.

We stood awkwardly there for about a minute before he cleared his throat and said, "Well I'm pretty stupid, aren't I?"

For some reason this made a laugh escape my lips, and suddenly I was heaved over, laughing hysterically. James just stood there, kind of confused, which made me laugh harder.

"That's an understatement." I said, finally controlling myself. James sort of snorted, his pride bruised, and I felt a little bad.

"I'm just laughing because of the situation Potter, not you." I explained, and James rolled his eyes.

I nodded towards his arm. "Can I fix it?" I said, surprised at how calm I sounded around him.

James nodded and I approached him muttering "Brackium Emendo," and pointed my wand at his arm, and he let out a sigh of relief. "Thank you," he murmured.

"No problem." I replied and we both stood there, awkwardly not talking until James bit his lip and scuffed his foot on the ground.

"Maybe we should wait until we get a chance to be rescued?" I said, and James nodded.

We sat down and talked for a tiny bit, awkwardly avoiding the obvious tension that hung in the air. After a break in the conversation James sighed and looked up at me.

"Morgan, can I ask you something?" He asked, actually not sounding annoyed for once.

"Yes?" I said, looking into his eyes. James blushed. "Why didn't you put me on the quidditch team?" Suddenly his eyes were narrowing, and his gaze turned cold.

I shook my head. "James, it wasn't on purpose, I'll tell you that. There was just better people out there. I'm sorry." At my words James deflated like a popped balloon.

"I knew it," he whispered hoarsely. "I knew I wasn't good enough."

Looking at him, so depressed and upset, I felt a tinge of sympathy. "James it's okay. I was actually thinking..." I paused, wondering if I should keep going with this sudden idea.

"Maybe you could be an understudy for the beaters? You wouldn't play in games but you'd come to practices and if one of the beaters got sick you could take there place."

It was a spur of the moment decision, but I knew what I was doing. I was impressed in the way that James pulled himself up from the Attra and how he dangled from it when he almost died.

James expression said nothing, but I could detect his excitement when his face broke out in a grin. "Okay, I can work with that." He said, and for once I wasn't cursing James's name.

Right when we were deciding what we should do for the rest of the day there was a call above, and I saw Professor Mconagall and Mack on brooms looking down on us.

"Professor!" I screamed, and Mconagall flew down to us. "How'd you find us?" James asked as Mconagall beckoned us on the brooms. Professor nodded towards me.

"Your friend Mack led us in the right direction and I saw the glow of Morgan's spells when we were flying. Now come on, lets get back to Hogwarts."

And with that we were off, but before we did I heard James mutter, "Morgan I'm sorry." I gave him a small grin as we took to the sky, goggling over the apology for his snarky behavior, feeling more free than I had in a long time.

If only I knew what his apology really meant.