AN: A little second-person bonus on our favorite Diggory's feelings on Alice. A little bit of an insight on the years I didn't cover.

You noticed her. It was your first year, and hers. You were in the middle of the beginning.

"Diggory, Wesley!" Professor McGonagall had called. You scurried up to the stool like the shy little boy you were, and placed that hat on your head. You closed your eyes, waiting to hear that voice that Cedric described.

"Ah, a Diggory, and dear me, the first boy I've ever seen with the Gift," the Sorting Hat tells you. Part of you is annoyed at his mention of the Gift. Is that all I'll ever be, you wonder. The only boy in history to have the Gift because somehow the Eleanor line has always had a little girl before then.

"HUFFLEPUFF!" The hat had declared, almost instantly after you had that thought. You scurried over to the table (because all you did at that age was scurry like a mouse) and sat next to the others. You are proud to be in Hufflepuff. It is a good house, and your immediate family is all in Hufflepuff, and they turned out decent. Right?

But back to her.

"Potter, Alice!" Professor McGongall cried, and all went silent. You noticed the little girl, shorter than most of the others in your year. She has wavy black hair tumbling down her back, spilling down her robes, and green eyes that reminded you vividly of the grass. She sat down, and she did look nervous, but there was a strange confidence about her.

You knew who she was, naturally. The twin sister to the Boy-Who-Lived, the elder sibling of Harry Potter, who killed You-Know-Who as an infant. That's all that you really knew. She was a mystery to you. She was never in any press reports, and she wasn't as talked about as her brother. Still, the name Potter had silenced the Great Hall, although it did take on an atmosphere of disappointment that it wasn't the Boy-Who-Lived.

You could see, even then, the loneliness on her face. There was defiance in that sadness, and you could tell that this girl didn't want pity. You didn't want to give her pity anyway; you just wanted to get to know this enigma.

"SLYTHERIN!" The hat had screamed, and you thought, there goes my chance with her. There was some applause for her, but you could see the anger on her parents' faces, the rebellious smirk on hers. She strutted over to Slytherin, and you knew that she would thrive there. Yet you wondered what she was really like.

You saw glimpses of her during the school year. She spoke her mind, yes, but she was a kind little girl, especially for a Slytherin, they said. You wondered if it was right to judge a quarter of the magical world based off of a select group of alumni. You wished that you could get close to her, but she hung around with a gang of preppy bullies. She was the one who didn't belong, you saw that. She was bright, full of laughter and light, and she had her loneliness still there. She wasn't like the other Slytherins. You occasionally got the idea to talk to her, but you never gathered up the courage to speak to her. She was lightning, shocking and amazingly bright.

She was down underneath the school with Harry Potter, Granger, and Weasley, you heard. She seemed unharmed by the encounter, unlike the rest, although it was also said that she went dark down there. The expression her own parents gave her when they saw her since that fateful night confirmed it for you.

You wanted to comfort her, tell her that you thought whatever she did down there was brave. She was always surrounded by those bullies, though, so you could never get close to her lightning.

You noticed when Dumbledore gave out points to those underneath the school, he never once gave her even a measly point. He even switched up the decorations, and cheated the Slytherins. Sure, you cheered with the rest of your house that someone else won for once. Yet you wondered if maybe, just maybe they might've deserved it this time, because of Alice Potter.

During your second year, her story became darker. You watched as she struggled with voices she heard, as she tried to supposedly sic a snake on a muggle-born, despite her protests that she didn't. You believed her, but you never got the chance to tell her. Besides, the muggle-born they thought she attacked was a Hufflepuff, one of your own. You couldn't betray him and talk to her. You wondered if maybe you were just being a coward.

She became even more alone, you could see that. She was often by herself, silent, and you wanted to talk to her, but she was untouchable, and irritable, even to those who knew her. Especially to those who knew her.

Gilderoy Lockhart took every class to harass her about fame, something she clearly hated. Look how she was treated because of her brother's fame, her parents' fame, and lack of her own. You hated how he treated her, and one day, you snapped at him, told him to mind his own business and to stay out of her life. That detention was worth it, because of the relieved smile she gave you, although it was almost cancelled out by the cold, hard mask she switched into instantly after you saw her radiant smile.

She went down into the Chamber of Secrets, and saved Ginny Weasley. Yet no one treated her like the hero that her brother and Ron Weasley were. In fact, during the celebration feast, she sat in the corner, didn't eat anything. You almost got up the courage to talk to her, when Cedric had grabbed your arm, and pulled you back into the center of the festivities.

Her reputation was that she was evil, and she milked it for all its worth. There wasn't a day that passed without Alice Potter spray-painting some part of the castle with her Slytherin gang, engaging in some daring escape from the teachers.

She was an untouchable tempest now, no one you, a mere Hufflepuff, could talk to. She was a part of no heroics that year, not that there were many opportunities, exactly. You thought you might have had a crush, though, on this girl that is both hero and villain at the mere age of thirteen.

I'm thirteen, too, you reminded yourself. It's just puberty magic. Right?

Wrong.

You were fourteen, and so was she. It was the first day of the term already, and you woke up dreaming about her. You had a feeling the fairies might've been behind that. Apparently, if the fairies found out your true love, they helped you out a bit. She was already in trouble for spray-painting the train. You saw it, Long Live Evil. Her mother was yelling at her during morning breakfast for her purple hair.

Personally, you liked it. Like her, it stood out, and she looked really pretty in purple, like a queen. She glanced at you, and in that moment, you could see in those jade eyes that she had those dreams, too, and she recognized you. You tried to talk to her, but you lost your nerve, and she stormed away. Still, a part of you was thrilled at her attentions.

In Moody's class, you thought he was being cruel. She hissed things at you when you tried to be kind, but you tried to understand. You knew she was supposed to be a villainess. You never believed that, though. You remembered her heroics, when nobody else did. Your kindness touched her, you saw that.

When her name came out of the Goblet of Fire, your heart stopped. You knew she wasn't stupid, wasn't one for unnecessary risks. Something was wrong. You watched her go behind with the others, and you knew that she was getting yelled at for something that wasn't her fault. You realized then that you were scared for her, and you definitely had feelings.

Part of you hurt when Moody controlled her. You hated that he did that to her. You knew then and there that your feelings for her were strong. She was being punished for something that wasn't her fault. You couldn't fathom why he hated her so much. You agreed to help her investigate Moody.

You saw her in her funk, and you weren't afraid to get angry, and she lashed out at you. Yet she was willing to listen to what you had to say. You heard her tell her mother that she wished she'd died in the accident that had given her her lightning scar that you found interesting.

You wondered what was so wrong with her life, beyond the obvious that she wished that she'd died.

You helped her cheat for the first-task. Everyone else knew, so she might as well, you had reasoned. She was scary when she was angry, you found that out the hard way. You were afraid, even though you denied it. She saw right through you. You realized that despite the fact that a part of her seemed to enjoy causing fear, using her wicked rep, her heart of gold despised it.

You worried when she got burned, and you were relieved when she tamed the dragon, whether it was with Parseltongue or not. You didn't care, you were in love with her already.

The Yule Ball came around, and naturally, you asked her. To your surprise and relief, she accepted. You spent hours looking for that promise ring, you spent hours getting ready, you wanted to look your best for her. You wanted to be the Prince Charming she deserved.

When you saw her come to the head of the carriage lines, you saw a princess. Head-to-toe in lavender, her purple hair styled, you knew you'd seen the most beautiful girl in the world, and you couldn't believe that she was yours.

You gave her the promise ring, and she accepted. She gave you a chance, and you were not going to screw that up. You and her had a fun night. You danced with her, maybe had a few too many Butterbeers. She agreed to a second date with you. You were thrilled.

You had gone into McGonagall's office with the others, Cho Chang, Gabrielle Delacour, Ron Weasley, and Hermione Granger. She told you that you would be perfectly safe, and like an idiot, you drank the goblet. Of course, your first thought as your eyelids betrayed you and began to close, even though you battled them to stay awake, was that she poisoned you like a bloody lunatic. The last hope that ran through your head before all consciousness was lost was that Alice was safe.

At the surface, you awoke, freezing and dripping wet next to her. She dragged you up a ladder, and you snuggled against her in the blankets, and wondered what happened to your brother.

She got the highest score, and you were proud of your girlfriend. You loved her. You knew that as you looked at her, dripping wet and pale, with ice in her hair.

When she introduced her true family, you were nervous. Her real father liked you, though, and you were a bit intimidated by him, and her true mother, a punk woman, but they were Alice's true family, and were kinder to her than her blood family, so who were you to judge?

You fretted with them when she went into the maze. You screamed and cried with them when she didn't come out. Cedric blamed it all on himself, for being a prat and not taking the cup himself. You're grateful to still have your brother, but you saw the fake Alice, and you knew it was a fake as soon as you laid eyes on the imposter. You knew who Alice truly was.

With the fake's revelation, you began to pray that she was still alive somewhere, and that someone would rescue her.

Summer went by, and she showed up out of nowhere. You hugged her, hardly believing she was real, except for her scent of apples and cherry blossoms, and the feel of her small, bony frame in your arms, and the matted purple mane your fingers ran through reassuringly. She had her guards down, she trusted you to keep her safe.

She spoke of rebellion and fire. You supported her at every turn, and worried when she got hurt, especially by that Ky Emrys, the other apprentice. You took her out for a night to remember when she got stressed out from organizing the Spark, her rebellion.

When Christmas holidays came around, you wrote to your parents, asking if you could have her over. They wanted to meet your girlfriend, and her blood parents gave their permission. You were so excited, and so was she. You would just look over at her every once in a while, and realize that you loved her, scary as it was sometimes.

Disappointment filled your soul when Dumbledore took her away. You thought of her as you boarded the train, as you reunited with your family. You couldn't stop wondering where she was and if she was okay. As you put your things away, the snow started outside, and you couldn't help but wonder if she was warm.

You were surprised to see her on your doorstep, after all of that. You loved her so much. She got along well with your family, which you appreciated, but you also wanted for her sake, she didn't have much of a blood family and her true family wasn't around often enough.

You watched her get arrested for treason, and you wanted her brother to go instead for the crime. After all, didn't she have enough to deal with in her life? You watched helplessly. You didn't stop fighting and rebelling, and neither did your other friends. In fact, you took it upon yourself to hex Ky Emrys once a day. You sure made his life hell. Served him right.

She was sentenced to death. As they ushered everyone in to watch, as an example, you couldn't wrap your head around the fact that in mere seconds, she'd be gone. Yet she kept telling you to rebel. You saluted her, with the rest, a gesture the Ministry couldn't stop. She began to display her real power, and you started a fight, so they could lose track of the girl who stood out. A fight spilled onto the streets of London. You followed her.

You followed Death Eaters down the bridge, and you fought your hardest. That was when he fought you. He used the Killing Curse. You knew you were doomed. You last thought was, I'm sorry, Ali.

You watched her beat up the mastermind, Emrys. Yet you couldn't stand to watch pain, and you couldn't stand to watch her become a monster. You managed to reach beyond your state of existence, and tell her to give him mercy. You didn't want her to become a killer. She didn't deserve that.

Your heart was hurting, watching her grief. You'd've given anything to have been there, to have come back from the dead. You watched Emrys's relatives beg her to help him, and you watch as she agreed to those bloodsuckers' offer. She said she thought you would've wanted her to. You were shocked by her thought of how good you were. You shook your head sadly. You weren't that kind and forgiving.

You watched in pride as she stood up for him, and you sensed something beyond her anger at injustice. You were angry when he kissed her, but angrier when that Skeeter harassed her, and sad again as you watched her revert back to her grief.

He made her happy, you could see that. As much as she refused to admit it to herself, you knew she had feelings for him. You were happy that she was moving on. She couldn't have a dead man, after all. Yet she was afraid of falling in love again, after what happened to you, you observed. You wanted him to put together the pieces of her broken heart.

He all but told her he loved her, at her suggestion. He would've done anything for her, you knew. Much like you did, in life. You knew that he was the right choice for her to move on to. You "shipped" them. Anything to get her heart to stop breaking, to fix it.

You watched as he offered his apartment to her, and watched them comfort each other. You smiled, in spite of yourself and some of the jealousy you felt. She had a worthy suitor, you were sure of that.

You were proud of your tempest during the barricade. She was a general, and she had power. You watched her fight and kill for her cause, and others do the same. You watched as she gave everything to have him save her brother, and you shook your head sadly. After all the hell her brother had put her through, she was still there for him.

That night, you came back with your power as the first to die fighting. You were happy to see her. Thanks to Korr Ansel, you got to be solid for one hour. All it would take to end it all.

She hugged you, and told you that she missed you. You knew a part of her still loved you, even if her heart had moved on. You saw disappointment on his face. You stared him down, meeting his challenge, but you gave him a look that told him, hopefully, that he would win.

You were distracted in the final battle. That prat that killed you, you had to chase him down. She almost died because of your distraction. You were thankful for him. He helped her, saved her life. She told him that she loved him. You cheered inside. She wouldn't be heartbroken and alone when you left again.

You gave her one last warning, and told him to look after her. You gave the rest of your strength to give her a chance to talk to her true parents one last time.

You watch and wait. Her children are growing up, and they will be in the center of the next conflict- you can tell, all the knowledge of the universe being at your disposal when you're dead.

You still love Alice Potter, though.