Rose just sort of gaped for a moment. Could Professor Potter not see that she wanted to help, that she was bloody grieving? What if she never saw James again? What if he was killed? "Can allow me to be out here?" she echoed, her voice constricted yet shaking with sudden anger that flew threw her. She was breathing hard, fighting back sobs with every ounce of her being, "I don't think you understand! I have to be out here! I have to find him! I have to protect him like he would protect me! I have to --"her voice broke off mid-yell. The tears were coming faster now. She felt the full impact of the situation, "James is nearly my brother...I grew up right beside him...I can't...he has to be okay," she was completely losing it. She doubted that she made much sense. Her rage had died as quickly as it had come, and all that was left were the tears, the sobs that she didn't have the strength to hold back anymore. They shook her body, and she sank to her knees. Rose had never felt more helpless in her entire life. No one in her family had ever been kidnapped or killed before. She wasn't entirely sure how she was supposed to react, but she knew that the churning in her stomach left a bitter taste in her mouth. She wanted to be in his place. Without James, life didn't seem as bright.