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Harry Says

Haven’t written Harry Potter fanfiction in a long long,time. So here’s one I found on my dusting fanfiction.net account.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of these characters. Obviously. But apart from that, enjoy!

Dear Mum and Dad,

I hope you are alright, wherever you are. Harry says it is blissful for you. I think he is right.

Tomorrow, I am starting my first year at Hogwarts. I hope I’m a Gryffindor, like you, dad. But Harry says it’s not right to discriminate. I think he’s right.

Tomorrow, I’ll have to be away from everybody I ever knew. I’ll make new friends and some, I’ll have for the rest of my life. I hope everything will be okay. I know everything will be okay. Unlike the other kids, I have you two watching over me. Harry says I’m going to do great. I think he’s right.

But I can’t stop wishing that you two could somehow come back to me. I can’t help but hoping that my dreams of having you two at the station waving me good-bye like the other kids were true. I wish you were here somehow. I wish the war had never happened and you didn’t have to give up your life to save the others. But I know that I’m being selfish. But I don’t mind. Harry says it’s okay to feel that way. I think he’s right.

Dad, I think you’re a brave man to have fought the odds and stood up for what you believed in. I haven’t been discriminated, even at Harry’s big parties. Everybody looked at me as if I were a son of heroes. You don’t have to worry about that. Mum, I think you’re an amazing woman to have stuck by dad’s side and to have fought against all odds and didn’t discriminate against him. I’m glad you fought for me and my independence. The world you two strived to create for me is better and brighter, thanks to you. I’ll make you proud one day. I promise. Harry says I am the son of war heroes. I think he’s right.

So, I love you two for being who you are. But I wish you were alive and here with me. I wish I were like Victoire and James and Al and Lily. With a big family and siblings. I understandyou were trying to make a world in which I could live a happier life. But I don’t mind living a sad life, if that gave me you two back. Harry says he knows how I feel. I know he’s right.


Ted Lupin.

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Just The Way We Are

A James Potter/Lily Evans Fanfiction

She walks in with sunshine making her head look like fire. A quill stuck between her ear and her head. A sling bag almost slides off her shoulder, flexed by the weight of a dozen books she’s carrying in her hand. Her eyebrows cross in concentration.

He stands alone, his hands in his pockets, his body leaning against the cold wall. To be honest, he was waiting for her to come this way. And now that she is walking towards him- his direction, that is, she’s actually headed towards the library- he relaxes. He chuckles looking at her. Her green eyes meet his hazel.

She is shocked to find him there early morning. Her shock turns into surprise as her hands are suddenly free of the additional weight. “Forgot you’re a witch, Evans?” she hears him chuckle. “If you want them to be carried, allow me,” he added.

He sees her pale cheeks growing red slowly and- oh my Merlin! Was that a giggle? He feels something beyond his explanation as she now walks towards him. “Hey! What are you doing here?” she whispers leaving goosebumps on his skin. “Why waiting for you, obviously!”

She looks at him questioningly. Why was he waiting for her? “Oh relax Lil, I just wanted to see that you aren’t overworking yourself. And propose doing Potions together?” Her heart skips a beat as he says ‘propose.’ She looks at him a little too giddyly, in her opinion.

“Oh the mighty James Potter ask someone for help? Oh, this is interesting!” she says. He is now embarrassed. “I don’t mind asking for your help. I don’t have to guard myself in front of you. You’re… You’re a part of me.” Foot in the mouth. Way to go, James!, he thinks. But to his disbelief, she chuckles. “You’re lucky, then. I was about to revise Potions right now. After you, sir!” He looks disbelivingly for a second.

“Oh no, I insist, my lady. After you.” She feels her her cheeks burning. My Lady. That’s so amazing. Shut up Lily! She walks ahead so as not to embarrass herself any further. As the familiar scent of old parchment hits her, she suddenly feels at home. Quickly glancing through, she decides to go and sit by the window facing the Forbidden Forest. As she paves her way, she suddenly remembers James was quietly following her. So she stops abruptly.

He walks right into her and all her books fall down. She follows them making a louder thump and he has to balance himself so that he doesn’t fall on her. She looks visibly embarrassed and he lets out a barking laugh. She narrows her eyes, and asks for his hand to help her up.

He laughs with his hands over his stomach. She wants to cry, but looking at him laughing, she suddenly feels lighter and starts laughing.

He suddenly stops laughing, hearing her laugh and is left breathless. The way the light reflects her eyes, and accentuates its uniqueness makes it impossible for him to stop looking at her. He tears off his mind painfully from the daydream he’s weaving and gives her his hand.

“Lily, you’re not hurt, yeah?” She looks up. He’s even more handsome from down here. It’s a little difficult for her to breathe. She realizes she hasn’t breathed in for about half a minute. She scoops down and takes her arms off the ground and pulls her up. And she lets him.

She doesn’t fight him off, and he considers it positively. They continue to walk to some dark corner of the library he never knew existed. While this excites him, he’s also a little unsure. Why would she take me to a secluded place? If it were me, that would make sense.

She suddenly feels inspired and doesn’t not want to take him to places she has discovered. Even if they aren’t as amazing like the Room of Requirement. She suddenly wants to tell him every little secret and every little thought she has. She wants him to be the person whom she’d talk to and not just listens to. She wants to hold him and never let him go. Through fire and snow. And this dream feels normal and not scary at all.

He wonders what goes through her mind. Why she is quietly leading him to unknown places. But he doesn’t want to force her to talk. He knows she doesn’t do disclosure. Perhaps with Marlene? Or Karen? But he’s sure she’s mostly secretive. He wonders which guy she likes. Whom did she obsess over? He knew about Snape, but he genuinely hopes she never liked him. Ugh. Perhaps a celebrity crush? Maybe one of those Muggle movie stars?

They finally reach the place Lily goes alone to. James looks at her then and finds her grinning. “Shall we?” she asks, as she procures two very comfortable looking bean bags and a tiny study table. They both take seats opposite to each other and they have to keep their legs touching to fit in. They both grin visibly at this.

“So, Potter. How may I be of assistance to you?”
“How about we call in for tea and sandwiches?”
“Hey! I refuse our first date to be in the library.” She suddenly looks down and blushes, realizing what she had just said.
He looks at her in amazement and a little disbelief. Sensing her embarrassment, he tries to say something. But all he can manage is, “That’s true.”

After about a minute of awkward silence, Lily starts laughing. He runs his hair through his hair, as she brushes her warm hand apparently accidentally. “Let’s go over to Hogsmaede tonight, yes?” he asks her finally. Her eyes light up. That was the most bewitched James Potter had been all his life.

That night, Lily Evans decided that one day she might just sign off as Lily Potter, and be happy about it.

Elements: Water

I’ve been trying to upload this since a really long time. But internet fails every time! Anyway, here’s the fifth part! I’m going to miss this so much. There’s only two more!

               Title: Cliché
               Element: Water

It was a little bit cliché, most love stories are. It was raining so hard, she could barely hear the whispers in the corridors anymore. Enticed by the smell of fresh grass, she decided to take the day off. Homework could wait. It was her day, and she decided to dance in the rain.

He sat at the window, reading. The rain sliding off the window, making his dark room darker, and shabbier. He held the black coffee mug. It sent shivers down his spine. He accidently dropped the cup, spilling coffee all over his light blue jeans. He looked up to realize that the rain was now pouring harder than ever. He put aside the book, for the first time in hours.

She quickly changed into a flowing white dress, her favourite kind. Her fiesty red hair, now open, her charm bracelet tucked away in the safety of her trunk. The hard beating of the rain inviting her. She couldn’t believe she was doing it. After five years, finally. She giggled at the thought of it.

He quickly changed into a black shirt and cotton pants. His hair as disheveled as ever. His spectacles lopsided. He was done waiting, it was today. The day he’d remember as the day he let go. The day he danced in the rain.

She ran like Satan was following her. After a few minutes, of jumping, hooping and running on the Quidditch Pit, she stopped and took a deep breath. Suddenly she had the urge to laugh. So she broke out, laughing like she hadn’t laughed in ages.

He casually walked to the place where he’d go. The place where he can be himself, fly above anybody else. Slowly gaining speed, he closed his eyes and ran. By the time he heard the laugh, it was too late for him to stop. He ran right into her and both of them toppled over, right into the ground.

She opened her eyes, her voice stuck in her throat.

He opened his eyes to find a ball of red hair, which he recognized to be hers.

“James,” she whispered, barely hearing herself.

“Lily?” he answered, unsure.

“Yes,” she said. “YES!”

“What?” he said, now confused.

“Yes. I’ll go out with you,” she said.

Because sometimes, you have to give in and do what you want to do.

Reviews, please?