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letter no.1 The beginning of an end

1 The beginning of an end

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James Potter,

you are trouble.
I noticed that right away when you bumped (or should I say jumped) into me on the hogwarts express today.
Your hair was sticking out in all directions and your shirt was only buttoned properly halfway. Your shoelaces were knotted.

But that wasn't the first thing I noticed about you.

It was your eyes. Big and round and full of excitement. They looked at me when you picked up your bag from the floor. This brown that seemed so familiar to me and caused a warmth to rise in my body that I rarely got to feel.
And your smile. Even if you were kinda overwhelmed by the situation and the surrounding events there was this glow on your face that would never leave.

You're special. That was clear to me from the very first moment.

But why?
Who are you?
And who do you want to be?

Your mischievously grinning look with which you eyed me when I brushed a strand of hair from my face and the smile you gave me when I shook your hand.

What would mother say?
A boy. A Potter. A Gryffindor. A bloodtraitor.

I don't want to lie, mother would hate you as soon as she even looked at you.
But it seems impossible for me to not like you.

Actually, I don't care about what she'd say.
To mother I'm already the disappointment of the family, so that's not the point anymore.
Well, next to Sirius.

He likes you. A lot.
I think you have everything he ever wanted.
You are all of that
A lion who is not too good to get your hands dirty.
You have a loving family.
And you live your life without any fear.

You are free.
More than Sirius and I have ever been and probably ever will be.

I care, James Potter.
You are a mystery that I do not understand, but that I want to solve.
You are a challenge. 
And I've never shied away from them.


On what is to come(because I feel like it will be great),

Lyra Cassiopeia Black.

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