Paradox - The beginning of the end
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James Potter x OC
Dominant James x Submissive OC
Marauders era AU
#4 in daddy 10/11/2020
#2 in daddy 2/3/21
#1 in TheMarauders 29/3/21
#2 in Soulmates 9/4/21
"In which a chocolate frog box is a safety hazard"
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Platform nine and three quarters hummed with life. The autumn air slightly bitter from the incoming winter that would soon set in.
Parents clung to their children of all ages. Tears of longing and sadness trailing down the elderly and younger faces of the people around me.
Children desperately trying to get away from their parents and enter the scarlett train in front of all of us. Friends welcoming and greeting each other after a long summer apart.
I couldn't wait to be reunited with my friends
"Now baby, if you need anything. Anything at all, write dad and I and we'll be sure to send it out to you" My mother spoke and placed a chaste kiss to my forehead.
Paige Scott was a beautiful woman. Both inside and out. Her brunette hair matched my own and her emerald green eyes shown with nothing but love and tears that she was bound to shed when I stepped foot onto the train.
My mother was kind to everyone. She had no time for blood status or such idiotic methods such as discrimination against werewolves or racism. She taught me that everyone in life deserved a blank state before being judged. That kindness cost nothing to give.
My mother was an angel. She was my idol in life and the one person I went to when anything went wrong. She like my father was a true Gryffindor. Her bravery and courage unmatched by most I have met in my sixteen years of life on this wonderful and confusing planet.
"And please don't forget to write to your old man- I do miss my princess when she's away" my father chuckles and takes my small form from my mothers embrace and into his own.
Oscar Scott was a man who's love had no bounds. He was an incredibly handsome man for his ripe yet young age of thirty two. His hair was a raven colour and his eyes a sparkling blue that I had inherited from him.
