AQUILA → james potter

AQUILA → james potter

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Wizarding World: The Marauders
Wizarding World: Harry Potter
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↳ ❝ 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐂. 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐈 𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘. 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐈𝐓 𝐀 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄, 𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒. 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐁𝐄 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍. 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒, 𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑵𝑶𝑻. ❞ Aquila Zvereva is not like much if the British Wizarding World but alas, she has been uprooted from Romania and thrust into Hogwarts. Beneath everything, she is carrying something no spell can name; it is a living force in her blood that has killed every member of her family before thirty. As whispers of her power ripple through the castle and darker eyes begin to take interest, she is pulled into a world of rebellion, war, mischeif, and dangerous affection. Caught between control and collapse she is drawn unexpectedly to James Potter -- Now, Aquila must decide whether she will become the weapon her magic demands-or fight to remain something human before it consumes her entirely. EXTREME. SLOW. BURN. !!! 𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐗 𝐎𝐂
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"Bloody hell," whispers James. "I don't think I've ever seen that before." All I can do is stare blankly at him. "she was just so nice about it..." Remus shakes his hand in front of my face. "I think he's experiencing shock," he says, a smirk on his face. "Is he going to be okay?"asks Peter, worry etched in his face. "'course I am," I say, shaking myself. "it was only a rejection. " "yeah, but you like her." bloody hell, I think he's right. "bloody hell." my voice is hoarse. "I like her." Book one of two

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