P.S. It's Moony

P.S. It's Moony

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Wizarding World: The Marauders
Wizarding World: Harry Potter
Kacie Elektra Black, the twin of Sirius Black, was part of the Marauders. Part of the group of Gryffindor's that was the closest groups of friends you'll find at Hogwarts. Part of a group that was more like family then friends. They all met on the Hogwarts Express on their first train ride to the castle and have been inseparable ever since. But when she realizes she's developing very strong feelings for a certain tall sandy haired scarred boy, whom had been her best friend for the last five, going on six, years now, she isn't exactly sure how to proceed with things. She soon finds out that her feelings may be reciprocated and a relationship ensues. Can their love withstand the war that's brewing outside of the castle walls? And what kind of world are they going to be entering when they graduate?
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― "I love you more than life itself," ― Althea Potter had always been a light. Where James burned wild and reckless, she glowed warm and steady, drawing people in with her laughter, her kindness, and her stubborn belief that everyone carried a spark worth loving. She was the sister who brightened shadows, the girl who never let anyone feel unseen. Regulus Black, on the other hand, was born of shadows. Cold where she was warm, distant where she was tender, sharp where she was soft-he was a boy sculpted by duty, drowning beneath the weight of a name that demanded silence, obedience, sacrifice. They were opposites, orbiting each other in disdain. She saw him as cruel and unfeeling, and he saw her as naïve and foolish. Yet the world has a way of binding the unwilling, and war makes strange companions of enemies. Slowly, through whispered arguments and stolen glances, Althea discovered the boy beneath the mask, and Regulus found himself yearning for the light he had spent his life rejecting. But love in times of war is fragile. It does not always save. Sometimes it destroys, quietly, beautifully, tragically. And when the end came-as it always would-they both learned that hatred can turn to love, and love can burn into something fiercer still. Something unshakable. Something eternal. Something that could only be called devotion. ☽。⋆

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