Are you with me? - James Potter

Are you with me? - James Potter

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Wizarding World: The Marauders
Wizarding World: Harry Potter
A sixth year girl, named Lyra Bennett was born into one of the most respected pure-blood families, taught to only speak when spoken to, never show weakness, and not to engage with the people that are considered below her. Of course that was never a problem for Lyra as she didn't really talk to anyone, she preferred to keep to herself, until the day she became burdened with the job of tutoring the notorious James Potter, who from then on, was curious to unwrap the lies and rumours she hid behind and find out who she was behind her perfect public façade that protects her from life's cruel reality. DISCLAIMERS: - The plot is not only containing the tutoring its only for a couple of chapters to start the book off. - Voldemort and Death eaters do exist but most of the major parts of the war do not happen)
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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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