James Fleamont Potter was 11 years old, he saw a pretty girl with green eyes and thought he could pledge his allegiance to her and she would fall in love with him easily, but she didn't. and that's that. "Moony i cant just, 'Accio' a soulmate, it has to be-" but before i could finish my genius scentence, a flash of energy coursed though my wand and created a green zap before us all and before i blinked away the light i knew who it was, by his voice. "-kill me? id like to see you bloody try you fucking bas-." he abruptly stopped. "the fuck do you all want." said Regulus Black, hand of his hip an annoyed scowl adressing his gorgeous features. or What if James actually realised that he only liked the idea of Lily and not actually her and he decided to act on it, in his own stupid potter way.