Who We Used To Be | James Potter

"I think," she started. Her voice barely a whisper. "That the only time my family was ever proud of me, was when I was sorted into Slytherin."
"That can't be true," he soothed her. His hand on her knee.
"No, it is. And that's okay." She turned her head to face where her brother lie asleep on the parlor couch. "Because, ever since we were born? Sirius has been proud of me every single day. And that's enough."

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Desperate to fit in, Lyra would do just about anything to gain her parents approval.

That is, until she met James Potter.

In the midst of war, there is no space or time for minor teenage fantasies. Falling in love with Gryffindor's golden boy was never part of the plan.

Not when the Dark Lord looms near. Waiting. Watching.

Recruiting.

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