Green Summer

Green Summer

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Wizarding World: The Marauders
Wizarding World: Harry Potter
When James Potter II was very much like his father: popular for all the wrong reasons. He could burp the alphabet, win a Quidditch game faster than most, and most of all: date any girl he wanted to. And he did. It wasn't for attention, though. It was because he was still stuck in the fantasy world of a five year old. If a prince always found his true love, couldn't he? But when he turned seventeen, he realize his stupid dream wasn't real, and that he had to grow up. Until he meets the girl of his dreams. Only problem is that he could lose her forever to the game of popularity. Sera Green wasn't always quiet. That was after kindergarten, and after her parents split up. Being quiet always worked for her. No one noticed her, so she continued that way. Until her seventh year Hogwarts. With the help of a certain Potter boy, suddenly Sera find herself to be the center of attention. Suddenly she's a cheerleader, she has a secret admirer, and a group of friends. But everyone knows popularity isn't what it seems.
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