Encore {James Sirius Potter}

Encore {James Sirius Potter}

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"Cinderella stepped on broken glass, all because of love. But Cinderella was done being stepped on. She threw out her glass slippers as her carriage lay rotting. Her horses all mice, her dress torn and frayed. Her slippers lie broken under the trees as her dress flew away, gone but unforgotten." They weren't sure quite why they hated her. They just knew that they did. She knew why they did. It was because she didn't speak. But they didn't know why. She spoke through her violin, pushing all of her hate, her anger, her sadness into her music. Jenna Raine was lonely. She had one friend, Elena, but even she only tolerated her. Then Jenna trips into a compartment on the Hogwarts Express. One that will change her life. Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters, content, and plot lines that are not my own belong to J.K. Rowling. **In the process of editing**
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We are too drunk and he is too close and even though we are in a room full of people, we are too alone. -------------------------- Notes: This fan fiction is dedicated to people who have experienced loss, people who were bullied, who struggled with their sexuality and or their race. People who use humour as their coping mechanism. People who feel like outcasts and freaks. People who fell in love with their best friends. You are not alone. You are Albus. And this is our story. It is also dedicated to grief, for showing me the true price for love. And most importantly dedicated to my one and only best friend. This story would not have seen the light of day, had our paths not diverged and our friendship not quietly scattered to the winds. In the closing of chapters, I made sure that the echo of our promises that we once held were not just words, but something truly heard. I will never not think of you during storms. Make sure to leave your thoughts and enjoy ;) This story can be also found on Ao3.

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