On the 27th of March, 1960, at 8:27am, James Fleamont Potter was born into this world to two loving parents, Fleamont and Euphemia Potter. To the new parent's shock, another child followed. On the same day, at 8:39am, Jamie Euphemia Potter was born. Both children had long, black, unruly hair at birth and the same, hazel, eyes.
Within a year of their births, both children began to show immense power. At a few months old, the children had come down with a small cold. However, it revealed so much more. During sneezing fits, the twins could blow their parents away from them. During coughing fits, the twins would breathe fire. During cold flashes, the room would freeze around the twins. Depending on the twins's moods, they would also have different hair colours (but always the same unruly mop) and different eye colours. From just a few months old, these twins could control the elements and were metamorphaguses, something that their parents wanted to keep quiet due to whispers about a 'Dark Lord' that was building up power.
With such intricate powers that Fleamont and Euphemia felt would develop further as the twins grew older, the elder parents wanted to ensure that their children would always be in safe hands. To ensure this, they appointed two close family friends, who they knew were also very powerful, as the twins' godparents. These people? Minerva McGonagall and Albus Dumbledore.
BOOK #3
He's like a storm-unpredictable and dangerous.
I knew he was a sick bastard when he smiled after I hit him the first time.
Annoying and obsessive, that's what he is.
I sensed it early on, but I didn't realize just how deep it ran until his obsession latched onto me.
Until I became the center of his world. Until he started flashing that smug, crooked smile my way.
But we can't... we're not supposed to be together.
We're polar opposites-existing in the same world, but never meant to collide.
Yet, he's ready to tear down everything for me.
But it's not that simple. My brothers are monsters. They'll kill him.
And still, he doesn't care.
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Glasses perched on his nose, calm and collected.
Exactly my type.
I knew he was meant to be mine the moment our eyes locked, that intense gaze pulling me in.
And I'll have him, no matter what it takes-by any means necessary, even if it costs me everything. I want to hold him in my arms, kiss him until neither of us can breathe.
But why is it so hard? Why does the world push back so fiercely when it comes to him and me?
I want him. And I will have him.