Author's Note: I've had this story saved on my computer for some time now and have finally decided to share it with the world of fanfiction. If you love it, leave a review, if you hate it leave a review.
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Do you believe in true love?
Do you believe in love at first sight?
Do you believe in love lasting forever?
One boy believed in all of this. His name was evidence of love everlasting. His parents fell in love at first sight. His paternal grandfather fell in love with his grandmother at first sight. It took her a little longer to admit her own emotions. His maternal grand-parents had gotten married when they were 17. His aunts and uncles had all fallen in love at school. This boy knew nothing of the pain and heartache he would have to endure. You see, they never mention the let downs, the disappointment, the pain that falling in love causing.
One girl didn't believe in love. At least not for her. She had watched her father beat up her mother, her siblings, her. She watched as he walked out, abandoning the family. She watched as her mother re-married seven times. She watched and waited to see how long each husband would last, whether she would end up with brothers and sisters from this new 'family'. For her, there was no evidence of love. Especially not everlasting love. There was no love in her 'family', she didn't even know what that meant. She had once become absorbed in love stories. Reading and re-reading the greatest love stories ever told. But she found that romance and love seemed to be drowned in tragedy much like her own life. They always ended in death or despair; Romeo and Juliet; Lancelot and Guinevere; Jack and Rose. She didn't know of a world, a place where the despair of love rubbed shoulders with everlasting love. You see, they never told her of the romance, the happiness, the trust that falling in love caused.
In the wizarding world, there is the well-known story of James and Lily. Their love may have ended in death. But it ended together. Everyone knows of their death but only a select few know of the journey, the happiness, the tears, the arguments, the romance between the pair. Their generation was practically wiped out during the First and Second Wizarding War, leaving the story of their love to be buried. However, to those that it was told, the love continues.
The boy knew all too well this story. He had grown up listening to it. Believing it.
The girl didn't know this story. She had grown up surrounded by despair and abuse. Hating it.
This is a love story. The boy falls in love with the girl. The girl falls in love with the boy. Eventually.
Thank you for taking the time to read this xx