I Shall Tell You a Story…

August 6, 1981

I don't where to start my story, I really don't know how it all began. All I know is that for the first time in my life, I felt dirty. I felt like the lowest form of scum known to Earth. Not only had I lost the trust of the one person I loved, but I had gone against all my upbringings. I was not that kind of person. I didn't go around and sleep with my husband's best friend on a daily basis. It wasn't what I was known for. I was James Potter's beautiful, perfect, wife. I wasn't allowed to have a weak moment. I wasn't allowed to step out of line, and not expected to be put back in my place by James.

But he wasn't like that. James has never raised a hand to me, and I hope he never does, but now…I'm not so sure…I'd rather him beat me senseless then look at that disappointed, betrayed, and heart-broken look on his handsome face. I, at least, would know that he wasn't numb…

I betrayed him, and I let him down. I love him, I really do, and perhaps now, if I think about it, I don't think it was ever really enough. Yes, we had out hot flare of passion every now and then, but as time when on, we drifted apart. I knew, it was something that most lovers did, but this was just too hard for me. Maybe that was why I did it. Maybe that was why this all started.

I have to tell you, for you to know that what I did was forbidden in so many ways. I don't think that I have to tell you that, we both regretted what we did when it was all over and done with. I also, don't have to tell you that deep in my heart, I will always hold a special place for him.

I want to start with the basics here. I am nineteen years old; I have a beautiful one year old baby boy. He is the spitting image of his father. I have also, that is if you haven't guessed it, cheated on my husband with his best friend, and we got caught. I don't really regret it, but then again, I am not entirely to proud either. I loved every minute of it. I loved the way his arms felt around me, I loved the way he kissed me like there was no tomorrow. I loved what we had, and I was almost too reluctant to let it go, but by then we had already been caught.

I didn't think it was right to continue it. Then the days past and the looks that I was getting from James were anything but loving. They were filled with distrust and suspicion; it was hard to see him like that. So I stopped, and I spent more time with him, and I hardly ever went out with out him by my side, I tried nearly everything I could to earn his trust back. I really did, and I don't know how far I have gotten. So now, I tell you my story, and as I have said before I don't entirely know where to start.

Because, unlike most stories, this one didn't start in a bar, or at school, or at work. It didn't happen one night when I was drunk, or high, it wasn't something that could have been stopped before it started. I think, either way, no matter what happened, we still would have done it.

Because, to tell you the truth, I didn't want it to never happen. I am ashamed, that I could admit this to you, but I have to tell some one. But I guess, you still want to know where my story starts, am I right?

I guess it was all led to something that I couldn't have and the same for him. I was forbidden fruit, I was a challenge that he wanted to win. And to tell you, I wanted to be won, especially by him.

My story starts in the place that it never should have started in the first place. My story starts almost a year ago. My story starts in the arms of one Sirius Black….