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Note: bad grammar, bad vocabulary, bad English. Please, tell me if you find something weirder than usual.
Once upon a time
Once upon a time, there was a little girl. A poor, stupid, trusting little girl. Her name was Lillian Evans; she used to believe in dull things, like love.
She lived in a huge castle; she could do magical things, with only a few words. Lily was brilliant, a genius, but she couldn't escape from him. No one would have been able to escape from James Potter, the best Keeper in Griffindor's history.
At first, there were only a few kisses. Sweet and kind of childish; they looked for each other's mouth, each other's soul. Lily Evans had red hair; James used to say he wanted their children to have her hair, coz it was the most beautiful hair in the world.
Liar.
Oh, but she didn't know that until it was too late; she had fallen in love, deeply, and she couldn't do anything but wait for him at home, wondering if, maybe, he was with him. Kissing, touching, loving each other; the simply thought of… of that made her crazy.
James's in love with Remus.
It had been Sirius who had said it, who had first noticed it. He was a good guy, a good friend, though, and he had kept quiet. Like the loyal dog he was. But… But he was hurt, too, 'cause he knew what was to love and not to be loved in return, and he thought it was better that she knew it. Just in case. Just in case; she was about to see them, anyway. Someday.
And now… Now, in the end, there was nothing left. James was always out; somehow, she had not have the courage to tell him that she was pregnant. Because she knew him –or so she thought – and he would take it seriously. He was the father, at last. And he had responsibility. And she didn't want him to be unhappy, to leave Remus and stay with her. It was selfish; she loved him, and he didn't love her. That was all. And their baby… Their baby could wait.
Once upon a time, there was an unhappy princess, named Lily Potter. An old magician told her to be careful, because her baby –their baby, had said James, when he'd known – was in danger, because there were forces against which they could not fight, and it was destiny. Harry Potter would be a hero, one day.
Lily didn't want James to get into that. It was dangerous, but he did not mind; Harry was his son, after all. So, they hid. And, when Sirius convinced them to trust another man, James only said a word. Peter. And Lily knew she had broken something, something between her husband and his lover.
Remus's in love with James, too.
Love was only a lie. She discovered it, maybe too early in her life. Or too late. Love was a lie, and, if it wasn't, the world would kill it. Remus ran away; he never came back. And James pretended to be ok, though she –Lily, who was, at least, his wife- knew he wasn't.
And, one day, they were betrayed. And they died.
Lily wished, then, that James's latest words would have been for her. That he would have shouted her name, and cried, while he was leaving this world. But she knew –she was not the silly princess, now, the dumb little girl she used to be. She knew it was not true. And, so, she died with another name pressed to her lips.
Harry.
Once upon a time, there was a dead queen in her ruined palace. She had green closed eyes, and a sad smile, and a broken heart. Once upon a time.
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