I had always loved the night sky; there was some strange erethral beauty that captivated me. It held wonder that day light could never hope to achieve. It calmed me, and reminded me of the hidden beauty in the dark. Whenever I looked into his eyes, I saw the night sky, beauteous, wondrous and good. I saw the walls like a cloudy night hiding its treasure from the world, never letting the shine come through. But sometimes, like cloud breaking, the shine and the goodness would shine bright. It would fill me with warmth: his smile, would light up like fireworks in November, and the fire in his eyes would burn, like a guy on the fire.
When I was young it was simple, we were friends. He introduced me to this strange world full of magic and wonder and as the simple words passing through his lips, I felt like I belonged, I was a witch. But it never stayed simple, at Hogwarts a place I dreamed about for months, we were segregated. He was a Slytherin, cold and cruel. I was a Griffindor noble and true, but above all a mudblood and that made all the difference.
Our friendship could never be as simple as it was before. We chose different paths I never regretted mine, and he never truly regretted his. Not only were we segregated in school but time chose to complicate things. It raced ahead of us and made us grow up. I stopped being the naive child, I became wilful and out spoken. While he stopped being quite, he just grew angry and bitter, hating the world and at times, me. Even more; while I loved him, valued him, and his friendship comforted me when the world was set to know me down, I was never in love with him. He clung on to me, suffocated me, leaching me. And the stars that used to shine so brightly if one only looked, burned out. All that was left was a dark pit of anger. He said he loved me and demanded what I couldn't give him back, he changed and so did I. I fell in love myself.
I never saw that coming, I was so busy saving him and loving him that I never realised that the arrogant toe rag Potter was catching me, when he took and never gave. I never realised, until finally when he sucked me dry and I couldn't stand on my two feet anymore, when James caught me as I fell. I felt the warmth again, but ten times brighter.
I never realised until that moment, how it truly felt to have the day light warm your skin. And the night kept it beauty, but daylight kept me warm and safe. I felt loved instead if needed.
Potter became James and I finally breathed. I didn't realise how wonderful it was being saved, and not saving someone yourself. James let me be the real me, not the fantasy from someone's head.