Disclaimer: All things in the Harry Potter Universe belong to J.K. Rowling. Morgan and Ingrid are characters of my own creation, but everything else in my fanfic are not my idea. I wish I could say that I created this world, but I would be lying.

Dear James Potter,

You haven't ever spoken to me in your entire life. I don't even think you've ever looked at me before. However, that isn't stopping me from writing to you. This may sound a little odd, but at one point in my life, I was completely and unconditionally in love with you.

It began in my 3rd year, you in your 4th. I saw you in the Gryffindor Common Room, and we had just won a Quidditchmatch. You looked so happy, grinning and laughing with your teammates. I was in the armchair in the corner, watching the festivities but not participating. When I saw you then, I felt a pang in my stomach and wished that I could be the one who made you look so happy.

What may have started out as a small feeling developed into a full-blown obsession. I watched you all the time: in between classes, at mealtimes, in the common room, even at Quidditch practice sometimes (my friend is on the Quidditch team with you, so I used her as an excuse to see you.) For two years, my life consisted of watching you.

At the end of the year, I expected the summer to be agonizing, because my previous summer was horrible. That summer, I sat in my room agonizing about how horrible my life was and spending my time fantasizing about us when we would get together. This summer, though, I didn't feel the pain that I did last year. Instead, I found myself feeling free, like I had been pressed down on those past two years but that weight on me was now gone. It was a great feeling, though I still to this day don't know what caused it. Anyway, after I got home, I hardly thought about you. Okay, that sounds a little harsh. But it's true! I lived my life the way I should have been living it. I learned more about myself that summer than I ever had. Who knew that I would love King Arthur myths, Jane Austen books, the Beatles, or jewelry making?

Then I came back to school and saw you. Of course, you were your same dashing self. I tried to prepare myself for seeing you, make myself immune to you somehow, but I saw you smile in the Common Room and my heart melted. However, the obsession that I had had for the past two years didn't come back. In its place was another feeling, the feeling that I had had when I first noticed you: attraction. I 'm guessing that this is how normal people feel when they really like someone. It's a healthy feeling.

I may not be in love with you anymore, but I do still have a crush on you, which is why I'm writing this letter. I hope that I haven't scared you off by telling you all about my obsession; I tend to babble when I'm nervous.

You might be asking why, then, I am writing this letter? Well, because now that I have dropped my obsession, I feel I am now able to talk to you. James Potter, here is my question: are you willing to meet me and hear me out? Are you curious at all to know who I am? If you are, I will be at the big oak tree on the south side of the Quidditch Pitch from 11 to midnight with a red rose.

I would ask you not to send someone to screw around with me, but I know that you wouldn't do that. You're too nice of a person to mess around like that.

I hope to see you soon,

An Admirer

P.S. Maybe I should mention that this is not a joke. My letter to you is one-hundred percent genuine. And I'm not some little First Year with a smart friend who would write this letter for her.

The Great Hall was filled with all sorts of people eating, talking, and enjoying the beautiful morning. Although I was most certainly in the Great Hall and was trying to eat, I was definitely not enjoying the morning.

Why did I send that letter? Why? Am I some kind of mental patient?

James was going to laugh, I knew it. He would open up my stupid letter and laugh at it. I probably would do the same if someone sent me a letter like that.

"Hello? Morgan? Is anyone home?" My best friend Ingrid pulled me out of my train of thought. It took me a few seconds for me to realize that she had been unsuccessfully trying to have a conversation with me for a minute straight.

"Oh, sorry! I was just … um …" I didn't want to say outright that I was staring at and thinking about James, because I had told her that I was over my obsession.

She figured it out anyway. "Gazing at your beloved?" Ingrid quipped.

"No, I was just … thinking. About something."

"About someone?" Ingrid always had a way of knowing what I was thinking about. "Morgan, I thought you quit James cold turkey."

"I did! And I was completely fine over the summer, but … well … some of my old feelings came back when I saw him again."

"Morgan, I thought you had your freaky obsession under control! You told me you didn't love him anymore!"

She seemed really angry, which was what I was expecting. Ingrid always made things worse than they actually were. I explained, "I don't love him, not really. I guess I've kind of grown to just having a crush on him."

"What do you mean you've 'grown' to having a crush on him?"

Sighing, I replied, "My obsession has downgraded to just a crush. I don't know, Ing, it's just not the same. I don't want to marry him anymore; I want to date him."

Suddenly, a look of understanding washed over Ingrid's face, followed by a sigh of relief. "Thank God!" Ingrid exclaimed, "I was really starting to worry about you! Obsessing about a boy like that isn't healthy at all."

"Yeah … but, Ingrid, that's not all."

I'd only told her half of what I needed to. The second part was going to be a lot harder to say.

Ingrid had been in the process of eating some eggs when she stopped all movement. "Oh, no. What did you do?"

"I … well … I sent him a letter." My cheeks began to redden as I recounted just what the letter had said. I was so stupid!

"What kind of a letter?" Ingrid asked me cautiously.

" … A love one."

Ingrid then did something that I didn't expect at all: she laughed. She laughed like she had never heard anything that funny before; her eyes were producing tears, and a snort would come out of her mouth every few seconds. Speech was still difficult because of the heavy laughing, but I heard the words 'hilarious' 'you' and 'crazy' spoken.

Suddenly, I felt myself start to giggle, too. This situation had to have been the most unfunny thing that I had ever experienced, but I was laughing! "Yeah, I know it was stupid. I haven't even said the worst part. I told him my whole story about him (including the part where I watched him at Quidditch). Then, I asked him to meet me tonight at the oak tree!"

We both got dead silent for a second, then exploded in even louder laughter. As we rolled around in our chairs laughing our arses off, the Great Hall slowly grew quieter. However, our hysterical laughter continued until a voice finally shut us up.

"Morgan, can you please stop cackling like a hyena? Some of us are trying to eat our breakfast."

It was Ava Wood, my lifelong archenemy. She was such a buzz kill.

"Then why don't you turn back around and do it? Actually, you know what, maybe you shouldn't. What's the point? It'll be thrown up in a few minutes, anyway, right?" I spit back at her. Ava was known just as much for her several bouts of eating disorders as she was for her bright red locks and evil nature.

"Bite me, Morgan," Ava hissed at me before turning back around to talk to her group of friends. I really hated her.

I only had a moment to gloat at my glorious comeback before Ingrid brought me back to my sad reality. "Morgan, I can't believe you! Why would you do something so stupid?"

This was the response I expected from Ingrid. I replied, "I don't know, Ingrid. It all happened so fast. I was getting dressed this morning, and I had this wonderful vision of him and I sitting under a tree, just enjoying each other's presence. I can't even describe how wonderful it made me feel. The dream, it - it started something inside me. So, I sat down, wrote the letter, sent it away using a school owl. He should be getting it this morning."

Ingrid still looked stunned beyond belief, and I knew she couldn't believe how calm I seemed. "You are absolutely crazy, you know that? Crazy! Now everyone is going to know that you belong in the loony bin! People are going to think that I belong in the loony bin just by association!"

"Ing, calm down! Take a breath! I didn't tell him my name. I signed it as 'an admirer.'"

"Well, at least you did that," Ingrid replied sarcastically, "Do you realize what would have happened if word got out about this and people knew it was you?"

For the first time that whole morning, the thought of an eavesdropper passed through my mind. Looking around my table for anyone suspicious, I sighed as realized that no one else seemed to be listening in on our conversation. "Yeah, I know. That's why I didn't sign my name, Ingrid. I thought about the consequences."

Ingrid nodded and turned her body towards her plate, probably to collect her thoughts. Doing the same, I tried eating a bit of toast. However, before I could even put anything in my mouth, Ingrid whispered. "Morgan, look up."

I knew what she was talking about, but I still looked up anyway in hope that it was something different. It was exactly what I dreaded; coming through windows in the roof were hundreds of owls seeking out the receiver of whatever the owls were carrying.

My heart suddenly went into overdrive pounding as hard as it could, and my head began spinning wildly. Why did I have to be so foolish? I must have lost my mind -

My thumping heart and racing thoughts came to a sudden stop as I watched a small brown school owl fly over to James and drop a small letter onto his plate.

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