Chapter Two
After we ate our luscious desserts we got back onto the subway. My stop was the last on the subway so when everybody got off I Apparted to my apartment. When I got there I noticed there was a tapping noise coming from the window. I turned around and jumped a mile. There was an owl at the window and it had scared me.
I walked to the window and opened it. I watched the owl flutter around the room and then land on the couch. It was a very unfamiliar owl; not my parent's owl or Sarah's owl.
"If you wouldn't mind Miss, I would greatly appreciate it if took this letter off my leg." I gasped, it wasn't just a regular owl it was an Owl. A talking beast has many human like traits. You don't see many Animals in the regular world much less the wizarding world these days. I think it had something to do with our Minister of Magic or something.
I walked hesitantly over to the Owl and took the letter, "Thank you very much. Just wondering, who do you work for?"
"The Potters, why ma'am?" He replied.
"Oh," I lost my balance and fell onto the couch. The room started to spin and I groaned. "J-just wondering, t-there is water and food on the kitchen table if you would like some."
"Thank you Miss, are you okay?"
"Yea, I'm fine," I got up off of the couch and walked around to stop the room from spinning.
"Well then, I guess that I will be off."
"Wait, I forgot to ask you; what is your name?"
"To us Animals names don't really matter that much anymore. But if I had to be called something it would be Charlie. Don't forget the letter; I was led to believe that it was rather urgent."
"Okay, nice to meet you Charlie." The golden Owl flew out of the open window and towards the bright sun.
I shuttered and looked over my shoulder. I felt as if I was being watched. I shook the feeling off of me and opened the letter with trembling hands.
Dearest
Lily,
It has only been one year since I last saw you, yet it
feels like it has been an eternity. I miss you. I know that what I
did last year was wrong, but I feel like if you give me the chance I
can make it up to you. I will do anything you want me too; be your
slave, anything. But then maybe you aren't ready to forgive me. So
I was wondering that if you are ready to forgive me if I could come
to your apartment this weekend and spend the weekend with you. I
really hope you are ready to forgive me.
Yours Forever,
James
I was shocked. Did James Potter actually ask me if he could spend the weekend with me? After all he did last year! The nerve of that James Potter! But I wouldn't let him stay would I? I was thankful that I was going to Paris this weekend. I walked into my room and got a piece of parchment, a quill, and ink to write James back.
James.
I
am very sorry but you can't come this weekend. I am going to Paris
with three of my friends from ABT.
And then came the word vomit.
I
really do miss you though; too much I am afraid. It would be very
nice to see you again. So I will make you an offer: you can come next
weekend as long as Remus and Sirius (I'm not sure if I trust us
together alone). You can come Friday morning and stay in my apartment
if you would like. Please owl me back. Or in your case Owl me back.
Yours truly,
Lily
I was shocked about what I had just written. 'Was it true, did I really miss James Potter? Could I even possibly still like him? No I don't like him. What he did to me was wrong. He just wants to see me again as friends, nothing more, nothing less.' I thought.
I conjured up a few suitcases and started to pack for Paris.
