A/N: This is nowhere near my favorite chapter. In fact, it is most unlike my character to have such a sappy chapter, but what's done is done. It's also short. And three chapters away from the end (not counting the epilogue). I'd like to give a shout-out to my reviewers. Y'all are great. Wonderful. Magnificent. Stupendous. Fantabulous. There is no way for me to describe how much a little note of encouragement or even critique brightens my day. No, I don't sit around doing nothing, but I do enjoy knowing that someone cares. Hehe, I'm also rather high on chocolate-covered espresso beans, hence the long and pointless note. Ah, well, read on, dear reader.

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Jessica walked around her quiet house, reveling in the peacefulness. It was the day before she was supposed to leave for the Bahamas and anticipation filled her along with some remorse for her fake relationship with Lee. The lie was wearing thin on her. The twins had given her the day off and they were training Ginny, Ron, and Hermione to watch the store during the twins' absence.

During her wanderings, she found herself standing in front of the attic door. Almost subconsciously, she opened the door and lit the candles. The flickering light was shed on boxes and miscellaneous items. She walked to the nearest box, marked James' Stuff. She smiled. Just like him. Stuff. How descriptive. She opened it up. Inside was James's wand, pictures of James, and stacks of clothes. As she dug through, her hand touched something paper. She removed the layers of clothes to reveal stacks of the epistles that they had written to each other during their engagement. She took the first one and slid out the yellowing parchment inside.

My Dearest Jessica,

How I long to be near you! I have your picture open beside me, but it is nothing compared to your beauty. I love you so much, and I cannot wait for our wedding day. How are the preparations coming? I hope that Mr. Jens is behaving himself. That cat always has a way of ripping anything important to shreds. I hope he does not rip this letter up.

The letter continued to ask questions and tell about his daily life, but it ended on a warning note.

My dear, my darling, I fear for our lives. My parents have discovered our engagement and will surely come for me soon. We must be prepared and ready. I pray, my dear, that you will protect yourself if I do not make it. If (and I do hope it never happens) I do not make it to our wedding day and beyond, I ask you to guard yourself.

I know it sounds odd, but I beg you, that if you do not marry me, that you would marry someday, for love. I know that you are such a wonderful person, and there must be someone else out there for you. I would be jealous of the man that marries you, but I know that I want you to be happy, and therefore, I beg you, again, to get married one day.

All my love,

James

Tears fell from Jessica's face. "How could I have been so stupid? He told me not to fall into the trap of sadness, and here I am! He tells me to marry for love. I will hold out for the right man, whether it is George or not. Thank you, James, thank you!"

She clutched the letter to her chest before retrieving the rest of them from the box as well as the pictures of the two of them together. She walked down the steps slowly, careful not to cry onto the precious letters she was holding to her bosom.

Later, she was packing her trunk with clothes to bring on the trip. She pulled out her old black swimsuit. She slipped it on. It still fit, thankfully. She turned in front of the mirror, scrutinizing her form and gasped. There was a large hole in the back of the suit that made it impossible to wear. She slumped to the floor, wondering where she would find a swimsuit that would fit her budget. Though the twins had given her a bonus, she had factored it into her long time budget and could find no place to splurge on a new swimsuit.

Jessica stared at the hole in the swimsuit before an idea dawned. Still dressed in the ripped suit, she ran to the abandoned bedroom. Surprisingly, there was only a slight touch of something missing as she rushed in and opened the closet, looking beyond the wedding dress to a small suitcase in the corner. She engorged it to its normal size and opened it, tearing through for what she was looking for. Finally, she held it up for inspection.

It was a turquoise tankini suit that she had bought with James on their visit to America. She walked back to her bedroom and donned it. It fit perfectly. Smiling sadly, she dressed and packed the suit in her trunk. On a whim, she ran upstairs and retrieved the surfboard and boogie board that her muggle mother had gotten her on her fifteenth birthday. She shrunk and packed them safely in a corner of her trunk. This was going to be the best trip ever, if George would just do something about the feelings that were waging war in his heart and mind.