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In this chapter, we see James' perspective. He and Lily have a heart to heart. Lily provides some tough love. James and Azzura finally have a talk.

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James' P.O.V.

Sitting on the floor of my bedroom, I tossed my quaffle against my door. Somehow, the repetition helped me think.

*Throw *Thud *Catch

Lysander was going to be at my house any minute, but all I could think about was her.

Her and her deceivingly sweet smile…

Her cruel beauty…

Her temper…

Her impossible-ness…

"Idiot," I scolded myself, as I pushed the idle ball in my hands towards the door.

*Throw *Thud *Catch

Azzura, angry… I thought of her, the images of our previous altercations, flooded my thoughts. How her face scrunched up, and her voice became harsh and almost growl-like. The sway of her hips as she'd storm off…

Wait, why am I smiling? I shook my head.

*Throw *Thud *Catch

I love her.

*Throw *Thud *Catch

Why didn't she say it back?

*Throw *Thud *Catch

I had never imagined that she would run away. The scenario never occurred to me, that she could say that she didn't 'feel the same way'. Now…

Maybe she ran away to spare my feelings?

I chewed at my lips … No. If she had an answer that night, she would have told me. Regardless…

*Throw *Thud *Catch

I know how harsh I was with her last night… She did try to apologize. Truthfully, I was scared of what she might say… And, you know, the fact that I'm incredibly cross with her didn't put me in the 'talking' kind of mood.

*Throw *Thud *Catch

*Knock *Knock

The door swung open without my permission. My little sister ambled into the room as if she owned the place – like always.

"Lysander's here," She stated.

I tossed her the quaffle. Seems I'm not the only one who needs a game of catch.

"Are you two still not speaking to one another?" I asked. It was still beyond strange that my best mate had a thing for my sister.

She sat at the end of my bed, and spun the quaffle between her fingers. "I don't want to talk about it," She drawled. "I came up here to talk to you."

"So talk," I shrugged.

Lily tossed me the quaffle. "How are you doing?"

"You know, Lils, I'm not really sure how I'm doing." I threw the quaffle back to her.

"What do you mean?"

"Well," I took a deep breath. "I love her. So even though I'm confused, and hurt, and furious, I'm mostly just disappointed." I ran a hand through my hair, tugging at the roots a bit.

"Disappointed?"

"It's just not how I pictured it going," I explained, "But I still love her."

"So you'll forgive her?" Lily's face perked up.

"I already have," I breathed.

"Well, tell her that," She gave me that look. The look she gives when she's addressing someone of lesser intelligence.

"I will," I responded. "Eventually…"

She stood up, "No. Not eventually. James Sirius Potter, don't you dare make her wait any longer than she already has. Do you know how sick she is over this?! She was trying to fix everything last night. She was going to apologize and explain how she made a mistake!"

"She was?" I brushed both my hands through my hair.

"Yes, you tosser. Now make this right! She is my future sister and I won't have either of you messing that up!"

I squinted at her. "You really call her that?"

"Yes," She stated as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "I've been calling her that long before you two got together. I knew it was going to happen. I saw it coming."

"What?!" Well if that didn't scare her off …

"Also, ask her about how she's handling her new visions. She is extremely freaked out over seeing into the future, and that might be part of the reason that she ran away when you told her how you feel."

"Okay," I got up off of the floor. "I'll go talk to her," I smiled – instantly excited to be with her. "On one condition, baby sister," I stated.

"Oh, and what is this condition?"

I truly hated myself for being such a good friend, "On the condition that you talk to Lysander."

She rolled her eyes, and scoffed at me. "You had to go there?"

I nodded, "He deserves an answer."

"You suck," She spat, before sulking off, not even bothering to shut the door behind her.


I hurried down the stairs, hearing her and Lysander bickering as I made the descent into the den. The two of them were sitting on the sofa, staring at me, each expecting me to speak with them.

"Look what the fireplace spat out," I joked.

Lysander smirked, "Happy Christmas."

"Happy Christmas, mate." I messed his hair.

He elbowed my side.

"The little one should be down in a minute," I walked over to Azzura. "If not, you have permission to go upstairs and find her."

"And just where do you think you're going?" He pursed his lips – imitating McGonagall.

"I need to speak with my girlfriend." I stared him down.

Come on, Scamander, for once in your life, listen!

"Alright, but just remember, best mates never back out of plans with each other." He gave Azzura and I, each, a look of warning, before turning towards the staircase.

"Duly noted, mate," I replied.

His gaze shifted over to Azzura, still sitting on the sofa.

"Whatever, Lys," she brushed him off like a mosquito.

I shook my head, laughing at her response. "Come," I took her by the hand.

She stood and followed me out the door.


"Where are you taking me?" She smiled.

The sun hit her hair, which made its dark almost black shade glow into an intense burgundy. It was something that I loved to witness. Like a secret only the sun could reveal.

"We're going for a walk," I replied, giving her hand a squeeze.

"Are we allowed to speak on this walk? Or, are we walking silently?" Her confidence seemed to waiver for a moment.

"Us speaking is kind of the point of the walk, love," I smirked.

"Oh," She looked down at the sidewalk, still smiling. "I shouldn't have run away the other night."

"Yeah, what happened?" I asked.

"I was frightened." She spoke quietly. "I have a hard time accepting happy things, for what they are. So between that, this whole 'seer of the future thing', and then you saying that you love me, I was overwhelmed and I panicked because it suddenly became very real."

"What became very real?"

"This whole weekend I've been waiting for something to go wrong, because that's what I'm used to, when it comes to the holidays. So when you told me, I became what went wrong this holiday. I haven't told you about the visions I had of the future but, they are in my perspective, and you saying 'I love you,' made our relationship go to another level and it made me afraid because … I don't know… I must be allergic to happiness, or something."

"Azzura, you are not allergic to happiness." I stopped walking, and turned to look at her. "I didn't know that you were having difficulty processing this new ability, and I had no clue that it connected to our relationship," I looked down into her dark eyes; her mysterious and stunning, dark eyes.

"I'm so sorry," She kissed the center of my palm.

"You know, when you were in the infirmary, and I would break in at night to visit you, I would kiss your hands like that. I did it because it was something I've become so used to you doing, but it also made me think; are you kissing anything specific in the lines of my hand?"

She turned my hand over, and pointed to one of the more prominent lines in my palm. "This is your love line," she then pointed to another line. It was not as deep but it ran vertically across my whole hand. "And this is your fate line. I kiss here." She pressed her finger into the spot where the two lines intersect, "Because only when fate and love are brought together do you find a soul-mate."

I pulled her close, and kissed her. My hands finding their way through her thick hair, I breathed in her scent – she never tasted sweeter than in that moment. She kissed me back, her hands flat against my chest. We broke apart, gasping for breath; I kissed the intersecting lines on her hand – finally understanding what it meant.

"I love you, James."