Prologue
James took a deep breath and plunged into the icy madness of the ocean. Screams filled the air; footsteps haunted James's ears all around him as he swum deeper into the sea. His eyes were cast on the small figure near the bottom of the fifteen-foot waters, a figure that strongly resembled the shape of a young girl, with dark, thick auburn hair and tightly shut eyes. James persisted deeper.
"James! James Potter!" He could hear the muffled shouts from above surface, but James did not pay any heed to them. He kept swimming, his head racing...He was losing air...He had to get the girl to the ship as fast as he could. Without any hesitation he grabbed her, swum up to the surface, and jumped upon the soaking wet deck of a regal ship; apparently called the Aysel. Everyone rushed towards him and grabbed the girl, leaving him thrown aside on the frozen wooden deck, alone, shivering in the fall weather.
"Oh, Miss Evans, you've given us quite a fright! Now you won't go gallivanting off again, will you, Miss?"
"Heavens no she won't, Virginia, heavens no," said a tall woman with the same auburn hair as the girl, only hers was tied up into a neat and tidy bun. "Lily, you're expected now a curfew of nine o' clock sharp for you. No exceptions! And you're to stay out of the way of that Potter boy. A filthy little scandal, mind you! Now, let's get you dried up, shall we?"
Lily pouted. Her bright green eyes were now set on James Potter, who was still lying on the deck as if dead. "Fine," she retorted, though something in her face told her that the answer she gave was not the entire truth.
James took a deep breath and plunged into the icy madness of the ocean. Screams filled the air; footsteps haunted James's ears all around him as he swum deeper into the sea. His eyes were cast on the small figure near the bottom of the fifteen-foot waters, a figure that strongly resembled the shape of a young girl, with dark, thick auburn hair and tightly shut eyes. James persisted deeper.
"James! James Potter!" He could hear the muffled shouts from above surface, but James did not pay any heed to them. He kept swimming, his head racing...He was losing air...He had to get the girl to the ship as fast as he could. Without any hesitation he grabbed her, swum up to the surface, and jumped upon the soaking wet deck of a regal ship; apparently called the Aysel. Everyone rushed towards him and grabbed the girl, leaving him thrown aside on the frozen wooden deck, alone, shivering in the fall weather.
"Oh, Miss Evans, you've given us quite a fright! Now you won't go gallivanting off again, will you, Miss?"
"Heavens no she won't, Virginia, heavens no," said a tall woman with the same auburn hair as the girl, only hers was tied up into a neat and tidy bun. "Lily, you're expected now a curfew of nine o' clock sharp for you. No exceptions! And you're to stay out of the way of that Potter boy. A filthy little scandal, mind you! Now, let's get you dried up, shall we?"
Lily pouted. Her bright green eyes were now set on James Potter, who was still lying on the deck as if dead. "Fine," she retorted, though something in her face told her that the answer she gave was not the entire truth.
