James was laughter caught between the covers of a book. He was grief and love and happiness oozing from the pages. He was loyalty and trust so complete it was overwhelming. He was kindness. He was a jagged streak that didn't understand when not everyone saw the joke in the way he did. He was reckless energy and wild abandon. He was life.
Lily Evans was vibrant colour illustrations and black and white text. She was a strong moral code. She was kindness that let her take in countless strays. She was love even when it was undeserved. She was wit and intelligence and fire. She was unafraid. She was the light when all else was darkness. She was controlled and focussed. She was life.
Their love was legendary. It was a love story. It was a healthier Romeo and Juliet, the ending just as tragic. It was an inspiration. It lit up the world with its brilliance. It was as imperfect as they were, together creating something as close we'll ever get to perfection. It was life.
They were taken from us too soon.
Extract from James Sirius Potter's Legacies Left Behind
