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It was a beautiful autumn evening at Hogwarts. The sun was shining through the colourful trees on the fringe of the Forbidden Forest. A young boy with messy black hair, hazel eyes and glasses was walking near the lake. He had his hands in his pockets and he looked down. He was clearly deep in his thoughts. The boy stopped suddenly and looked down at the white envelope at his feet. He took it up and read the name written in neat handwriting on it. It said: James Potter. The boy looked around and put the envelope into his pocket.
Then he turned around and made his way back to the castle. Inside, he nodded and smiled to the few people and walked up the stairs and didn't stop until he stood in front of a portrait of the Fat Lady. "Lion's heart," he said to the painting who nodded and swung open. The boy entered and shut the painting, then headed to the fireplace. He sat on a scarlet armchair near the fire and took the envelope out. He opened it and took out a letter that was written in the same, neat handwriting. The writer was obviously a girl, though he didn't recognise the handwriting at all. He sighed, lifted the paper to the light and started to read.
"Dear James! You probably will never read this letter but I wanted to write down all my thoughts and feelings. You probably think I'm nuts, but no, I'm not. I'm just too shy to say straight to you what I'm going to say right now. I love you. I've always loved. Since the first time I saw you, I knew I will never be able to forget you. I thought that you were the most handsome, sensitive, intelligent, bravest and friendliest boy in the entire world. And I dreamed about you every single day. I dreamed that one day you and I will marry, have a child and live happily ever after. I dreamed that one day I'll be brave enough to tell you about my feelings and you'll say you feel the same. But destiny had other plans and now I don't think my dreams will ever come true. Oh, why did it have to go this way? Why did you have to become an arrogant, selfish, cruel young man you are now? And why do I still have to love you despite of all you have done and said to me? And why, why was I never brave enough to tell you about my feelings before it was too late? I wonder what you think about me. Do you even think about me? We just have to live our lives and I hope that someday I'll meet a man who can make me to forget you. But I'm sure it'll never happen because I love you too much, I love you more than anything else in this world and so it will stay until the death brings peace to my suffering heart. I must go now. I think I'm going to write you every day from now on, though I'm probably the only human to ever read those. But maybe, just maybe, I will show these to my children one day and tell then not to make the mistake I did – to love a man who doesn't love you.
Love,"
There was no name under the letter. James looked up and saw that it was dark outside and he was alone in the common room. He put the letter back to his pocket and headed to his dormitory. It was empty as well. He changed to his pyjamas, took off his glasses and went to bed. He thought for a second, got up again, took the letter from his pocket and put it into a wooden box with a stag engraved on it. He then put the box carefully into his case and went back to bed. After a few moments he was asleep, dreams filled with mysterious letters.
A/N: Well, what do you think? Should I continue? Reviews are truly appreciated!
It was a beautiful autumn evening at Hogwarts. The sun was shining through the colourful trees on the fringe of the Forbidden Forest. A young boy with messy black hair, hazel eyes and glasses was walking near the lake. He had his hands in his pockets and he looked down. He was clearly deep in his thoughts. The boy stopped suddenly and looked down at the white envelope at his feet. He took it up and read the name written in neat handwriting on it. It said: James Potter. The boy looked around and put the envelope into his pocket.
Then he turned around and made his way back to the castle. Inside, he nodded and smiled to the few people and walked up the stairs and didn't stop until he stood in front of a portrait of the Fat Lady. "Lion's heart," he said to the painting who nodded and swung open. The boy entered and shut the painting, then headed to the fireplace. He sat on a scarlet armchair near the fire and took the envelope out. He opened it and took out a letter that was written in the same, neat handwriting. The writer was obviously a girl, though he didn't recognise the handwriting at all. He sighed, lifted the paper to the light and started to read.
"Dear James! You probably will never read this letter but I wanted to write down all my thoughts and feelings. You probably think I'm nuts, but no, I'm not. I'm just too shy to say straight to you what I'm going to say right now. I love you. I've always loved. Since the first time I saw you, I knew I will never be able to forget you. I thought that you were the most handsome, sensitive, intelligent, bravest and friendliest boy in the entire world. And I dreamed about you every single day. I dreamed that one day you and I will marry, have a child and live happily ever after. I dreamed that one day I'll be brave enough to tell you about my feelings and you'll say you feel the same. But destiny had other plans and now I don't think my dreams will ever come true. Oh, why did it have to go this way? Why did you have to become an arrogant, selfish, cruel young man you are now? And why do I still have to love you despite of all you have done and said to me? And why, why was I never brave enough to tell you about my feelings before it was too late? I wonder what you think about me. Do you even think about me? We just have to live our lives and I hope that someday I'll meet a man who can make me to forget you. But I'm sure it'll never happen because I love you too much, I love you more than anything else in this world and so it will stay until the death brings peace to my suffering heart. I must go now. I think I'm going to write you every day from now on, though I'm probably the only human to ever read those. But maybe, just maybe, I will show these to my children one day and tell then not to make the mistake I did – to love a man who doesn't love you.
Love,"
There was no name under the letter. James looked up and saw that it was dark outside and he was alone in the common room. He put the letter back to his pocket and headed to his dormitory. It was empty as well. He changed to his pyjamas, took off his glasses and went to bed. He thought for a second, got up again, took the letter from his pocket and put it into a wooden box with a stag engraved on it. He then put the box carefully into his case and went back to bed. After a few moments he was asleep, dreams filled with mysterious letters.
A/N: Well, what do you think? Should I continue? Reviews are truly appreciated!