Hey everyone again.
A few months ago This story "The Strongest Magic I posses", finished. Some of you may have gone on to read the sequel, which involves James' sister Claire Potter meeting up with Harry in his 7th year. Well this is it. I hope some people atill have me on autour alert and are able to read this. If you have already then don't worry.
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Jessie xxx
The face I knew so well
Chapter one- 16 years later
It was almost 16 years exactly that Lily and James Potter had died and thus ended the prequel of yet another good Vs evil battle. But just as prophesised it was not yet over. I believe someone whom was close to my own heart had said:
The marauders will meet again. The innocent will be freed and the guilty will suffer. In some sort or spirit the wrongs will be righted."
Well so far the marauders have been reunited- Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs met one summers evening at the shrieking shack. It was the beginning of what would soon become the second war.
The innocent had been freed. Sirius Black escaped Azkaban- Yes. But his greater freedom was when he departed from the land of the living and was reunited with his father and best friends.
The wrongs to be righted- well that's not my story to tell. I'll leave that to my nephew one day.
But this, this my story. It is one of the loneliness and despair, which cursed my life since my brother's demise. And then how my life was brought back to me in one day.
For I am Claire Potter
For years I buried myself in my work and built on my business. As a hairdresser I strived from one venture to another. The small salon I started with grew bigger, then when there was no more room to grow I made another salon in Hogsmeade. I had doubled my business. That seems so long ago. Now I have salons in London, Paris Rome and my newest one is in New York State. "Claire's fancy cuts" was a real success. The magical community was obviously crying out for someone to help them become more stylish. But the more successful I became and the more money I earned- the more lonely I felt. I was falling down in a bottomless pit. From time to time I would go on dates, or hang out with the people I worked with (I was still based at Diagon Alley) but no one could ever satisfy me. I would feel like asking them "Do you like me because I'm your boss and I am worth more then the minister for magic or am I really your friend?"
Maybe I was just being picky, I had been spoilt with the friends I had once upon a time and now I expected everyone to be that great. Don't get me wrong, Remus would occasionally owl me; see how I was doing. I never really could complain, which was why I felt so low. I was lonely but I had everything anybody could ever hope for. I was pretty, rich and could get almost any guy I ever wanted. But when I looked at myself I felt nothing better then my father, Stinking rich and paying people to be my friends.
On my 44th birthday, it was just me in my mansion and a now empty bottle of fire whisky. I seriously had my wand out and pointing at my forehead. I felt lower than dirt. I wanted to end it
I wanted to end it. And I could've at that point. But somehow something stopped me. Something knew what I was prepared to do. At that exact point an owl through the window.
I was startled at first and instantly sobered; opening the letter attached to the creature's leg. This is what the parchment read;
Dear Miss Potter,
I am owling you to remind you of your agreement to fill the position of Defence against the dark arts teacher at Hogwarts. I will expect you on the 31st of July.
I will need to discuss with you what I will expect you to teach.
Until then, I hope you are well and are enjoying your birthday.
Yours sincerely
Professor A. Dumbledore
Headmaster of Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry.
I looked at it thinking hard. I remembered that agreement. It had been a small ounce of hope in a pit of sadness for a long time. But after 16 year I had been asking myself "Was it just something which I had made up in hopes of a better life?"
But it was true.
Suddenly I had something to look forward to. I was going to be reunited with my nephew.
It was a month before I was needed at the school. I instantly went out and bought some supplies. A set of quills and the finest red marking ink I could find. I bought many expensive robes, which would be smart enough for teaching. I also went into Flourish and Blots and bought a Library of Defence against the dark arts books. It had always been one of my favourite subjects anyhow (You get good at it after a childhood of defending yourself against your father). Even if my main object would be to meet Harry, I was taking my job very seriously. These children would all pass their exams at the end of the year.