March 27th 2010:
To Whomever Cares,
My name is James Potter, not like that means anything to you, and not like you care. Who would? But I need to let out my anger some way, so if you're the lucky person who picks up this crumpled piece of paper, don't ignore it, just bear with, or pass it on to the next person you meet and tell them to read this letter because some poor dead kid somewhere in the world needed someone to confide in. I'll even give you a name, to make you feel important. How about Amicus? It means friend in Latin.
I'm special. You're probably thinking duh! at this moment. You'd have to be a special case to be writing a letter like this, that is, you would be thinking that if you even got this far. But I'm not only special in that way. You see, I have these special powers. Yeah, special powers. Don't believe me, don't worry. Just keep reading this letter like you would read a really good fantasy novel. And let it inspire you to write some great story.
So let me explain, so that you're book can become a best seller one day. My family, the Potters, are descendants of one of five families who were once blessed with immortality. Yes, you read right, immortality. But they were killed off long ago, and the ability to be immortal has long faded and slowly downsized to mere myths and legends. Or so I was told. But a year ago today, on my sixteenth birthday, guess what? If you've been following you'd probably realize that I got that very power, along with the ability to control the elements and lots of other cool things like that.
At first, I was a hell of a lot excited, you have no idea. Well, maybe you do. After all, who wouldn't want to be able to live forever and to stay young forever too? That's what I first thought when I was bestowed with the family legacy. But now, it's a living nightmare. Why you ask? Why do I hate being able to live for an eternity. One simple word: love.
The problem is there's a girl...her name is Lily, Lily Rosalie Evans. And she's red-haired, feisty, brilliant, uncontrollable, wild, and stubborn. She's also beautiful and I'm madly, head over heels, in love with her.
You see my problem now? Well, maybe you don't. It depends on if you've ever been in love before. So just in case you haven't, let me explain as simple as I can. When you love someone (and no I'm not about to quote a Bryan Adams song) something magical happens inside of you. This feeling, one inexplicable, fills your entire being and captivates your heart, your soul, your mind. People say that love is the most powerful magic this world possesses. They're right. Love is powerful and sometimes dangerous. Look what it did to Romeo and Juliet, Tony and Maria, Mark Antony and Cleopatra. Their love for each other, though strong did nothing but lead to complete and utter disaster. My own love story is doomed to follow the same path, because the one woman I have fallen in love with can never be mine.
Why can she never be mine? There are so many reasons flowing through your head aren't there. Well, there are only three that apply to me:
I'm immortal...she's not.
She's dating my best friend and...
She's the daughter of my greatest enemy.
Now you know why I'm living in hell, don't you. Well, thanks for listening to my little rant. Now you can throw away this paper and leave it for the next person to find. Or you can burn it and save the next person the trouble that you just went to. Or even you can take it home and frame it, and every now and then, when you feel as if life has reached an all-time low, you can glance at it and wonder about the poor soul who's so lost so alone, so damned.
James Potter
A.N. Okay, so this is my newest fanfic. I've been suffering from a writer's block in my other stories, but Lily and James (Salem) is coming along nicely. But I was struck my inspiration the other night and started this one. Please give it a chance and review. Let me know what you think. It's only the prologue so it might be a little slow, but action will pick up soon.